Here's a Life Update. Life? Are you there?
So.
Written exams are over. I have successfully alienated everyone I know by being a paranoid scaredy-pants and whining too much. My posting-cred is gone. I have approximately 2.6 minutes of free time before I have to get back in the ring for round two, known as the oral exams.
How many books are there in the world and why do I need to read them all?
The question has been asked. Loudly. To the heavens.
I am also, currently, on vacation. In Dresden, which is pretty and far away from all of said books and pretty and not uni.
I have, through a hitherto unimagined feat of technological genius (pressing the button, yes, dude, don't diss it) managed to tether my computer to my phone's web access. I rule all the internets. Totes. Also, thank you, smart people, for inventing the internet flatrate for phones because, Jesus, just, yes. No. I've been trolling blogs this way for, literally, hours.
I am also tipsy. Life isn't fair. Thus the rambling. Tipsy, not fairness. Unfairness. Semantics.
I was actually planning on trying my hand at writing a novel during this short but oh-so-well deserved vacation. (Yes, again. Yes, this is a yearly occurence. Yes, it always fails.) I have since come to the conclusion (yes, again) that I'm like The Little Guy That Could in Under Five Minutes. Only, I'm a girl. Girl bits. See? I just can't write more than, say, twenty pages for something that's not fandom because fandom so thoughtfully provides characters and worlds and, oh, plot! I can't.
So I've come up with a new idea. Like, not actually new, but it's now officially a Project. Quiver in fear. Do it now.
I am rewriting fairy tales.
Shoot me. Shoot me now! Use a big gun. Use a cannon. Make very sure.
I'm also sort of itching to make myself a tumblr and start posting all these bazillion little snippets I write all the time before my five minutes of attention-time tick over. Like, kind of, little story posts, with cutish tags and, uhm. Yeah. Thinks? Feels? Ideas? Anyone?
Uhm. There was a point to this, actually, hold on. Right: Home by Sunday, hopefully semi-regular updates of all fic starting Monday, sorry for being an absent bitch, I love you all.
And lastly, hello, all my new friends who cropped up out of nowhere. Welcome, welcome!
Oh, and truly-actually-lastly, could any family members potentially reading this journal please stand up? Because I really need to know if you're there, sorta kinda for no reason I can sanely explain.
Over and out. Je-sus.
I swear too much, don't I? Also, coherence. Why have you abandoned me?
Written exams are over. I have successfully alienated everyone I know by being a paranoid scaredy-pants and whining too much. My posting-cred is gone. I have approximately 2.6 minutes of free time before I have to get back in the ring for round two, known as the oral exams.
How many books are there in the world and why do I need to read them all?
The question has been asked. Loudly. To the heavens.
I am also, currently, on vacation. In Dresden, which is pretty and far away from all of said books and pretty and not uni.
I have, through a hitherto unimagined feat of technological genius (pressing the button, yes, dude, don't diss it) managed to tether my computer to my phone's web access. I rule all the internets. Totes. Also, thank you, smart people, for inventing the internet flatrate for phones because, Jesus, just, yes. No. I've been trolling blogs this way for, literally, hours.
I am also tipsy. Life isn't fair. Thus the rambling. Tipsy, not fairness. Unfairness. Semantics.
I was actually planning on trying my hand at writing a novel during this short but oh-so-well deserved vacation. (Yes, again. Yes, this is a yearly occurence. Yes, it always fails.) I have since come to the conclusion (yes, again) that I'm like The Little Guy That Could in Under Five Minutes. Only, I'm a girl. Girl bits. See? I just can't write more than, say, twenty pages for something that's not fandom because fandom so thoughtfully provides characters and worlds and, oh, plot! I can't.
So I've come up with a new idea. Like, not actually new, but it's now officially a Project. Quiver in fear. Do it now.
I am rewriting fairy tales.
Shoot me. Shoot me now! Use a big gun. Use a cannon. Make very sure.
I'm also sort of itching to make myself a tumblr and start posting all these bazillion little snippets I write all the time before my five minutes of attention-time tick over. Like, kind of, little story posts, with cutish tags and, uhm. Yeah. Thinks? Feels? Ideas? Anyone?
Uhm. There was a point to this, actually, hold on. Right: Home by Sunday, hopefully semi-regular updates of all fic starting Monday, sorry for being an absent bitch, I love you all.
And lastly, hello, all my new friends who cropped up out of nowhere. Welcome, welcome!
Oh, and truly-actually-lastly, could any family members potentially reading this journal please stand up? Because I really need to know if you're there, sorta kinda for no reason I can sanely explain.
Over and out. Je-sus.
I swear too much, don't I? Also, coherence. Why have you abandoned me?