Things are really KICKING OFF in the stress management portion of my brain

Midterms are coming up, and I need to study. Like, I need to study. This is not a drill. I don’t know what’s happening in my astronomy course anymore, and tensions are high. Why in God’s name am I taking an astronomy course? Well, because I’m an English major who needs 3 final science credits, and oceanography was full.

What am I doing instead? Making this post, and creating a playlist to listen to when I drive home for spring break. Seems a little presumptuous, I know, to assume I’ll be going home for spring break and that the sheer force of the astronomy midterm, coupled with how little I know, won’t kill me. But I’m an optimist.

Nabeela asked me what I got for my birthday, besides desserts aplenty, and I’m not one to pass up a chance to talk about myself, so here you go. From my parents, I got mostly groceries (I asked for them) and the pleasure of their company, but I also got the shirt below on the left. From Tara, I got the one on the right. The left is from Rooster Teeth, of which I am a fan, and right is the novel version of Les Misérables printed on a shirt.


It occurs to me that I am slowly amassing a collection of T-shirts that need to be explained. From Allison, I got a DVD of a Super Mario Brothers TV show that I DID NOT EVEN KNOW EXISTED. My brother got me a super-large jar of Jif peanut butter because I’ve been complaining whenever they don’t have it at the grocery store here. From all of this, I think it’s easy to see where my heart truly lies: with video games, historical fiction, and food.



My room looks like a paper factory exploded. I’m trying to write an essay and materials are EVERYWHERE. I don’t know what my plan is. I’m going to have to go to bed eventually, but my bed is covered in notebook paper and pencils and books. I’m also going to need to find the remote, because Criminal Minds is starting soon, but I haven’t seen that in a while. It might be under the expansive pile of crap covering 90% of my room, but who knows?

I promise I’ll have better stories once I stop being cloistered alone in my room with no one to talk to except my essay prompt.

No title. Too tired. Need sleep, or chocolate.

Today was one of those days where I woke up and everything was just asfglrjhjlkemtlj3jt2. Midterms are rearing their ugly head and I’m constantly fluctuating between feeling really motivated, and feeling like ALL HOPE IS LOST.

I once asked Tara what fans of the Vampire Diaries called themselves, and she said she wasn’t sure there was a specific name. “Then I’ll make one,” I said. Two hours later, I had come up with nothing, and she didn’t blame me.

Flash forward two months. Without context, I just messaged her:

Elodie: Vampiarists.
Tara: There it is.

So there it is. But seriously, is there a name? Everything has a name. Gleeks. Losties. Sherlockians. If there isn’t a name, I’m nominating my contribution, because it took me two months to come up with it.