I just took a nap. This is the first time I’ve ever been so upset that I literally just threw myself in bed and fell asleep just to deal with it. (And by throw myself in bed I mean flail up into the top bunk, which was actually mildly difficult as I was kind of crying at the time, but I MADE IT IN LIKE A TROOPER! XD)
Less depressed now. Going to do my math lab (METH LAAAB), which should help, because doing math always makes me feel strangely better.
The number of times I hypothetically died or was threatened with death in my IR class should be concerning. XD
I first died when, in a dramatic fight for one of the last twenty Twinkies on the earth, my friend Chelsea and I fought to the death (she killed me, and then, once she was exhausted from our fight, our IR Professor kicked her in the head and took the Twinkie XD)
Then, when my IR Professor decided that the campus was under a state of anarchy and every young, able-bodied student would try to kill him and have more time to do it because we need less sleep, he stockpiled shotguns and barricaded himself in the corner, and would either pick us off one by one for an easy night’s sleep or attack us if we tried to attack him. I sit closest to his corner of guns.
IR Professor then became a crazy person with a machete on one side of a lake. I was on the same side of the lake as him. My ‘brother’ Patrick (yes, Jenny and Gracie, THAT Patrick from our dorm) was on the other side of the lake and COULD have saved me if he had wanted to, but it would’ve just ended with him getting machete’d as well, so… safe to say I died. XD
I’m also becoming increasingly convinced that my IR Professor is what Haymitch would be if he existed in today’s world. It’s hilarious. (And more fodder for the Haymitch Quarter Quell idea, which… yeah, I’m gonna end up writing.)
All I can say is, Collins either knows her political realism incredibly well, or just happened to basically write something that COMPLETELY falls in step with everything realism has to say. It’s unnerving how accurate it is, really. But, again, gives me TONS of ideas for this fic.
I'm considering writing my version of Haymitch's Quarter Quell.
I know, I’m so original, like this very concept hasn’t been done multiple times before. XD
I’ve been thinking about his character, what caused him to become the way he is, what he went through in the Games, etc, and think it could be a pretty interesting thing to write. There are some good versions, but none of them really seem to click with my idea of what happened (and/or I just really want to write about Haymitch, because he is my favorite forever). In timeline it’d probably be somewhat similar to The Hunger Games: pick up shortly before the Reaping and go through the end of the games, although I’d likely extend it to a little after the ending as well (two weeks, to encompass the murder of his family and girlfriend).
And I just want to write again with any regularity, and it seems like writing a decent length fanfic would force me to do that.