Update Yes I Will Yes Yes
I am going to update things.
I am DETERMINED to update things.
Yes, I'm behind on the song title fic meme, but that's okay. I'm going to update that.
I'm going to update chapter ten of In The Dead Of Night. I AM. Because bitchface Raven is going downnnnn. I do not like to lose. At least not things I know I have the capability to win. I apparently have my own inner Nick Jonas, and he's a competitive asshole.
I'm also going to update We Can Take To The Highway, because frankly I've had pieces of that lying around for weeks and it's about time it gets updated, because people will probably want to murder me for this chapter (the angst, OH GOD, THE ANGST) so I figured I should do it when there's a new BTR ep looming and surely my death won't be demanded in the face of duets with Jordin Sparks.
And then I'm going to write more Merlin fic (Like Dreams, We Don't Exist Yet) because I need to, and I'm feeling particularly masochistic. I think I'm going to complete my own personal Big Bang fic- it won't be part of the big bang over at paperlegends but it will adhere to the rules and all that- which really the only rules will be twenty k, done by September. I can do that. Yes? No? Maybe?
I emailed Ambassador Dude, my foreign policy professor back at SBU because I wanted advice on taking the foreign service exam. He said- yeah, here's the website. THANKS AMBASSADOR DUDE. Actually he was all, I can't help unless you call or come visit, so guess who's going to have to make a trip to Long Island soon? Mememememememe! FUCK.
DISLIKE.
I seriously think the man is computer illiterate- I still remember when I asked for a rec letter for study abroad and he was all, okay, sit down at my desk. And I'm all, WUT. And he's all, now type exactly what I say. He needs a secretary. HEY THAT'S A JOB I CAN BE HIS SECRETARY.
I have other stuff I want to update too- When The Hurricanes Came, Breathe Me, Poison Fairytales, The Beauty And The Tragedy, Here Be Dragons, and Suicide Doors are all SO CLOSE TO FINISHED I can taste it. If only I could work up the will power to end them bitches already. I'm terrible at endings- I don't like happy endings, and I don't like sad endings, and I don't like conclusive endings, and no one else likes it when I'm all, yay, this is all part of growing up and who knows wtf will happen the end! It is terrible.
Come to think of it, Every Small Town Has Secrets is close to finished to- nine chapters left. Although, if we're judging on that scale, Canaries In The Mines is only going to have eight chapters left and I just started the damn thing.
BUT if I finish all that, I will only have four fic in progress. FOUR. Then I can go back to writing original stories like I should have been doing all year.
Okay, wait, I forgot my Merlin fic, Giddy Brew prequel, and Human Target fic, so SEVEN. But still, that's a hella lot less than FIFTEEN.
I'm going to shut up now because no one cares and also I have to go medicate my aunt's dogs before she comes home from Alaska in forty five minutes. YES I SAID ALASKA AND NO SHE DID NOT TAKE ME, I AM SAD. I LOVE ALASKA. Or at least I did when I was seven. -sigh-
Also, I have this weird ass preoccupation with the song 99 Problems. This entire week has been a throwback to '06-'07, minus the douchebag cheating boyfriend and the red hair and the bitchy roommates.
I am DETERMINED to update things.
Yes, I'm behind on the song title fic meme, but that's okay. I'm going to update that.
I'm going to update chapter ten of In The Dead Of Night. I AM. Because bitchface Raven is going downnnnn. I do not like to lose. At least not things I know I have the capability to win. I apparently have my own inner Nick Jonas, and he's a competitive asshole.
I'm also going to update We Can Take To The Highway, because frankly I've had pieces of that lying around for weeks and it's about time it gets updated, because people will probably want to murder me for this chapter (the angst, OH GOD, THE ANGST) so I figured I should do it when there's a new BTR ep looming and surely my death won't be demanded in the face of duets with Jordin Sparks.
And then I'm going to write more Merlin fic (Like Dreams, We Don't Exist Yet) because I need to, and I'm feeling particularly masochistic. I think I'm going to complete my own personal Big Bang fic- it won't be part of the big bang over at paperlegends but it will adhere to the rules and all that- which really the only rules will be twenty k, done by September. I can do that. Yes? No? Maybe?
I emailed Ambassador Dude, my foreign policy professor back at SBU because I wanted advice on taking the foreign service exam. He said- yeah, here's the website. THANKS AMBASSADOR DUDE. Actually he was all, I can't help unless you call or come visit, so guess who's going to have to make a trip to Long Island soon? Mememememememe! FUCK.
DISLIKE.
I seriously think the man is computer illiterate- I still remember when I asked for a rec letter for study abroad and he was all, okay, sit down at my desk. And I'm all, WUT. And he's all, now type exactly what I say. He needs a secretary. HEY THAT'S A JOB I CAN BE HIS SECRETARY.
I have other stuff I want to update too- When The Hurricanes Came, Breathe Me, Poison Fairytales, The Beauty And The Tragedy, Here Be Dragons, and Suicide Doors are all SO CLOSE TO FINISHED I can taste it. If only I could work up the will power to end them bitches already. I'm terrible at endings- I don't like happy endings, and I don't like sad endings, and I don't like conclusive endings, and no one else likes it when I'm all, yay, this is all part of growing up and who knows wtf will happen the end! It is terrible.
Come to think of it, Every Small Town Has Secrets is close to finished to- nine chapters left. Although, if we're judging on that scale, Canaries In The Mines is only going to have eight chapters left and I just started the damn thing.
BUT if I finish all that, I will only have four fic in progress. FOUR. Then I can go back to writing original stories like I should have been doing all year.
Okay, wait, I forgot my Merlin fic, Giddy Brew prequel, and Human Target fic, so SEVEN. But still, that's a hella lot less than FIFTEEN.
I'm going to shut up now because no one cares and also I have to go medicate my aunt's dogs before she comes home from Alaska in forty five minutes. YES I SAID ALASKA AND NO SHE DID NOT TAKE ME, I AM SAD. I LOVE ALASKA. Or at least I did when I was seven. -sigh-
Also, I have this weird ass preoccupation with the song 99 Problems. This entire week has been a throwback to '06-'07, minus the douchebag cheating boyfriend and the red hair and the bitchy roommates.