For we must all learn to howl.

DONE: SP articles MagEd tutorial NOT DONE: Editing for SP articles MagEd cover and adv Layouts for both SP and MagEd IJ IA2 It's been a helluva day. At least I managed to finish what I desperately needed to get done today - that's not so bad. Now, sleep.

Forgive me, for I have sinned.

Look at this beautiful creature. Tell me, why would anyone want to eat a wolf? We were required to create a mockup of an article about the benefits of eating wolf meat yesterday in class, and I couldn't do it. I was looking for websites that had actual accounts of people saying they ate wolf meat, and ended up almost in tears. Because they weren't just talking about eating wolves, they were talking about eating bears, cougars, coyotes, mountain lions. I forced myself to read on, but wondered why humans had to eat such magnificent animals. Predator eating predator... In a way it may be justifiable (to others), but to me it's just wrong  on a level that I don't wish to explain. It's just wrong .

Everyone this early in the morning: Everyone when the tutor is talking: When all of a sudden... TEE-pography. Ehehehehe. Now back to default expressions: "Any questions?" *raises hand* "Can we go for a break?"

I'm tired. So tired. In the day I'm fighting to stay afloat in this sea of deadlines, but I barely manage to do so. I have everything planned out - on this day I'll do this, this and this. It's a watertight plan, and I know I can do it as long as I focus. God help me, I'm really doing my best to focus. I know what I want, and I want to work towards it. This is my last semester to do something, to make my mark somewhat. But I'm just so tired. My mind's swirling with all the words I want to use, all the phrases and sayings I want to write down. But I'm so out of it I can barely even keep a complete train of thought for more than a minute. Everything's flying through my mind - it's like my thoughts are those flying keys in Harry Potter and I'm desperately trying to catch the right one, the one I need for this door. I'm so scared. My stories are due tomorrow for peer editing, and I've only finished one...

THE PERKS OF BEING A JOURNALISM STUDENT: It's a pretty fucking awesome thing to be able to tell people you're a journalism  student. Mmm. You actually find language fun (or is that just the lack of social life talking?) You actually (somewhat) enjoy staying up late at night to question certain phrases and terms (how do you best use it and is there a better way?) THE CONS OF BEING A JOURNALISM STUDENT: You're hopelessly addicted to caffeine. You have little or no social life, which is the likeliest reason why you find language fun . You tell yourself you enjoy staying up late at night to question certain phrases and terms when you're actually doing it only because you want to use the phrase in one of the several articles you need to write for class. So sleepy... All I want is to fall asleep, preferably in a warm embrace. A hug from anyone would be nice right now - I'd probably doze right off.

You know what happens when I don't get enough sleep? I forget things. I forget to bring things I need (like my law notes and a charger that I still  haven't returned to Dy after borrowing it almost three weeks ago, oops). I forget to bring money . I rushed out of my house this morning because it was so difficult to apply eyeliner while in a half-comatose state, and I still needed to print my lecture notes. And when I reached school 15 minutes before the lecture (this is really late for me), I realised that I didn't have any cash with me. Well, crap. Which is why I'm currently grumpily sitting at a bench in school hacking away at my article (or at least trying) and doing my best not to think about food. It's difficult when the only place that's both quiet (somewhat) and has access to a power plug is directly opposite the on-campus McDonalds. And there's a group of guys chowing down on their burgers and drinks. No. I am not hungry. N...