Failure
So, I never finished the play to bring to class, and what I had wasn't worth reading. This is in no way connected with my inability to concentrate on anything that is not Big Wolf on Campus related, not that I'm writing a fic based on that show at all.
Or anything.
Every once in a while I'll realize that I am, in fact, slow. Like the times I will think "Oh, see Opry is like Opera, I get it." Or the times when I'm all, "Burger King! The logo is in the shape of a Burger!" But most recently, Amber played the "in my pants" game, where you put your playlist on random and add "in my pants" to the title. (I did it for three songs which were Hey Dude in my pants, Grim Grinning Ghosts in my pants, and Dvorak New World Symphony First Movement in my pants. The game doesn't really work out for me.) Anyway, my favorite one on her journal is "Smells like Booty in my pants." Which I have decided sounds like a techno with a repitition of the "Smells like booty!" and someone else adding "In MY PANTS!"
She told me the song is a mix of Smells Like Teen Spirit and Bootylicious. I totally did not realize that Bootylicious was a song and not a band until last night. And I used to get that song stuck in my head ALL THE TIME. *slow*
I have a lot of those "Oh duh" moments. I think this comes from a lack of caffeine or too much, depending on the time of day.
I have a fic that is not BWoC related bouncing around in my head. It's S/X('cause I'm shallow) and it's set in Oxnard. You know, that one throwaway line about the Fabulous Ladies Night Club and "no power on this earth" and all that? Well, I have Spike seeing Xander skulk around a motel room and not quite remembering him but going after him and chasing him into an alley, slamming him against the brick wall and Xander being all, "Oh fuck, this just blows." And Spike being, "I remember you, stinking up the place with fear and sweat. Can't think of your name, but I'm sure I'll get over it." And Xander being all, "It's fine. I don't mind being nameless. Figured I'd die broke and alone and nameless anyway and if you don't let me go I'm going to be late for work." Spike is kind of sad that Xander's alone because this means no big slayer fight, and he's also kind of happy because this means no big slayer fight and it pretty much ends with Xander dying and no actual S/X. Because apparently, I'm in a depressing mood with all of my stories.
I also have one where there's an enchanted glowing rope and the line, "Spike, all it takes to catch me is a well-placed microscope and a dream." That one ends happier, but still. No actual S/X. I'm a slacker.
Or anything.
Every once in a while I'll realize that I am, in fact, slow. Like the times I will think "Oh, see Opry is like Opera, I get it." Or the times when I'm all, "Burger King! The logo is in the shape of a Burger!" But most recently, Amber played the "in my pants" game, where you put your playlist on random and add "in my pants" to the title. (I did it for three songs which were Hey Dude in my pants, Grim Grinning Ghosts in my pants, and Dvorak New World Symphony First Movement in my pants. The game doesn't really work out for me.) Anyway, my favorite one on her journal is "Smells like Booty in my pants." Which I have decided sounds like a techno with a repitition of the "Smells like booty!" and someone else adding "In MY PANTS!"
She told me the song is a mix of Smells Like Teen Spirit and Bootylicious. I totally did not realize that Bootylicious was a song and not a band until last night. And I used to get that song stuck in my head ALL THE TIME. *slow*
I have a lot of those "Oh duh" moments. I think this comes from a lack of caffeine or too much, depending on the time of day.
I have a fic that is not BWoC related bouncing around in my head. It's S/X('cause I'm shallow) and it's set in Oxnard. You know, that one throwaway line about the Fabulous Ladies Night Club and "no power on this earth" and all that? Well, I have Spike seeing Xander skulk around a motel room and not quite remembering him but going after him and chasing him into an alley, slamming him against the brick wall and Xander being all, "Oh fuck, this just blows." And Spike being, "I remember you, stinking up the place with fear and sweat. Can't think of your name, but I'm sure I'll get over it." And Xander being all, "It's fine. I don't mind being nameless. Figured I'd die broke and alone and nameless anyway and if you don't let me go I'm going to be late for work." Spike is kind of sad that Xander's alone because this means no big slayer fight, and he's also kind of happy because this means no big slayer fight and it pretty much ends with Xander dying and no actual S/X. Because apparently, I'm in a depressing mood with all of my stories.
I also have one where there's an enchanted glowing rope and the line, "Spike, all it takes to catch me is a well-placed microscope and a dream." That one ends happier, but still. No actual S/X. I'm a slacker.