Took the stress test in Health the other day. LOL, I am the highest in the class without either: Working a job, or having a significant other. SUCK ON THAT HEALTH CLASS. I AM THE STRESSED.

( Click for my stressors, if you choose. )

HEY! The story I arted for got published! Go and check out the completely freaking awesome (I mean, it's really really awesome. It was even in not!fic form.) girl!Brendon/Greta riot grrl story, You're Not Listening. It's by mywholecry and, ugh, I don't even have words. The emotion behind it is just perfect.

GO! Read! And, you know, if you want, check out my ( Read more... )

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Oh man. Seriously. Seriously.

So, the whole night started at 3:30 in the afternoon. Me and my Mom walk back the venue, and down the little side street, I see red. Oh my god. We go running across the street, and Gerard is just standing outside smoking. Ah! We stood at the barrier with a few other girls before my Mom went to walk around, and then ( Read more... )

IT'S OVER! I DID IT!! \o/

Bordering on 25,000 words, absolutely no not!fic, and I'm pretty sure it was coherent. But, that said, anything written between midnight and three? No promises on sense.

But it's done! There was laughter, and tears, and dead bodies! Huzzah!

Now, I will try that funny thing people do called sleep.

*dies*

Oh God. *whimpers*

I did it. I signed up for bandombigbang . I should probably not be freaking out this much.

I take myself too crazily sometimes.

(ON PLUS SIDE! Art and Mixing [which I hope to do as well] should be really fun...)