• Point is. I'm home, it was nice to be with the family and have cake and stuff, but I missed being held responsible for my own choices, I missed knowing the routes of public transportation and, oh God, I missed my bed.

• Wanna know what else I missed? Moussey's deadline. ::cough:: See? I do have the fic written and all; I do not, however, have it in the computer, which, as you can see, would be the obstacle in my way. Ugh, I'm totally one of those folks who have no respect for deadlines and the like, shame on me, dude. But I am also one of those folks who insist on finding the damn bright side on every stupid thing possible, and so, I did find a title (fancy and all) for the fic in the meantime. So, Mousse, focus on that, m'kay?

• Um, I may have gotten myself into a really tight spot with the Mother's Husband. He insists that I take the commercial road and work my own office, I insist that humanitarian work is my thing and will not be sidetracked, because I'm digging my heels in. Ultimately, it doesn't really matter what I end up doing, since it's really not an area of my life he's ever shown much interest in, until now when I told my mom she was not gonna get much chance to live off of me due to my potential future lack of resources, she's already assumed this fact and has found her peace with it, he has not. Clearly we both have very, very different worldviews and this isn't the first time we butt heads, unfortunately it is the worst fight I've ever gotten into in my life. So. I'm having trouble finding the bright side here. We'll see how it works out in the end.

I have this weird peaceful feeling today. Like everything goes in slow motion. Its odd, but nice, kind of warm and laid back. I like it.

Finally got around to continue with this trilogy that I'm calling "Tempus Fugit" because it all started there you know? I'll be posting the next installment soon, my beta's still working on it.

I thought I'd go out tonight, have some fun. Some school buddies want to go check out this new pool bar a few blocks from here, its supposed to be fancy and young. But I'm not sure I'll go with them. I didn't really get my sleep fix last night, so I'm more in the mood for a bath and a book. 

Will be around tonight though, if anyone is interested in... well, anything that might involve my participation. I was even thinking about asking for prompts, I've discovered they're quite an exercise for my writing. I'll probably be taking up some prompts from communities too, but just in case you're interested in a custom-made ficlet. There.

I'mma shower now, but I'll be coming back afterward.

Hi there... just checking in real quick to let y'all know that I'm still breathing and that hopefully will continue to do so for the rest of the week... in case you don't read anything that proves that.

I finished my latin titled fic... and at some point it hit me that I can't leave things like that, I mean, I could, but I won't 'cuz I like to annoy myself that much. It's a TRILOGY peeps... and I'm feeling all Tolkien-like. O.o

Izzy asked me to write her something wherein Dean angsted (yeah, I'm using angst as a verb. Oh if my mother could see me)... and I did it. Not as spectacularly as my aspirations for greatness would have wanted it, but it does the trick (or, y'know, I srsly hope it does the trick), and is important to remind you all that Dean tends to give fits and bitch at me instead of just letting me write him, so I'm fairly proud of my achievement  ::goofy grin::

The best friend's gf has some seriously good ideas when it comes to The Fight Club. I will get to that when time is batting for the home team. Possibly.

Well, this is all. 

::Waves buh bye::

Landed safely, after a SIX HOURS delay that had me all squirrmy and annoyed, and Sophie was doing that thing where she is just a brat because she knows that'll get people to notice her, and Jared was sleeping like a baby in the midle of the boarding room, and I truly hate him for that because it left me dealing with Sophie AND dad AND mom, AND ME! not a pretty place to be at I tell ya.

After surviving all that, daddy comes to the airport to pick us up, and Jared and I were siblings again, jumping all over him like two sugar-high puppies. Mom took pictures. The other dad watched. And then, joined the noise, he’s good at that.

Now, I'm all warm and toasty but my ass still hurts and I can't feel my left foot, not good people, I like my left foot!.
Anyway, all the insanity going on around me has sprouted this *need* for porn like you wouldn't belive. So much that I even got this little PWP piece with Max and Alec in it, also there was some Jo/Sam, and I'm fighting real hard this images of a Dean/Ellen pairing, because there's people in this house and I ought to be with them, since I came all the way over here and all to, y'know, *be* with them... not to burn brain cells in hopeless porn bunnies!

The worst part? I still wanna read some Max/Alec, bacause I suck at writing someone else's characters and that one was just a hormons-driven attempt at fanfiction ::shakes head::

Got Josh Groban's "Awake" and I've been tapping my foot to it (the right one, since apparently I lost track of my left foot's whereabouts) for the last four hours, I put it in repeat and I love it, I might go to bed with it too. Hey! I could write some porn to that music, see what comes out.... I wanna get out of my brain, like, right now, its starting to creep me out! Fo' Real.