Really, brain? We're doing this again?

Hah. Like there's any chance I'll catch a full night of sleep tonight.

God I wish I wasn't wired this way, where every tiny little uncertainty keeps me up at night. Tomorrow's just the information meeting for this semester, for chrissakes! It's not like I'm freaking out, it's just... nagging in my head. It's officially the start of the semester, and I'm already a bit overwhelmed by the stuff I've got to get through:

- Writing two hundred questions for the next Trivial Pursuit Genus edition. In one month. I have to admit it's thrilling to finally play in the big league but Jesus that's daunting.

- Writing my bachelor thesis, which it turns out can't be about the Middle Ages because, uh, the degree I'm doing, Bachelor in the Middle Ages, doesn't exist anymore. Except it sorta does, because I have to finish it.

- Taking some other 200-level history course. Both the thesis and the course wouldn't be so scary, only I have to:

- Take the HIS102 exam over (and very possibly the HIS115 exam too - I've delivered a complaint to the University about it and it would lovely if they could ANSWER IT SOMETIME). And I'm still so ashamed that I failed, even though I know I shouldn't be. On the HIS115 exam I honestly thought I did a good job, but apparently I didn't. That has never happened to me before. It's... scary.

But I keep telling myself that I'll have to deal with these when they come to pass, right now I should really just... get some sleep. I don't want to start the semester this way.

Life needs more pulp

I've been to the info meeting, fired off an e-mail to my student councilor, bought dinner for the next three days AND written more than my daily quota of TP questions. In summary: I've calmed the fuck down for now. Time for stupid observations.

You know that new movie of Polanski's, Ghost writer? I haven't seen it yet but I've noticed the Norwegian title is Skyggen - "The shadow". Which makes me want to see Ewan McGregor running around with a swanky hat, guns and psychic powers and vigilantin' all over the place.

I'm guessing these two are not very much alike.

Also completely unrelated but there'll never be an excuse to casually mention this:

The picture of the month on my lovely Star Trek wall calendar is Chekov screaming in pain in 'The Way to Eden' and it just keeps on amusing me every day! All the other images so far has been this or that character looking noble and brave and pretty but when it's Chekov Month you apparently can't define him better than with his eyes screwed shut and in the middle of a loud nasal whine.

I don't think any other character in TOS ever screamed quite as much, and I'm including Nurse Chapel here.