Oh for the sweet love of...
Dec. 7th, 2004 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wordinista*grits teeth*
*takes deep breath*
*holds it*
*counts to ten*
I have always considered myself lucky. I don't GET psychotic reviewers. It's just the cards I've been dealt. I don't get the stalkers, I don't get the plagiarists, I don't get the nutsycuckoos -- period. I occasionally get the overzealous fangirl squealing at me in, well, fangirl Japanese, and occasionally -- very occasionally -- I get flamed.
Remember that impatient reviewer? The one who assumed that Ch 51 is the final OGAM chapter?
She reviewed again. Fnar.
Anyone who's been reading this thing knows how head-whirlingly busy I've been, particularly over the last few days. It's not going to end anytime soon. That's just the sad fact of the matter. I wish it would end. God help me, I'd LOVE to be in the position where I could do nothing but sit on my butt all day long and WRITE.
"If you don't write new chapters I am not ever going to read your fanfic again! I'm sick and my head hurts and all I want to do is read the next chapter of which I really really really want to read. It's like waiting for a new anime to come out but every time you check it is NEVER THERE! PLEASE PLEASE WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!"
I am thisclose to writing this girl a less than friendly email. A rant, actually. Using the big words that I learned in graduate school, presently stowed in my vocabulary. They don't get much use, unfortunately.
I'm tired. I'm cranky. I FINALLY got the blasted stupid bloody Brit Lit final written and uploaded, only to discover that I'd left FIVE QUESTIONS off of the Comp II final. *headdesk* I also found out today that my email for the online class got screwed up, because the SUPERBIM who set up my Blackboard account ENTERED THE WRONG EMAIL ADDRESS when she made my profile. IN JULY. So I now have the reason why I haven't been getting emails from my Brit Lit students this semester! FNARR!
Tomorrow I have to fix the Comp II final, and start getting things ready to tabulate final grades. This involves math. Math makes me cranky. I have to grade the final batch of Comp II essays, a batch of Brit Lit essays--
And don't get me started on Christmas. Just don't. Shopping? What shopping? Gifts? What gifts? There's an office Christmas party this Friday. Have I taken my dress to the dry cleaners? Of course not. Why? Because I have other things on my mind.
So I took a second to check my hotmail account, and lo and behold -- a review! Yay! A thin ray of sunshine into my increasingly grr-worthy day, and what does it turn out to be? This... PERSON? And... is that supposed to be a THREAT? WTF? Go ahead! Be my guest! DON'T READ THE DAMNED THING!! ASK ME IF I CARE!! I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO RIGHT NOW!!
This girl is about to get a healthy dose of disproportionate rage, I have a feeling.
*takes deep breath*
*holds it*
*counts to ten*
I have always considered myself lucky. I don't GET psychotic reviewers. It's just the cards I've been dealt. I don't get the stalkers, I don't get the plagiarists, I don't get the nutsycuckoos -- period. I occasionally get the overzealous fangirl squealing at me in, well, fangirl Japanese, and occasionally -- very occasionally -- I get flamed.
Remember that impatient reviewer? The one who assumed that Ch 51 is the final OGAM chapter?
She reviewed again. Fnar.
Anyone who's been reading this thing knows how head-whirlingly busy I've been, particularly over the last few days. It's not going to end anytime soon. That's just the sad fact of the matter. I wish it would end. God help me, I'd LOVE to be in the position where I could do nothing but sit on my butt all day long and WRITE.
"If you don't write new chapters I am not ever going to read your fanfic again! I'm sick and my head hurts and all I want to do is read the next chapter of which I really really really want to read. It's like waiting for a new anime to come out but every time you check it is NEVER THERE! PLEASE PLEASE WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!"
I am thisclose to writing this girl a less than friendly email. A rant, actually. Using the big words that I learned in graduate school, presently stowed in my vocabulary. They don't get much use, unfortunately.
I'm tired. I'm cranky. I FINALLY got the blasted stupid bloody Brit Lit final written and uploaded, only to discover that I'd left FIVE QUESTIONS off of the Comp II final. *headdesk* I also found out today that my email for the online class got screwed up, because the SUPERBIM who set up my Blackboard account ENTERED THE WRONG EMAIL ADDRESS when she made my profile. IN JULY. So I now have the reason why I haven't been getting emails from my Brit Lit students this semester! FNARR!
Tomorrow I have to fix the Comp II final, and start getting things ready to tabulate final grades. This involves math. Math makes me cranky. I have to grade the final batch of Comp II essays, a batch of Brit Lit essays--
And don't get me started on Christmas. Just don't. Shopping? What shopping? Gifts? What gifts? There's an office Christmas party this Friday. Have I taken my dress to the dry cleaners? Of course not. Why? Because I have other things on my mind.
So I took a second to check my hotmail account, and lo and behold -- a review! Yay! A thin ray of sunshine into my increasingly grr-worthy day, and what does it turn out to be? This... PERSON? And... is that supposed to be a THREAT? WTF? Go ahead! Be my guest! DON'T READ THE DAMNED THING!! ASK ME IF I CARE!! I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO RIGHT NOW!!
This girl is about to get a healthy dose of disproportionate rage, I have a feeling.
