Everybody Gets To Dance
So yesterday I came home from school so I could work this weekend, and there's new clothes in my closet. New clothes like, business attire. New clothes like two pantsuits and a dress-suit (I guess it's called that since it's a blue dress and a suit jacket, rather than a skirt). Anyway, I tried them on and while they didn't all fit perfectly, well... Um...
Yeah, I'm still a bit unsettled. Because they didn't look bad. I mean, suddenly I look five years more mature (probably good since my height counts against me there if nothing else) and they actually looked pretty good, like the colors and the fit and whatnot, but, well... Ah fuck, I'm twenty years old, I don't feel old enough to be wearing freaking suits yet! It just felt strange, because I looked nice, but I didn't look a thing like me. I guess that's the point, and I'll get used to it and all, but at the moment I'm still just a tad weirded out by it all.
And then there's my writing. All these various ideas tumbling in my head, my issue is now a very different kind of writer's block. Namely, figuring out where to go first. Because I've got multiple options. The handful of pre-canon SPN things I can do (and it seems Good Omens is firmly lodging itself back in that universe; American Gods already claimed a tiny niche), my Tudor stuff, the various Inception fics, Hetalia if I can get myself to wake that one up, and my X-Men BB.
Of course, I really should be shifting the X-Men BB to top priority, seeing as the rough drafts are due Septemper 26. We'll see how that plan goes, is what I'm thinking.
Well, there's tomorrow, once I'm back at school, and then Monday is Labor Day (for the non-Americans on my flist, it's a holiday for us, so no classes). Let's see if I can get shit done, shall we?
Also, my 'various types of thinking' emoticats tilt their heads. I have Castiel-emoticats. Huh. This was not intentional, no angels were harmed in the making of? Something like that.
Yeah, I'm still a bit unsettled. Because they didn't look bad. I mean, suddenly I look five years more mature (probably good since my height counts against me there if nothing else) and they actually looked pretty good, like the colors and the fit and whatnot, but, well... Ah fuck, I'm twenty years old, I don't feel old enough to be wearing freaking suits yet! It just felt strange, because I looked nice, but I didn't look a thing like me. I guess that's the point, and I'll get used to it and all, but at the moment I'm still just a tad weirded out by it all.
And then there's my writing. All these various ideas tumbling in my head, my issue is now a very different kind of writer's block. Namely, figuring out where to go first. Because I've got multiple options. The handful of pre-canon SPN things I can do (and it seems Good Omens is firmly lodging itself back in that universe; American Gods already claimed a tiny niche), my Tudor stuff, the various Inception fics, Hetalia if I can get myself to wake that one up, and my X-Men BB.
Of course, I really should be shifting the X-Men BB to top priority, seeing as the rough drafts are due Septemper 26. We'll see how that plan goes, is what I'm thinking.
Well, there's tomorrow, once I'm back at school, and then Monday is Labor Day (for the non-Americans on my flist, it's a holiday for us, so no classes). Let's see if I can get shit done, shall we?
Also, my 'various types of thinking' emoticats tilt their heads. I have Castiel-emoticats. Huh. This was not intentional, no angels were harmed in the making of? Something like that.