GOIN' DOWN

My fanfiction is scattered across the Internet; with the idea of making things easier for me, I've organized it here. It's mostly for Devil May Cry, with random forrays into other fandoms. It's almost entirely gen. I'd warn people, but beyond a whole lot of blood, there's not much to offend.

( Treacherous waters beyond this point... )

I haven't done one of those TALK ABOUT ME PLZ memes in a while.

Comment anonymously(or not) saying:
➊ something that you like about me.
➋ something that you dislike about me.
➌ one thing that you don't think i see about myself.
➍ a word, quote, or lyric that reminds you of me.
➎ something you wish you could say but haven't (either about me or someone else)---LET IT OUT. ♥
➏ a character you associate me with.

I did nothing today and I'm doing nothing tomorrow. WHAT SHOULD I DO TO FILL THIS FREAKING VOID, MAN, WHAT. My options are a) clean my room, b) buy clothes, and c) .... what is C. What is C.

I don't handle boredom well. It gives me flashbacks to the beginning of the year where I barely did anything at all for months and felt like I was slowly going insane.

( a list of all the rp journals i ridiculously have because there are so many man )

What is with this mood of mine.

I impulsively applied to template_rpg, I think because pushpushlady mentioned it in passing. I don't remember, it was hours ago. Er. Does anyone play there? I got accepted.

Poll #1228739 Orgy Quantification
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

How many people do you need for an orgy?

Spent sixty-seven bucks to fill up my truck, and completely coincidentally bought a bus pass the very same day. I'm gonna be traveling in style. Also, I think I'm going to get a library card tomorrow. 'Cause reading is good, and, er, stuff.

SO SOMEONE GOT A POSTER OF DANTE IN THE MAIL TODAY.

We're going to Germany this winter instead of doing anything for Christmas—we're traveling Christmas day, even—and we're not doing anything really spectacular but we're going to see Charlotte and Tinos and Nick and his family and it's Germany again and man fjdklfjkldsfdsfds I am so excited.

Edit: Lurking at a hate meme has turned a fandom I was previously vaguely interested in into something I don't think I'd touch with rubber gloves on. Holy wow.

Dear wallet, where are you? Come back.

I might take the bus to work, since I don't have enough money to put gas in my car, it suddenly occurs to me, and the needle on the gauge is telling me a sad, sad story. I'm thinking of starting to use public transportation to save money--having a car is awesome, don't get me wrong, but there's no reason I have to use it all the time.

Except for the fact that the buses stop running at seven. Hm. Conundrum. And I can think of about five people offhand who would loan me ten bucks for gas, and probably not even expect me to pay them back, but I don't need their money! I will figure out a way.

Learning that the new Animal Crossing for the Wii will let you transfer data from the DS version is awesome news. Cue more Wild World playing, because I want to have as much stuff as possible.

... God, I hate that dog across the street. Judging by the noises it makes, it's not too happy, either.

Speaking of Animal Crossing! My mule gets a letter in the mail. Dear Deirdre! I don't even know who you are! Weird. Maybe we'll be friends! Or not. From, Brittany. Sure, maybe it sounds a little bit like me, but why would I write an Animal Crossing letter to ... myself?

Troubling. Very troubling.

This entire day feels like a weird dream and I've had Werewolves of London playing in my head since I woke up. Maybe that's because I've only had about two hours of sleep. Speaking of which, I can't actually pass out at three in the afternoon but I plan to be effectively dead to the world starting ... now.

Despite my complete and utter hatred of Batman Begins—which I've ranted to my friends about probably more times than they appreciate—I'm pretty excited to see the new one in, oh, three or four hours. Alas, that I have a final exam tomorrow, so Bryce and I are dragging our books along with us for the long wait in line.

This gives me about one more hour to finish writing various reports and complete various labs, and all I can think is, "Huh, I wonder what it is about my writing style that makes it unsuitable for this particular fandom? Maybe if I changed it to present tense and made the sentences shorter, with more description..."

Being unbearable geeky and pretentious is an art form I have perfected. As is avoiding my homework!

I am amazing.

No one should ever be standing outside my window, asking to be let in. My brother was just there, hissing, "Brittany, Brittany, hey!" and holy hell, I fucking screamed.

I LIVE ON THE SECOND STORY.

This is the first time I've ever written a paper that's a whole page longer than the minimum specified requirements. Possibly because I got to speculate on the motivations of a carnivorous alien menace and include phrases like, "It's unfortunate that the scientifically motivated characters didn't get a chance to speculate more before they were killed and eaten."

It's possible I may be choosing the long line of work, here. Is there a line of work where you get to speculate about aliens? I'm totally there.

Edit: Though I may be ill-suited for science stuff, at least I didn't spent the entire class doodling about Dan the DNA Man and the wacky adventures of Mitosis and Meiosis. Unlike someone I know.

Also, I think I'm changing my schedule to take microbiology next semester. Holy crap, that topic drives me crazy. I must understand it.

There is absolutely no help for me.

Got my photosynthesis poem back and the teacher wants me to submit it to the school creative... newspaper, or whatever. So I guess I got full credit. Now I have to finish a project on The Thing, which I have to make apply to actual science ... er. Somehow. Who wants to bet I'm going to spend most of the evening making more screen caps instead of, yeah, doing that.

It's a trap. Don't bet on that.

Oh, and sorry to anyone who tried to IM me last night. I thought I'd be away from the laptop for ten minutes, and then I lost the next five hours of my life to epic television. Damnit, but BSG is so freaking good. Never end, show. Except end soon, because I want to know what happens.

Uploaded this for my mom, though I might as well share! It's a music video made of clips from our vacation to Germany a year and a half back. More of interest to me is the fact that during me and Bryce's drunken conversation, near the end of this video? I attempt to insult him by saying, "You're like the thing Captain Nemo was afraid of!" Because that makes utter sense.

I can't write anymore, apparently. Maybe the conference will help on that front.

Something is bothering me, and I can't put my finger on it at all. I only have a week left of school, at least that's something. Going to be out of town for like half of August, crap. I hope I get paid soon.

Just now my mother decided my brother deserved a smack in the face. Bryce grabbed me and proceeded to use me as a human shield, dodging her attacks and pinning my arms down as my mother kept swinging her hands around my hand, trying to land a blow on him. "No, Mother, stop!" I yelled. "Stop! This can only end badly! And in pain! No! Stop! Stooooooop!"

It continued until she punched me in the face.

"Gee, gosh, if only someone could have seen this coming."

My family is insane.

Heading to Phoenix for work--and to catch some movies, I have to admit--not taking my computer and probably won't be reachable by cell phone until I come back tomorrow. Laters!

"Let's go back to the Sedona channel—all fruitcakes, all the time."

Whatever you can say about Penn and Teller, they just won forever.

Edit: Just finished reading the whole manga, and now I want to see Speed Racer again so bad.

I am so tired and disoriented that I keep walking into walls and tripping over things, I can't even drive but I have to go to school anyway. Holy crap, man, nothing is standing still. Head hurts. Hate my life.

Holy holy crap. You know, when I left for Phoenix today? I didn't figure flooding would try to stand between me and home. It took me three and a half hours to get home in the horrible storm, the water was running in the street and over the sidewalk and they diverted traffic off the freeway. We moved at about five miles an hour and had to steer around all the cars that stalled out. After that part, visibility was still shit, and I drove about fifty-five the whole way.

My nerves? Shot.

Full disclosure: pushpushlady made me promise I'd get a hotel room if the above happened and I did not. I really wanted to get home.

But in other news! We saw Wall-E and I got the entire Speed Racer manga!

Oh, and Setine lost my car keys. But we found them again.

Life is so unjust. My teacher sprints though two chapters out of the text in one morning and tests us on the material the next day? Pshaw. I can't imagine that I'm the only one that's going to do terribly, at least that's something.

After school, gonna drive down to Phoenix to watch Wall-E with pushpushlady. It will be awesome. Considering driving the bike down to save on gas, but, er.

Ow, head. Ow.

Edited to complain: I can't believed I missed the epic meltdown of rp_secrets because I was at work. Screw work. And the fandom_wank writeup kind of sucks. Woe. Woe and pain.

This morning I jolted awake from a nightmare about mitosis and dancing chromosomes with the terrible feeling that I was supposed to be doing something. I kept my eyes closed because the sun was weirdly bright and fumbled around for my glasses. They were on the floor, which was weird, and the floor was plastic, which was weirder, my pillow smelled like slightly dirty laundry and I think it wasn't until I hit the door with my tennis shoes that I realized I was sprawled out on the bench seat of my truck.

In the parking lot. At school.

Every day should have one of those freaky "How the fuck did I get here?" moments. It makes life more existential.

I think I need to up my daily intake of caffeine.