novembersmith

So, the following entry is bound to be entirely self-indulgent and rambling. I doubt it will make much sense. I just finished watching Generation Kill for the second time. For those not in the know, Generation Kill is an HBO mini-series based on Evan Wright's book on the Iraq War, and the First Battalion Recon Marines who were there at the start of it. This is not at all my typical fare. I am not a military buff. Any yet, and yet. I am not entirely sure what prompted me to watch this series--a flist of a flist had a fic posted, and I got intrigued by the small but passionate fandom. Plus, not to be entirely shallow, but the actors are, in my humble opinion, painfully gorgeous. But as I think many of us know, you don't actually have to watch/read the source material to enjoy a fandom. But I did anyway, and by the end of the first episode, I was irrevocably hooked.

( To anyone that happens to read this: watch Generation Kill. )

And if all that's not enough? The show's also slashy as hell. So get you hence, gentle readers. It's pretty fucking ninja.

You know that nightmare you have where at the end of the semester you realize you've been signed up for this class the whole time, only you didn't know, so you didn't go to any of the classes, takes any of the tests, or write any of the papers? And then during finals you find out and you're FUCKING SCREWED?

Yeah. That's my life right now.

At least it's not finals, though, right? Hah. I want to die. What happened was, I signed up to audit a course in Icthyology, because I already had a full complement of courses (our school recommends you only take 4 courses a semester, and you have to get permission to take 5). Plus, because I have a seminar on Mondays, I always miss one of the three weekly classes, so I thought it'd be best to audit it. I was really careful about making sure I signed up as an AUDIT, and not a GRADUATE course, and yet, somefuckinghow, that is what happened. Even though I checked it a billion times, got my advisor to sign off on it, got my professor to sign off on it, and RE-CHECKED at midterms. Now when I went and checked the page early last week, I found out somewhere along the line I either went crazy, or the computers did. Some one is crazy. I mean, I'm definitely crazy NOW, in that I want to die. Holy shit, guys. MY WORST NIGHTMARE, COME TRUE.

It's not enough that I have ten thousand other things to do. They're saying that I can't drop the course now, and I. I don't even know what to do. I'm going to meet with the dean in a few minutes. Wish me luck, guys. Please. I really need it. I'm almost in tears and I can't stop shaking and I feel like my chest is going to collapse.

In other news, OMG softlyforgotten and zarah5 have written the BEST FIC EVER. Here. In the event that I am forced to make up ALL THE WORK FROM THIS CLASS AND PROBABLY FAIL IT ANYWAY, I am going to just hide in my apartment for the rest of my life and re-read this for all eternity.

Also also, PWENTZ WHAT UP WHERE YOUR BABY AT. UGH.