so green

Today I am grateful because I picked up my notebook and WROTE SOMETHING. Of the fannish variety, that is. And I like it.

Not sure it'll go anywhere, but since I've been spending unholy amounts of time not paying attention in class thinking up ways to crossover the Codex Alera with Merlin, I thought it would be interesting to see if it took any kind of shape if I sat down and played with it for a bit. It did?

I think. Maybe.

Though its actually some sort of patchwork thing made with elements from the Kencyrath universe, Aleran furies and my own Arthurian preferences... good luck, ye who enter here.

Whatever, I'm happy with it. Thoroughly unbeta'd as I just finished it and HAD TO TELL SOMEBODY.



OMG I WROTE SOMETHING! Thanks for inspiration, man. Really.

I've spent the second half of this week with my mental calendar on one day behind. So technically, to me, today is Saturday.

This, of course, explains how come the school next door did not have class yesterday. It's like I live under a rock or something...

For the last few eons lifetimes weeks I've been forced to college the frack out, so I do apologize for the inconvenient disappearing. Especially when there were these couple of mornings when my coffee was sweetened by the presence of several beautifully nomy-looking virtual snow flake cookies. Thank you to the lovely ladies who saw fit I had one, I hope the lateness of my gratitude is forgiven by the knowledge that you have pulled me through some seriously horrid days when my faith in humanity was painfully tried.

Still burning my eyelashes (and hand, that one sleepy morning with the kettle) over finals, but I thought the time was ripe for me to stop shying away from LJ and face my fear of not being able to let go after such a long time going practically without.

Gonna go now, gotta finish this chapter before I can start on the next, you see. God, I so want this to be over. Like, yesterday.

Love you lots, and lots (and lots). Again, thank you for lighting up my days!

Friend 1: so, you say you're a catholic, however you don't go to church or practice any kind of catholic rituals. That I know of.
Friend 2: Well, yeah, you can give me that look. Or you can see it as I do.
Me: How's that?
F2: I just don't let the religious part of my religious belief interfere with my religious belief.

Sometimes it does pay off to be only sober one around, man.

Also, to make up for my sorrowful lack of alcohol consumption, the bestie's been throwing Neuromancer references at me since I stepped into the apartment. I hearts him.

Okay, this is me being all helpful and in my quest to make the world a better place.

The Encounter by cole_chan  deserves your total and undivided attention for the painfully short time it takes to read. Because it is lovely, adorable and utterly fangirling material. Even if you don't like/know of/fangirl to death one fandom or the other, or hey, either, you still should go and read simply for the pleasure of it. There. Um, it's a Doctor Who/Star Trek reboot crossover that makes so much sense and will leave you with the greatest starry eyes ever.

Also, went skiing, took a truckload of pictures, came home to a crashed computer, fixed the computer (because I rock, and am fearless and also desperate) by myself, uploaded the pictures and proceeded to curse a couple car window reflexions (we were moving, it was cold, I was not allowed to be wee bit happy for a wee bit second because the step father likes to castrate me like that), called my brother and gloated about how I'm basking in the snow while he's slowly cooking in his own sweat, he kindly reminded me he does not like snow as I do, I still gloated.

Um. Pics to come, and also those little stories I owe Anna and Zo.

Much love, bbs. Which you can tell by my effusive reccing of (ha!) yet another ST fic. I'll go back to Spn and J2, promise. It's just, you guys, ST is soooo shinyyyyy! and snarky.

here at zacharyquinto.com

Um. How come this picture has me so over the moon? It's like a supernova going off in my face right now, for reasons I don't care to delve deeper into unknown to me I can' t stop grinning.

I think this makes up for Einstein's utter fail at holding up his end of a quantum mechanics conversation. But then, I'm not very good at that either. Also? wth, brain? Is it wrong of me to want to find the link between quantum physics and human psychology? if for no other reason that not feel like I missed the target with the career choosing thingy.

::ponders::

Baked a cake the other day, and it wasn't until I tasted it's saltiness that I realized the sugar hadn't even been measured out to begin with... I continue to win at life, as you can tell.

Also? and probably the entire point of this post, aside from the Quinto-Obama appreciation bit where's Cas? Cas, where are you? I MISS OUR PROFOUNDLY INTELLECTUAL AND METAPHYSICAL CONVERSATIONS, WOMAN. I CAN HAS MY BARACKLES NAO? kthkz

I'll just be here, living vicariously through movie stars for a little while, if anybody needs me.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAYBIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you lots and would tremendously appreciate it if you could pick up your damn phone. You know I always wish the very best for everybody you and this time is no exception, you're an amazing person and I kind of sort of worship admire you enough to tell you so. Hence the public acceptance of my own shortcomings happiness and gratefulness that I have you in my life and that you're our big brother. Also, Sophie wishes you'd pick up your damn phone as well.

Feliz cumpleaños, hermano!

Earlier this morning Einstein tried to jump onto my lap but slipped, in order to avoid hitting the floor in a harmless undignified heap he clung to my arm, after sound cussing and much pain, I wound up with some vaguely questionable-looking scratches on my forearm. Which in and of itself isn't such a remarkable occurrence considering that, well, I have a cat.

But.

I also have a tendency to clumsiness and I'm prone to accidents like cutting my thumb while chopping veggies or something along those lines. Again, nothing note worthy that doesn't happen to everybody and their mamas. I do, however, have this job where I've been seen crying and where people like to assume things out of freaking thin air. Like this mother who came to bring cake for the kiddies and upon looking at the wounds wells scratches on my arm decided to go to the counselor and ask her to see me, the counselor then proceeded to ask about my life, my boyfriend, my career, my family, my potty training everything she could think of to make sure that I was not cutting myself.

Yeah.

I mean, it's understandable, my boyfriend works at a copy shop, my family is spread thing along the entire continent, I'm studying psychology (the forgotten, weaker, lamer cousin twice removed of any kind of natural science) in a university known for it's outstanding (ish) business school, clearly it's gotta be so sad and depressing being me. Clearly self-harm is the natural conclusion.

I wonder what would have happened had I attempted to hide the scratches, or hey, if I didn't have pictures of my cat all over the place in my cellphone. Might have gotten institutionalized right then and there.

Fortunately the counselor saw things for what they were (classicist paranoia, mostly) and let me off the hook. Things were then improved further when checking the flist and finding lovely things such as winterlive  making people happy out of the goodness of her heart,  Mr POTUS and Mr VPOTUS being kind of awesome (as usual) and, oh yeah, this.

Comments owed and emails to reply to will have to wait until I've showered. Please, before you leave, do take a moment of your time to love on my new icon, thank you.

So. I was, um, bullied into joining this sort of contest where there'll be no winners (or something) and I have to submit three pieces of fiction. One has to be old, another new and a third one something written the day of the submission itself, as in there'll be someone watching you write it. Oh pressure, how overrated you are.

Anyway, I'm working on the new piece, and am already deciding what the third is not gonna be about. It's the old one that has me a ragged mess of doubt. I have these few pieces that I love with all of my heart but some of them are too personal for me to share, others have already been shared and I believe it is against the non-contest rules to submit something you've already sent out to another contest (where there were actual prices. And less ridiculous rules), clearly this leaves me with very few options, of which the really attractive one is this RPF thingy I wrote a while back, and it is truly and sincerely loved. There's something about that story.

Which is where you guys come in (PLEASE, DO COME IN), because I'm asking your help with it. What do you think about it? Should I make arrangements? Is it contest material?

It's mustang horses, champagne glasses and this is the last thing I've written that got posted, so it's been opinioned on by other people already, but I'm still sort of on the fence about it, mostly because it never got beta-ed and so, (further) third party view may be required before it's set free onto the world.

::is insecure:: Will you help a poor little soul out?

I think I just got myself a Facebook account. Why did I do that? Will I actually put it to use?

I'm vaguely annoyed with myself, don't even know why... anyway. Will see if it doesn't get itself deleted before tomorrow, in which case, I'mma go find you!!!

Um, who has a Facebook account around here? (or who doesn't)