Welcome, August
My day has been an up and down thing for me emotionally. I woke up after a dream of JD yelling at me for being female and not looking it, and then for being Sailor Moon for Halloween when I should have been Fred Flintstone. Personally, I would have rather played Fred, but that is just me. So I went to Olympia on the bus, and while I was waiting, I finished chapter 2 of The True Tenth in my voice recorder, and started a good third of chapter 3 (along with some notes on a major character change). I figured out who the mysterious person in chapter one was that I had no clue about before. I dropped off an application and figured out what I needed to fill out for financial aid. Still no word from my doctor. Boo, you whore. I found out online that two of my friends are dating. The only thing about that which I found surprising was me going 'I thought they already were dating!' So, yay guys. Then I took myself out to lunch and then to see Cowboys vs. Aliens. They should rename that movie 'In Which You're only watching this for the guy with his shirt off of Olivia Wilde. Probably Olivia Wild, which is cool because she is in this and she is hot'. I bought 8 Monster Javas for 12 bucks. I will be hyper as shit for the next 3 days at least. I tried to work on Choking on Stardust, and I just can't. I can't do it anymore. I hate that fucking story, and I will put it up on like Ralst, claim it as a Buffy Uber fic or something and just let the fucker go. I am only good enough for fanfiction, and every time I try for anything more than that, I feel stupid for thinking that I am actually any good at writing something worth buying. I got a package from my dad. Mad magazine, Entertainment Weekly magazine, two pairs of sweatpants (score!!), and a polo shirt. Oh, and a Beanie Baby. *sigh* The only man I'll ever love. Now if you'll excuse me, I think I will go wallow as I watch Drilbet Taylor, or whatever the fuck that Owen Wilson movie is called, while I wallow.
Erin
Erin