Ahahahahaha.

I have just handed in my Public Health essay. It's a bad essay, I know, but being shot if it feel so good. How can something that feels so right be bad? Heh. Anyway, I know I did a half-assed job but what work I did do was hard, so maybe it'll all balance itself out to a happy medium (namely, a mark of 40 or above). The relief I feel at having to the thing off my hands is profound and makes me feel a very happy girl. It also makes me feel like I have done something Good, Productive and Positive with my time. I guess working my little butt off all yesterday paid dividends, huh?

I feel happy, in a sick and twisted kind of way, by how many of my coursemates haven't finished this assignment yet. Only 20 people handed their papers in before I did, which considering the deadline for submission is four p.m. tomorrow and there are at least 100 other students in the cohort isn't that impressive. It makes me look rather more diligent than I actually am...

... everything counts when it comes to my trying to look studious. I need all the help I can get.

Since then I've been sitting here tooling round on Gaia Online trying to raise enough cash to buy my avatar - named after Komachi Segawa from 'Seuche', scarily enough, but I didn't know what to call her and guessed that'd do - enough cash for the skirt that matched her 'gray university top'. I was getting sick of having her hanging round in her underwear after I sold on my crummy original outfit to get more money toward the grey school uniform she has on. I still need some shoes and after that I want to buy a kitty (argh, the price!) but after that anything else is pretty much a luxury. I don't want to be one of those people who goes around with 10,000 tonnes of nonsense all over my avatar just because I have the cash.

Would you believe I'm still at college? I guess I'd better get up and head home sometime soon, before I start trying to eat my arm off through sheer starvation. I am going to have to buy takeaway rubbish before I get on the bus or I won't last the journey home...

Anyway...

I do two night shifts on Tuesday and Wednesday. Which could be interesting, but on the other hand could be deathly dull. I'll take a book to be on the safe side, because really, I could be in for a long old haul over them. Sometimes you strike out with night shifts but other times nothing happens and you're sat there for 12 hours waiting for the time to pass. Maybe I'll try and write some. I wonder if the nurses would mind me writing Weiss fanfics in the fallow periods? I guess I don't have to tell them that's what I'm doing, I suppose.

I want to finish Chapter 20 of 'Seuche', this is getting beyond a joke now. It should not take me over a month to write one chapter of fanfic. Really. Too bad it was a tricky one...

Oh, Speaking of. I think I finally cracked how to end this chapter. I've been struggling over an angle (and oh, it's an angsty one, but i can't say too much for fear of betraying my devious plots) for a few days now. I've known that there are a few bad things that need to happen by the end of the chapter but haven't been able to get round to doing anything about them because I really haven't known how to manage them. I was just getting off the bus today, though, when I think it finally clicked. The ending to this chapter's going to be even more icky than I thought it was, and that's really saying something.

I probably won't be giving too much away if I say said idea involves Youji, Ken and Heavy Angst. But I'm still on for the Cute I have planned for Chapter 21 (in fact it might even work a bit better if they're not talking much beforehand - oh, laila, you old dropper of hints you), so that's okay.

With any luck the next chapter should be a bit - make that a lot - easier. God knows it won't be an action one and non-action chapters are always a lot easier for me to write. There's something rather refreshing about the thought of not having to think up various ways in which people can get shot at. Damn guns. And damn chapters where the only real dialogue involves people yelling things at one another. I want to have a decent conversation going on, god damn it! Oh well, looking forward to Chapter 21 and the opportunity to write foreboding and cute things.

The good news is, once Chapter 20 is finished, I really will be heading into the home stretch. Conclusion's going to be in sight once that's done. Not that it'll be coming soon, but everything from Chapter 21 on will be leading me up to the conclusion, and not to another in-between-ish action scene. So that's good.

Everyone else seems to have vanished into thin air. Maybe I scare everyone off, or maybe it's the time of year, but there doesn't seem to be as much doing on Live Journal right now as there was a month or so ago, I know I can hardly talk what with vanishing into the ether on a regular basis myself thanks to my placement and the Extreme Tiredness and Wrath that being on it incurs, but all the same, where's everybody gone? Maybe I should send out flyers. Lost: Most of the Contents of My Friends List. Reward Given for Any Information Leading to Captu-- uh, Discovery of Whereabouts.

*hides immense net behind her back*

Still, I guess there's a fairly simple explanation for this attrition and it runs rather like this. 'Oh, come on, laila, it's not everyone else's fault that they have Lives and you don't'. It's just my own tough luck I'm a total nerd, I guess... XD