God, I missed my cramped, stuff-packed room, my computer chair, my cat, my parents, my sisters, the way things smell when they don't smell like cigarettes, being able to sprawl unselfconsciously. I missed my MUSIC, out loud, whateer I'm doing.

Auburn feels sort of weird after having the friendly looming presence of the Adirondacks on the horizon for a couple weeks. One thing this area will never have the full gorgeous impact of is mountains hugging the sky. But weird as it seems, it's as close to home as I've got, because Plattsburgh was many things but home it did not feel like any more.

My fingers are actually so unused to typing now that I'm making a total hash of writing this much, lol. I need to go to bed or something....


But just so it's on record: I had a wonderful vacation. Lots of time well-spent with people I love, a little judicious non-consumerism, a lot of reading, one aborted attempt at mountain climbing, one argument swept far enough under the rug that I think the consensus is peace (or at least I don't have to say "my ex-bff-slash-only-enemy" any more), many bug bites, lots of smoke, a middle-aged graphic novel aficionado letting me devour part of his collection, s'mores made with stale graham crackers and chocolate-covered peanuts, a chance encounter with twins, other people's pets (did I mention my stint as a dog pillow on the drive home?), and almost doing everything I wanted to do: all around satisfying.


it feels SO GODDAMN WEIRD to type even that much right now. I'm so fucked about the last few kink bingo stories, four days to write two whole stories and finish a third... (although I think swapping Fringe for Weeds for the drugs/alcohol prompt will make things easier. >.> yes by the way I picked up a new fandom, I cannot possibly explain why I like Andy Botwin as much as I do....)


Okay, I have a pillow to get out of the laundry, and also things to tend to, so: good night, chickadees.

Even with the refund I'll be getting with financial aid, I can't really afford to waste money. I really think I want to get WiiFit, though.

Some of you guys have it, I know. Is it worth it? Or should I prostitute myself to the cult of Apple for a bigger screen and some cool app-tricks just get an iPod Touch and be happily plump? xD



...whoa, when did it become almost 5 am? WAIT, I'M GOING TO SLEEP IN MY OWN BED NOW

See you all in, uh, fourteen hours or so, OMG BED COME TO ME MY LONG-LOST LOVE

MY THREAD


The words "gravity" and "chiaroscuro" are way too popular as song/fic titles now. Seriously, I didn't even know what chiaroscuro was until moorishflower used it in a story a couple months ago (a few? idk), and now it's everywhere, like the new SAT extra-points word or something...


Fuck college bookstores, those advantage-taking, rapacious motherfuckers. Fuck them all. Actually, screw the textbook makers, too. They can all go sink in a pit. :/ Prices like these, we should be getting gold-plated notebooks with each order.


All day and I still haven't made it back to the 24th on my flist.... but if I say "hey, link me to the important things/interesting things/fic" nothing's going to happen, so I've got to keep reading for myself. :P


A piece of cake just kicked my ass. Oh god, too chocolatey, TOO TOO chocolatey!


Oh look, a meme about fic, this is something I could do that isn't reading. :P Yoinked from karaokegal:

( fic meme! )

Actually, now I think I need to stop reading and just write for a while. And... I'll sleep when I'm dead, I guess. xD

Aw hell yeah, I'm going to go see Inglourious Basterds with Julia and Dennis and Ashley and Church now.

TARENTINO WHAT UP