Fields of Clover

...what time is it?

2009-12-14T09:43:17Z

So I suck at drabble-writing. ^^; I blame the mad anxiety attack I had for three or four days last week, which wasn't over the drabbles, incidentally. I guess I felt like I wish I had done more planning before I started them, and then as I thought about it, I lost track of it. I shouldn't be allowed to think, really.

It's 3:30 in the morning, and I am wide awake. I mean, wide. Awake. And while I am notoriously bad about getting myself to bed, I rarely have a problem falling asleep once I turn off the lights, so this is beyond strange for me. I laid in bed for three hours. Well, no; I got up and tried warm milk, but I barely had any milk left; then I painted charms for twenty minutes. I tried going back to bed again, then got up, read manga and made tea, and attempted to drug myself into sleeping, but all I had was nighttime allergy sinus stuff. So I took that. And I'm still awake.

And to make matters worse, my neighbors have been ~~utterly civil~~ reasonably quiet since probably around 12, and I'm sure they've gone to bed already. It's very quiet. I don't know what my issue is, but it's not getting better. So now I'm up, blogging about how I can't sleep, and complaining to the only person who's around-- a girl from my RPG who lives in Australia, where it's a decent hour and she's perfectly fine being awake.

WHY AM I STILL UP??

On the... fifth day of Glee-mas?

2009-12-08T04:44:37Z

Yes, yes, you're right. I'm running a little behind. ^^;; But I finally saw last week's episode today, and WHOA it's put a whole new spin on things.

Regardless.

Title: Five Golden Things
Fandom: Glee
Rating: SIS for SALLING INSPIRED SLASH!

"Hey you guys, what are you doing?" Finn asked. It was an interesting gathering: Tina, Mercedes, Quinn, and Rachel were gathered around Artie's wheelchair, and were... bedecking it with holiday cheer. There was so much festooning twined around the frame that it looked like a life-sized plushie of a wheelchair.

"We're making Artie's wheelchair festive," Tina said, grinning from ear to ear as she twined battery-powered lights through the spokes of the wheels. Artie looked a little... discomfited by the situation, but he smiled gamely at Finn regardless.

"I see..." he said, coming closer to see their handiwork. "What are these, ornaments?" he asked, tapping the little gold dangles that hung down from the arm of the chair. There was a little gold jingle bell, a golden snowman on an earring hook, a ring-- someone's class ring, what looked like a couple of foreign coins-- the sort with holes in the middle... "You guys put these on here, didn't you," he said.

"Yup!" said Mercedes. "S'all good-- I wasn't wearing those tacky earrings anyway."

"I bet I can tell which one you put on there, Rachel," Finn said, tapping the last of the gold dangles with his finger. The Star of David spun gently, flashing in the light.

"Really?" Rachel said. "That's amazing-- I didn't think I told you about our family's trip to China last year!"

Finn blinked. "No, I thought..." he regarded the necklace for a moment, then said, "...if you didn't put this one on here, then who did?"

Puck stuck his head into the room. "Are you guys still doing that?" he said. "Come on-- give poor Artie a break! Besides, we need him for sound check." He turned and headed out the door.

As Artie pushed off to follow him, Finn stood, his attention fixed on the Star hanging off the armrest. "No..." he said, shaking his head. "Nah."

On the fourth day of Glee-mas...

2009-12-05T04:05:59Z

...still can't WATCH this week's episode, because my computer HATES me. Whatever.

Title: Four Calling Birds
Fandom: Glee
Word count:
Rating: T for Tweet it!

"We WISH you a Merry Christmas, we WISH you a merry CHRISTmas..."

"Stop, STOP!" Mr. Schuester said. "You are droning on like a horde of angry bees! I expected a little more enthusiasm out of the group that decked our room with scads of tinsel yesterday." He sighed, then picked up his baton again. "All right, from the top-- and sounding less like a-- Santana, what are you doing?"

Santana barely lifted her eyes to glance at him. "Tweeting," she said.

He blinked. "What--" Shaking his head, he said, "Well, could you please stop? We're rehearsing."

She rolled her eyes. "I will if they will," she said. In response, Mercedes put one finger in the air, while Tina attempted to hide her phone behind her back, in an effort to look innocent.

"Girls, really..." he trailed off as Kurt snapped his phone closed. The boy raised both eyebrows, then flipped the phone open again. "Everyone," he said slowly,drawing out the words as he typed them, "Mr. Schuester has finally seen the light."

On the third day of Glee-mas, your Cessie gives to you...

2009-12-04T05:33:22Z

Title: Three simple words
Fandom: Glee
Word Count: 315. They just keep getting longer, don't they?
Rating: G for GLEEfullness

“Mr. Schuester?” He was two steps outside of the choir room when he heard her coming. Excited pronouncement not agitated, thank goodness. Three, two, one… and Rachel appeared in front of him, planted her heels firmly, and set her hands in a way that would have been so very Legally Blonde if she hadn’t been so… legally not. “Since it is now December, and we only have two weeks before we have time off of school, I think it is very important that we…” He could predict her timing and mannerisms based on the way she called for him. That… was a terrifying thought.

Oh, she was still talking. “…it will help us maintain a sense of unity and togetherness that is so important to our club.” She looked up at him earnestly. “So… do we have your permission?”

Will blinked. For what? She’d mentioned Winter Break… maybe she wanted to schedule a practice for over the holidays? “Sure, Rachel,” he said, turning to walk into the choir room. “I think it’s a great idea.” Sometimes, it was easier- and less time-consuming- to pretend he knew what was going on than to admit that he hadn’t been listening.

She beamed at him as she followed him through the door. “Thanks, Mr. Schuester,” she said. Then she leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

“Rachel,” he said warningly. “We discussed this. I don’t think—"

She shook her head at him, and then pointed up. Nervously, he glanced up… and saw the sprig of mistletoe hanging from the doorframe above them. “…what is that?” he said.

“Mistletoe,” she said patiently. “You know, from the decorations we put up during lunch.” At his blank look. “The non-denominational winter decorations that you just told me were a great idea?”

Will swallowed. Sometimes, it was better to swallow your pride and say three simple words: “I wasn’t listening.”

We interrupt the drabbling for a mini-rant

2009-12-03T09:06:24Z

Yes, it's 3am. Yes I am still awake. (curse those Merlin clips)

And yes, that was my neighbor, cranking the music and POUNDING ON THE LIVING ROOM WALL at 3am. To spite me. Because I am quite sure that it was to spite me. Which is incredible, because I have not complained to anyone (other than friends) about the ridiculous amount of NOISE they make, fighting, and doing whatever else it is that they do.

I am SO FRICKIN' PISSED OFF I don't even want to talk about it.

25 days of Glee-mas

2009-12-03T03:58:35Z

It's that time again... though this one kind of took a tangent. ^^;;

Title: Two silly boys
Fandom: Glee
Word Count: 253
Rating: PP for Prescient Puck

“Hey, Finn!”
Finn glanced back over his shoulder as Puck approached. “Hey.”
“You’re headed to practice, right?” Puck asked, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
“Yeah…” Finn stopped walking, looking as though he were puzzling something out. “Hey, Puck.”
“Yeah?”
“…it’s December, right?”
“Yeah…?”
“And… we only won one football game this year.”
Puck stopped, and turned to face him. “What’s your point, Finn?”
“…why do we still have practice?”
“What?” Puck asked, starting to sound irritated.
“And… why are we not wearing winter coats? Doesn’t it seem like, I don’t know… unseasonably warm, for December in Ohio?”
“Dude.” Puck put his hands on both of Finn’s shoulders. “Did you ever hear of global warming?” Shaking his head at Finn’s apparent idiocy, he turned and headed down the hall again.
At least, until Finn’s voice echoed after him. “…did you ever notice how it only rains when one of us is sad?”
“Listen,” Puck said, whirling around and striding back down the hall towards Finn. “Don’t think too hard about this. It’s really not good for your mental health.” Lowering his voice, he said, “And don’t ask too many questions. Don’t you know how good we have it?”
“Sorry,” Finn said, putting his hands up defensively. “Forget I said anything.”
Puck nodded, and turned to head back down the hall. He wasn’t about to let Finn put them on the ‘warning’ list with his comments about the Hollywood weather. Their show, after all, was on Fox—and Fox had canceled series for less.

25 days of Glee-mas

2009-12-02T04:24:19Z

Hello! It's been a while! XD

One of the girls in my RPG is doing a 25-day drabble... thingy. And I was like, that sounds like fun! But what to write about...

Well, durr.

Here is day 1. Hopefully it doesn't suck as badly as I suspect it does. ^_^

Title: On the first day of Glee-mas, my true love gave to me... threats of the highest degree!
Fandom: Glee
Word Count: 206
Rating: as PG as Fox will permit

“Schuester!”

Will resisted the urge to flinch as Sue Sylvester strode into the room. Never show your enemy your weak flank. “Sue.”

“I have sent you seventeen emails since second period,” she said. “Just because your mastery of the English language is questionable doesn’t give you the right to ignore correspondence.”

“I teach Spanish,” Will said. “That doesn’t mean I—“

“I don’t want your excuses, Will,” Sue said, her eyes wandering over his desk. “I just want—what is this crap.” Picking up a piece of sheet music between two fingers, as though it was something dirty, she turned to look at him, accusingly.

“It’s… holiday music, Sue,” Will said. “For winter season mash-ups.”

“No,” she said. “’My Favorite Things’ is not a holiday song, any more than ‘The Sound of Music’ is a holiday film.” Slamming the page down on the desk, she leaned over and stared him down. “Not all sentimental garbage can be assigned to a holiday, Schuester. Nor should it.” Straightening, she said, “Check your email.” As she turned to leave, she tossed over her shoulder, “And I better not see any Irving Berlin on that landfill you call a desk, either, or you can kiss that man-perm of yours ‘adios’.”

Fester fester fester... rot rot rot

2009-05-08T12:09:57Z

I am STILL thinking about this. (re last night's post) And as I say, it's not so much the fact that this student switched teachers as the fact that she, and her mother, weren't honest about it. They could have just told me they were switching. And as I type this, it seems stupid and ridiculous to dwell on it... is that my vitamins kicking in?

Ehhh... the second I get off the computer I'll be right back to dwelling on it. XP

Good luck on your dress, Aku! I wish I could come over and help you with it. If I had more than one hour free today I totally would, but alas, I'll be using that time to go to Walgreens. ^~

I also hope the puppy has stopped eating her leash, and that the fourth graders are brilliant. ^^ Damn, I need coffee.

TODAY.

2009-05-08T03:23:22Z

So the LJ was dumb and didn't let me gripe earlier, which is probably fine, even though it means you missed out on the story about the flasher. I'll try to post it again later.

But for right now, I just want to vent. I updated the calendar to reflect today's madness, so check it out...

I totally understand when students want to change teachers. I'm actually coming to terms with it. I don't mind it so much anymore. Except when someone lies to me, tells me they're having money problems and they have to stop... and then I find out they're taking from another teacher. And, see, that just sucks. It's like, what, do you think I'm not going to understand? I've been there! I know when I'm not teaching you things. I know what it's like to feel like you just want to change teachers. I get it. So just tell me, okay?

It's totally not the thing I want to see when I get home after a fourteen hour work day. ><

shy_violette @ 2009-05-07T08:33:00

2009-05-07T13:34:14Z

GAHHH! LJ WON'T LET ME POST MY BRILLIANT GRIPING JOURNAL ENTRY!!

It must be the universe out to get me.

Oh, May, how do I love you...

2009-05-06T03:04:59Z

I've been strongly resisting the urge to call everyone under the sun and complain about how busy/tired I am. And so far I've been good. But dear God. I sat down and thought about how insane this week is, and how insane I am for thinking it was going to be fine, and I'm just laughing at myself. So I did the following. It's not pretty.

<iframe width="500" height="400" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" src="http://sheet.zoho.com/publish/mschess19/untitled"> </iframe>.

...And it's only Tuesday.

Once on this Island

2009-04-26T02:57:29Z

So, I went to see my brother's musical today. It's his senior year, and he and his friends and his classmates and all of them are getting ready to graduate in about a month (!!!) and I have known most of them since they were little kids. And their musical this year was Once on this Island, and it was pretty spectacular. I mean, from minute one, I was sitting there watching all of these kids that I'd taught, that I'd worked with, one after another, getting up and singing, and acting, and dancing, and each one made me want to cry even more.

So what finally broke me? It wasn't actually my brother. My dad showed me that moment about an hour before we went to the show, so I knew what was coming. No, it was after that, when the 10-year-old girl got up and sang. She'd been one of my students too, for a little while, and Mom had told me she struggled with her part, but she sounded pretty darn good and I just lost it.

I cried the most at two parts: one, during "Human Heart," which is about the most gorgeous song I've ever heard, and at the end, when they're throwing coins at the gate, and Daniel (my brother) put the coin in Ti Moune's hand-- and I just SOBBED. I was like, dood, that's HORRIBLE!

And then she turns into a tree. Which is a little silly, but there it is.

Then, because my life is a silly, silly thing, I went to the middle school musical, which was also today. The one that I choreographed. And they nailed all of the dance numbers. I was so very impressed. The show was pretty darn good, considering it's a middle school production of Guys and Dolls, and most of the guys didn't want to have anything to do with the girls-- at least not that way. But the cast was pretty awesome-- they bonded really well, were competent and listened during rehearsal, and they did everything I ever told them to do. I'm like, what are you guys? Pod people? This isn't middle school behavior!

Whatever. I have a pretty awesome job, y'know?

sigh-- again

2009-03-12T03:09:03Z

So, whine kvetch complain, I have an "almost cold" that got me into bed at 9pm tonight. And I thought, hey, since I'm making myself go to bed early, I'll bring my laptop upstairs. That way if someone's around, they could help me RP the last part of Bod's application and get it submitted!! But alas, it is not to be-- I've had the laptop up here since 8, and now it's 10 and I'm tired and feel crappy, so I am going to sleep. And I have seen no one all evening. So my app isn't done, and won't be done until next week, because tomorrow I won't be home until 10 or later, and Friday I'm doing things, and then we have FIVE PERFORMANCES OF ANNIE this weekend. @.@

So, poor Bod... still waiting for life... *sigh* The sick-and-melodramatic part of my brain is going, "See? You were silly to think you could make this rp thing work! This is fate-- if it were meant to be, someone would have been around..." But again, I'm sick and melodramatic. Which is why I'm going to bed.

It's funny, because as I'm typing this, I'm mostly joking complaining... and knowing me, I probably sound super serious and all morbid and morose and shit. So not true.

Grr!

2009-03-09T18:01:57Z

Okay, where the hell is that community? That eterni-whatsit thing that you've all made me want to join? I tried to find it through your profiles, but, shock, everyone has a SEPARATE SCREEN NAME for the comm...

Internet boys FTW

2009-03-06T05:03:42Z

Okay, I vanished for a long time and stuff happened, but OMG you have to watch this.

http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=2021569

IMN FTW. OMG. The boy is mad ridiculous and I seriously laughed my head off.

How did I find this video? It's a weird and twisted story involving River Phoenix, Brad Renfro, Josh Hutcherson and Reece Thompson. What do they all have in common? Nobody Owens. I'm looking for a person to be the actor who plays a potential character in a game my friends are involved with. My choice is Reece. He's cute and he even has the gray eyes already. AND, who's friended him on his MySpace? My good buddy Jason Mraz. Which is where I found the video.

Reece's Jitta was entertaining too. Not gonna lie, the intro made me doubt its genius, but the bit in the middle, the "Mischa. Mischa Barton." and the eye roll was just way too classic. Plus, wouldn't you like to be that kid at home with the camera who has Mischa Barton want to be in your silly low-budget made-for-MySpace movie?

...don't think too hard about that one, kay?

A Brief Update

2009-02-09T04:39:13Z

Since I haven't posted in two weeks, and I probably look like I fell off the face of the planet...

I somehow managed to get suckered into choreographing Guys and Dolls. All of it. I said I could maybe squeeze in a number or two. @.@ Not that I will say that I didn't want to do it, because I did. I like doing the middle school musicals. But still. My college auditions are this weekend and next weekend, and so long as I don't succumb to my own low self-esteem, I think they'll go pretty well. I hope they will.

Playing the piano for Annie has been going fine. However, me bragging about how good my hands were holding up was, in fact, the proverbial kiss of death; the thumb on my right hand has swelled up and is not too happy with me. It's better than yesterday, however, typing is aggravating it some.

I also have been having trouble sleeping. Well, more like trouble getting myself to go to bed. Sigh. At least it has proven to be a very good thing that I broke up with the guy I was dating; first he freaked out with this whole "I don't want to lose you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you" thing, and now he's all trying to make me jealous by telling me about these other girls he's dating. Or something. I'm like, good! Maybe you'll go marry one of them and leave me alone. The end.

I'm hungry, but I refuse to eat after 10pm now. Except for Thursday, if I can help it. But if I'm hungry, I'm not going to want to sleep... damn! Maybe I'll make some toast and tea. That'll work, right?

Spent a very quiet day at home by myself today. I thought I'd get restless and weird, but other than that depressing stint of reading "The Virgin Suicides" again, it was a pretty good day. Had some mad Scarlet Pimpernel action. God that movie's entertaining.

kay I'm done now. But if anyone wants to hear me brag about my brother's college audition going super well, I'd be more than happy to oblige.

i_i

2009-01-19T20:36:45Z

I have been having, generally, a good couple of weeks. Everything's been pretty chill. I've been doing fun and enjoyable things. Granted, I'm a little over-tired, but they keep having "Inclement weather days" so I can't say I haven't gotten any rest or downtime in. And yesterday's bride walk, while perhaps a bit time consuming, was actually pretty interesting and fun-- being grunt labor meant that I didn't have to answer that "When's your date?" question a million times. XD

So the real question is, why am I so stressed out? And, really, I know the answer, but... still. I wish I wasn't such a freak. *pouts*

annnnd... stuff and things.

2009-01-11T06:41:57Z

You'd think that, with all the posting I've been doing, I'd say something interesting. Nope. All I've got is that I think I'm starting to cave in where this boy is concerned. Shall I let him be my boyfriend? Nothing says loving like putting your sock into a puddle when your shoe gets stuck in the snow... and spending probably two hours with your foot wrapped in paper towels.

It was an interesting evening.

And yet again, I find that, despite the fact that I went into it tired and not wanting to be there, I ended up having a really good time. So, is it time for me to unbend and try and create chemistry with this boy? At this point I almost feel like I owe it to him to try.

Hmmm...

Gaaa-aaah!

2009-01-10T21:19:41Z

I'm rather frustrated with things. I don't know why. I'm fairly sure it's because I'm tired. But man... I don't know why I can't say 'no' to things. I wanted to stay home tonight. I wanted to focus on my music and my crafts and planning for the week and everything, but no. There's been between 10 and 16 inches between here and Wisconsin, but I'm still going on a date at 6pm. *bams her head into the desk*

Mom suggested making dinner at home... and I really don't want that. I don't think this is the right thing for me. Why am I still trying? Because everyone has me convinced that I can't find someone nicer than him? Because he calls me when I've been working, to see how my day went? Because everything he does makes people go "aww..." ?

Yeah. I'm still tired.

A day's worth of rambling!

2009-01-10T07:14:17Z

Okay, so it's Friday. My stomach finally officially unknotted... yesterday? Which is a good thing. And I got a letter back from DePaul, telling me I'm free to schedule my grad school audition. VERY exciting, because that was the pre-screening cd that I sent in late. Yeeeeeeeeeah! I want all three of these schools to fight over me. XD

I taught 36 lessons in three days. Which isn't that impressive, perhaps, in terms of the amount of hours I have to put in, but let me tell you, by the end of last night (think 9pm) I ceased to be able to put together coherent sentences. ^^;; With a new student. Woo, go me.

Ummm... other news. I'm starting rehearsals for Annie tonight. This is the most intense rehearsal schedule we've ever had. And I agreed to go out with J again. I still don't think that we would make a good couple, but it is kinda nice to have someone call me up when I've gotten out of work and want to talk. And he didn't annoy me on the phone.

I feel like there should be something else exciting going on. I've almost finished Bones season 1... it snowed last night, but it looks like it stopped... I'm getting nothing done, and I don't feel guilty. ^_^

~*~*~

Haha, started that earlier, and then closed the window. Thank heaven for autosave. Now it is late, and I am still up, which is silly and I will be hating myself in the morning. Finished Bones season 1. And then I wandered over to see the site that my friends mentioned, to read the poems of one of the actors on the show. When I started watching the show, he wasn't my favorite; when I went back to the beginning and really watched what his character was doing, he quickly became my favorite. Or one of them; I tend to have many favorites. But when my friends pop up and say, "Hey! Did you see his website? Did you read his poems?" I feel like I become fake, to say, "Oh, he's my favorite, and might be even moreso because he writes poetry." Because, hey, didn't I say that some other actor was my favorite?

Whatever. I am just weird like that.

Regardless, reading his writing makes me wish I was someone who said things in an interesting and unique way. Things that were interesting or intriguing. But then, maybe it's just like that line from the ep I watched tonight: "I guess I just figure, if I say it loud enough, someone might actually listen." ...but people listen when you say the right things, don't they? The good things?

I think I'm finally tired. To bed with me!

Proof that I can still fester with the best of them.

2009-01-06T04:27:16Z

Don't you love it when someone says something that just drives you up a tree, and you don't want to mention it because it makes you feel catty and mean, but you are really bothered about it, so the thought keeps running through your head all night long, without respite or pause?

Yeah, me too. >< And there really is no way to explain to someone that just doesn't get it how very disrespected I feel at the moment. Wow.

How's this for interesting?

2009-01-05T18:10:18Z

Did I finally figure out what it is I'm looking for in a guy? It's pretty ridiculous.

I think that, somewhere down the line, I decided that the perfect guy could show me what it was about me that made me special. And it couldn't be something I already knew, it had to be something I didn't recognize. Something that wouldn't make me such an awful person. Something that could make me worth the love that I decided-- in eighth grade-- I obviously wasn't worthy of.

And, to be fair, I am not talking about the love of my family, which I already knew, or of my friends, which I never trusted. I am talking particularly of romantic relationships.

I think that I figured that the man I was supposed to be with was going to tell me I was okay, and recognize the incredible strain I put on myself, that I always said my mother put on me, even when it wasn't true. And then it wouldn't matter who he was, or what he did; he would have given me the one thing that I always thought I needed.

But no one can give you that. Looking at it rationally, I know that if I can't see the good things in me, how can anyone else see them, and point them out? If I put up walls so that no one can see my failures, and I am sure that someone will go running and screaming the second they see my "dark side", my bad points, my inadequacy... how could I expect someone to intuit something like that?

I get it. I finally get it. And looking my LSE in the face for the first time makes me feel like an awful person, but at least I understand what the problem is now. And I am determined not to let this defeat me. I will find those answers myself. I won't consider the rejections and the doubts and the fears to be an admission of failure.

...Wow. Does anyone else feel like these threads are apocalyptic? ^_^

I feel like smacking myself in the head.

2009-01-04T23:16:08Z

I am not about to friends' lock this post, nor am I going to put any of this under a cut, because I think I just had the single most incredible realization about my life and I wonder why it took me so long to see it myself.

I have extremely, dangerously low self-esteem.

I am sure it is because my mother has the same, and possibly my father. And they passed it on to me, not because they did not love me or value me, but because they did not, and do not, value themselves.

I wonder how long this has gone on. I'm sure my aunts have the same issues. My uncles. On my mom's side at least. All those "chemical imbalances" may just be an unbroken chain of extremely low self-esteem.

It causes anxiety, depression, general feelings of hopelessness, messiness, procrastination, sloppiness, "bad luck" that can be attributed to being sure that everything is going to go wrong... both sides of my family. This is describing everyone I have ever known and loved.

And why does no one see it? Well, in my family, admitting that I have the problem is admitting that they do. And how horrible and degrading an idea it is. To place so little a sense of worth on one's self, that one cannot see the good things they have for all of the bad? I certainly didn't want to see it. And once someone said it to me, point-blank said it, I thought, yes. That's right. That's how it's always been.

But I know something else about myself, too. I am a determined and strong person. If I am willing to go through my life battling the daily anxieties and depressions, I can overcome this, too. I can be the one who breaks the chain of low self-esteem that has become so ingrained into our personalities that we don't even recognize it. And part of me is extremely relieved that I finally figured out the cause of the anxiety, and can treat that, rather than the symptoms.

It's the part of me that isn't going numb with fear at the prospect.

Bwahaha!Random

2008-12-27T19:52:27Z

So... it took me longer to wash the dishes in the sink than it did for the dishwasher to go through the wash cycle. Fortunately, the drying time put it a little longer than everything else.

It's very very very warm here. Steam was rising off the snow this morning. It was kinda cool looking. ^_^ If you can't tell, I'm a little scattered. I have washed dishes-- and that's about it. But I'm in the mood to do more and that's a good thing. Won't look that in the mouth!

Going out with people I went to high school with tonight. I always worry that things like this are going to be super uncomfortable, but I'm sure it'll be fine. Right?

...going to go look up more things about composting. Woo!

I am an escapist at heart.

2008-12-27T07:07:08Z

I freely admit it. Totally guilty. But y'know, when I feel like everything in life is my fault, and I find enough things to bog myself into the ground with guilt, I don't feel bad about being an escapist. I understand the line between fantasy and reality, and I happily skip to the other side as often as possible.

I'm stalking the journal of a person I found by typing in similar interest keywords, and her blog is very interesting. So I was reading Yuletide treasures, because she posted links to them. I'm leaving them open to read more tomorrow. ^_^

AND, I watched the third Librarian movie, and the Dr. Who Christmas special. And they were both spectacularly fabulous, and I was just smiling and smiling at them. Noah Wyle is absolutely the most adorable, sexy nerd boy I've ever seen. And I wasn't offended by the Vampires, either, because while they tried to pass off the "good" vampire, they didn't do it in a stupid way. And the resolution was satisfying to me, also. It was not a 'holier-than-thou' morality tale. I approved.

The Doctor... what can I say? I will cry lots when he regenerates again. And all I can say is, that poor man... whoever takes over for the Doctor is going to have to be quite a departure, strong enough to take the inevitable criticism, and incredibly fucking brilliant because dammit David Tennant is just so good. And we've had plenty of time to get attached to him; Christopher Eccleston didn't give us enough of a chance.

*sigh* Well. Escapism accomplished, I'm'na go to bed. Because I'm tired. So there. ^~

Fields of Clover

...what time is it?

On the... fifth day of Glee-mas?

On the fourth day of Glee-mas...

On the third day of Glee-mas, your Cessie gives to you...

We interrupt the drabbling for a mini-rant

25 days of Glee-mas

25 days of Glee-mas

Fester fester fester... rot rot rot

TODAY.

shy_violette @ 2009-05-07T08:33:00

Oh, May, how do I love you...

Once on this Island

*sigh-- again*

Grr!

Internet boys FTW

A Brief Update

i_i

annnnd... stuff and things.

Gaaa-aaah!

A day's worth of rambling!

Proof that I can still fester with the best of them.

How's this for interesting?

I feel like smacking myself in the head.

Bwahaha!Random

I am an escapist at heart.

sigh-- again