July 21st, 2009
NOW I'm going to focus on writing, since I have, what, three weeks to do parts 2 and 3? >.>
It's supposed to rain tomorrow. Maybe even a thunderstorm! It probably hasn't been all that long, but I miss the rain when it's not here.
Today is my brother's birthday. Dennis is 22. I don't feel nearly as ancient as I did last year when he reached drinking age, haha. I couldn't even go to the bar with him because I was on probation. Maybe I'll actually go to a bar while I'm in Plattsburgh... but probably not because, hello, it's better to be in a small group of your friends and be able to hear everyone! I have to call him and wish him happy birthday.
I am going to take my sleepy pill and write until my eyes can't stay open.
- Mood:
accomplished
What's up, Livejournal. I have 250 words of what needs to be at least 1000. My head is spinning. No other news.
- Mood:
a little unwell
A quick survey because of something
- Mood:
lethargic
And then I came back up here to find Spock bending McCoy over a film canister.

My sister, ladies and gentlemen. xD
- Mood:
amused
You'd think Snape would teach his students to be more sneaky. The kid who played Crabbe in the Harry Potter movies has been arrested for growing weed in his house. "Quick mum, toss the invisibility cloak over them!"
Am I just totally making this up, or is there some fanon/sub-canon that says that Vulcans are descended from a bear-like, cat-like species in the same way that humans are descended from monkeys? Because, um, I think these might be the origin of the species.... xD
Writer's approved story gets sent to a second editor... who sends back crit saying “It’s quite a challenge for a writer of one sex to explore writing from the perspective of the opposite sex. Bev Vincent has not done a convincing job.” Bev Vincent is a man, and so is the protagonist of his story. OOPS. No, seriously though, this goes beyond facepalming into full-on headdesking territory. Dumb. Ass. Editor.
Most of the ice cream cake was gone when I went to get some. I suspect my father of late-night nomming. He really just doesn't give a shit about having diabetes... but I still can't support my mother's no-fat no-sugar no-calories no-flavor diet food shopping. Oh well...
- Mood:
tired