mwestbelle

Almost done. That's all I can hold onto because, god, I'm feeling it right now.

If you have anything to say to the person who posts this, say it to them. If you love them, tell them. If you hate them, tell them. Whatever you have to say to this person, even if it's something you're having trouble saying, if the person posts this entry, say it to them. You may never get a chance to again, so just do it.

Comments are screened, anon is enabled, just. I really do want to know.

Doritos are spicier than I remembering them being, and it's not even the spicy kind, just Nacho Cheese flavor. Meh.

I'm plugging away at my bandslash_kink response, which is due on the 4th, and will probably be in the market for a beta soon HINT HINT

I'll hopefully be posting some school for the arts!crack soon...here's a quick snippet to (hopefully) intrigue you a bit.

( It's about Pete! )

It's mostly all written (Guess who's a ballet dancer? A design student?), I just need to clean it up a bit and finish up a few chunks. It's written in mostly outliney style, because that's easiest for me to build off of later...I'm getting really fond of this 'verse and hope to write some porn ficlets for it in the future :)

Tailbone still hurting like a mother...I know sitting half on a mattress on the floor for over four hours was a bad plan, but jeez, I'm supposed to be young and spry!

In other news, I finally guilted Matt into opening his Invader Zim DVDs, and have been laughing myself silly. ("You have head pigeons." "You don't have any ears! Is that part of your skin condition too?" "He who controls McMeaty's controls the WORLD!") I lent him my copy of JtHM, and I think he might be horribly disturbed now but...oh well.

My bleeding feets, let me show you them. Seriously, ow. The State Fair absolutely murdered my poor feet. I'm feeling rather ambivalent towards the SF these days--it's a thing we do every year, and I've always been excited for it, but...it's not really that fun. You look at animals that smell bad, and you walk until your feet are about to fall off, and you eat. The eating is really the only fun part here, especially now that I'm too old to have any interest in the Midway. And, while the food is often great (cheese curds! cream puffs! corn!), it doesn't always balance out the pain I deal with for it. Yuck.

ONE WEEK UNTIL MOVE-IN!!! It's crazed, and I feel so so so weird. I'm super excited, but I'm also terrified. And, of course, I just realized that all this time I've been worrying about living on my own and stuff, and not about classes (the actual point of college)(arguably). So now, I'm worrying about life, and I'm worrying about classes, and I'm worrying that I'm worrying too much, but also worrying that I haven't worried enough. Blargh.

Stardust today! I want so very badly to go see it this afternoon, but it just doesn't work. I tried "But Neil wants me to, he told me I should!" but it didn't sway anyone. So, hopefully, I'll be seeing it tomorrow. Fingers-crossed!