Wakato: *Is all sly or something.*
The character tourney makes me want to pull my hair out. I cannot believe that Yukimura and Fuji both got knocked out last round. :| All I'm saying is, Choutarou had better win. The rest are in the bag. I'm pulling for Atobe vs. Sanada in the finals. :x :x Rachel and I would be at each other's throats until it was over. Rofl.
Also read Love Story, by reposte. I loled. Sanada was all Satoumizu'd out and such a fucking spaz, and Yukimura was a vicious bitch, which was refreshing and neat.
My creative brain is totally dead right now, else I might be working on my exchange fic, or even that icon set I keep meaning to come back to. But no. Not happening. :/
Update on the health front: still sick. SURPRISE! :| I can't stop coughing, which has already led to throwing up on more than one occasion. I can't dfasdfucking TASTE anything. AGFHGJDHGJFJHD. And my nose is raw to the point of bleeding. My voice range consists of approximately two notes, which are 'frog' and 'puberty.' I'm so ready to be DONE with this.
I want to write Yukimura!hospital!fic that kind of highlights his age and potential childlike qualities. Sort of an 'imagine how hard it must have been for him.' He was only fourteen, after all, and though he may well be Rikkai's exalted buchou, he's still just a boy. However, see above, re: creative brain. :/
My keyboard needs to be cleaned. I might do that.
I had a dream last night where there were talking reindeer and vultures. There was a reindeer in my kitchen with me, and I was talking to my mom, and the reindeer suddenly says, "Tell your mother to bask in my magnificence." Only I guess he said 'magnificent,' not 'magnificence,' because when my mom overheard him (though he thought she couldn't understand him, I assume), she kind of laughed at him and said "Magnificent?" I defended him with some remark about not being able to speak vulture fluently.
I kind of want to sleep, but I'm not all that tired, so... meh. I dunno. I'm really just bored, and still feeling shitty enough that random sleep seems like a viable option.
This entry has taken me almost an hour to write, because my brain is in 4389548395274936479654 million jillion pieces, and I can't concentrate on anything right now. :| Which is probably why it's also written as a series of completely disconnected thoughts. Maybe I should start updating with numbered points. All the cool kids are doing it.
reuiotphqfo3mx4,9p3thqmh8t,34d0u,43190u1r8934mhtr7nm84hyt8o3wtmu4do93rmjqcklfwed/;. Jesus Christ my computer ate all my playlists. >/
Also read Love Story, by reposte. I loled. Sanada was all Satoumizu'd out and such a fucking spaz, and Yukimura was a vicious bitch, which was refreshing and neat.
My creative brain is totally dead right now, else I might be working on my exchange fic, or even that icon set I keep meaning to come back to. But no. Not happening. :/
Update on the health front: still sick. SURPRISE! :| I can't stop coughing, which has already led to throwing up on more than one occasion. I can't dfasdfucking TASTE anything. AGFHGJDHGJFJHD. And my nose is raw to the point of bleeding. My voice range consists of approximately two notes, which are 'frog' and 'puberty.' I'm so ready to be DONE with this.
I want to write Yukimura!hospital!fic that kind of highlights his age and potential childlike qualities. Sort of an 'imagine how hard it must have been for him.' He was only fourteen, after all, and though he may well be Rikkai's exalted buchou, he's still just a boy. However, see above, re: creative brain. :/
My keyboard needs to be cleaned. I might do that.
I had a dream last night where there were talking reindeer and vultures. There was a reindeer in my kitchen with me, and I was talking to my mom, and the reindeer suddenly says, "Tell your mother to bask in my magnificence." Only I guess he said 'magnificent,' not 'magnificence,' because when my mom overheard him (though he thought she couldn't understand him, I assume), she kind of laughed at him and said "Magnificent?" I defended him with some remark about not being able to speak vulture fluently.
I kind of want to sleep, but I'm not all that tired, so... meh. I dunno. I'm really just bored, and still feeling shitty enough that random sleep seems like a viable option.
This entry has taken me almost an hour to write, because my brain is in 4389548395274936479654 million jillion pieces, and I can't concentrate on anything right now. :| Which is probably why it's also written as a series of completely disconnected thoughts. Maybe I should start updating with numbered points. All the cool kids are doing it.
reuiotphqfo3mx4,9p3thqmh8t,34d0u,43190u1r8934mhtr7nm84hyt8o3wtmu4do93rmjqcklfwed/;. Jesus Christ my computer ate all my playlists. >/