This is so stupid. I'm not allowed to search for communities unless I have a paid account? That's not the way it used to be. I remember. When I first got this journal is did search through the communities. Now I can't? *frustrated gestures ( Read more... )

Finding a job should not be this hard. Seriously. I am a pretty, personable, well qualified girl who isn't even looking for high pay. I just want something to DO and a bit of change! I feel completely useless and I keep dreading the moment when my mother's patience with me wears out. I guess I'm just not trying enough. *gags*  I HATE THIS TOWN!

I have a final tomorrow (or today, I suppose) at 8:30 am. I was displeased. But still, I tried to get to bed at an early hour. I was having trouble relaxing, so I put on Ralph Vaughn Wiliams' Dona Nobis Pachem in order to soothe away the mind-crinkles of the day. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. I ended up dancing around the room so riled ( Read more... )

1. Have your music library ready ( Read more... )

Me: It's midnight, do you know what you should be wishing me?
Mattie: Good... night?

To her credit, it only took her about two seconds after that to realize the REAL anser.

I've found out just how careful I have to be. That is, careful about sun. No, I didn't get a sunburn; I'm not so foolish as to fail there. But it's become pretty clear: I am allergic to sunlight. Go ahead, laugh. You're not the one who breaks out in hives every time you spend more than five minutes in direct sunlight. It's not the heat. And ( Read more... )

I'm glad I have my other LJ now. It's far more interesting.

I'm almost done with chapter nine of Lusus Nature. In this chapter, Remus first meets Valhalla, the werewolf (or wowolf?) he will eventually marry. I as I typed I suddenly became aware of the sore temptation to name the chapter "Puppy Love." But, then I realized, had I done so, I would have to kill myself. Chapter nine remains untitled.

Dear Girl Next Door ( Read more... )

I really don't have anything to say. My life is empty and particularly pointless at the moment. I have to have at least five pages of my story by tuesday. Needless to say, I do not have five pages. I have a paragrah. Yup. One paragrah. And a vague feeling of plot confusion. My characters confuse me. My premise confuses me. But I don't want to write ( Read more... )