Lots of stuff, only some of it traumatic.
So I made a community with 
jensa_chan. I was whining at him, about...oh, what was it. Oh right! No one in fiction seems to have tics. Nail-biting, random humming, thumb-twiddling...things of that nature. No character seems to have any. I said, "I wish there was a LiveJournal community for ranting about fiction." Jame's reponse? "Make one." So, following his brilliant advice, I did! And he's the co-maintainer because he knows how to do stuff that I don't. It's called 
fictionrants and if you want to make me happy you will join and post your fiction-related complaints on it.
Aside from that, I got back to Mercy on the prom dress thing. They do not actually have to match, she says, because I explained my "go with the flow" thing to her and she thought it sounded good. Besides, I'm reasonably sure she was only doing it because her mom bitched her out about coordination. Gods, but that woman drives me up the wall. Also, she called me "honey" yesterday morning on the phone and it made me irrationally giddy. Somebody shoot me before I turn into one of those people.
In four hours or so (none of which I will be alseep for, because I'm just that stubborn), I will be going to Chicago to see that Body exhibit, or whatever it's called, with the dead people. Noah went to see it in Detroit and said it was awesome-sauce (yes, he actually uses that in conversation), so I expect that it shall be entertaining. Heh, only my family goes to dead people on Easter. We will surely crack tasteless jokes in relation to Jesus during our visit.
Oh, this bit it all sorts of fun. My dad came home at midnight and yelled for me until I came out of my room to see what on earth was going on, and lo and behold, my dog Blondie was bleeding profusely all over the kitchen floor. Apparently she chased after some animal in the dark and got bitten, or gouged herself on a stick, or something. I had to hold her still while my dad cleaned the wound and wrapped it and wiped up the kitchen floor (and this was not a few drips, this was thick puddles of blood all over the floor, I'm surprised she hadn't passed out), and now she is in the kitchen to prevent blood on our carpet. Yes, she has food and water and the rug she sleeps on, she is fine. Our area does not have emergency vet services because it is composed mainly of and heavily populated by stupid jackasses, but we'll get her checked out tomorrow. That was not a fun way to spend half an hour, let me tell you.
Also, I seem to be making myself a small collection of friends viafanficrants. This makes me happy. I like new friends, especially cool ones who make coherent and intelligent posts and who enjoy my fanfiction and general ramblings, and my new friends seem to fit that description rather well. Hearts to all of you folks. Oh, and I will be writing more OHSHC fic, because...always with the OHSHC fic, shameless fangirl that I am. And also the MirrorMask fic because why is there not more of it, this is unforgiveable and must be corrected, although one of my new friends did rec me one that was stunning and glorious and all around so good it nearly hurt. Extra hearts to you.
And that's all, because I need to go tend to my dog some more and further plot my fics that are in the works.
jensa_chan. I was whining at him, about...oh, what was it. Oh right! No one in fiction seems to have tics. Nail-biting, random humming, thumb-twiddling...things of that nature. No character seems to have any. I said, "I wish there was a LiveJournal community for ranting about fiction." Jame's reponse? "Make one." So, following his brilliant advice, I did! And he's the co-maintainer because he knows how to do stuff that I don't. It's called fictionrants and if you want to make me happy you will join and post your fiction-related complaints on it.Aside from that, I got back to Mercy on the prom dress thing. They do not actually have to match, she says, because I explained my "go with the flow" thing to her and she thought it sounded good. Besides, I'm reasonably sure she was only doing it because her mom bitched her out about coordination. Gods, but that woman drives me up the wall. Also, she called me "honey" yesterday morning on the phone and it made me irrationally giddy. Somebody shoot me before I turn into one of those people.
In four hours or so (none of which I will be alseep for, because I'm just that stubborn), I will be going to Chicago to see that Body exhibit, or whatever it's called, with the dead people. Noah went to see it in Detroit and said it was awesome-sauce (yes, he actually uses that in conversation), so I expect that it shall be entertaining. Heh, only my family goes to dead people on Easter. We will surely crack tasteless jokes in relation to Jesus during our visit.
Oh, this bit it all sorts of fun. My dad came home at midnight and yelled for me until I came out of my room to see what on earth was going on, and lo and behold, my dog Blondie was bleeding profusely all over the kitchen floor. Apparently she chased after some animal in the dark and got bitten, or gouged herself on a stick, or something. I had to hold her still while my dad cleaned the wound and wrapped it and wiped up the kitchen floor (and this was not a few drips, this was thick puddles of blood all over the floor, I'm surprised she hadn't passed out), and now she is in the kitchen to prevent blood on our carpet. Yes, she has food and water and the rug she sleeps on, she is fine. Our area does not have emergency vet services because it is composed mainly of and heavily populated by stupid jackasses, but we'll get her checked out tomorrow. That was not a fun way to spend half an hour, let me tell you.
Also, I seem to be making myself a small collection of friends via
fanficrants. This makes me happy. I like new friends, especially cool ones who make coherent and intelligent posts and who enjoy my fanfiction and general ramblings, and my new friends seem to fit that description rather well. Hearts to all of you folks. Oh, and I will be writing more OHSHC fic, because...always with the OHSHC fic, shameless fangirl that I am. And also the MirrorMask fic because why is there not more of it, this is unforgiveable and must be corrected, although one of my new friends did rec me one that was stunning and glorious and all around so good it nearly hurt. Extra hearts to you.And that's all, because I need to go tend to my dog some more and further plot my fics that are in the works.