I baked a lot of cookies today. (This is not about that, just I'm proud of how many cookies I have.)
So LJ is only allowing me to go back fifty entries on my flist, which, that is not even a week. I mean, the earliest thing they are showing me is from May 25th. Bullshit, LJ! I am super behind! Why do you do these things to me?
Anyway, I am putting most of my emotions into being listlessly emotional about hockey. (The rest of them are flailing about Horrible Histories being back.) The third round of the Stanley Cup playoffs is probably going to make me sob. CRYING OVER SPORTS: SOMETHING I HAVE NEVER DONE unless I was one of the people playing. (Update from February: Carey Price is still beautiful, but he's missing a few more teeth.)
In other news, I finally got an AO3 account! (Bookofcalm, because why not.) So far I've used it to read locked fic and post four of my old stories. My favorite thing is that I tagged one Doctor Who fic as being not Britpicked, and didn't tag the other one as such, and the difference in hits is staggering. (I mean, only one thing has made it over 100 anyway, but I find it funny.) It's really exciting seeing hits and the occasional kudos or comments, but then it's also depressing because I haven't finished anything at all in about two years. I have dug out two of the things I desperately want to finish, but one of them was started two years ago, and the other one was started right after the first series of Merlin ended, so, uh. There's also all the bandom stuff I abandoned, but that's been five years so ahahahaha NO. Oh, just kidding, it's three things, the other thing was also started about two years ago and it's about Dr. Laura Hobson being a Slayer. NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. :(
The worst thing about the account is actually now that I have MORE ANXIETY ABOUT LEAVING KUDOS. I have to LOG OUT to get myself to leave kudos. Because otherwise I feel like people are judging me for having an account but not leaving a comment instead of kudos? Which, I am thrilled to get kudos and I know plenty of people who are thrilled to get kudos, and I kind of want to hug the person who was the first person to leave me one, but anxiety often isn't actually a rational thing. Ugh.
Anyway, I am putting most of my emotions into being listlessly emotional about hockey. (The rest of them are flailing about Horrible Histories being back.) The third round of the Stanley Cup playoffs is probably going to make me sob. CRYING OVER SPORTS: SOMETHING I HAVE NEVER DONE unless I was one of the people playing. (Update from February: Carey Price is still beautiful, but he's missing a few more teeth.)
In other news, I finally got an AO3 account! (Bookofcalm, because why not.) So far I've used it to read locked fic and post four of my old stories. My favorite thing is that I tagged one Doctor Who fic as being not Britpicked, and didn't tag the other one as such, and the difference in hits is staggering. (I mean, only one thing has made it over 100 anyway, but I find it funny.) It's really exciting seeing hits and the occasional kudos or comments, but then it's also depressing because I haven't finished anything at all in about two years. I have dug out two of the things I desperately want to finish, but one of them was started two years ago, and the other one was started right after the first series of Merlin ended, so, uh. There's also all the bandom stuff I abandoned, but that's been five years so ahahahaha NO. Oh, just kidding, it's three things, the other thing was also started about two years ago and it's about Dr. Laura Hobson being a Slayer. NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. :(
The worst thing about the account is actually now that I have MORE ANXIETY ABOUT LEAVING KUDOS. I have to LOG OUT to get myself to leave kudos. Because otherwise I feel like people are judging me for having an account but not leaving a comment instead of kudos? Which, I am thrilled to get kudos and I know plenty of people who are thrilled to get kudos, and I kind of want to hug the person who was the first person to leave me one, but anxiety often isn't actually a rational thing. Ugh.