this is me, being productive
OH MY EVER LOVING JEEBUS, SO POINTLESS
So. I have had off of classes this entire week (YAY SPRING BREAK). I've managed to do nothing, which is generally good, but given that I have so much shit to actually do, is kinda no-good-very-bad. (Okay, correction: I managed one observation of Title 1 reading, wherein I learned exactly NOTHING NEW, \o/.)
And - and fandom-wise that sucks, too, because I have 2 fics due on the 15th, plus you know, my BIGBANG >:C to work on.
Instead, I've been fantasizing about Justified and trying my hand at some Raylan/Boyd fic, because god do I love everything about that show. Umph.
Also, also in meaningless updates - I have made my peace with the SyFy Being Human, and I really, really like it (Sally needs some help, though, but I mean, competing with Annie, everyone's gonna seem suckish).
So ... yay, break. I have until the 14th! I'm going to drink my weight (hahaha, NO) in pomegranate&raspberry Michelob (who would have thought, it is SO GOOD), and try to forget about how my lungs feel like they're on fire and shrivelling-dying on me. And maybe I'll get my act together and make the lobster tail pasties I've been promising everyone. Eh.
Anyway, hopefully I'll have snippets to post on the 15th (if I'm not a loser and bail at the last minute, which is kinda likely with me).
ETA: and why can't I spell "because" correctly within the first 50 ATTEMPTS, ARGH
ETA II: and here, have a piece or two from a SPN fic that is being written very, very slowly:
Death lied, Dean, he thinks, sitting across from his brother, from the knocking knees, from the rasp of jeans and eyes that are all for him. You don't know, you don't, but Death lied.
AND
... but when Dean presses closer it's only to pull Sam more firmly into him, manuevering so that Sam's head rests in the crook of Dean's neck, and Dean can wrap his arms around him, tight tight tight, one hand buried in Sam's hair, cupping the back of his neck.
... ^ I don't know. I'm thinking I'm really disappointed in myself, writing-wise. I haven't been happy with anything I've managed, and it's pissing me off (zomg, I suck at the writing. Dammit).
So. I have had off of classes this entire week (YAY SPRING BREAK). I've managed to do nothing, which is generally good, but given that I have so much shit to actually do, is kinda no-good-very-bad. (Okay, correction: I managed one observation of Title 1 reading, wherein I learned exactly NOTHING NEW, \o/.)
And - and fandom-wise that sucks, too, because I have 2 fics due on the 15th, plus you know, my BIGBANG >:C to work on.
Instead, I've been fantasizing about Justified and trying my hand at some Raylan/Boyd fic, because god do I love everything about that show. Umph.
Also, also in meaningless updates - I have made my peace with the SyFy Being Human, and I really, really like it (Sally needs some help, though, but I mean, competing with Annie, everyone's gonna seem suckish).
So ... yay, break. I have until the 14th! I'm going to drink my weight (hahaha, NO) in pomegranate&raspberry Michelob (who would have thought, it is SO GOOD), and try to forget about how my lungs feel like they're on fire and shrivelling-dying on me. And maybe I'll get my act together and make the lobster tail pasties I've been promising everyone. Eh.
Anyway, hopefully I'll have snippets to post on the 15th (if I'm not a loser and bail at the last minute, which is kinda likely with me).
ETA: and why can't I spell "because" correctly within the first 50 ATTEMPTS, ARGH
ETA II: and here, have a piece or two from a SPN fic that is being written very, very slowly:
Death lied, Dean, he thinks, sitting across from his brother, from the knocking knees, from the rasp of jeans and eyes that are all for him. You don't know, you don't, but Death lied.
AND
... but when Dean presses closer it's only to pull Sam more firmly into him, manuevering so that Sam's head rests in the crook of Dean's neck, and Dean can wrap his arms around him, tight tight tight, one hand buried in Sam's hair, cupping the back of his neck.
... ^ I don't know. I'm thinking I'm really disappointed in myself, writing-wise. I haven't been happy with anything I've managed, and it's pissing me off (zomg, I suck at the writing. Dammit).