Forget saving me from myself, I need saving from musesfool

I want this so bad, I could die.

Two finals down! Just two more and a research paper to go!

... Right after a nap. Mmm sleep. Tasty, tasty sleep.

If I had time to write fic right now, I'd totally be writing the story of Bradley drunkenly challenging people to sword fights to protect Colin's honor. Colin can't figure out how he's gotten stuck with Bradley, and Bradley can't figure out where his bloody gloves keep disappearing to.

Seriously though, I am napping like a boss. You know you're jealous. Like a boss.

So... if you were going to write an imaginary essay... what movie would you say did/did not deserve an Academy Award/nomination and why in three points?

I may have mentioned this before, but I fucking hate homework.

UGH.

Also, I wrote fic? But it was absolutely nothing on my to-do list. The zombie plague apocalypse fic continues to not have a plot, because plot is hard. And Vic pointed me toward tobreakthespell so, yeah, I was up way too late reading fairy tales (or their summaries, at least, can anyone point me to a place to read the actual Grimm fairytales free online?) instead of, you know, doing things I should be doing. Like sleeping.

I fail to understand the obsession my teachers have with making me think s hard about movies. I don't think I'd have to focus on them this much in an actual film appreciation class.

UGH.

I think school is trying to kill my soul. At the very least my will to live is being threatened. I've got a test tomorrow, one on Friday on a chapter we haven't actually gone over in class(along with a group project that's due in that class), two exams Monday (Intro to Psych and History), a "take home exam" due that day in Comp, as well as my weekly hellish paper for Humanities, and, oh yes, a Humanities test on Wednesday, where--among many, many other things--I have to be able to identify the period of ancient Greek architecture, and many other paintings and sculptures by culture and period.

I don't think I want to play anymore, frankly.

Saturday my mom and I are going to go see Momma Mia (for Humanities!) and, frankly, I'm pretty sure I'd rather go see Jennifer's Body.

Saturday is also when new Merlin episodes start, so I fully expect to come home and be able to ::cough:: watch it. I'm so excited it's stupid! I don't know. I want to write Merlin fic, but a) do not have time, and b) only have a vague idea of what it could be about. That's a lie. I've got a really good idea for one, I just don't have the skill required to pull it off. Which is sort of a bummer, frankly.

I've also got an idea I'm sort of in love with for a Spencer/Brendon fic, (time traveling solvers of crime (in love)!) but prettykitty_aya pointed out some flaws in my plan. Not the least of which was that it would require plot, and, well, see above, re: skill, lack thereof. I've totally got the beginning of a Spencer/Brendon fic sitting around, which I kind of want to finish because it has fun things like fake!boyfriends and mocking Pete Wentz (lovingly!), but I probably never will, because, again with the plot thing. Stupid plot.

At some point I would like to write more Being Human fic, if for no other reason than because it is a travesty that there is not more Annie/Mitchell/George fic out there in the world. They are adorable! Watch that show and write me Annie/Mitchell/George, people! musesfool nearly has me talked into doing yuletide this year just so I can request some of that action. Well, and Middleman/Wendy Watson fic.

My ships are not other people's ships, and this makes me sad.

My Fic-To-Do List of D00m, In No Obvious Order

( You are to blame for this. yes, you are. Don't try to look innocent now )


Also and in other news! I would very much like it if you would all do my bidding and watch Psych. And then write me fic. Yes.

1) What's a girl gotta offer to get caps of The Daily Show? Fic? Sexual favors? I just want one or two from last night's show. I need a Gryffindor!Jon icon. Don't you understand?
2) My tummy hurts.
3) I've yet to write anything this year. What'cha think about that?
4) No, I do not have a Spice Girl's song stuck in my head because my soundcard keeps randomly deciding that it's not going to work until after I restart. But thanks for your concern.
5) Why does the fic I want to read not just magically appear on my f-list? Other people, they want fic, and magically, there it is. I feel you lot are slacking.
6) This weekend I will be going to see Brokeback Mountain. With my mother. Who keeps calling it Bareback Mountain. Hopefully. I don't know if I'm disturbed or amused.
7) I've started a list of Scrubs recs (on lj). This is bad, people. I don't rec. I don't. I, in general, flail about sadly and this is on LJ, because the rest of the internet is not handy and easy to click a little heart and put into my memories and, my god, have I even begun to rant about LJ and their dislike of the memories feature yet? Because I gotta tell you, they aren't fond of it at all, they way it only loads every other time you click on it, and you have to spend twice as much time refreshing just to get it up and hey, look ma, I still have runon sentences.
8) It's Got a Good Beat and You Can Dance to It: The Multifandom mp3 ficathon. Not because I am an addict. Not because I am weak, but because I made her do it. Yes, yes, it's true. I am all powerful that way. So go, I say! Go and sign up, and do not fear that you will end up having to write a story for Santa Baby!
9) Tomorrow night, I will be started a Prompt Trading Post. Be prepared.
10) And tell your friends.

Things I want to remember when I don't have things I have to write:

1) He's just a boy whose life keeps going wrong.
2) "There's nothing here. I'm empty and tired. I don't want you, I just want something."



There should be more. But there's not. Go figure.

To do:
    - Danny/Rusty; popcorn
    - Danny/Rusty; hopefully with some sort of plot
    - River fic that is eating my brain
    - houserareathon; oh to have a clue
    - Book; history in genness
    - Remus/Sirius; pre-Halloween 1981 for slashfest
    - House/Chase; drunkness for slashfest
    - House/Wilson; motorcycles for slashfest
    - Danny/Rusty; in a safe for slashfest
    - House/Wilson; plotty, plotty case!fic for slashfest
    - Five Ways Jake Kane Never Got Revenge


That's an odd number, but since it's a to-do list I'm not adding anything to even it out. I'm also not signing up for anything else until I get at least some of these done. Jesus. Which is my way of saying, "omg stop posting about fanfic100 already. I can't take this!"

Yeah, you all suck.

And I've got five prompts for slashfest.

Please be aware that I will blame all of you for this when December rolls around and I've got five fics to write in a week. ::sulks::

The prompts that are mine are as follows:

Remus/Sirius: pre-Halloween 1981. Things fall apart. [Request by sasha_davidovna]

House/Chase: Chase would never be stupid enough to turn up at House's place drunk, and, even if he were that stupid, House would certainly never let him in. Maybe. [Request by luzdeestrellas]

House/Wilson: A weird case, the hospital cafeteria. [Request by doyle_sb4]

House/Wilson: As it turns out, Wilson really likes motorbikes. House likes that he does. [Request by luzdeestrellas]

Danny/Rusty: Danny is with Tess now, which means he shouldn't be with Rusty here, but then, he shouldn't have broken into that safe, either, and he did it anyway.[Request by luzdeestrellas]

Yes, for the record, I did snag all of them by luzdeestrellas. And, in case you were wondering, yes, she will pay for this. Oh, oh yes she will.

musesfool and her snack foods have left me in deep want of nachos. The kind that taste absolutey nothing like real cheese. However, I have just returned from the dentist (and I love him while I'm slightly high and numb, I think, but it fades when I crash and the numb wears off and ow). I'm trying to decide if I want said nachos enough to deal with the pain and the football game that I would be required ot attend.

Really, I'm not that good of a sister. ::makes faces at football::

I need a nap.

Thing teh first: New layout! With a banner by mah twin and the linkies all lines from Chrystal's kick-ass poetry. (Really, s'what it's called. See memories.)

Thing teh second: I know some genius ass people are on my f-list. I know it. That being said, HELP ME. I do not want to research and yet it seems I am going to be writing a fic set in teh ol' west. I need to know some things for this. Like... opium and rent boy are both British, right? What would the ol' west American versions of those be? (OMG because Charlie with his eyes wide and glazed over on his knees--)

Thing teh third: You, you who isn't reading this but who is totally to blame for the images in my head! I love you. lmao

Thing teh fourth: In celebration of my new layout and my great enjoyment of the friend-of number currently being hidden from you all and--and just because I am a fucking sheep [baaah] I cave, for finally and so:

1. Comment and I'll pick one or two of your lj interests and write you a drabble.
2. You have no say as to what I write for you or as to how much it will suck.
3. Copy this and the drabble that is written for you into your journal. (Optional)


You also have no promises that it'll be done soon or soon-ish or whatever. Or that it'll actually be drabble length. Yes, yes I do suck.