today's news
Feb. 16th, 2004 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
GIP -- Boondocks icon. I hate homework.
So I've been writing a bit. I got another 450 words written for my Everwood fic, and another 222 words written for my new QaF RPS (692 in all). I'm switching back and forth between the two every time I get a scene written. I think I'm going to have to do a bit of outlining for the QaF RPS just so I know where it's going.
In honor of the fic writing, I made myself a new "muse" icon. Three of the bases are thanks to
wickedripeplum -- see her bases here.

Finally downloaded and watched 2.14 of QaF. The top!Justin scene wasn't nearly long enough. *pouts* I also downloaded the third season 4 promo and I can't *wait* till the new season starts. Gale Harold's coming to Cambridge in less than 3 weeks. I bought the seasom 3 DVD. My bank account is weeping bitter tears.
Fic Reccs
rhiannonhero wrote a new QaF RPS: Familiarity [Gale/Randy] -- definitely worth a read or five.
Also, ever seen The Faculty? No? Well I don't care. Read this fic anyway because it is so. damn. good. Void by
wax_jism [Casey/Zeke/Delilah] -- I've never seen anyone handle disfunction this well. Relationship disfunction. Family disfunction. This fic is totally fucked up in a very, very good way. The sex is hot, not to mention viciously angsty.
Oh, what else. I spent a few hours last night (two or three or some such) assembling a shelf tower for my bathroom. It's metal and simplistic and goes very well with the modern look of my dorm. I feel all handy now for having done the assemblage myself. I'm kind of annoyed that the tower is taller than me. I had to carry the box with all the parts for, like, a mile and a half. It wasn't fun.
The waking up early thing is getting worse. I went to bed a bit earlier than usual. 10:00pm? 11:00pm? Sometime around then. I woke up at 3:11am. I went to sleep again. I woke up at 3:26am. I went to sleep again. I woke up at 3:38am. At this point I was thinking, "WTF?!?" I went to sleep yet again and woke up at 5:36am. I told myself, "Fuck it," an dragged my ass out of bed.
I'm tossing out my alarm clock. It's utterly useless. I never get up when it goes off, and I usually wake up before I need to anyway.
So I've been writing a bit. I got another 450 words written for my Everwood fic, and another 222 words written for my new QaF RPS (692 in all). I'm switching back and forth between the two every time I get a scene written. I think I'm going to have to do a bit of outlining for the QaF RPS just so I know where it's going.
In honor of the fic writing, I made myself a new "muse" icon. Three of the bases are thanks to
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Finally downloaded and watched 2.14 of QaF. The top!Justin scene wasn't nearly long enough. *pouts* I also downloaded the third season 4 promo and I can't *wait* till the new season starts. Gale Harold's coming to Cambridge in less than 3 weeks. I bought the seasom 3 DVD. My bank account is weeping bitter tears.
Fic Reccs
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Also, ever seen The Faculty? No? Well I don't care. Read this fic anyway because it is so. damn. good. Void by
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Oh, what else. I spent a few hours last night (two or three or some such) assembling a shelf tower for my bathroom. It's metal and simplistic and goes very well with the modern look of my dorm. I feel all handy now for having done the assemblage myself. I'm kind of annoyed that the tower is taller than me. I had to carry the box with all the parts for, like, a mile and a half. It wasn't fun.
The waking up early thing is getting worse. I went to bed a bit earlier than usual. 10:00pm? 11:00pm? Sometime around then. I woke up at 3:11am. I went to sleep again. I woke up at 3:26am. I went to sleep again. I woke up at 3:38am. At this point I was thinking, "WTF?!?" I went to sleep yet again and woke up at 5:36am. I told myself, "Fuck it," an dragged my ass out of bed.
I'm tossing out my alarm clock. It's utterly useless. I never get up when it goes off, and I usually wake up before I need to anyway.