I should really change my icons. To more fitting ones.

If you noticed, my layout seems to be a bad cross over fanfic (one that I would write if I ate enough McDonalds cheeseburgers). Funny thing is, I can do it and keep them all in character. Of course, the setting will be a big pile of WTF. So, I probably won't do it.

I don't know. It all started years back when I was still collecting merchandise like cards, posters and CDs (I don't collect CDs anymore because nothing new ever comes in anymore. Not since Comic Alley turned overly gay on me). The Saiyuki stuff always got mixed up with the Weiss Kreuz stuff and vice versa. To the point that I actually saw a wall scroll of the Sanzo-ikkou labeled "All that Weiss." I wrote about that here a few months ago. I just forget what month and which entry.

Anyway, I went along with it after a while. Hence, the Aya-Sanzo layout that I've had junkland_red made for me.

Besides, even I have to admit. That makes interesting fanfic. I just have to stop myself from writing one or I'll have to spork myself to death.

October 31, 2007.
Today, nothing happened.

I'm thinking of writing fanfic again.

Yeah, I know. I haven't crossed that bridge in a long time. Last time I wrote fanfic, I was still a miserable little ball of wangst working at a call center. I don't even remember which fandom it was I wrote for. I think it was Yu-Gi-Oh. I can't be sure, though. I didn't even remember I wrote fanfic until this morning when I stumbled on to my own page. I started to recall how long it had been since I wrote one. I think it's already been a year.

I haven't really focused on that lately. I'm sure it's not like I've forgotten how. I've always thought it was good practice to write them. Practice writing other characters properly. Why? Because if you're smart enough to respect and be careful with other people's characters, it speaks volumes about how you would handle your own. That's why I've always gotten pissed off at the stupid fic writers who go "well, it's a fanfic! It's okay if it's out of character!".

That reason makes me want to go out and kill squirrels.

Then again, as you all know, some people would do just about anything to have their self-inserts have badly written sex with a canon character. That should be of no surprise. I used to be acquainted with tons of them. If they're not blatant-eye-burning-Mary Sues. They're rabid yaoi fanbrats who want nothing but emo and buttseks. The best thing to do was not let myself get contaminated with their stupid. Of course, that was a very hard thing to do. Considering that if I didn't succumb to their stupid "alternative universe" plot lines, they would pull a barrel of wangst out on me. It was like choosing between dancing the Irish jig in a field full of land mines or jumping into a pit of snakes and scorpions. Yes. Slim pickings, I know.

Anyway, I think I missed the whole point of my entry. The point is. I haven't written a fanfic in almost forever. Honestly, it's not my priority - but I do miss it sometimes. Granted, I really wanted to stay away from the pit from the longest time. I don't know what it was that did me in. It could be the endless stream of Sanzo/Yaone followings. It could be the horrendous m-pregs that made me scream bloody murder. But seeing as there are some decent ones left out there, I think it's enough to motivate me to get back into the game.

Besides, I haven't written for Weiss Kreuz and Gensoumaden Saiyuki in forever. Oh, my truly plot holed fandoms. I could've never made it without you.

I have a feeling I should be scared.
No... Not really.

And now. I present to you. A picture show. For my friends.

( Read more... )

I find this to be more threatening than anything you guys have to pull.

( Beware the Eye Burnage! )

I'm not completely defenseless! For watch out! I have these guys to protect me!

I present to you...

( My Very Own... )

Do not let their cuteness fool you. They are deadly and can kill you in their sleep. What they can do is a skill that requires years of training. They are absolute.

( The Best of The Batch )

From Left to Right: Burt, Samuel, George, Ashley, Matilda (their leader), Smokes and Snakes (they are twins) the one at the very back is their spy agent, Frank.

Just goes to show you what I think of your battle plans, hm?

May Ceiling Cat have mercy on your poor souls.

Sorry for the pointless posts, ma babies. I just HAD to do THIS one.

Oh, and thanks to junkland_red who let me borrow her ELITE ASSASSIN SQUAD.

I've been sitting around for a while now, thinking about whatever the hell it is that happened to us. In fact, I've been doing that for a while now. A few weeks, months estimate. Has it been that long since you decided that I wasn't good enough to be your friend? I really don't know. Everything kind of happened too fast before I had the chance to figure it out.

Hey, you! Do you ever wonder if there was a way we could've remedied these things? Talk about it like we did before. It would go away after a while and then we'd find something wrong again. There were times we chose just to smile about it, shrug it off and hope it would go away. But it never did, did it? It just piled up. In the end there was too much, more than you and I could take.

That's the problem with feuds. There's a lot of blaming but never any solving. It's always easier to come up with reasons to break away from each other than to come up with reasons to patch things up. Everyone's got a side to the story. The funny thing is, you can't really tell if anyone's got it right. They pick out what they heard and what they know from what the other person told them. That would be enough for them to choose sides.

Afterwards, it's all downhill from there. You never can never convince them to talk it over. To put the pieces of the story that they know together. It could be the only way to solve everything. But it's too late for that now. Too many fights have happened, too many fingers pointed. Everyone is too busy being angry and too tired of being hurt. That's what they all have in common.

Then they do what they know is best for themselves, and maybe in the end - the last attempt to do something for each other. They just let it go. They let it die. They let the concept of 'them' die. Everyone moves on and "starts over". Except now, at the very back of your mind, it's always going to be there. "You did this to me. It's all your fault. Because of you, I'm like this." it's never going to be your fault. It's always theirs. Is it like that for you? Do you still think until now that none of it was your fault?

I know that we all tried to be good to each other. I think that we all knew that we were headed this way. But for all those times we got together and had what it was that we called a "good time" we tried to delay it. We tried to prove it wrong. I think it was because we all put too much pressure and expected too much out of each other. We're all to blame, I think. I wonder if you realize this too in your unguarded moments while you're having a laugh with your new friends. If anything, this whole thing has taught you what NOT to do.

Or maybe, I'm giving you too much credit.

Hey you, I still hate you for what you did. That's okay, though. You have every right to hate me just as much. I know you'll say that you don't hate me. But do me one last favor. Don't lie to me. We all know better now.

So, yes. It was my birthday last Saturday. I'm officially twenty years old.

It's going to take a few months before I get used to saying that "I'm twenty." when they ask me how old I am. It took me about two months when I turned nineteen. I wonder if I'm going to take any longer.

Well, I will no longer be associated with idiots that are stuck in the teen section. I hate teenagers, I really do. I am aware that some of them might actually be cool and sensible for their age, but most of them, I just wanna light up with a lighter and watch them flail about while they burn.

Thanks to crux_cruxis, junkland_red, bitch_kicka and faithlessphil for the greetings.

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I see that some people are still being idiots.
Actually, a lot of people are still being idiots.

It's so great to see that there are actually people who start acting like asses when they find out how awesome they are.

Well, have a good life, fucktards.

I've never been fond of changes, really. A lot of people say I'm boring and impossible that way. I'm just the type of person who cringes at the idea that something that I'm so used to would suddenly be so different without my consent or without me planning it. I like the routine, I like finding things just as I left them. I end up building my own little safe haven somewhere along there.

I know I have to adjust, to move on along because time won't wait for me. Any sensible person should know that. Since I claim to be as sensible as they come, I should pretty much live with it, too. Truthfully, I've told myself that a million times - but it just doesn't come easy to me. I guess I am slow. I move on in my own pace, and in that pace - all sort of things go wrong and I find myself cursing the reasons why things had to become this way. Because things change. People change. Everything changes. That's the way of the world.

It's sad how in order for you to be happy, you have to keep moving on to find the place where you should be for you to be happy. That you have to change yourself to become a better person. In the process, you have to lose a lot of things. It's you or them. You lose people who liked you for who they thought you were. You've just become too different to them, someone they don't know - and they've become the same thing to you.

Just like that, nothing is the same.

Soulmates don't mean two people that are exactly alike in every way. I always wanted to believe that soulmates, if such a thing existed, are two people who had enough similarities to find a strong, common bond. They also had enough differences to compliment each other's personality. They give and take. They make it work under any cost. They can go through hell and back and just come back stronger than before, because the thought of them being together is enough for them to be strong, seperately or not. They understand each other's needs and wants. They are meant for each other and they know it.

Well, it's always been just a theory of mine. Could be a hundred percent untrue, but it's a nice thought.

Your True Love Is a Taurus

Why you'll love a Taurus: Romantic and sentimental, a Taurus can provide you with the security you need. And you both share a fondness for the finest things, from great food to luxury vacations. Why a Taurus will love you: You have the honesty and direct approach that down to earth Taurus desires. And enough elegance to show a Taurus a few new decadent delights!

You're seriously kidding me, right?

You know how I used to do random lyrics/poetry pasting on my journal? Well. I did it again, because I woke up with this song playing in my head.

...I updated my layout and it sucks. Big time. I'm gonna leave the computer and have junkland_red. I will have her edit it and pay her with cake.

Now the net is back on... I don't know what it was that I was supposed to do.

I do know that my computer and my server hates Dev-Art. I can't view anyone's main page, even my own. It frustrates me. I wanted to get a copy of one of crux_cruxis's poems! Argh! Load! You stupid thing! Load!

My feet hurt and my eyes are watering. I don't know what the HELL that means except for the fact that I'm as tired as hell.

I'm feeling very creative lately. Too bad I've only had time to write in my journal.

...Why does it smell like coffee?

Well, I'm going to go to bed, curl up and read a good book. Wait for the replay of Shaman King because Yoh/Anna is love, then proceed to watch Spongebob Squarepants since I do that every night religiously.

I'm serious. I'm an avid follower of Spongebob Squarepants. Because I loved Rocko's Modern Life (Yep, same people responsible!) I want a Spongebob shoulder bag. I would totally use it.

Okay... maybe just one Shaman King episode before bed. -heads over to Youtube-

I think I'm a split persona. I'm Anna Kyouyama and Iron Maiden Jeanne in the same person. With a dash of Tao Ren. Which is just plain scary.

So I've revived saiyuki_badfics and I'm up at exactly past one in the morning trying to find something to spork, preferably some idiotic sue aiming to seduce Sanzo into becoming completely OOC who insists that she carries his child.

They never seem to run out of those.

It's one of those nights when I'm tired because my brain us preoccupied with too many things. It involves crappy real life stuff and as well as plotbunnies that won't leave me alone and let me get some sleep. Bad news is it involves almost all my fandoms especially this Yoh/Anna piece stuck in my head I'd gladly write them if I weren't so braindead, which unfortunately I am. But the good news is, I can still handle to write somewhat coherent sentences - which is the only reason why I am able to update my journal yet again.

I'll be doing that more nowadays, believe me. I really don't have a reason not to.

There are a lot of things happening right now, too many things that I really can't start to explain and really don't want to dwell on right now. So here I am, trying to distract myself with forms of randomness.

( Fanfics are the best distraction. Ever. )

Vision's getting blurry, I need to lie down at least.

I miss someone terribly right now.

You're wondering why I haven't updated for a couple of weeks, it's because my server is a jackass. It blinks out on me and stays dead the rest of the day before I can even attempt an update. The phone has been dead for half a month and the people from the freaking phone company has told me for about the hundredth time that they'll 'get right on it'.

Of course, they told me this three weeks ago.

I am ready to march up there and burn their main office to the ground. But they might have a line up schedule for people who want to massacre their staff as well, I'm not going to risk it.

Yeah, I'm pretty much ticked off.

That and I have once again been struck down by the dreaded writer's block. When semestral break started, I was writing that stupid AU idea I had like I was possessed. Now I'm stuck on chapter five and I've been banging my head on the wall so I could finally update (not that it's getting much reviews to begin with anyway, but hell, it's fun to write so I'm not stopping no matter what) and I think I've kept everyone pretty much in character. The problem is, I've started so many problems within the first four chapters and I now I have to make the world crash down on the cast and make it look good.

Unfortunately, I know how to start chapter five - but I do not know how to keep it moving and keep it interesting.

crux_cruxis and I were online last night and she showed me a quizilla exam she took about a year ago or so. I took it, too.

( You're kidding, right? )

Well, you know what? It actually makes sense.
Don't look at me like that! I wasn't even trying!

I'm watching the Shaman King series. I enjoy it even though I'm aware that the pacing and the way it was executed and written isn't the best I've seen. I can't help but adore and attach myself to most of the characters. So, I find that I can't drop it. It's the same case with Weiss Kreuz. The writing and execution could've been better but I just can't drop it, kthanx Weiss guys.

Meanwhile, another super sekrit crossover fanfic of mine which shall not be mentioned or linked in order to avoid instant chaos and pitchforks is stuck on the second chapter because I'm treading on thin ice with the third chapter. How the HELL am I supposed to work up a conversation between those two? I think a sock would talk sooner. But I love a challenge.

But apparently, I'm doing a great job.

I've got this KaiMai idea stuck in my head and I want to kill it with fire. Please don't hurt me.

I've got this idea for a Saiyuki fanfic. But it involves OC insertion, can I do that without getting shot at all? The decent Saiyuki ficcers are tired of speshul spawns and usually rock back and forth in fetal position when they see the word 'OC' in the summary. I hope I don't make them cry anymore tears of blood. Heaven knows us Saiyuki ficcers have done enough of that.

Ladies and gentlemen, First semester of this school year is ended and I'm still alive.

At least I am till clearance week - But I don't have to think about that now. I can wait a few weeks, for now I can sit down and do absolutely nothing after so long. I can finally tend to my muses who by now are probably overgrown bunnies gnarling at me and waiting for me to come so they can eat me in exchange for all the neglect I've done for these past few months. I'm waiting till they all come swooping down on my brain - where they will bother me SO much, I won't be able to sleep later. Since I've developed quite a lot of fandoms for the past few months now, no doubt that I will swamped with ideas.

Well, it's better than writer's block.

Also, I have a whole CD full of scanlations to read. I haven't even counted the Shaman King manga volumes that I haven't downloaded and read yet. I've prepared for my three weeks of full procrastination for over the past few months now. Now that it's finally here, I don't know exactly what to start on.

Finals were e-mailed to us and we had to make a paper, which we will email back to the professor before five pm, Philippine time. I was able to finish two hours earlier than said deadline by the method of not leaving the PC for three hours just to get this over with and finish, needless to say, the technique worked perfectly. Now, I just have to hope that I didn't sound too idiotic in whatever it was that I wrote. I am proud to say however, that I'm getting the hand of this writing papers in a speed of light sort of thing. Since none of my professors have told me that I should dig a hole in the ground and bury myself in it just so I'd stop writing - I don't think I have much to worry about. They give me high grades for it, which surprises me, really. I always expect to royally flunk at these things.

I hope that doesn't change anytime soon.

I was supposed to buy presents for my cousins today, but the papers got me tangled up. I'm going to buy them on Monday, hopefully. Right now, I guess I can focus on reviving my dying plotbunnies which have waited for me to give them attention. I have a whole three weeks to do so - and I can finally catch up on much needed sleep. Sleep - it's become an alien word to me now, and it's time to remind myself of what it is.

Now, if you'll excuse me - I'll be opening Microsoft Word and I'll see which bunny bites first. Hopefully, they don't bite too hard.

Angel of The Morning
by Bonnie Tyler

There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
And there's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start
I see no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me

Maybe the sun's light will be dim
It won't matter anyhow
If morning's echo says we've sinned
Well, it was what I wanted now
And if we're victims of the night I
won't be blinded by the light

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me

I won't beg you to stay with me
Through the tears of the day
Of the years, baby

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me

Oh baby, I love you baby, oh baby

I've finally done and finished that damned foresaken paper. It's nice that I can actually breathe and sleep peacefully tonight. This is probably the first time in a long time that I didn't have to cram for anything. I actually have Spanish homework, but I really don't think I can figure that out without any help. So, I have decided to update my journal to make up for the month of August when I hardly posted anything up.

Oh yeah, as if my life were so interesting and people were just dying for me to relate my story about how the evil professors came and took my semblance of a life away. I am so dellusional, it's not funny. I deeply apologize to my friends list. I hope your ears are not bleeding just yet.

Had the usual day in school. We actually didn't do much and the terrible duo dragged me out of class earlier than the others. I'm kind of nervous that it might actually get me into trouble one of these days. But I suppose it's alright, considering that I got to see a very dear friend today. I just hope I also didn't miss anything equally important in class. But I doubt that we did. I HOPE that we didn't.

What I wouldn't give to have the old days back. I would do anything I can to have them back.

But that's a whole story of wangst I would rather not get into right now. My bones hurt and I think I have a bad stiff neck - I'm too lazy to get dramatic as my brain is still fried from the day before. Yeah, you caught me, I really have NOTHING to talk about. Except for the fact that Saint Beast has still not arrive in Comic Alley's stack. There are only three disks and I can buy it VERY easily since it would only cost me ninety bucks, they can do me a great favor by throwing in the Saint Beast OVA for me. I didn't want to be totally disappointed so I bought two cards of my new anime boyfriend, ulk, stop, kill me, I'm a sue Asakura Yoh he has Anna, get a reality check, Saki. And a button pin of the Hokage symbol.

Yeah, don't ask me. I don't know either.

Now, I'm going to end this pointless post before it gets anymore pointless. This day was pointless, but hell, it was kind of fun.

Yeah, I know I said I'd update yesterday - But I was too busy to do that, too. AGAIN.

Went to see a play so I can make a paper today and submit it tomorrow. To tell you the truth, I shouldn't be spending about ten minutes updating either. I promised to finish six pages over the twelve pages, I still have to work on that reaction paper and I have to study for her subject because we have another quiz tomorrow - I think pretty okay in the one she had last week. But only because I actually studied.

I don't honestly know how to start on the twelve-page paper we have to submit on Wednesday. I think I have an idea and then I remember that I have to relate the nine poems I picked to my actual point. Now, the trick is doing it without actually having to sound like an idiot. I wonder how to manage that. I am staring at the poems I picked and now I wish I'd gotten to read the article before I picked the poems. Now, I have to write two separate ideas. Oh, well - at least I'll get to maximize the twelve pages thingy. It's a minimum already, so I can't go lower than that.

Fine. I'm going to stop blabbing about schoolwork now. It's like it's the only thing I can blog about nowadays. Forgive my life for being so uneventful, really. But the worst thing you have to contend with when you're a Literature college student in her third year are professors trying to drain and kill your soul and plotbunnies that just won't DIE or at least leave you alone even after you've told them that you DON'T have the time to work on them yet.

And as you've noticed, I've updated my LJ layout. It's inspired from all the emo-rock I've been listening to for the past morning now (it's probably not good and adding up more to the anger and frustration I feel towards making this forsaken paper). My apologies to Funeral For A Friend. My layout makes you guys seem wangstier than you guys already are. I just didn't feel like using Puddle Of Mudd for the layout, kthanx.

Yeah, I can't talk about or think about anything else until I get this paper done (or at least six pages of it). It's times like this when I wonder if I will survive my fourth year or if everyone will just devour me alive. I have a feeling the rest of the week is gonna suck, too. But maybe that's just me being too negative about everything again.

It's the emo-rock songs, I tell you.

Did I tell you all this stress is also making me eat a lot? I think I've been eating twice my body weight and I have to tell you now, that's not good at all. I'm happy that I've lost weight over the past few months and I don't plan on going to being as fat as a house. I'm afraid all the carbs I've been intaking isn't going to be of any help. I need to go on a diet.

As soon as I finish this plate of rice and chicken I'm eating right now, damn it!

Yeah, so I'm going to go and finish six pages first (I'm done with the first page, five more to go, YES!) I'll get back to you guys when I can actually breathe.

Honestly, I still don't know what to put here - besides that: Yes! I still live and Yes! I'm just buried in a ton of schoolwork.

I'll have an update by tomorrow, I promise.

I would rather not talk about how school once again is eating up most of my free time among other things. I won't gloat about how I manage to pass most of my exams with satisfactory remarks (though, I think I just did) and how much all that studying and hard work paid off. Instead, I will go random about a few things. Meaning, I will talk about things that I really don't know why in the hell I decided to talk about them in the first place. But seeing as I had not updated in over a week since my preliminary exam, and I still have nothing decent to write about - I'll have to make do with this entry until I actually have something coherent and pointful to say. That hardly ever happens, but bear with me anyway.

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For those who didn't know and for those who do, I would just like to emphasize just how much I hate cockroaches. I am in total fear of those disgusting little things and am totally paralyzed once I see one. Unfortunately for me, it's the rainy season and they usual come out of their little hiding spots at night during weather like this. No, I hadn't been able to sleep without a blanket covering my face for about five months now. These little flying pests haunt my very mind with the thought of their moving antanae and their hairy gross little legs and the possibility that they might settle on my hair or on any part of my body while I'm sleeping. As a result, they also contribute to the fact that I haven't been able to sleep properly in weeks. I'm always just waiting for one of them to fly at me while I'm waiting for sleep to come.

I don't remember how this fear of cockroaches came about. I hate bugs in general, but I am terrified of cockroaches. Yes, I know. Point and laugh, It's my incredibly girly trait. Hey, I'm still a girl you know, I ought to have one of those. Anyway, going back to the pointless topic at hand, Yeah -I've been afraid of them ever since I can remember. I have to interrupt my father or my grandmother from sleeping just so someone could kill them. Don't look at me, I'm not about to do it. What if it flies at me? I will scream my head off, I swear.

This morning there was one in the bathroom, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me and bolted out of there - good thing my grandmother was home. Yeah, I'm pathetic. I know. Don't beat me up just yet.

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You know it's ironic when after seeing a giant yellow billboard with red bold letters printed on them, saying something about banning smoke belching to implement clean-air act - it is then that a car goes zooming past the vehicle I'm riding and blows out carbon monoxide smoke towards the direction from where I am.

You have to wonder if the people in charge actually know what the city they're governing over is like. It's Manila, people. The first place to get clogged and flooded during heavy rainy season. The place where there's trash and dog crap at every single part of the street and not to mention floating condoms (used and unused) by the sides of the sewage. You might as well have been trying to clean the atmosphere of Venus of all its gases. Seriously, if they can't even keep the streets clean, what more the freaking air? Besides, Manila is 90% polution and 10% city. What the hell do you expect?

But I guess it never hurts to try.

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I have decided that I'm closing saiyuki_badfics or at least deleting the old entries and making a new one. A sporking journal with an easier format - so I still have time to update it even for just short ten minutes. I'll be borrowing stuff from marysues and still a little from e_o_e_unite and weiss_badfics. You're right, Laila. Too many sporking journals have died young, I'm not about to be one of them.

Besides, can you believe that there are even MORE SUES in the Saiyuki fanfiction area in the Pit now than there were before? Wait, what am I talking about - of course you can.

Something must be done!

...I think I'm coming down with something, too. Ugh.

I can't really decide right now if I'm sleepy or hungry or getting gnawed to death by bunnies.

Either way, I can't really concentrate on what I'm doing. I've been teaching my cousin how to duel by putting together a few of my spare cards. She's doing great already - wait till she gets her own deck. She'll kick my ass in a sitting. Then again, it's not that hard to beat me when it comes to dueling. I seriously am no good at it. But I do it anyway because it's kind of a second hobby of sorts. I think I'm somewhat progressing however, it takes more than a minute before I lose.

I haven't gotten any decent sleep until today. I woke up at eleven in the morning because I kept falling in and out of sleep - I finally woke up just in time to greet my cousin who I often hang around when she stays over for the weekends. I wanted to catch up on my sleep and then do some reading, then maybe write a few fics.

As for school, do I really have to go on about how I think I'm not doing very well. It could be just good old paranoia kicking in, as it usually does. I should probably get started on that report on the Iliad which is due on Thursday and I hadn't even started on it yet. That probably isn't a good thing. I'll get to it on Tuesday, a good three days should be good enough. I don't exactly know where to insert knocking my brains out for Political Dynamics, Literary Criticism and Non-Fiction into the process of slowly killing myself with fatigue. I actually haven't even studied for Filipino yet and the quiz is on Tuesday. I don't remember her teaching us anything.

Wait till my last year of college, I'd be lucky to have any coherent posts - that is if I have any coherent posts left at all. But I'm supposed to have coherent and decent thoughts, it's kind of needed otherwise, they will kill me in thesis defense - or at least I need to know what the hell I'm talking about. But I don't see why I should worry about fourth year when I'm barely done with third year, not to mention barely surviving. As much as I'd want my masterals degree, I'm starting to wonder if I can actually handle it when I have my chance. I would not want nothing more than to teach and write, and do both for the rest of my life - but I wonder if I have what it actually what it takes.

But let's not go there.

I'm going to update writerbitch and then I'm going to get something to eat. Then I'm going to spork my eyes by reading Brotherly Love

Thanks muchly to crux_cruxis to pointing me to the thing. It looks disturbing already - Mokuba being seme over Seto is plain wrong in words, it seriously is. Then I'm going to later on rant about how my Weiss Kreuz bunnies refuse to bite and why my Saiyuki bunnies seem to be sleeping.