A friend came out to his best friend today, and the (happy) fallout of that took up several hours of my day. I'm so proud! He was shaky and scared, though his friend's reaction was positive. I've yet to get to a place where I'm entirely comfortable, so I understand - even the slightest hint of disapproval can send you into internal hysterics. We talked about school, and how it gives us a false sense of security that sets us up for one rude awakening after another. How many times can you get your hopes of Everything Being Ok, dashed, before you stop getting them up? We've made a shopping-and-lattes date for Monday.
I haven't seen much of any of my friends, as I've been working forty-four hours a week, and starting at six thirty AM, besides. While it's nice to end your work day at two in the afternoon, it does set you at odds with everyone else. Curses. I need a second job.
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I FINISHED MY REMIX! Actually, days ago, but as I haven't posted in ages, I'm just spreading the happy news now. I scorn
emelerin and everyone else who's still working on their remixes. Losers. Wankers. Layabouts. *scoffityscoff*
The remix came close to killing me, but I've had more fun working on it than I have on anything else in... a scarily long time. Clearly I need a new Problem Fic to occupy my attention. Usually challenges do nothing for me, but the unique challenge that the remix represented, really piqued my interest. I'd rather like to remix other stories. *leers at flist*
Speaking of fic, I spent the afternoon
spamming Skyehawke.
emelerin was kind enough to offer invites to her flist, and I was bored enough to take her up on it. After uploading a good portion of my completed fic, I've realized something: clearly I don't write enough. I like the posting and editing interface - it's easy to use and not noticeably buggy. The search function is shite, but the site is still small enough for that not to matter. If anyone would like an invite, reply to this post.
Without the remix hanging over my head, I've no idea what to do with my alloted fandom time. I'm too busy, generally, to become involved with fora or archives, but I'm
already bored. And none of my (manymanymany) WIPs are really grabbing me. Arithmancy and Flowers (the fic which would not die) is of course still there, like a cracked out, overweight, old gnat. Buzzing. But I need something new. Something to get passionate about. Perhaps even a new fandom. Ho hum.
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I've been bad about actually sitting down and watching my shows, of late. However. Today I watched a stack of Smallville tapes. And laughed. Then laughed more.
Young!Lex is a seriously, hardcore laugh-riot.
Everyone of the many times his wee, round face would scrunch up and he'd bawl, I
died. This entry is being written by zombie!MHC.
I died. Horrible acting, right down there with Lucas.
Is it wrong that I also snickered at Lionel's epiphany and screamed SUCKAH at the screen?
Randomly, Lex is a Gryffindor. There's nothing for it. My love was shaking, during the Belle Reve storyline, but it's been renewed.
And what can I say about Chloe in "Truth", except: ha! (Krabapple styles)
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Snapeboy update:
icarusancalion you'll be pleased to learn that he hates the Velvet Underground and thinks there's nothing better for a night of drinking, than the Sex Pistols. He admired my Ramones t-shirt as well. My hopes are high.