Graveyard of Immortals

I... I think I may just have almost finished the first draft of my thesis.


Okay, a lot of the results are preliminary, the "Conclusions and Outlook" section kind of does not exists as of yet but. Yeah. Lots and lots of buts if I'm honest, but it has reached the point where I can send it to my advisor. Which is good, because today is the deadline and there wasn't really a question about if I could make it and I'm certainly not satisfied with the how, but...
It's officially the start of the end?

It's officially the start of the end.

What a curious, curious feeling.

Today, another installment of: PhD Comics is - surprisingly - a disturbingly accurate summary of my life:


No seriously, that's me right now. With two deadlines looming around the corner. Nervous breakdown in 3, 2, ...

In other news: I finally started playing LEGO Marvel Super Heroes and it... it is a LEGO video game: It's easy to play, endearingly focussed on small details (seriously, I'm three levels in and in love with the Deadpool cameos and the way LEGO!Black Widow still crushes peoples heads between her tighs) and incredibly playful and silly. - Basically, it's everything I wanted.
And it proves that my laptop is slowly becoming decrepit. *sniff*

But between the deadlines, coming home not before eight in the evening and running around as a toy super hero, I haven't even watched the new Teen Wolf episode yet. And I'm not writing either, my inane AUs are eating me from the inside!
(And I'm still chronically over-tired. Go figure.)

Also, I can't sign up for a 120_minuten team because LJ won't let me.

So... I'll try watching Teen Wolf. And if I fall asleep while doing that... More power to me. =D

So, I had plans. Using Livejournal more, writing more (nyx_chan bribes me, so that really isn't that much of a problem) and all that incredibly grown-up stuff.

Then, life happened.
My own personal "update LJ until" deadline is today, but honestly, all I can say is:

Because everything else I might be tempted to say will either end in an angry rant or incoherent, bubbly exclamations of 'Shiny!' and 'Oh my god!'.

(And on a completely unrelated note: I started jogging again, and apparently, I actually enjoy it? Confuses the shit out of me.)