Three Ways and a Million Ways Ari/Eric, R Word Count: 600 Authors Notes: If I told you my academic adviser was Ari Gold, would you tell me to fuck off?
You know how sometimes things shouldn't be hot...and then they are and you kind of hate yourself but also want to go masturbate frantically in a corner or at least read/see them again? Yeah, that's what thisScubs fic is like. It's JD/Dr. Cox. It's not good, so it shouldn't be hot, but something about it got me just right. And I feel kind of soiled.
Unscreened, unlocked, unlogged: tell me what you think of me, anonymously or not. If you've got something to say, now is the time.
(I used to think I was the the bad influence, tobyzantium.) (When I stop watching the same six episodes of Scrubs over and over again, maybe I'll feel sane.)
So, what's new with you? Here's a list of all of the work I have to do before/during finals:
Summary of Im Westen Nicht Neues (due: tomorrow, auf deutsch, two pages)
Five page draft of Paper I Do Not Know What to Write (due: Friday)
Response paper to Most Boring Classics Lecture Ever (due: tomorrow)
Final draft of Aeneid paper (due: 12.11, five pages)
Draft on Dante paper (due: 12.15) HALF DONE
Final draft of Paper I Do Not Know What to Write (due: 12.15, 12 pages)
Final German paper on Topic of Choice (due 12.18, four pages)
Take-home Final, Women in Modern Europe (due 12.22)
Final exam, self-scheduled, Victorian Sexualities
Final exam, self-schedules, Western Classics in Translation
What kind of work do you have before the semester (assuming you're in school) lets out? I invite you to post your own list to the comments and we can whine together. Actually, I think I need to go have a lie down. Looking at my own list is making me ill. Two weeks and four days until Christmas?
Last night I was up until 3:00AM re-doing my LJ layout. I seriously tried three different designs before I decided on this one and made the graphic in Photoshop Elements which is not an easy program to navigate on the first go. I'm kind of obsessed with image maps now, though. So that's kind of cool.
Let it be said that I already love you. I mean, just in case you were worried at all that I wouldn't like your writing, or if you doubted yourself when you realized that you had to write out one of my lame desires. You know, it's funny... but I can't remember what the hell I've chosen. Either way, I am thrilled that you have gotten my requests! Best of luck, and I cannot wait to read your genius words. Isn't yuletide swell?
This is just a bit of late-night fluff and pretty much what happens when you spend the night at the local hospital waiting for House to suddenly show up. Wishful thinking, although I did cut out a picture of Hugh Laurie from a magazine! *wins at life*