Brazilian BBQ kicked my ass. I may never eat again.

I want to throw up but I like it.

And I am super nice and waited, I suppose I should make my own announcement.

I guess I really need to thank LJ for taking a small strangefancy all those years ago and somehow, linking her with a tiny vval. In the years since that fateful day, the two have managed to become so BFF-y, that they had to come up with their own term for it (OTB = one true brain). Miles, time changes and the horrible laptop dying of '05 couldn't stop these two.

I suppose I'm jumbling everything up in my head but in a nutshell? Valy will be here in about a month. To live. For good.

I went to look at our new apartment yesterday. It's like a tiny house and I, for one, cannot wait.

So thank you, LJ. The day I got the invite to join was a very good day indeed.

In a moment of pure panic, I tried to describe my new fandom addiction to the GBFF the other day. Of course, with him being the GBFF, he completely understood when I said "shirtless, fighting, occasionally hug groping" and accepted it without second thought. But in haste, before I managed to utter that phrase, I came up with a new one.

"Um, it's basically like CW porn."

Then I started thinking about it. Then I expanded on the idea in a conversation with vval:

( Convo )


While going through my admittedly limited knowledge of porn, I have come up with the following handy phrases you may use to the general mass to explain/justify your love for your show. Maybe you like the Wincest, maybe you dig the SV Mexark, maybe you're itching to see T-Bag finally show Michael just who's boss, maybe you're dying to see a Lostie Island gang bang or for the love of god, will Meredith and Cristina ever finally just get over it and throw down?

Maybe you're one of those people with a pairing/ship so dark and disgusting, you don't want anyone to know why you watch Futurama (or whatever) on repeat. For those of you, I have come up with the following handy phrases to explain your obsession (and just why you accidently sent that fic you wrote to your co-workers when you meant it to send it home) without really having to explain:

( How To, Five Terms and Examples )

Thank you and good night.

Since Val said I wouldn't.

( Random pics of... stuff. )

Go me.

I suck. I know my last post was along the lines of "yay, I'm super going to post an awesome 'this is my life now' for everyone to read!" but I never did. I don't know if it's because of the laziness of myself or because I'm kind of nervous in getting back into this.

What's a fangirl to do without a regular fandom anymore?

But I suppose, for anyone interested, this is my life now:

( THRILLS AND CHILLS THIS WAY )

I also plan on uploading pics of this stuff soon along with posting again. And I won't take so long next time.

<3

It's been awhile (months and months, which means I super-suck) and I promise that in the next couple days I will make a mammoth post about the latter half of my year. I mean, NYC trip, promotion, new apartment news, ACL, what?

But, just because I am besides myself, I feel the need to post the following:

My OTB is coming here for Christmas! vval will be here in 19 days and there isn't anything that isn't wickedly awesomely cool about that!

Just everyone please hope that my boss lets me rearrange my work schedule to accommodate.

Thank you so much!

<3

Or to toss and turn in yonder bed?

Bugger.

Why can't I make myself go to bed already?

Damn you, insomnia! Damn you, bad genetics!

And damn YOU, overly dramatic nature!

Moved in. Not completely unpacked. Not by a long shot.

Sad, I don't really have other news. Still writing (started a 'Scrubs' one last night, seriously need some perspective). Still [barely] breathing. Living on the third floor seriously sucks.

In other (cute) news, I was walking El Jackson after work this afternoon and it started raining when we were about a fourth of a mile away from the apartment. I kept walking because, honestly, I was already wet. What was the point in running and possibly falling and possibly breaking something? Jack started to pull on his leash and when I wouldn't rush he stopped, turned around and looked at me like "What the hell? Come the fuck on."

Needless to say that I didn't rush and I got a few really dirty looks.

So I'm bored. Someone come and play with me? Entertain me?

I have to move again. This in itself is a good thing. Bigger apartment, bigger kitchen, much bigger tub. 3rd floor but that only means I get more exercise. The bad thing is the moving which equals a lot of boxes and throwing away of stuff and putting out a whole lotta money for new stuff. And I'm moving on Saturday.

Yipee.

On the plus side, I'm writing again. Then again, I'm writing in a fandom in which I haven't really watched in seven month and I'm pretty sure no one is interested in anymore.

Oh well. Why does one write, anyway?

So far, I've packed only my pantry and my DVD's and I'm exhausted. Trying the uplifting music, trying visulization, trying to bribe myself to work. What else can I do?

Pay someone. Mmm.

In a weird twist of fate, I have come back. Or you know, I have arrived. Or I have decided to finally just bite the bullet and buy a new laptop since my old one crashed beyond the crashing of it.

So, long story short I went out and had myself a life. I'm still working at the same place (just for a much new and improved salary), doing somewhat of the same thing (with more work and more "responsibility") and haven't learned much of anything except that I hate moving, I love my dog and I missed this.

I'm suddenly shy. Hey.

*end bad Celine Dion song*

And it's sad that all my entries are like that now. But yes, I am alive and kicking, just really really damn busy with work and school and the kids and trying to sleep when I can. After this weekend, hopefully things will settle down.

I'm working on writing some stuff, getting it squared away, etc. More soon on that.

clannadlvr? We should get together sometime soon. I'm thinking about going to see Sin City this Friday if I can. Give me a call so we can work stuff out.

To Nathan (if you're reading this): I feel you dawg! I'm so excited that you're moving here! Give me a couple of days to get all this crap in order and I'll email you back. I have tons of ideas and suggestions and stuff!

*hugs to all my peeps on the southside*

And I'd love to know what you all have been up to! Could you drop a line in the comments with links to new fic, manips etc? I'd be forever grateful.

I realize it's been some time since I last posted, which makes me a bad LJ-er and a bad fangirl but I'll try to make that up starting now.

The job is going well. I have come to like all my co-workers (I <3 suburbancowgirl) and while the actual work has just confirmed my theory that Americans as a whole are amazingly stupid, I'm getting better at the job. If I could only go a whole day without coughing into the phone because I'm still recovering from bronchitis, oh! and the secondary infection that settled in my lungs 10 days after my fantastic trip to the hospital.

Apparently, I cough a lot while on the phone. But that is neither here nor there.

I also have a story ready to go. Or not so ready to go as written and beta'd. I have yet to make the corrections. clannadlvr did a fantastic job betaing the companion piece (not sequel) to Vermillion but it needs some work on my part. I just haven't gotten around to it. Someone make me work on it!

I saw the Cirque Du Soeil do their Veraki about three weeks ago and found myself inspired again. As soon as I get more than about 15 pages written (have 14 now), I believe I'll start to post it as a WiP. I drew a lot of inspiration from the show and from Constantine, which should give you an idea as to what's in store. So, yeah. I'm really happy with it.

This week was Spring Break for me and after a doctor's appointment on Tuesday, mom and I travelled to San Antonio to see Josh Groban in concert. For those of you who do not know him (I bet you do), he was on Ally McBeal as the 'Opera Boy' for a couple of episodes, sang at the Olympics a few years ago, was on the Rosie O'Donnell show, Oprah, David Letterman, etc. etc. Sang the theme songs to Troy and The Polar Express, the second of which he performed at the Oscars a few weeks ago. *grumbles at Beyoncee*

Anyway, he was... amazing. I can't even describe how his concert affected me. *is beyond words and in love* Mom and I may have to scrap over him.

Dad's birthday was St. Pat's day... Irish family with a father who was born on the most Irish day of the year. Yay, green! I drank a Mexican brewed German beer in honor.

And woah, I had more to say than I thought I would.

If anyone wants to talk, I'm on AIM. Bluefaith16. Hit me up, I'm bored.

( Aftermath Of Having A Moronic 18 Year Old Brother )


Ah, drama. How sweet you smell.

Not to be all "my daddy is better than your daddy" but...

( My Dad Rocks )

Top Sekrit to clannadlvr:

Did you get my email that I sent to your yahoo? Sent it to the gmail, sent it to the yahoo, was just checking.

Feel no need to rush, just want to make sure everything is in working order.

I could have called you or you know, emailed you but I like typing 'sekrit'.

*bg*

It seriously does, yo.

I was feeling kind of headache-y and tired last week but I figured that because of getting ready for the wedding, the trip out of town and all the stuff I was doing for class, I was just run down.

Mom got sick on Friday. Saturday, Dad tells me that we're not going to Midland until Sunday (if mom felt better) and during Saturday, my chest got progressively tighter and my head lighter.

I wake up Sunday unable to take deep breaths, with a temperature in the 102's, my throat swollen, a pulled muscle in my chest from coughing, a stopped up nose, light headed with a headache.

Dad was kind (and fatherly and loves me) enough to take me to the ER where I continued not to be able to breathe well while sitting in the waiting room for an hour and a half. And then another 45 minutes while waiting for a doctor who stuck Q-Tips up my nose for a flu test that took (according to him half an hour) an hour and a half to get my results. Apparently, I have the really bad bronchitis.

Four hours to be told something I already knew.

So, I'm pumped up on steroids, antibiotics, vicodin (for the muscle pull, which I though was kind of odd) a cough supressant and enough vitamin C to make me never want orange juice again.

On the plus side, I slept some, watched most of the first season of Carnivale and can't remember anything of Monday or Tuesday!

Hell, I was impressed I could get to work this morning. But am feeling rather useless.

How is everyone else doing?

Also, I am so amused that this moodicon is the one for 'sick'. Hee, lexalot.

Work is going well. Yay, new job.

School is making me tired. Yay, making me tired.

Going to an uncle's wedding this weekend. Consdering that there was a time he actually said we could casterate him if he ever did that again? This is a big deal. Yay, wedding.

I love my fandom, despite the recent issues.

I really love my fantastic friends.

And everyone gets hugs from me today. Especially vval because she just got a new job, is hella tired, and I worry about her. And clannadlvr because she's just the coolest (and a bad ass-beta) and obsidian_rai just 'cause and to all the new people who have friended my LJ lately.

I haven't met you all yet, so come on out and give us a twirl! I'd love the chance to say hello.

It's been awhile, so I come bearing presents of new stories.

Title: Heartbeat To A Gunshot
Rating: PG-13 to Rish
Characters: Clark, Lex
Category: Future Fic, Angst, Drama
Thanks: To clannadlvr for her amazing beta work. You're just the best, hon. And to vval for reading this as it came out in snippits over email.
Disclaimer: If I owned, a lot of fangirls would be extremely happy.
Dedication: To clannadlvr.

Summary: It makes him remember years he's wanted to forget.


( Heartbeat To A Gunshot )


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