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New iPod is here. Is shiny and blue. Hooray! My workouts will suddenly seem much more fun. \o/

mayasaur, it came with Apple stickers, of course. Remind me to give them to you the next time we meet.

( that icon meme )

I wrote fic today, so now I don't feel quite so pathetic about waking up at noon.

Fun fact: before I came up with a title for this, it was sitting in my RPS folder tiled domesticschmoop.doc.

So, at least now you know what to expect.


there is laughter.
RPS. J2, PG-13. 750 words. Written just because. Title from e.e. cummings.

( You never watched Fraggle Rock? )

Not so much because of the current LJ panic but more because back-ups are important and someone conveniently linked to easy-backup instructions here, I figured I should back-up my LJ for once.

This is particularly appropriate, because at that heartbreaking near-the-end scene in Wall-E, my dad and I made fun of my mom. "See what happens when you don't back up your harddrive? SEE?" Yeah, we're terrible people.

So. My back-up would be elohvee @ InsaneJournal, here, going back about as far as my LJ name change. So, any of you LJ people who also have IJ, add me! I will add back.

Just in cases. ♥

LXVI
e.e. cummings

nothing is more exactly terrible than
to be alone in the house,with somebody and
with something)
( You are gone. there is laughter. )

Ha, shocker.

Yet again, this is why I love the people in my life:

Ex-Boy: "Hey, you. What's up?"

C: "I need your help with something."

EB: "You have to write something for someone and you need me to explain a sport to you so you can sound legit?"

C: "Golf. I need to know how it works and why people play it."

EB: "Huh. Well, I can tell you how it works, but I have no idea why people play it. You're on your own there."

C: ♥

True phonecall ftw.

Nevertheless, I have written this fic for idiot4dean for Sweet Charity, and darling, I hope you like it even though I couldn't work in all the elements of your prompt. :O)


A real fine way to start
SPN RPS AU. Jsquared, NC-17. 3349 words. idiot4dean requested AU fic where Jensen is a golf star and Jared is a rich kid who follows him around on tour with his family's money, and that is what this attempts to be. Title from Zep.

( You'd make a lousy caddy. )

My aunt wrote me a hundred-dollar check for Christmas, which I have decided to spend on an iPod shuffle and work-out headphones for the gym.

Engraving is free, so this iPod will be engraved with lyrics from the Daft Punk original verson of "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger", because I'm a dork like that, and also because it's the greatest work out song ever.

So, there's that. Back to writing now.

I feel sort of like this, except about my last Sweet Charity fic. *CONCENTRATES*

My inbox is empty for the first time since before exams. Whee!

Today Dad and I went record searching. He bought me Mothership, brand-new and sealed, on 180 gram vinyl as a random present. GLEE.

Also important: Leftoverture and News of the World, for eight dollars apiece, in practically mint condition. Wheeee!

Happy New Year!

Tonight we watched Wall-E and Indiana Jones and the something of the something Skull. I noticed, while vaguely watching the Indy credits, that there was somebody working on special effects named "Sam Dean." I think this is a great note to start off 2009. I knew I loved that cracktastically ridiculous movie for a reason.

And now I get to spend a whole new month accidentally dating things 2008. Just when I got used to what year it was, you know?

This is very fangirlish of me, I'm sure, but I loved And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks, and there's nothing the critics can do to change that. So there.

My next-year roommate wrote something awesome (♥), and now I feel like doing something epic.

I love you all. I use ♥ to prove it.

♥

This is the first of two Sweet Charity fics I'm writing this go-round. This is for the epically awesome marishna, who, after my 1500 words of fic were utterly Kripke'd by episode 4x09, told me to reject canon and substitute my own. I hope you enjoy it, loff!


Wish Wishes Came True.
SPN. Sam/Ruby, R. 1,883 words. AU as of 4x09, set during Dean's summer in Hell. Warnings for angst, violence, and sex with possessed people. Title from here.

( It feels like starting over in all the worst ways. )

Last Night's Dream: I was walking past the shop where I used to work, only for some reason it was on a corner instead of where it actually is. I saw Lyndie inside and waved to her, and she waved back, and then I kept walking and came up on this church that had a sign reading, "FREE FOOD!" in front of it, and it was around lunch time, so I walked in.

Inside the church, this little old lady who looked sort of like Barbara Bush in a very red sweater attacked me with cheeriness. She asked me what I knew about Jesus, and I admitted that it wasn't much, just the basics, so she sat me down and gave me pizza and she and the rest of the church group started telling me about Jesus. And then suddenly, my mom was there, and we decided to get out and go get Spudnuts.

So we left the church and exited onto this beach? And there were these people who had a teleportation device who would take us to Spudnuts, which was for some reason in the Amazon, only their teleporter was broken. So Mom and I told them that we would teleport ourselves, thank you very much, so we crawled into their ceiling (??), and amidst all the fiber glass, etc., they figured out we couldn't teleport so, angrily, they came in after us. And then there were too many people crawling around in the ceiling so it collapsed under us and we were rolling around in the sand when I woke up.

Today's Adventure: So, when I woke up, I figured my epic dream meant that I should go buy Spudnuts, so I did. I drove down there, and of course they were out, but they had a sign saying they would have more in forty minutes, which I figured was just enough time for me to walk to the Mud House for a hot chocolate and come back. Unfortunately...

Today's Apparel: Knee-length skirt with knee-high penguin socks. My plan was to go: Car → Spudnuts → Car. That didn't happen, obviously.

Today's Weather: 23°F.

Result: My thighs froze. But, it turns out it was exactly forty minutes to Mud House and back with my hot chocolate, so I got back to Spudnuts and I achieved my goal and hooray!

And, um. Yes.

The end.

Today was Snowflake Day.

I love Snowflake Day.

Yaye, Snowflake Day!

My Angel DVDs came in the mail while I was gone, and I'm rewatching them now, and I'd forgotten how much I love this show. Love love love.

And now, a meme:

If you could force me to write anything, what would it be?

When you see this, quote Leo McGarry:

Andrew Jackson in the main foyer of the White House had a big block of cheese...

I giggled because I displayed this with a block quote. I am such a loser, homg.