Hello. Would anyone like to beta a short sentinel fic for me? Under 1000 words. I've got one person giving it a look over, but I'd really like another set of eyes to look at it for me. :) Pretty please?

*smooches to all* 

I have a challenge/suggestion/idea of sorts.  I want (desperately, madly) someone to do a songvid/songfic/songsomething of this song: Gotta Be Somebody(lyrics) Gotta Be Somebody(music) for The Sentinel, Jim/Blair.  Anyone interested?  It's an awesome song, so even if you're not gonna do anything with it, check it out.  Also, what communities should I post this request to?

Thanks all, and I hope this sparks some inspiration lights a fire under some muse's butt. :-D

*smooches to all*

Yup yup, here I am on Dreamwidth. I may or may not do anything about it, but here I am anyway! \o/

*smooches to all*

while I have the chance.  Had ma therapy today and 'twas all good.  I think I'm actually making a bit of progress, which is cool since it's only the second time I've talked to this woman, and only in short periods of time, but it has to be a little concentrated, since I only have 'til the end of the school year.  That's all for now, since the librarian's looking over my shoulder, and we all know how scary librarians can be. :D

*smooches to all*

Not completely unrelatedly, is there such a thing as OTTA Anonymous?  If so, I may need to join.

That's all for now. :D

*smooches to all*

It's too quiet.  And it's *never* too quiet for me.  I'm irratable.  I have shit to do.  A paper to write and some serious A.P. Euro questions to answer.  And some other crap.  My cousin's coming *tomorrow*, apparently, so my room has to be ready for him.  I don't want to go back to school.  Graduation seems like it's a thousand years away.  I've been in school since I was three.  Disgusting.

Damn it.

I'm pissed right now, and for no good reason at all.  Which just makes me more pissed.  Must be the heat.  Which is only supposed to get worse this week.

Damn it.

*smooches to all*

Edit:  I figured out why it was too quiet:  it was getting all revved up to rain!  Oh, the temperature just dropped about five degrees in the past two minutes!  THANK YOU GODS OF PISSED OFF HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS.  You have appeased me.

Still sort of pissy, and don't really want my mom to come home, but things are looking up.  It smeels like just-rained-on earth.  Yum.

ANd crap, she just got home, I think.  Yeah, she did.  Blah.

Yup, just ignore me.  That works.

I haz a friend.  Do not laugh, for this is true.

This friend is a fan of Supernatural, and is just getting into the fanfics.  I told her I'd ask my lovely f-list to give her a hand.

Since I know absolutely nothing about the SPN fandom, I was hoping you guys could direct her to places to get started.  Gen only, please.  She's dingo_da_pirate , and you could direct any help to her, or just leave a comment here and I'll make sure she gets it.

Thank you, oh wonderful friends list.  You are truly superb. :D

And please tell her to STOP READING MY MIND!!!!  GAH!

Thanks for this favor, and I lurve you all.

*smooches to all*

and I am home, back with the internet.  This makes me happy.  Also, I slept on the other end of the bed at my dad's house last night and had a few weird/fun dreams.  Why am I telling you this?  Just because, I suppose. :D

Also2, I fear I am being dragged into the terrifying land of Bifictionality.  I really am a staunch J/B supporter, so this transition frightens me.  I am already bi enough, thank you very much.  Yeah, yeah, I know.  Gen stories are good, too.  I should give them a chance.  But with such a wealth of great slash stories, I don't *need* to read gen, too, especially when JIM AND BLAIR ARE SOULMATES IN MY MIND.  Ahem.  Nevertheless, bifictionality calls.  *grumbles*

Also3, I wrote a ton on the fic I signed up in ficfinishing  for, and now it's turned into an actual story.  Like, a long one.  In which things happen.  I wonder how long it's going to take me to finish this now.  *grumbles again*

I think I'm going to make grilled cheese now.

I'm pretty sure my weirdness quotient just went up 2768 points with this post.

*smooches to all*

And OH YES, just as I am being dragged over to the dark side of bifictionality, (I keep saying that--is it even a word?) I am dragging *both* of my parents into fandom.  Mwahahahaha.  My evil plan is working! *rubs hands with evil evil glee*

Hmmmmm.  I feel rather chatty tonight.  If anyone else does, I'm krossero on Yahoo Messenger.

*smooches to all*

I am home, people!  Home.  With my mom and my pets and my bed and my loverly internet.  Oh, and did I mention my bed?  Yes, that's right, I shall be sleeping in my own bed tonight, the *big* one, for the first time in over a week.  Yes.

And last night(? was it last night?) I had a moment of great squee when I found Jim's birthday in canon.  Am I the last one to know of this?  Why didn't I know this before?  It makes me squee of happy.  Did I also miss Blair's birthday, other than '69?  Am I the last one to know everything about anything?

Oh, and guess what? IT'S FREAKING FRIDAY, GUYS.  After an endlessly long week involving much school shit (including, but not limited to, slightly stalkerish principals, threats of *shudder* guidance counselors, and not all my film getting developed for photo class), very little family shit (thank the lord), and mild friend shit (speaking of which, I should call Jess--note to self).  And it is now Friday.  Friday. FRIDAY>

Forgive my incoherency.

*smooches to all*