All on the Same Hand ...
I'm having one of those days where all I want to do is piss and moan and shout profanities as loud as I possibly can in my conservative Christian alma mater library. For shniz.
Ugh.
I have been staring at my damn newest chapter (for "Mighty Things") for about three weeks now and I can't seem to get the ending to work right. It's totally the sex, too. It's not right. Can't figure it out. It worked before and it isn't and it's driving me batshit crazy. So what I need to do is read smut but I can't do that and my sentences just keep getting longer and longer and LONGER OMG.
Saw Transporter 3 with the fam on Saturday which was exactly what we needed: mindless violence. Then we happy-traveled down to the local Mongolian grill and ate a bunch of crap that I threw up later that night when my brother had gone off with friends and my mom and I watched awful/awesome Christmas movies on the Hallmark channel.
I know. My life is just ... so exciting.
On the same exact hand, Ivy is still LEAGUES away from me on the stupid Word Challenge on FB. So is my favorite history professor and a girl that was on my dance team last year that is so not smarter than me, I swear. If I had my way I would be doing nothing but trying to Ivy-smart all day long, except that they refuse to pay me for that here. I guess I understand that, but still.