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IT IS NOT COOL IN REAL LIFE.
GUH.
Not to mention, hey witch hunt!
I want to go breath fire or something... and it doesn't help my brain is fried from finals and my eyes are actually really bloodshot right now, and I can't tell if it's cos I'm tired or stressed or getting Pink Eye.
- Mood:
infuriated
SO COLD.
In other news, I don't think I'll *ever* move to Russia. Or Alaska. Or Antarctica.
Also, why the fuck do I procrasinate? WHY? It's not worth it!!! (Even though I really want to be reading Prussia fic right now... shit. Must *focus.* Most *work.*)
I bought a book on Prussian history yesterday though.
I need help...
- Mood:
cold
My room mate is in the shower singing Lord of the Rings music and Anastia music. She's an opera major :D So that means that woman can really sing. (And she has good taste).
Though moving during Dead Week was rather painful. And I have a paper due tomorrow I'm only half way done with.
- Mood: exhausted
I am so tired, and so hyper, and I will be so sore tomorrow it will not even be funny. I will hurt. My legs are already starting to hurt...
BUT IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT.
(I still can't believe it's 12 omg.)
Because I am now moved into my totally awesome new room with my totally awesome new room mate. :D :D :D :D
SO MUCH JOY AND HAPPINESS (AND SORENESS D:)
Because, as I said in past posts, the situation with my room mate was really not working out. It got a lot worse from there, but I shut up about it cos it was driving me crazy. So then, my friend and I were talking and she's just, "I'm moving out." "LET ME MOVE IN W ITH YOU." And we spent like 3 hours talking things over about what wasn't working with our current room mates and stuff, and ect ect ect.
So we are now moved in together.
On the fourth floor.
Of a building with no elevators. And we pretty much helped each other move all our crap...
Thus with the soreness.
But it was totally worth it. And I still can't believe it's 12.
- Mood: exhausted
- Location:HOME OH GOD HOME
- Mood:
creative - Music:The Delicious Tomato Song
(Hmmm, Sparkling Cider...)
Omg kill me now.
I have so much homework that I'm trying to get done *now* so I can go home early it's not even funny. Why do I procrasinate again?
- Mood: working
I would seriously like some more Lyle/Brainy stuff out there though.
- Mood:
apathetic
SERIOUSLY?
So, first, I went to the library. One Flight.
Then, it was the Registars Office, One Flight.
Then, History Department, Three and a Half Flights.
Then, Back to the Registars, One Flight.
Back to the Library, One Flight.
Back to the History Dept. Three and a Half Flights.
THEN BACK TO THE LIBRARY, ONE FLIGHT.
So that is: 12 flights going up, which means 24 flights of stairs.
SO I DID CARDIO REGISTRATION. I CAN LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF BEING A PANTING MESS BY THE TIME I GET ALL MY CLASSES.
But, I got the classes I wanted *weakly waves falg of rejoicing.*
ALSO, OMG LEGION OF THREE WORLDS. We finally get the post Zero Hour Legion back into cannon after they WERE LEFT IN LIMBO FOR OVER FOUR YEARS. That's right, the Teen Titans were all OMG WE WILL SAVE YOU! WE PROMISE and then promptly forgot about the what, 30 some? teens they stranded in Limbo. So they're finally back! I'm so excited! But I want to write BeingLeftInLimboAndGoingALittleCrazyHere fics now. And I'm really annoyed at Geoff Johns for taking the two unique characters from that Legion and sticking them with the Legion (which is his version of the original so... I have no idea what to call them?) so he can continue to write about them, which he sticks Post Zero Hour into some corner over here, depriving them of several of their characters. That just feels like a dick move to the Post Zero Hour, I don't know.
- Mood: accomplished
Also, I came back tonight looking like a drowned rat. I figured it was hot shower time and now I am rather content. With... that, at least. And other things are starting to look up (Updates when things are final). Though I seem to have an odd rash I'm a little worried about...
- Mood:
nerdy - Music:Absolutely Invincible British Gentleman
Hm.
In other news, a couple weeks ago I was going through one of my novels and editing it and enjoying it and then I got to this one part and was confused. Because I knew I'd written scenes to go in there... but they weren't there anymore. And this is when I remembered that this was the novel which I was working on a year and a half ago when my computer CRASHED AND DIED taking several months worth of work with it (Luckily those months had not been productive months or this would have been a much more crushing blow).
So yes, that's where those scenes went... Gone now, gone forever...
Oh well, I remember the basics of what was supposed to happen so, somehow, I'll get through this...
- Mood: crushed
Lovely.
I'm still behind in classes due to being sick for the FIRST WHOLE MONTH and the quarter is almost over. This could be a problem. Well, I'm still behind really only in one class, and I should be writing a paper for the other I really don't want to even start so...
But that all being said, life outside the room is good. I think I need to watch more Star Trek though... it's been a while and I miss Spock and McCoy.
- Mood: listless
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I told you all I was shipping England/America. And this picture cracks me up and makes me smile every time I see it. Thus...
- Mood:
chipper
I'm shipping America and England like crazy.
- Mood: cheerful
“Richard, where are my pants?”
Richard turned to look back at the bed where Philip was lounging, taking up as much space as he pleased and looking far too content with himself. Richard couldn’t stop himself from grinning.
“Richard,” Philip said his lover’s name again, slight warning entering his voice.
“I was admiring the view,” Richard said, shuffling around the room. That statement only made Philip’s smirk more pronounced.
“You like the view then, I take?” Philip stretched his arms up over his head.
“Very much,” Richard admitted.
“Then find me my pants so you can see it again later.”
“Well, here’s to a new year then,” Philip slurred.
“You’re drunk,” Richard took the cup away from him.
“Don’t I have a right to be?” Philip asked, lolling against him. “In case it slipped your notice, we aren’t really winning.”
“We’re never really winning,” Richard muttered, steering the French King toward the bed.
“That’s true,” Philip said, suddenly serious and no longer sounding nearly as drunk. He stopped and stood up straight, as Richard continued on. “Richard, where did we go wrong this time?”
Richard just shrugged, not turning to look at Philip.
“Well,” Philip shrugged. “Happy New Year anyway.”
“You’re never really going to be at peace are you?” Philip asked, smoothing the hair back from Richard’s forehead.
Richard shook his head. “I wouldn’t know how to even begin.”
Sighing, Philip ran a hand along the back of Richard’s head, flattening the hair as he went. “Do you ever think that’s our problem?”
“Are you at peace?” Richard looked up at Philip.
“I want to try it,” Philip replied. His hands stilled, cupping the back of Richard’s head. “I think the idea sounds rather nice.”
“It’s just an idea though,” Richard caught his wrists. “This is real.”
Philip smiled.
- Mood:
awake
Lovely.
But, I'm only 93 drabbles away from furfiling my Lion in Winter table...
- Mood: cranky
“You’re still a boy.”
“In some ways.”
When Richard had seen Philip—King Philip, he reminded himself—for the first time in two years he barely recognized him. Philip would later ask him if he aged, and Richard had been too worried to answer yes. He’d barely been able to reconcile his image of the boy and the king in front of him.
Philip held himself like a king now.
But, inside his own chambers, so much of that disappeared. Richard could see that boy again in flashes and remember why he’d wanted him so much. Why he still did.
