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Okay, so, I feel like I don't actually have very much to say. BUT I wanted to have a less melodramatic entry at the top of my el-jay. Um. Yeah. Not much has been happening! My second semester's starting, and I have a lot more free time now. My hot Psychology teacher has, unfortunately, become progressively less hot as the days go on.
There's kind of a continuum, some sort of correlation, I'm sure, with his level of hotness and the amount of time I've spent in his presence. I could draw a graph, probably, if I were not a complete failure at all things Excel-related. Instead I will offer a brief summary! Like so:
Day 1:
Teacher: blah blah blah SYLLABUS blah blah
piecesof_reeses: OH HAY BLUE EYES DORKY HAIR NICE SMILE. This semester is going to be awesome.
( Day 2 )
Anyway. Fandom. Right...What's that again? I have been horribly remiss in my fic-writing. It's actually really awful. The first time I actually scrounge up the guts to sign up for a legit fic challenge (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bandombigbang), and I'm already crapping out. I had been planning on finishing the robot AU long before now, but I've completely lost motivation for it. I feel like maybe part of that is related to some subconscious, passive-aggressive anger at Peter and his online drama.
But that would be stupid. :\ I actually tried free-writing to get over my writer's block, but now I just have over 1,000 words of a different story and...still no motivation. MY SUCCESS, LET ME SHOW YOU IT.
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chaoticallyclev has, however, been very productive in fic-writing! Be excited. Be very excited. :D
OH, WAIT: one more thing that is totally irrelevant but made me really happy--at our local college's Chinese New Year show, some girl randomly started playing Boulevard of Broken Dreams on the piano. A+++ cultural mixing, would listen again.
There's kind of a continuum, some sort of correlation, I'm sure, with his level of hotness and the amount of time I've spent in his presence. I could draw a graph, probably, if I were not a complete failure at all things Excel-related. Instead I will offer a brief summary! Like so:
Day 1:
Teacher: blah blah blah SYLLABUS blah blah
piecesof_reeses: OH HAY BLUE EYES DORKY HAIR NICE SMILE. This semester is going to be awesome.
( Day 2 )
Anyway. Fandom. Right...What's that again? I have been horribly remiss in my fic-writing. It's actually really awful. The first time I actually scrounge up the guts to sign up for a legit fic challenge (
bandombigbang), and I'm already crapping out. I had been planning on finishing the robot AU long before now, but I've completely lost motivation for it. I feel like maybe part of that is related to some subconscious, passive-aggressive anger at Peter and his online drama.But that would be stupid. :\ I actually tried free-writing to get over my writer's block, but now I just have over 1,000 words of a different story and...still no motivation. MY SUCCESS, LET ME SHOW YOU IT.
chaoticallyclev has, however, been very productive in fic-writing! Be excited. Be very excited. :D OH, WAIT: one more thing that is totally irrelevant but made me really happy--at our local college's Chinese New Year show, some girl randomly started playing Boulevard of Broken Dreams on the piano. A+++ cultural mixing, would listen again.
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Feb. 2nd, 2010 04:45 pmi have been so oblivious to everything internet-related that i only just found out.
i don't know what to do.
i don't know what to do.
divine intervention
Jan. 17th, 2010 10:54 amI have not posted in FOREVER. I'm sorry for neglecting you, el-jay. It was a period of darkness and exams and deep, deep soul agonies.
Which is to say, the semester is almost ending, and my teachers have abandoned their guises of sweet, kind, humane creatures, and revealed themselves to be joy-sucking sadists. LIFE IS GOOD, clearly. But enough about that. Let me tell you about how my fic-writing is coming along!
I've broken 10,000 for the robot AU, the one which no one felt philanthropic enough to talk me out of. It is...steadily declining in terms of literary merit, I feel, (and when it's a robot AU, you're already starting in negative numbers), but YOU KNOW WHAT, Pete and Patrick have finally gotten past third base, and that is going to have to be good enough. I just need them to fight, now, and make-up afterward, and hopefully spout some witty one-liners along the way, and then I should be good. :D!
Although I do need some advice, wise flist. I signed up forbandombigbang (every time I say that, I feel like running around in circles, waving my hands and screaming hysterically), and I'm not sure what I should do for it. Like, I could post my robot story for it, but March is such a long time away. And then again, I'm not sure if I could complete another 10,000+ word story before that time. I really don't know if I want the pressure of doing so, especially with school.
UGH I DON'T KNOW I WILL FIGURE IT OUT LATER. *brains self*
Here, to make up for my incessant whining, have somehd_holidays recs( behind the cut! )
Whew, that was a lot of typing! i am such a wimp. /o\ Happy early MLK day, everybody!
Which is to say, the semester is almost ending, and my teachers have abandoned their guises of sweet, kind, humane creatures, and revealed themselves to be joy-sucking sadists. LIFE IS GOOD, clearly. But enough about that. Let me tell you about how my fic-writing is coming along!
I've broken 10,000 for the robot AU, the one which no one felt philanthropic enough to talk me out of. It is...steadily declining in terms of literary merit, I feel, (and when it's a robot AU, you're already starting in negative numbers), but YOU KNOW WHAT, Pete and Patrick have finally gotten past third base, and that is going to have to be good enough. I just need them to fight, now, and make-up afterward, and hopefully spout some witty one-liners along the way, and then I should be good. :D!
Although I do need some advice, wise flist. I signed up for
bandombigbang (every time I say that, I feel like running around in circles, waving my hands and screaming hysterically), and I'm not sure what I should do for it. Like, I could post my robot story for it, but March is such a long time away. And then again, I'm not sure if I could complete another 10,000+ word story before that time. I really don't know if I want the pressure of doing so, especially with school. UGH I DON'T KNOW I WILL FIGURE IT OUT LATER. *brains self*
Here, to make up for my incessant whining, have some
hd_holidays recs( behind the cut! )Whew, that was a lot of typing! i am such a wimp. /o\ Happy early MLK day, everybody!
*crawls out of nest*
Hello, world! How are you all doing? Yesterday was kind of a crap day for me, for no reason in particular, but I'm very pleased it's Wednesday now.
Here, I will tell you all a story now. It's kind of embarrassing. On Sunday, my family and I went skiing. Let me...try to put that in perspective a little bit. See, saying that I am not very good at skiing is kind of like saying that Mount Everest is kind of large. Or that Adam Lambert is kind of not straight. Or that Ryan Ross is kind of pretentious. (I'm sorry, Ryan! I mock because I love.)
( cut for length! )
That is the end of my story, everyone. Luckily, no one but me witnessed it. I feel kind of stupid (the way that Tiger Woods probably feels kind of stupid right now) but mostly, I'm just happy to be alive. It would have kind of sucked to die while skiing backwards, ass in the air and freaking out like a lunatic.
It's almost New Year's! :D My resolution is to never go skiing again. Ever.
Hello, world! How are you all doing? Yesterday was kind of a crap day for me, for no reason in particular, but I'm very pleased it's Wednesday now.
Here, I will tell you all a story now. It's kind of embarrassing. On Sunday, my family and I went skiing. Let me...try to put that in perspective a little bit. See, saying that I am not very good at skiing is kind of like saying that Mount Everest is kind of large. Or that Adam Lambert is kind of not straight. Or that Ryan Ross is kind of pretentious. (I'm sorry, Ryan! I mock because I love.)
( cut for length! )
That is the end of my story, everyone. Luckily, no one but me witnessed it. I feel kind of stupid (the way that Tiger Woods probably feels kind of stupid right now) but mostly, I'm just happy to be alive. It would have kind of sucked to die while skiing backwards, ass in the air and freaking out like a lunatic.
It's almost New Year's! :D My resolution is to never go skiing again. Ever.
Fic: Maybe You Can Sell Him On eBay
Dec. 24th, 2009 10:19 amHAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE! I come bearing fic. Embarrassingly adorable and fluffy fic--perfect for the season, yes? :D
Title: Maybe You Can Sell Him On eBay
Pairing: baby Brendon/Ryan preslash
Wordcount: ~5,000
Rating: G
Summary: bb!Panic AU. "You know what we should do?" Brendon asks Ryan, eyes getting brighter. "We should get proof of Santa!"
Thanks to: the beautifulchaoticallyclev, fairest in all of beta-land.
Author's Note: Written forredorchids's Christmas Wish Exchange, in response to the prompt kid!fic in which Bren and Ryan try to catch Santa. I hope you enjoy, amyanonymous! ♥
( “But Santa isn’t real!” Frankie folds his arms and glares at them. )
Title: Maybe You Can Sell Him On eBay
Pairing: baby Brendon/Ryan preslash
Wordcount: ~5,000
Rating: G
Summary: bb!Panic AU. "You know what we should do?" Brendon asks Ryan, eyes getting brighter. "We should get proof of Santa!"
Thanks to: the beautiful
chaoticallyclev, fairest in all of beta-land.Author's Note: Written for
redorchids's Christmas Wish Exchange, in response to the prompt kid!fic in which Bren and Ryan try to catch Santa. I hope you enjoy, amyanonymous! ♥( “But Santa isn’t real!” Frankie folds his arms and glares at them. )
don't ever change the way you are
Dec. 23rd, 2009 01:20 pmOh my gosh, it's been so looooong--
Wow, it's actually taking some effort to keep myself from breaking into song. ANYWAY. What is going on, everyone? It's almost Christmas! My brother's bringing his girlfriend home; it's pretty exciting. I'm trying to decide whether I should transform myself into the little sister from Hell and shower her with pranks.
...Probably not. I doubt my brother would ever forgive me. Siiiigh.
FIC UPDATE: I haven't gotten much further on my robot AU, although I'm hoping to finish that before Winter Break ends. We'll see how my motivation holds up. /o\ What I have been working on is something fromredorchids's Christmas Wish Exchange! Which is also pretty exciting. :D I have a feeling that I'm way out of my depth, though. Should I post the gift on Christmas? Before then? Should I tell the recipient I'm working on their request in case someone else does the same thing? Or is it supposed to be a surprise?
These are the things that I worry about when I'm alone and going stir-crazy in my house, just in case anyone was wondering.
SOME OTHER THINGS I AM EXCITED ABOUT:chaoticallyclev has broken out of her dry fic-writing spell and is working on something for the Christmas Wish Exchange! And it is so, so, so adorable. That is all I can disclose for now. ;)
Also, the amazing fic fromcest_what is cheering me up, too! It's Z/Tennessee, and so happy-making. Really, read it. I enjoyed it immensely. I would make some other recs, as well, but we've had such a deluge of goodfic lately (mostly due to the drawn_to exchange) that I feel it would be rather like overkill.
Expect a fic post somewhere in the next few days. :) And Happy Holidays, whatever you may celebrate.
Wow, it's actually taking some effort to keep myself from breaking into song. ANYWAY. What is going on, everyone? It's almost Christmas! My brother's bringing his girlfriend home; it's pretty exciting. I'm trying to decide whether I should transform myself into the little sister from Hell and shower her with pranks.
...Probably not. I doubt my brother would ever forgive me. Siiiigh.
FIC UPDATE: I haven't gotten much further on my robot AU, although I'm hoping to finish that before Winter Break ends. We'll see how my motivation holds up. /o\ What I have been working on is something from
redorchids's Christmas Wish Exchange! Which is also pretty exciting. :D I have a feeling that I'm way out of my depth, though. Should I post the gift on Christmas? Before then? Should I tell the recipient I'm working on their request in case someone else does the same thing? Or is it supposed to be a surprise?These are the things that I worry about when I'm alone and going stir-crazy in my house, just in case anyone was wondering.
SOME OTHER THINGS I AM EXCITED ABOUT:
chaoticallyclev has broken out of her dry fic-writing spell and is working on something for the Christmas Wish Exchange! And it is so, so, so adorable. That is all I can disclose for now. ;)Also, the amazing fic from
cest_what is cheering me up, too! It's Z/Tennessee, and so happy-making. Really, read it. I enjoyed it immensely. I would make some other recs, as well, but we've had such a deluge of goodfic lately (mostly due to the drawn_to exchange) that I feel it would be rather like overkill. Expect a fic post somewhere in the next few days. :) And Happy Holidays, whatever you may celebrate.
rl horrors
Dec. 5th, 2009 01:07 pmSo, there is a high possibility that I am getting sick. I've had a runny nose all morning, and I've also started sporadically coughing.
....But I'm just going to stay happily in denial until my fever reaches 103, if that's all right with everyone. :D
Also, in more pointlesspiecesof_reeses news, I got contacts! ( Cut for your benefit! Whining inside. )The robot au I was babbling about previously has also kind of stalled. I've got almost 4000 words of--not precisely shit, but nothing too stellar, either. Of course, I'm probably biased right now because I'm really unhappy with my uncooperative muse, but...yeah. Hopefully I can kick my stupid brain back into gear and finish the thing up before too long. I know what's going to happen, I just need to somehow get between point A and point B.
Whew, that was a lot of whining. Adam Lambert will be performing and talking on The View! I actually find that really, really odd considering that young children are far more likely to be awake during daytime television then, say, AFTER 10 PM. But that's probably just me being weird.
....But I'm just going to stay happily in denial until my fever reaches 103, if that's all right with everyone. :D
Also, in more pointless
piecesof_reeses news, I got contacts! ( Cut for your benefit! Whining inside. )The robot au I was babbling about previously has also kind of stalled. I've got almost 4000 words of--not precisely shit, but nothing too stellar, either. Of course, I'm probably biased right now because I'm really unhappy with my uncooperative muse, but...yeah. Hopefully I can kick my stupid brain back into gear and finish the thing up before too long. I know what's going to happen, I just need to somehow get between point A and point B.Whew, that was a lot of whining. Adam Lambert will be performing and talking on The View! I actually find that really, really odd considering that young children are far more likely to be awake during daytime television then, say, AFTER 10 PM. But that's probably just me being weird.
Hahahah, so one would IMAGINE that I would learn to stop thinking about fic before I go to sleep, because it always leads to the most ridiculous (and persistent!) bunnies. I mean, Because You Look Like a Jackass (oh my god why are my titles so loooong? i nearly crapped out five times while typing that out, almost just resorting to an acronym. maybe i'm just lazy. whatever.) was borne out of just such a midnight brainstorming session. It's like the ficbunnies purposely choose to invade just when my mental defenses are at their lowest! It's evil and conniving and--evil!
Because now I kind of want to write a robot AU, which, yes, yes, I know, has been done about a MILLION times. But, I mean, I also wrote an office AU and (several) HS AUs, so I suppose being cliched isn't really out of the norm for me.
But this robot AU would be so ridiculous. Patrick is a cleaning robot! Pete is a faily, spoiled rich boy who lives off his trust fund! Pete tries to back Patrick up against the counter and Patrick just starts dusting the counter behind him while Pete molests his tonsils! Pete thinks they would really have a much more fulfilling sex life if Patrick would only stop trying to make the bed while they were bumping uglies!
But it's not Patrick's fault. :( :( :( It's just his stupid programming.
Oh, god, writing it out makes this seem infinitely more ridiculous than it was inside my head (and it was already 10,000% pure crack in my head). Sigh sigh sigh. Someone please tell me not to write this. I don't have tiiiiime.
(on a very OT note, I am posting very often nowadays. I'm not sure why. Hm. Sorry for cluttering flists!)
Because now I kind of want to write a robot AU, which, yes, yes, I know, has been done about a MILLION times. But, I mean, I also wrote an office AU and (several) HS AUs, so I suppose being cliched isn't really out of the norm for me.
But this robot AU would be so ridiculous. Patrick is a cleaning robot! Pete is a faily, spoiled rich boy who lives off his trust fund! Pete tries to back Patrick up against the counter and Patrick just starts dusting the counter behind him while Pete molests his tonsils! Pete thinks they would really have a much more fulfilling sex life if Patrick would only stop trying to make the bed while they were bumping uglies!
But it's not Patrick's fault. :( :( :( It's just his stupid programming.
Oh, god, writing it out makes this seem infinitely more ridiculous than it was inside my head (and it was already 10,000% pure crack in my head). Sigh sigh sigh. Someone please tell me not to write this. I don't have tiiiiime.
(on a very OT note, I am posting very often nowadays. I'm not sure why. Hm. Sorry for cluttering flists!)
*insert evil laughter here*
Nov. 26th, 2009 05:24 pmOH MY GOD IT IS ENTIRELY POSSIBLE THAT I HAVE TYPED THE LAST WORD EVERRRRR FOR MY COLLEGE APPS. OH MY GOD THE TASTE OF VICTORY, IT IS INTOXICATING.
(ohwait, i just remembered i have to finish that stupid application for my local college. whatever. it's a safety. damn, though.)
sorry for raping your eyes with my impudent capslock! carry on! HAVE AN AWESOME THANKSGIVING. :D
♥ ♥ ♥
(oh my god, is this what being high feels like? i feel like twirling. and kissing everybody. EVERYBODY.)
(ohwait, i just remembered i have to finish that stupid application for my local college. whatever. it's a safety. damn, though.)
sorry for raping your eyes with my impudent capslock! carry on! HAVE AN AWESOME THANKSGIVING. :D
♥ ♥ ♥
(oh my god, is this what being high feels like? i feel like twirling. and kissing everybody. EVERYBODY.)
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Nov. 22nd, 2009 08:18 pmoh jesus, adammmmmm. D: i haven't even watched it yet and i'm practically pulling out my hair just because of all those comments at ontd-ai. i mean, if even they didn't like it, then...uh oh.
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eta: lol, so, possibly i was overreacting. i just have a lot of feelings, okay.
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eta: lol, so, possibly i was overreacting. i just have a lot of feelings, okay.
So...This is kind of embarrassing. I was actually debating whether I should post this or not. Because, well, there's crack!fic, and then there's OMG-Brendon-and-Ryan-somehow-got-on-American-Idol-season-8-and-fall-in-stupid-faily-loooooove. *obligatory jazzhands*
Anyway! This is dedicated to the lovelychaoticallyclev because I was trying to find a way to distract her from attempting to kill me. Apparently, forcing her to edit five college app essays in a row now counts as commonly accepted grounds for homicide. Oops? /o\
Title: Ryan Ross > Ryan Seacrest
Wordcount: ~6200
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan (and very slight Adam/Kris)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: American Idol AU. Brendon’s finally gotten his big break, and all he wants to do is make it to the next round of competition, but one particular faux hawk-ed, eyeliner-abusing asshole is making it kind of difficult to focus…
Warnings: Um, American Idol AU. I'm not sure if I can emphasize that enough. I remember when I used to make fun of this show. Yeah, times have changed. Also, tiiiny bit of dub-con.
( Everything looks very shiny. )
Anyway! This is dedicated to the lovely
chaoticallyclev because I was trying to find a way to distract her from attempting to kill me. Apparently, forcing her to edit five college app essays in a row now counts as commonly accepted grounds for homicide. Oops? /o\Title: Ryan Ross > Ryan Seacrest
Wordcount: ~6200
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan (and very slight Adam/Kris)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: American Idol AU. Brendon’s finally gotten his big break, and all he wants to do is make it to the next round of competition, but one particular faux hawk-ed, eyeliner-abusing asshole is making it kind of difficult to focus…
Warnings: Um, American Idol AU. I'm not sure if I can emphasize that enough. I remember when I used to make fun of this show. Yeah, times have changed. Also, tiiiny bit of dub-con.
( Everything looks very shiny. )
MASTERPOST: How to Survive a Recession
Nov. 8th, 2009 02:02 pmHoly shit, how did I manage to write something that needed a masterpost in the middle of the school year? Oh, right. My unending drive for procrastination. \o/
This has pretty much been my baby for the past four months, and you can't see me, but I'm wibbling a little bit as I send it out into the cruel world. Really, I am. *wibbles*
How to Survive aZombie Apocalypse Recession
Wordcount: 42,000
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, (background William/Gabe, Cash/Singer, Frank/Gerard, Pete/Patrick/Ashlee)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: You know how Love Actually is pretty much the schmoopiest, most feel-good of all romantic comedies? Yeah, this is kind of like that level of schmoopiness, only worse. /o\
Summary: Office AU. Island Electronics is going down in a blaze of glory, just one more company that's fallen victim to the ruthless recession. Receptionist Spencer Smith and coworker Brendon Urie fight to save the company (and their incomes) as all around them, their compatriots succumb to the wrath of the fearsome Pink Slips.
Unofficial Summary: Really, this story just boils down to three things: stealth!closet-sex, pining, and ~conspiracy theories. Also, Star Wars.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Epilogue
Thanks to:chaoticallyclev, my darling LJ-wife who patiently read through this 73-page monster over and over and helped me correct my outrageous sins in voicing and sentence flow. Also to redorchids, who was so amazing in helping me sort out the plot of this story, reading my multiple drafts, giving me suggestions, and most importantly, never giving up on my plotholes. A thousand ♥s to both of you.
This has pretty much been my baby for the past four months, and you can't see me, but I'm wibbling a little bit as I send it out into the cruel world. Really, I am. *wibbles*
How to Survive a
Wordcount: 42,000
Pairing: Brendon/Spencer, (background William/Gabe, Cash/Singer, Frank/Gerard, Pete/Patrick/Ashlee)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: You know how Love Actually is pretty much the schmoopiest, most feel-good of all romantic comedies? Yeah, this is kind of like that level of schmoopiness, only worse. /o\
Summary: Office AU. Island Electronics is going down in a blaze of glory, just one more company that's fallen victim to the ruthless recession. Receptionist Spencer Smith and coworker Brendon Urie fight to save the company (and their incomes) as all around them, their compatriots succumb to the wrath of the fearsome Pink Slips.
Unofficial Summary: Really, this story just boils down to three things: stealth!closet-sex, pining, and ~conspiracy theories. Also, Star Wars.
Thanks to:
chaoticallyclev, my darling LJ-wife who patiently read through this 73-page monster over and over and helped me correct my outrageous sins in voicing and sentence flow. Also to redorchids, who was so amazing in helping me sort out the plot of this story, reading my multiple drafts, giving me suggestions, and most importantly, never giving up on my plotholes. A thousand ♥s to both of you.
freaky-deaky awesome!
Nov. 1st, 2009 09:49 amSO, APPARENTLY YESTERDAY WAS HALLOWEEN. :O
And oh my gosh, it was very exciting. LET ME TELL YOU A STORY, OKAY. I promise you will (probably) like it. It is very freaky-deaky, anyway. So, I am driving along a road at about 11:59 PM last night, on the way home from mychaoticallyclev's super awesome play-Rockband-and-dance-around-like-a-lunatic Halloween party. (Yes, I know, how very lame of me, going home before midnight.) BUT ANYWAY. My early departure very helpfully facilitated the imminent freaky-deakiness!
Because at 11:59 PM, I happen to glance at my car's odometer (it's quite new), and I see that it reads 666. And I'm like, lol awesome :D But then--BUT THEN, my clock ticks over to 12:00 AM, and I shit you not, the odometer goes to 667 miles at exactly the same time. Like, good-bye devil's hour! Good-bye Halloween! See you again next year!
Um, yeah. That is the end of my story. Possibly it was cooler when I was experiencing it all alone in a car on an empty street at midnight. Whatever.
I'm afraid that I haven't any more content to add. I mean, everyone already knows about Adam Lambert's sparkly new single, yes? The one where he wants to entertain you until you scream? Part of me is going, LOL ADAM LAMBERT and the other part is going, OMG ILU ADAM LAMBERT.
Guess which part's winning. /o\ I am really hoping this breaks into the airwaves and the top 40. Because that would be amazing. So, so amazing. I wonder how the RCA execs are feeling right now. >:)
Oh, right, fic update. I am (hopefully) almost done with it--I've just sent it off to my beta, actually--and it might be up soon! Maybe. Depending on how much schoolwork gets piled on me and how much I have to fix my story's gaping plotholes. It is 42,000 words, asfj;wieojf. 42,000 words of pining and stealth!closet-sex and conspiracy theories. Hopefully not too self-indulgent to keep anyone else but me from enjoying it. *crosses fingers*
Tomorrow is Monday. :(
And oh my gosh, it was very exciting. LET ME TELL YOU A STORY, OKAY. I promise you will (probably) like it. It is very freaky-deaky, anyway. So, I am driving along a road at about 11:59 PM last night, on the way home from my
chaoticallyclev's super awesome play-Rockband-and-dance-around-like-a-lunatic Halloween party. (Yes, I know, how very lame of me, going home before midnight.) BUT ANYWAY. My early departure very helpfully facilitated the imminent freaky-deakiness!Because at 11:59 PM, I happen to glance at my car's odometer (it's quite new), and I see that it reads 666. And I'm like, lol awesome :D But then--BUT THEN, my clock ticks over to 12:00 AM, and I shit you not, the odometer goes to 667 miles at exactly the same time. Like, good-bye devil's hour! Good-bye Halloween! See you again next year!
Um, yeah. That is the end of my story. Possibly it was cooler when I was experiencing it all alone in a car on an empty street at midnight. Whatever.
I'm afraid that I haven't any more content to add. I mean, everyone already knows about Adam Lambert's sparkly new single, yes? The one where he wants to entertain you until you scream? Part of me is going, LOL ADAM LAMBERT and the other part is going, OMG ILU ADAM LAMBERT.
Guess which part's winning. /o\ I am really hoping this breaks into the airwaves and the top 40. Because that would be amazing. So, so amazing. I wonder how the RCA execs are feeling right now. >:)
Oh, right, fic update. I am (hopefully) almost done with it--I've just sent it off to my beta, actually--and it might be up soon! Maybe. Depending on how much schoolwork gets piled on me and how much I have to fix my story's gaping plotholes. It is 42,000 words, asfj;wieojf. 42,000 words of pining and stealth!closet-sex and conspiracy theories. Hopefully not too self-indulgent to keep anyone else but me from enjoying it. *crosses fingers*
Tomorrow is Monday. :(
