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Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh!
Jan. 2nd, 2004 07:30 pmI just got back from Logan Airport. I'm back at college once more. I'm tired, and feeling vaguely sick to my stomach.
Also? Today is the worst day ever.
It all started, you see, when I searched through my bag and could not find my *brand* *new* *cellphone.* Then my dad called and told me I left it on the counter. Or rather, he called me and yelled at me. Great rolicking fun! And that, my friends, is only where the horror begins. The baggage claim people managed to lose all of my suitcase padlocks. I was required to unlock them so that my bag could be inspected. Apparently this is the airline's devious method of stealing padlocks. I'm pretty sure nothing is missing, but still. What the fuck?!?
But wait -- there's more. You see, I forgot some papers in my bedroom. Sixteen pages of gay Harry Potter porn, eight pages of lesbian Chicago porn, and another five pages including all my notes for the Everwood threesome fic I'm going to write (and all this shit is single spaced, yo). All printed directly from livejournal, with my livejournal url included in the margins (except for the Harry Potter porn, which has![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jitter_bug's livejournal url printed in the margins). They're all sitting on the floor under a book next to my bed.
My mother cleans this bedroom. She vacuums it. And she's nosy.
I am so fucked.
But it's not all bad. I got really great Christmas presents from my friends, which I didn't actually recieve until New Year's. The Pirates of the Carribean DVD (finally!), the soundtrack to the Broadway production of Hair ("White boys are so pre-he-etty/They're like Chinese silk..."), and a book: The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories by Tim Burton. Tim Burton is the shit! The short stories are delightfully (and deeply) disturbing.
;o)
I also got Christmas presents for myself (mostly with gift certificates I got from other people) -- the CD's I mentioned in an earlier post, a mindless romance novel (which I left back in CA for my mother to enjoy), a fantasy novel (Onion Girl by Charles de Lint), as well as a journal for my fic. Hardcover, cloth bound with leather backing, 250 pages or some such, and very closely spaced lines, perfect for my small handwriting (I have an intense hatred towards wide rule paper). Hopefully I'll get some original work in there, but right now I'm just doing my outlining for my various fanfiction projects at times when I don't have access to a computer.
Speaking of outlining, during my flights and stopovers I managed to get most of the outlining done for my Everwood threesome fic. I still have to find a way to end it that includes a gratuitous amount of porn. I think this might be the most outlining I've ever done in my life. Which kinda makes me sad. Because that means the fic is going to end up really, really fucking long, and I don't know how long it will take to finish, but I'm betting it will be a damn long time.
Also, Firefly has eaten my brain. I outlined notes for a Firefly fic (probably somewhere between 1000 and 3000 words by the time I finish with it). It's Simon/Jayne -- anyone interested in betaing?
*collapses*
Also? Today is the worst day ever.
It all started, you see, when I searched through my bag and could not find my *brand* *new* *cellphone.* Then my dad called and told me I left it on the counter. Or rather, he called me and yelled at me. Great rolicking fun! And that, my friends, is only where the horror begins. The baggage claim people managed to lose all of my suitcase padlocks. I was required to unlock them so that my bag could be inspected. Apparently this is the airline's devious method of stealing padlocks. I'm pretty sure nothing is missing, but still. What the fuck?!?
But wait -- there's more. You see, I forgot some papers in my bedroom. Sixteen pages of gay Harry Potter porn, eight pages of lesbian Chicago porn, and another five pages including all my notes for the Everwood threesome fic I'm going to write (and all this shit is single spaced, yo). All printed directly from livejournal, with my livejournal url included in the margins (except for the Harry Potter porn, which has
jitter_bug's livejournal url printed in the margins). They're all sitting on the floor under a book next to my bed. My mother cleans this bedroom. She vacuums it. And she's nosy.
I am so fucked.
But it's not all bad. I got really great Christmas presents from my friends, which I didn't actually recieve until New Year's. The Pirates of the Carribean DVD (finally!), the soundtrack to the Broadway production of Hair ("White boys are so pre-he-etty/They're like Chinese silk..."), and a book: The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories by Tim Burton. Tim Burton is the shit! The short stories are delightfully (and deeply) disturbing.
;o)
I also got Christmas presents for myself (mostly with gift certificates I got from other people) -- the CD's I mentioned in an earlier post, a mindless romance novel (which I left back in CA for my mother to enjoy), a fantasy novel (Onion Girl by Charles de Lint), as well as a journal for my fic. Hardcover, cloth bound with leather backing, 250 pages or some such, and very closely spaced lines, perfect for my small handwriting (I have an intense hatred towards wide rule paper). Hopefully I'll get some original work in there, but right now I'm just doing my outlining for my various fanfiction projects at times when I don't have access to a computer.
Speaking of outlining, during my flights and stopovers I managed to get most of the outlining done for my Everwood threesome fic. I still have to find a way to end it that includes a gratuitous amount of porn. I think this might be the most outlining I've ever done in my life. Which kinda makes me sad. Because that means the fic is going to end up really, really fucking long, and I don't know how long it will take to finish, but I'm betting it will be a damn long time.
Also, Firefly has eaten my brain. I outlined notes for a Firefly fic (probably somewhere between 1000 and 3000 words by the time I finish with it). It's Simon/Jayne -- anyone interested in betaing?
*collapses*
