Sleepless in Scotland

I'm making a list. A list of people who should never appear in girl!fic. Number one on the list: Bill Clinton. Anyone wanna add?

amatia and deepsix are evil. Evil, I say! Stop feeding the crackbunnies!

Note: Originally posted in my on-site blog, reposted here for consistency.

I am not writing a war!universe/thingie inspired by/themed around U2's War album. I'm not.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Countdown: 132 days

My day thus far:

• Woke up from a nightmare at 6AM. Two nightmares in a year is really too much, brain. No, really.
• Residu shakiness from nightmare caused me to nearly burn my eyebrows off when trying to light a fag.
• Did not get any breakfast down because of aforementioned shakiness.
• Due to miscommunications et al., spent hour and a half running around Brussels and ended up 45 minutes late for a meeting I was supposed to be half hour early for.
• Due to running to try and get to meeting in time, went through my knee.
• Developed a sinus headache, and the only painkiller that really help against my sinus headaches is Sinutab, which knocks me out cold, especially on an empty stomach.
• Did not have any coffee until 11:45.
• Had forgotten my wallet over here yesterday so I couldn't buy breakfast, or tobacco, or anything.
• Spent the remaining hour of the meeting taking minutes and notes of discussions I did not understand at all

Ooohhhhhm, calm blue sea, calm blue sea ...

In better news, I now do have coffee, and cigarettes, and also, a baby cousin! :D First one on my mum's side of the family, a boy named Jobbe. Which, yes, still leaves me my oma's only granddaughter, and thus the favourite. (And bugger, I forgot to ask my mum if they'd decided on the godmother yet. They were thinking of asking my grandmother, but she's already my godmother, and my mum would really like to.)

Aaaand the Believers are at it again. I'm assuming this is brought on by the article in the Guardian? As I said to Molly: "THE GUARDIAN HAS CAUGHT THE GAY!" And that's all I'm going to say about this thing, lest I end up a gibbering, nervous wreck in a corner of the room. No, seriously, people, this shit makes my skin crawl. This is almost enough to make me want to go back in time and stop the rise of RPS. Yes, it's that bad.

Okay, no, I will say this: The Guardian article is not evidence that the Believers are right. It's just evidence that the Believers are loud enough to be picked up by mainstream media. You know who else is that loud? Conspiracy theorists of all kinds. Which, I suppose, the Believers are a part of. And now, I'm going to go and hide in HP fandom, because suddenly, that seems rather sane to me. (Note to any Believers who might be reading this: Please have mercy on my fraggled nerves and don't argue with me. I've given up on this cause, I'm just preaching to the choir of my friends, here. You won't get an answer unless you miraculously manage to sound actually sane. Which isn't going to happen.)

Ooohhhhhm, calm blue sea, calm blue sea ...

Oh, yes, the WiPs thing Silvia started. I don't have many WiPs, mostly because I tend to chew on a bunny for a long time, and don't actually start it until I really hear the first paragraph, and once I'm past that, I can usually finish it within a month or so.

All of that is, of course, not counting the numerous bunnies I have, or even Strange Love, which is technically a WiP, but not really.

Want to go hoooooome! Whine.

sinycism

Um. Can someone tell me where Dale's Ring Challenge is located.

I'm re-reading The Two Towers, and *siiiiigh* I love Tolkien sososomuch.

I'm far too proud of myself for IMing two people I don't know last night about RP business. Honestly, self, it's not that big a deal, even if they did agree to RP with you and yes, that is a squee-worthy thing.

(I am shy and delicate, goddammit!)

secretseeker is currently alternating between stomping around my head muttering not-so-nice things about marcus_flint_, and joining lee_jordan_ in pre-Valentine's Day panic. Meanwhile, ilyssa_vector and I are sitting in a corner with a six-pack, comiserating about our non-existant love lives.

Yes, I am pathetic.

Spent about three hours yesterday listening to the Goo Goo Dolls's Accoustic # 3 nonstop yesterday, and another hour or so this morning. This song is so Harry/Draco for me it's not even funny.

In other news, there is currently a boy in my head. His name is Jonathan, he's about sixteen years old, and he's the grandson of the King. His friend Bryan is an apprenctice wizard. There's also an elf girl in drag, with a sword. This fantasy bunny is actually shaping up quite nicely, or would be if it weren't for the fact that it has no actual plot.

Today, I must a) do actual work, b) work on the LN site, c) write, and d) make myself a new set of icons.

Dear LJ: Stop holding my comments hostage, bitch!

I am freezing. I hate this building's airco/heating system!

Right, then. Had one of my weird school-dreams, where I'm back in high school and whatnot, and in it, I passed by my old chemistry classroom, and lo and behold, there's oliver_wood_ kicking marcus_flint_, much to the amusement of my chem teacher. Oi.

The High Fantasy bunny? Is growing. Ow, my head.

Today, we go Christmas shopping. Wheee! *eyes christmas list* Why are all the men in my life so difficult to shop for? Grr. I know what I'm getting YYB, and my mother gave me a suggestion for my uncle and his girfriend, but I don't know if my brain can handle the weirdness of buying edible underwear (or something of the kind) for my uncle. Again, I say: Oi.

Memo to secretseeker and lee_jordan_: Stay out of my Christmas cards, you bitches!

Has anyone seen someidiothasice around lately? Lee misses George. :(

Every now and then, though, I find one or two sentences that strike me, and make me want to quote them. Puppies (yes, I know) by John Valentine, for example, has the following sentence in it:

I have a very dirty mind. it has always been my luck, for it operates typewriters.

But there's this other sentence, which has been floating around in my brain begging me to use it, build around it, and I can't seem to attach a story to it.

This is a boy, and a night, for taking it slowly.

Sigh. I'm trying, little orphaned sentence, I'm trying like hell to find you a story. :(

In other news, I've given up on getting the logs up before tomorrow, and instead will spend the next hour puttering about doing nothing, maybe writing, probably doing another entry, and then go home and write cards on the train. :)

• Marcus/Terence for ronwheezely;
• Lee&Fred&George gen (slash) thingie inspired by Silvia's line re: "the dubious honour of being the Weasley Twins' best friend";
• Possibly some more Marcus/Lee -- an actual story, perhaps, as opposed to all the drabbles?

Edit: Also, remember to take other rat cage home from parents next Friday.