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DUDE DUDE DUDE THE HORSE RESCUE HAS KITTENS AND THEY ARE SMALL AND CUTE AND FLUFFY AND SWEEEEEEET AND I HAVE PICKED OUT THE ONE I WANT, I AM GETTING A KITTENNNNNNNNNNNN. WOOOOOOOOOOOO. KITTYKITTYKITTYKITTY.

*looks innocent* *totally did not punch the DM in the balls yesterday*

I watched a few episodes of the new Skins and wow, it is so not as good as the old crew. Effy is damn BORING now. Also I was watching Cook consume alcohol and wondering how the hell he was still standing up. The boy chased beer with HOW MANY shots and oh, some champagne, woo! His liver, it hates him so.

(Why does he feel like a douchier version of Chris?! WHY? Chris is win and he is not.)

Kissing gets boring after awhile and it should never be doubted that I'm a cruel child, and like to watch people suffer, and making someone do sit ups for kisses is very entertaining. That is all. Now, off to catch up on sleep.

I kissed him I kissed him I kissed him I kissed him I kissed him. Wooooooo, be proud of meeeeeeee.

Okay so it was totally mostly almost joking but he insisted on kissing me back a lot so whatever, it was good. Though it means nothing because it happened at an ungodly hour of the morning. I still feel all happy 'cause of it. And it was not awkward like kissing T, or bitchy afterwards.

Oh man I LIKE having a life. But I miss the internet when I'm gone.

Dear Guy who I like too much for my own good,

Please stop being amazing. Really, it's getting old. I mean, seriously, staying on the phone 'til 1:30 in the morning talking about comics with me, wtf? Being funny, sweet, and making pervy comments seem cute is just so not cool. Tolerating my crazy and my constant physical affection, and calling it awesome, is going to driving me insane.

Also, if you could stop making comments that are just enough past friendly-flirting to make me wonder, but not clear enough to actually give me any idea if you mean anything but friendly-flirting, that would be nice.

So my friend got it into her head to have my first kiss off of me. Honestly, I don't care, she can do whatever the fuck she wants. So she did.

And there were a few suggestive text messages with someone else, some joking, and then somehow we were making out in the bathroom so she could take a picture in the mirror despite the fact that I had been joking about sending him a pic. And I still don't care, because I'm just like that, and physical affection is no big deal. However, the next morning she decides to get awkward and worried because OMG, HER BOYFRIEND MIGHT CARE ABOUT US JOKING AROUND, WAAAH. This despite having previously said that he wouldn't give a shit. (We're ignoring the fact that I would totally dump any guy who actually cared that much about a joke because he doesn't belong to me)

Thank you so much for ignoring me all this afternoon when you bitched and whined until I agreed to stay over last night and stay for your birthday party. Really, really glad that my awesome guy friend was there to be snuggly and lovely and distracting while you fucked off to wherever to spend time with your toy.

In conclusion, my friend is a dumbass, I'm a dumbass, I had my first kiss last night, I don't actually LIKE kissing, and hey, I STILL HAVE THAT PIC, THANK YOU FOR THE BLACKMAIL MATERIAL (or at least a few good laughs).

So I've fallen in love with Skype. What liiiiittle time I'm spending online, I'm spending on Skype, talking with my irl friends. And I love being able to voice chat and surf the internet at the same time, no more switching screens to IM!

Though reading porn while talking to your friends, kinda awkward...

I feel like I've hardly been online. Yeah, I've been on AIM a DAMN LOT, but I've mostly been on my phone. I'm like....completely not motivated. God Dammit. I'm kind of just not motivated to do anything right now. I want to sleep. Constantly. And I want the world to LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE (however it will not, and I really do love my friends. Really. Ignore the fact that they make me want to cry half the goddamn time.) /end emo

I have been sleeping way too much. Like, WAY too much, and I'm tired a LOT. And Jess and Kim have made me think that maybe there is actually something wrong with me and I need to see a Doctor, damn them. =(

I AM NOT DEPRESSED NOR DO I HAVE LIKE, A THYROID PROBLEM. DAMMIT. (do not listen to my mother, I am not depressed)

I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS, WOW. It was written for a summer writing class last year and I totally forgot it existed until I was digging around in my gdocs looking for the bits and pieces of my old SGA fics. *huggles it*

Title: Numbers
Rating: pg13, at most
Summary: Numbers are simple, easy. They make sense when the world is falling apart. So John counts. But it doesn't make anything less real, and he's still going back to Earth for the funeral of the one person he never thought he'd have to lose--his son.
Character(s): John Sheppard

( I LOVE FINDING OLD FIC, I REALLY DO )

I am going to post it somewhere. Yes I am. And I think I am going to turn it into a warped version of Better Forgotten/20/20 Hindsight (and only prongs_padfoot will know wtf that even is)

Bruce Springsteen is love. THat is all.

I have realized why all the characters in the books and fic I have been reading seem so very flat and fake: I am a teenager. I have thought this through, there is reasoning to back it up: I am a teenager, and therefore I know what teenagers act like.

And when I read books/fic about teenage characters, they do not act like teenagers. Of course with books this can be written off as there's only so much you can get past a publisher and that is considered socially acceptable. In fanfic and non-published original fiction there's really no excuse for the flatness of the characters.

So repeat after me, folks: Teenagers are not PC. Around adults, sure. You get teens with other teens and no, they are not PC, and they are not polite. Say hello to Jew jokes and rape jokes and sex jokes and, depending on the mindset of the teens, religion jokes. Say hello to cursing, and enough 'that's what she said' moments to sink a ship.

And no, this is not at all because I know 'bad' teenagers, either.

So please, god damn, let me find some fic where teens actually act like teens, because they are in fact very interesting.

I REALLY MISSED THE INTERNET, OMG. But I had an awesome week, so I didn't suffer too much--my flist is buried in crap though, but that just means I have lots of awesome fic to read.

Katy Perry puts on a surprisingly good show, and her opening act was great--and most importantly I had fun screwing around with my friends.

A bit of weird TMI: I have a disturbing lack of gag reaction when I'm relaxed and sleepy (NO I WAS NOT DOING ANYTHING...too...DIRTY). Also guitarists have awesome hands and people taste like salt.

I has no ficspam:( I had no time to write. *cries*

Since my friend request to the OOC isn't approved yet (because I have been stupid and lazy and didn't request it for days) I can't post a warning there, but I'm not going to be on the internet again until Friday night, at least, possibly Saturday or possibly longer. I haven't finished Don's CS yet, I'll get it put up when I'm back. Sorry for being a pain in the ass Stacey, ilu and Owen. <3

Hopefully I'll come back to the internet with a ficspam, but that depends on whether or not I'm actually capable of writing by hand anymore (whoo! years of nothing but typing, way to destroy my handwriting).

I am so damn sore, my god. Owowow all over, and I dunno why it's so bad. My legs are all crampy and my knees ache like they haven't since I was little and having that growing issue.

In better news, I am going to a concert next week (Katy Perry, ugh, but still yay for concert and friends!) and I left big ol' lipstick prints on my crush today because I got bored, and then all but fell asleep on him. Four hours of sleep+six hours of working with ponies+the rest of the day spent doing shit=FUCKING TIRED, AGH.

It seems that my poor computer is officially fucked, the little bitch. And I will not be getting another laptop anytime soon, so unless I can convince that thing to work my internet access is going down the drain. I HATE using the desktop, god dammit. Especially for writing porn. XD At least there are three nights a week that I'm guaranteed to be home alone so I can do dirty, dirty things with my internet access then. But damn, as if I wasn't bad enough with keeping up with fic and RP as is.

All I can say is THANK GOD FOR GDOCS and the fact that I backed up most of my shitty fic onto there when the computer started flipping out awhile ago. Ugh.

I am a ficwhore, shoot me now. I have like, ADD or something, can't stick to one idea for too long. Now I wanna write crappy young adult original fiction (which I fail at because it inevitably involves sex/slash/rape/drugs and is no longer young adult). STICK TO ONE IDEA, DAMMIT.

In other news the party last night was the best thing ever, and I got jumped on by a hot emo boy and was just a dork in general. Also, I have an awesome haircut.

BACK TO ATTEMPTING TO WRITE THREE FICS AT ONCE!

So, second-to-last episode of SGA tonight and omg, I may just cry. It's not that I like SGA that much anymore. It's pretty much sucked balls since Carson died, and before that, I NEVER liked Elizabeth, and I've always thought John was ridiculous and only amusing in certain scenarios. Beckett was made of win and McKay has been love even in the recent seasons though, and Ronon is hot. And SG1 was pretty much the love of my life for awhile so, like a good little fangirl, I kept watching SGA when there was no more SG1.

And so I haven't really liked it, but it feels like part of me is dying somehow, because SG1 is what got me into fandom and now there is just NO MORE STARGATE. I know, I know, Stargate Universe, but wtfinghellno that will not be the same and it will probably suck big hairy donkey dick like both SGA and SG1 eventually did.

>.> This last episode made me wanna write AU-on earth fic about John and John's fucked up family though. WTF, I don't like John, why is he always the one I write fic about?! I guess I like the idea of what John COULD BE if he wasn't such a faily Jack knock off. I talked about it with the lovely prongs_padfoot who I seem to aaaaaaaaalways bounce fic ideas off of, and hey, it's not even going to involve suicide or incest, like my last (totally unfinished, hardly even started) one did. So maybe I'll actually write this one. Maybe I'll even finish it. After, of course, I finish the sequel to my Britannia High Christmas Fic.

This is like....what, going on a week straight of being sick and miserable with the head cold from hell? Ugh, shoot me now. Of course I didn't make it better by running around in the cold playing airsoft or messing about with horses, now did I? I've been sleeping a TON, and sleeping better than I have in MONTHS just because I am so TIRED despite spending most of my day laying about on the couch under a pile of blankets and drugged up to my ears in cold medicine. Of course I've also been completely neglecting RP like usual and probably am driving poor Carol up a wall (I don't remember if you have me friended, but if you do, ILU CAROL).

Stacey and I are getting back the quads! Sortakinna, BUT I AM HAPPY. *snuggles crazy Leo*

Unfortunately my days of rest cannot last, hair appointment at 10-fucking-AM tomorrow morning and then shopping to do and then my hair to dye because I must look pretty for the party, yeah?

I'm going to spend another day piled under blankets marathoning Britannia High and Skins and writing fic, while feeling sorry for myself. Smutty, smutty fic.


....Wow did I just use my lj to talk about my life? Wow.