also: fala got a twitter, and after some unsuccessful searches we found each other. i'm sort of getting into twitter now. i can't say 'again' cuz i was never very into it before... but yeah.
i've got work over break. money-work. like, more than i was expecting. i'm working everyday tuesday thru saturday. i was hoping to leave saturday so i had all of sunday to futz around and do the stupid resist, but i'll have to go back sunday.
tues: 12-8p
wed: 10-6p
thurs: 1:30-9:30p
fri: 2:30-9:30p
sat: 12-8p
this throws a wrench in my yasha plans, so we're gonna do something tomorrow after he gets out of class. no idea what, but i offered him gas money since i know he never has enough of it. i'm hoping to work on my english paper tomorrow, but we'll see how that goes.
daylight savings time started. the sucky version, where i lost an hour. and i didn't even sleep very well last night. so, i was still laughing loudly at 11:30 before i remembered everyone else was in bed and i should really be quiet because it's not 10:30 like my body is convinced it is. so now i'm still rather awake. it's altogether unfortunate.
i did something i'm terribly ashamed of today. like you wouldn't believe. i need to remember to delete my history...
ok, awesome-fill-of-the-moment time. it's called "the screeching bitches" and so far it's pretty awesome. in general, it's about the awkward forming of a band. i have to say in general because the request is rather detailed and awesome. part of the reason i love it so is because of french-canadian!matthew because that is win.
full prompt:
Alfred is in a band with Arthur and Francis. Recently they lost their drummer in the Incident and now they need a new one. Francis drags his ex-military cousin from Quebec, Mattieu in for a session and the poor guy is basically strong armed into joining.
At first Mattie seems quiet and polite but Alfred realizes that the Canadian is a master of the art of stealth snark. Alfred and Mattie settle into something of a love/hate kind of friendship, but eventually it stirs up into something a little hotter and a lot deeper.
Must haves:
1. Mattie has ptsd, is an autodidact, is writing (poetry, short stories, novels, everything really) as he lives/wastes his life away on Francis's couch.
2. Alfred is an astrophysics doctorate student.
the filler is slightly off in her part numbering, but that's just me being ridiculous... i'm half convinced bay is the writer, but i think that's because i want her to be writing something i'm reading. she mentioned working on a new fill, so i'm just hoping i managed to find it because she's awesome.
matt told the rents he smokes. which slightly surprises me - the telling-the-rents part, not the smoking part. i knew he smoked a while ago. so whenever he 'goes for a walk' it's more obvious he's going out to smoke.
mom made fudge. it's delicious. and it's just chocolate chips, condensed milk, vanilla, and a bit of salt.
i've recently been going back through all my posts here and editing my tags. like, deleting the random ones that only have one use. i may just go back the beginning and retag everything, but i feel like that's pointless and will be really weird for me, rereading everything i've done since august 2008. because i did some strange things, like that pic-a-day thing back in like october 08. yeah.
and my spelling is sucking right now. i should probably just brush my teeth [which i'm making a point of doing every night starting with break], taking that melatonin, and and winding down.
complete crack. i have to say, the game is tailor-made for england, and has quite the potential for addiction.
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