This part of my life is called Waiting For Butter.

No, seriously. I'm not even kidding.

I'm making chocolate chip cookies to send to my dad, because he had an emergency appendectomy on Friday night (that I didn't even know about until Sunday afternoon, when I called to say "HAPPY FATHERS' DAY!" and noticed that he sounded like he was dying). ( Read more... )

Let me just preface this by saying that I have not written fic in a long time.

No, no, scratch that. Change it to, 'I have not written good fic in a long time.' Maybe ever. Certainly not as far as FNL is concerned. (I have seven - count them, SEVEN - attempts at Tim/Lyla in my notebook, none of which will ever see the light of day, so help me.)

But ( Read more... )

I am in a Very Good Mood right now.

So, I am going to make a little list of things that caused it. ('It' being the Very Good Mood. Just to clarify.)

1. Not school.
   
2. I sortof curled my hair this morning, and even though it was pretty much dead by lunch, I liked it while it lasted.
   
3. I realized during Calculus that I'm a comic genius. Because there was a ( Read more... )

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A FIC, OMG.

Ship: H/Hr
Title: Five
Rating: Uh. PG-13, I suppose. For no real reason.
Word Count: 1,631
Disclaimer: THIS IS NOT CANON. I AM NOT J.K. ROWLING. AND I DO NOT CARE.
Note: Once upon a time, there was a very old, very ancient  meme. With osteoporosis and things. I did it. The End.
( The first is an accident... )

Oh, how I adore chain mail. Particularly those of the 'make a wish and if you send this to five hundred trillion people/close your eyes, stand on your head, and send this to five hundred trillion people/etc., etc., it will come true, omg!' variety.

Did you know? before you go to sleep at night there is one person thinking of you. They want you they ( Read more... )

Poll
I'm writing (or, am in the process of attempting to write, more like) a fic for a challenge, the first sentence of which must be "They never found the heads."

And I've got an idea - and I'm sure this won't make any sense whatsoever if I try to explain in detail, so I won't bother - but the basic premise is heart over head (or mind, as the case ( Read more... )

You may be wondering why I'm posting at nearly 3:00 in the morning.

There's a very simple answer for that.

I'm not tired. It's almost lunchtime in Europe right now, dontcha know. And my body still thinks it's there, and not here. So I'm awake, and somewhat hungry, and figuring that if I don't post pictures and videos and commentary on my trip soon, I ( Read more... )

Title: Okay
Rating: G, maybe PG, there's really nothing.
Word Count: 2,152
Summary: Technically, this started out as my entry to Witherwing's March One-Shot challenge, "Everything But the Kitchen Sink." I missed the deadline - didn't want to ruin my streak - and it's pretty much been sitting in a folder on my desktop ever since. Until a few days ago, ( Read more... )

I GIVE UP ON COMPUTERS.

Seriously? Like, they should die. Or something.

It's hilarious how terrible technology's being to me today.

I'm in the middle of a conversation when MSN kills my IM window and tells me that my messages can't be delivered over and over and OVER AGAIN. And so I'm sitting here, smashing on the keyboard and laughing because it's ( Read more... )