Thursday, November 04, 2004

Relax? Eat?


The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very High
Level 7 (Violent)Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Moderate

Take the Dante's" Inferno Test

Secondly, I am extremely tired, and extremely stressed and I have too much to do!
Remember Nanowrimo? Well, I've written around 1,500 (outta 50,000! Will I even get to 10K by the end of the month???) words in three days becasue I have no time to do it. I have an essay to do for my most critical teacher for tomorrow, my friend is in a crisis and I'm really worried about her, I miss my best friend Ria, Bush won again and my entire college is depressed despite I'm the only person who has bothered to look into the specifics and my typing is now extremely fast. I've lost my Iliad book again and I'm working and working. I've joined..I've joined...*counts on fingers*...four writing alliances/club thingies. For Children's Express I have to teach these eleven year olds about researching and doing journalism on the internet, which I really don't know lots about so I have to find out everything about Brent for eleven year olds, and there's nothing else there except a dodgy girl guides, a crap museum, Wembely Stadium and a cemetery.

In the midst I'm depressed but I've only cut once this week because I'm either too tired (about 5 hours sleep per night), or too concentrated, or stressed. I usually love stress because its how I work, I mean my fingers are flying on the keyboard and its almost perfect like me ha!

So at the library waiting for a computer (we're trying to sell the house again and Dad turned off the internet so I'd work, whoops. Now its back on. Yay!), I made a list. Apologise to two different people for blowing them off (my counsellor and my journalist friend dude), homework, books to read, make time for Sunflower seed (her nickname) and other things. Then I realised I was really hungry, that I was about to keel over from tiredness and I might sucker-punch the next person to bump me in the corridor. So "Relax?" "Eat?" came as a humourable aftermath.

I think I got all stressed from trying to enrol in the college gym (free). I should never have bothered, they only let in 3 people at a time andanyway rude people shove right 0of you and you know they're rude bastards so ndon't bother chat back. Yesterday, I finished college at 4pm and went straight to Islington (which took 75 mins), left there at 7pm and got home at 8:45pm ate my chips and then I was up till 10:30pm cleaning the fridge, which by the way, is massive. Hsd fours sleep. I think I'm doing something wrong here. Look at my hell rating-7th Level! You only get this stressed in London. (Hmm, full-on proof that residents in London have an infinitely higher chance of ending up0 in hell...)

Now, I'm going to write this essay, be it crap but well structured, and get on with well, everything else. I can't believe I was so low and despondent at the last post, that was only 6 days ago...everything has changed, believe me-I've actually got people depending on me doing things right, like I'm supposed to anyways...

1 comment:

CarpeDM said...

Um, I took this test. I got 9th level. I'm not quite sure how because I don't do anything anymore. It's quite depressing.

Yeah, I'm not overly thrilled about Bush winning. In fact, I'm quite despondent. I'm seriously worried about what's going to happen in the next four years.

Hope you're doing better.