Reason I Like (fan)Fiction Better Than Real Life Number six:

I can cheat.  And I do, often.

I don't do this for those few authors that I really, really trust.  But I?  Like a happy ending.

Don't get me wrong.  I do love me some angst.   If an author can make me cry somewhere on that road to happiness, more power to them, and I'll enjoy the hell out of ( Read more... )

I went out to eat tonight, and witnessed a guy that really could have been straight out of the movie Waiting. Seriously, do people really not know better than to piss off their server?

I just have to wonder if the kitchen scene went the same.

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“Can’t she not be the Slayer?”

“Well, yeah.  Fairly simple, that.  Could stop being the Slayer anytime she wants, she just has to do one thing.”

Joyce smiled, excited.  “What is it?”

“She can die.  And she will, one day.  Even if you try to make her stop, she can’t.  Demons’ll just keep following her, hoping for a good day, hoping for the ( Read more... )

For the past week or so, I've been hearing music at night, but I can't find where it's coming from.

I know it's not from the neighbor's.  Or, at least, I'm pretty damn sure.  I mean, sure, I can hear the neighbor's bed thumping, and I can hear the guys upstairs arguing (they have a fallout about once a week).  I can hear bass through the walls, but ( Read more... )

I have mild dyslexia, which luckily for me tends to show itself more in left/right, clockwise/counterclockwise, and an extreme aversion to basic arithmetic and memorization rather than writing and/or reading. In fact, my grammar is pretty good--it was good enough to put me in AP classes in high school and to completely test out of all basic ( Read more... )

I need a bit of help. We are peer editing in my creative writing class, and my partner and I had a disagreement on a line in my story. Normally, I'd just ask the prof for confirmation on her correction, but he's going to be unavailable until just before the story's due.

It's not really that big of a deal, actually, but I find myself obsessing.

So, ( Read more... )

So, because I live a super-exciting life, I went to bed at something like 8:30 last night.  Yeah, thrilling, I know, but I was falling asleep on the couch, so I figured I'd best not fight it.

I expected to be up kinda early.  Like, maybe even five, especially since I tend to do the best with no less than nine hours of sleep.

So...  I woke up.  Fed ( Read more... )

My sleep schedule is all screwy.  I want to go to bed at around ten or eleven and get up at around six.  Or even five-thirty.  Yeah, I'm a little strange that way--I like the morning.

But...  lately I seem to be getting tired and falling asleep one or two hours later every day, which means that this morning I went to sleep at around seven.  Um, yeah ( Read more... )

So, the ex and I started talking again, but I've decided that I am moving out.  I've talked to a friend (who, unfortunately, happens to be a mutual friend), and she's going to open her house up to me.  Now all I have to do is find the courage to actually do it.

Living with the ex is familiar, and I know that's a big part of my problem.  There's also ( Read more... )

I am so freaking angry at my ex-boyfriend-come-roommate.  I can't even convey how freaking pissed I am.  And the most screwed up part?  I've been dealing with his sorry ass and complaining about the drama for so fucking long that I can't even call one of my friends up and talk about it--I feel like I've used up all my rant time.

He's an over-the- ( Read more... )