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I've been working on a Serious HP fic that shouldn't be super-huge, but whenever I finish it I'm probably going to need a beta, which I haven't done before.

Also been fiddling with some Stargate icons. I'm not really sure what the etiquette is for using screencaps, though, so I haven't decided if I'm going to distribute them.

I wrote a drabble in comment_fic about alien space werewolves.

I've decided to do something phenomenally stupid.

I've started writing fic again.

This is bad, because I never finish my fics, and the one that I've started writing is going to end up being so short that it would be almost embarrassing if I don't finish it.

But the plot- the plot I love. I was looking through the leftover prompts at lgbtfest (bad!aileencross, doesn't leave comments), and found one that I just had to start writing. It will be short, and difficult to screw up.

But I probably won't finish it. And that makes me unhappy. Especially since I would love to show this story to one of my friends who loves the fandom I'm writing as much as I do.

ps: 0247 ftw!

I'm really worried about the Political Science Exam I have tomorrow, ( Read more... )

 I have a bunch of stuff to do, and I'll probably end up doing it badly. I have two weeks worth of online Spanish  homework to do, since there's a test tomorrow. I have a paper do in my political science class on Friday. I have to pack up all my stuff because the residence halls close next week for spring break. There's a paper due sometime soon in my English class, as well, only I have no clue what I'm going to be doing about that.

Also, I have to figure out what the hell I'm going to do for a major, because I'm pretty sure I'll need to sign up for fall classes in a month or two. I should change my PE class to credit only, to try to spare my gpa, because there's no way in hell I'm going to get an A in that class.

I'm going insane.

 I hate when this crap happens to me!

I have to wash my clothes for winter guard tomorrow, because like the dumbass that I am, I forgot to do it earlier in the week. The sparkly shirt has to be hand washed so I washed it under this weird spigot thing across from the shower in my dorm suite. The water splatters all over my shoes and the sink next to it.

After I put up my shirt and go to wash the rest of the uniform downstairs, I realize that I hadn't put the cap back on the laundry detergent correctly, and it was spilling out of the protective plastic bag onto the floor right next to my shoes. Me and my roommate's friend take about twenty minutes to clean that up, spreading water all over the bathroom and eating up a lot of the toilet paper supply, because we don't have any paper towels.

I dig through all of my money stashes looking for quarters, and find only state representing quarters, which I am loath to spend. Figuring that I have no choice, I head downstairs to the laundry room with my dirty clothing and my knitting to pass the time.

I put my clothes in the first free machine that I can find, and pour in the detergent. I then proceed to insert quarters into the coin slot. I put in the first quarter, and the amount due changes from $1.25 to $1.00. I add another quarter, and it says, "Add $1.00." I repeat this experiment a few times, to see if my quarter will get knocked into place, and nothing happens. The machine ate six quarters when it only needed five in the first place! >:( 

Now I have to get up at seven in the morning just to do my freakin' laundry!!! ARRGH!

Drabble: Untitled
Rating: PG
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Arizona, Callie
Author: aileencross
Words:119
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.

      Arizona Robbins understood that you only got one chance at life. It was why she fought so hard for her patients, but continued on with life even when something horrible happened.

      Arizona didn't know Dr. Torres very well, but she had heard stories about the orthopedic surgeon. Stories about how her heart had been broken. So when Arizona saw Dr. Torres sitting at the bar, staring into her drink like the world had already ended and know one had noticed, Arizona decided to take action.

      She didn't know what was going to happen tomorrow or next week. But maybe Callie Torres would pick her head up every once in a while, and maybe she'd see the life all around her.

What is says about you: You are a deep thinking person. You appreciate the roughness of nature. You feel closer to people when you understand their imperfections.

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 So I really need to clean my room. It's a huge mess. I have clothes everywhere, and I really need to recycle all the empty water bottles I have hanging around. It's so bad I don't really want to start, because I can't figure out how to. And right now I'm just screwing around on Facebook and LJ.

I am actually doing something useful, though. I'm uploading my new CDs onto my iTunes. Journey, Foreigner, the Police, etc.

 I just cut my hair. I cut my hair. How insane is that?

I clearly wasn't thinking.
Around July I had it cut really short and spiky, and it's been growing steadily until now, late October. I had taken a shower, so I was fixing my hair. I split it into a center part, gathered the back into a ponytail, and cut that ponytail off. It doesn't look that bad. I just kind of freaked myself out.

     I feel like I don't know who I am. That's kind of bad, because I have to know if I picked the right major. I'm not doing very well in my physics class, but someone told me that I'm looking at it from the wrong direction. I don't really like physics, either, which is kind of bad.

    I think that I would like to switch to English, with a concentration in creative writing. Most of the time, when I tell people that, they look at me like I'm crazy. I can sort of understand where they're coming from; I've been really good at math my entire life. I don't think I really like science all that much. I like computers, and I like video games. I don't like doing experiments with chemicals or pendulums.

   I can understand stories and writing. I think I learned more in one creative writing class last year than I did in most of my other classes. I don't want to switch to English and subsequently screw myself over regarding any chance I might have in getting a decent job. Which is another thing that I have to figure out soon...

    I don't understand why someone would avoid fiction as if it were the plague; instead, only reading textbooks. The person I was talking to also abhors learning about both history and English. I feel terribly for this person. I showed them my previous entry, the story about the girl juggling lemons, and they proceeded to read half a page and skip to the end.

Why do people do this?!

   The entire point of the story is that you don't know what the hell is going on until the very end. The ending may be crappy, but it is a Very Important crappy ending. I think I would be about ten times as depressed as normal if I went through life like that person...

Meh.