I totally missed doing the year-end round up, and I know at this point you all are sick of resolution posts and the like. So let me just say this:

I LOVE YOU, LJ. I LOVE YOU, FANDOM. YOU MAKE MY LIFE BEARABLE WHEN I THINK I AM GOING TO GO NUTS AND I CAN'T IMAGINE WHAT I EVER DID WITHOUT YOU. THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DID TO MAKE 2010 WORTH PUTTING UP WITH. ♥♥♥♥

I defaulted on yuletide, because real life has decided to get all up in my grill and just keep me the busiest ever. For a temporary part time employee, they are kicking my ass. And scheduling me beyond what I was expecting. :\

This is especially disappointing tonight, when my bb bro is turning 21 at midnight and I cannot go to the party and get wasted with him and the other brother I get along with very well because I've got to be at work at 8 in the morning. As best I can figure, this will require that I leave my house around 6am. Sooo much booze. So many drinking games. Such a sober and sad Nichole, sitting at home. :( UNABLE TO SLEEP, WTF IT IS 11:36. *wails*

I've also come to the realization that I just Do Not Want to go back to school next semester. It's terrible. Just... I don't want to deal with Asshole Professor Dude again. I don't. I don't want to drive every day. I don't want to take a class on business and management principles just because my school can't separate business and information technology (which, hey, not interested in anyway.)

All I've been able to think about lately is how much I would love, love, love to have my own coffeeshop/bakery/sandwich place. There would be a wall of chalkboard with the daily specials, and comfy chairs if you wanna relax and a wall with shelves of take one/leave one books. But also tables and yummy soup and possibly even pasta like I grew up with. It would be delicious and awesome, and I would probably weight a billion pounds but fuck I would be happy and I would have ALL OF THE MUFFINS. And it would be glorious.

*sighs* This has left me with something of a moral dilemma. On a scale of 1 to John Gosselin, where would I fall if I started talking to a dude I know has got a pretty gigantic thing for me that I'm sort of... eh about outside of YAY AWESOME FRIEND again just because I think he has a connection that could help me find the perfect place for that?

Lalalala I am a terrible person lalalala.

Dear 2010,

I am so glad you are almost over.

STOP TAKING THINGS I LOVE AWAY FROM ME.

No love,
Nichole



Dear 2011,

I have so many hopes for you, please don't disappoint.

Sincerely,
Nichole



Dear Yuletide,

OMG WHY WON'T YOU WRITE YOURSEFL WHYYYYYYYY.

Why do we do this to each other?

Fretting,
Nichole

Since I should be, you know, writing yuletide and/or wrapping presents, I am in the mood to either read filthy, dirty porn or the schmoopiest fic to ever schmoop.

Also, it's 11:06 and I agreed to go into work on my day off, because I'm a crazy person. Woe, work for me tomorrow.

...

Recs?

*puppy eyes*

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS, I JUST REALIZED: YULETIDE IS DUE IN 6 5 DAYS OH MY GOD WHAT. HOW DID THIS EVEN.

WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOO.

*frets*

This work thing is sucking out my soul. I can deal with a lot of shit, because I grew up in customer service, but I don't see why people have to be such assholes. >:( I can deal with rudeness, I can, even when it's directed at me. But I draw the line at dealing with a couple when the guy is just going to be an asshole to his wife right in front of me. I had to pass them off to someone else, before I snapped and told him that her gift was not all about him.

Seriously, guys, be kind to each other. It isn't always easy, but fuck if it doesn't make things easier in the end.

I'm still behind on all the comments, because I fail a lot and, ugh, work. But I couldn't pass this up, I'm sorry: I put my name in for the Holiday Love Meme.

Things I Do Not Understand v 12102010:

1. Coats with 3/4 sleeves
   
2. Down vests
   
3. Liquid eyeliner's continued victory over me
   
4. Why I am not getting ready for work when I need to leave in an hour
   
5. My parent's desire to not run the heater.
   
6. PAJAMA JEANS. WTF.

Other Things:

• I, um, have written another little bit of the Catholic boarding school AU.
  
• I work until 12:30 again tonight
  
• But last time that was my schedule, I clocked out at nearly 2 am
  
• I could do with a frappe and/or Diet Dr. Pepper IV drip
  
• I am SO FAR BEHIND on Christmas gifts, you guys, I'm sorry!

Last night, I wrote this little thing for aredblush. I think it's probably going to end up being part of a bigger verse/story which is... uh, an Arthur/Eames Catholic boarding school AU. Because apparently there is not a situation that I am not willing to turn into an Arthur/Eames AU.

And I mean, aredblush and I went over this on twitter a few nights ago. (Again, I'm angelgazing there now, too, if you want to follow me... just let me know that you aren't a bot!) and basically it's a story of being in love with the person no one thinks you should be. It's having to come to terms with who you are and what you want and learning to be okay with that, in face of everything you've ever been taught. It's Arthur being so fucking in love that he isn't content with just whatever place he can carve out for them, because he wants more, he wants it all, and he wants Eames, and it's all he can do just to hold onto that.

Or possibly it will be based around the premise of Stigmata. Because I fail at originality.

Or I won't write any of those things, because they sound hard, and like the sort of thing that is above my paygrade. Maybe I'll just write ridiculous and fluffy Christmas fic, instead, but I have no ideas for it because my brain hates me and wants me to suffer.

I think it's rebelling against finals.

I AM DONE WITH FINALS NOW. DONE, DONE, DONE. DOOONE.

I haven't actually looked at my f-list in something like four days, and I'm so behind on emails and comments, and I'm sorry that I fail at all the things (Except Programming! I do not fail at that! SO EXCITED, OH GOD.) but I will do my best to catch up soon, guys, I promise! Unfortunately, I'm at like skip=280 right now and still nowhere near caught up so that's... probably not going to happen because I am the failiest fail to ever fail. I AM SORRY, GUYS, TELL ME WHAT I MISSED, PLEASE.

Now the options for the rest of the night are 1) catch up on comments or 2) write something.


THIS IS A HARD CHOICE FOR ME, YOU GUYS. INPUT? THOUGHTS?

Dear Professor Asshole Dick Face,

I know English is not your first language, so I'd like to let you know, for the record, that "you will need to be able to do this in order to be successful in this course" != "You will really only use this in the next level of this course."

Also, I learned != from musesfool so your record for teaching me absolutely nothing about programming is still flawless.

I cannot think of a painful enough way for you to die.

No love,
Nichole


Also, now I am seriously, seriously going to be late for work. But jesus the lack of caring I have for that just cannot be textually rendered.

Feel free to, you know, spam my inbox. No, not Professor Asshole Dick Face, you. Yes, you. Spam my inbox! IDK with what! Poetry, jokes, funny stories, um, FILLS FOR THE CUDDLING MEME? (Which, ahhh have you all read the fills? You should. You really should.) I've had a terrible two days, I need some fucking cuddling. And I don't get off work until like, midnight.

*whines forever*

FUCK ALL OF TODAY. AND ALL OF MY LIFE. ALL OF IT.

QUICK! TELL ME SOMETHING AWESOME!

I finally managed to write something for the cuddling meme! But I Still Think That We're In Love. Arthur/Eames and a typical morning. Um. It is ridiculous. But cuddling.

Title totally stolen from, uh, IDK, I was listening to Darren Criss at the time and really just wanted to go to bed. But this is a totally important point, okay: Darren Criss is too awesome for words. I'm blind from the heart eyes!

I was going to try a little Puck/Kurt thing next, but IDK, you guys. I have the hardest time with Glee fic. WHY IS IT SO HARD?

Um. Um. WHAT DO YOU THINK I SHOULD WRITE NEXT?

Guys, guys, guys, I cannot stop watching thiiis. Help! Help!

The Multi-Fandom Cuddling Meme is still going on you guys! I'll totally do a masterlist at some point, but in the meantime, we've got everything from Inception, to Sirius/Remus, to bandom, to Psych, to Glee, and you should all join in and play again if you have already, okay?

And after tonight's Glee and this isn't really a spoiler just, um, HELLO DARREN CRISS, HOW ARE YOU THE MOST ADORABLE EVER?

This two things tie together like this: WHO WANTS TO WRITE SOME KURT/BLAINE CUDDLING FOR MY MEME? I will totally make puppy eyes at you. Don't think I won't!

Also, also ( this is really a spoiler ) Don't worry, Puck/Kurt, you'll always be the Glee OTP of my heart. I'm just too young to be tied down, don't you understand?

Now, I am determined to write something for this meme. Determined. Why is writing so difficult lately, you guys? *whines* Ideas? Suggestions?

There should be a snazzy intro here, but let's face it guys, the point would be this: CUDDLING. Every one needs cuddling. People love cuddling. I love cuddling. I think Arthur probably secretly loves cuddling. And you know Eames is a clingy bastard. Because cuddling is awesome! And everyone should get some cuddles. So, allow me to present:

The Multi-Fandom Cuddling Meme

~The Rules~

Stolen Adapted from foxxcub's super awesome kissing meme

1. All fic/art must including cuddling of some kind
   
2. All pairings, fandoms, rating, and genres welcome!
   
3. There is not minimum or maximum word count.
   
4. Be kind to one another ♥♥♥
   

Comment and share the love!

1) Last Monday, I told aredblush that obviously the only way to really celebrate Danger Days coming out was with, will art. (Art is the weapon!) And she drew me killjoys! So amazing, guys! So amazing!

2) In exchange, she asked for the killjoys from the girl's POV. So this happened:

The Same Old Story - Killjoys - gen - 405 words
( Girl you got to be what tomorrow needs )

3) A few days ago gyzym and I were talking about an Oregon Trail AU, because we crack ourselves up. And because Inception is possible! aredblush just DREW IT AND IT IS GLORIOUS AND YOU SHOULD ALL GO LOOK AND ADOOORE HER BASICALLY, OKAY

4) UM TO THE AWESOME PERSON WHO HAS BEEN STUCK WITH ME FOR YULETIDE: I fail at letters, so, so, let me just say, I enjoy happy things, banter, pining, banter, seeing how two people are with each other, banter, friendship, banter, cuddling, banter, and even ridiculous AUs. You should feel no obligation to follow my optional details, and write something you like. I'm sure it will be fantastic. Happy writing, and thank you so much!

5) Speaking of cuddling, a poll!
[Poll #1650216]

Happy Thanksgiving! Have a random reposted ficlet thing from the last round of the fluff meme since I fail now at writing, updating my LJ, and responding to comments and emails in a timely manner.

But you all are wonderful, and have the incredible habit of making even the shittiest week better and more hilarious, and I adore you. ♥♥♥

I AM SO SORRY, YOU GUYS, PLEASE STILL LOVE ME?

Ice Capades - Arthur/Eames - 745 words - Cuddle or Die
( banter and cuddling and possible hypothermia, oh my! )

OMG CARAMEL MACCHIATO YOU CAN BE MY NEW BEST FRIEND.


SO, SO, SO TIRED, BUT SO, SO SO WORTH IT FOR MIDNIGHT HP.

YOU GUYS! <333333333333333

OH MY GOD, JAVA, WHY ARE YOU KICKING MY ASS? *wails*



ON THE UPSIDE OF LIFE: NEW HARRY POTTER IN 10 HOURS AND 21 MINUTES.

SUCCESS!

I have:
1. Purchased HP midnight screening tickets
2. Finally completed my Yuletide sign up
3. Registered to get my pre-sale code for MCR tickets
4. Changed my twitter username to match this one

I have not:
1. Done my damn homework I won't have time for later
2. Written anything
3. Caught up on comments and emails



Um. Have this thing! The original ending for the first scene in Like I Wanna Live Now:
( Short Deleted Scene is short )


And now, for my final act: BED.