So, I found out that Journalism is not for me. Will probably drop out of the class and stick to my "Professional Spelling and Proofreading" class. I am a grammar-Nazi and there is no way that I wouldn't be able to pass that class. Aside from the fact that I am one helluva lazy-ass who still hasn't taken fifteen minutes to go to the student store and purchase my textbooks and therefore have not done any of the work in class. Instead, I've been writing that Zemyx fic that I still owe
aboywithhooves.
Which, by the way, will not be posted at ff.net because it's looking like I'll have to rate it way the hell up there at NC-17 because, gods, my attention to detail and my writing of smut is way too graphic for ff.net and I do not want to be kicked off the site again. So, watch out for that when I do post it.
Kim, one of the newest additions at BOYS over at GJ, is total love. Konoe keeps hitting on my Demyx and it's making the poor boy oh so flustered. Which reminds me, because my mind works weird like that, I still need someone to RP Demyx to my Zexion at
oswald_academy because Zexion/Demyx is quickly catching up with Zack/Cloud as my favorite pairing. It just has to knock its past Xaldin/Xigbar and Axel/Roxas, then it's my second favorite pairing.
Oh, yeah. Still need to finish the next chapter of Poison. And write that weird-ass one-shot. Gods damned idea crawled into my mind as I re-read Brothers in Arms. It laid its eggs and now there are hundreds of fanfic-maggots threatening to devour my mind if I don't start writing. My poor mind. Poor Raistlin if I write it.
Non-con is bad. Non-con is bad. Non-con is bad.
So why am I going to write it anyways?
Edit: Never mind about the Demyx role-player being wanted. Might be getting one out of Ju.