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Just got back from Envy's 18th birthday party and am about ready to slip into a coma. Being with my friends just takes so much energy...Worth it, though, even if just for getting to watch Jacob change colors when he overhears something like "clonesex incest" or "I want to become a nudist." He has no ability to cope with perversion. It's almost sad.
We went to Heaven Dragon for lunch, and Envy totally loved the linoleum tile square I gave her as a present, along with the spoon. She said she's going to hang it up in her dorm room - I really, really hope she does that. Then we went to Explora. It's always full of midgets, and we scare them, I think, which I suppose is rather the point - we certainly didn't learn much about science. We did spend ages riding up and down in the elevator, since it had a sofa in it. There was so much glomping...we have brought it to an artform, in my opinion. It's dangerous, though - I kept banging my arm against the wall, and Roy hit me in the face. These outings are not for the faint of heart. My only regret? If we were British, we could have taken her out and got her plastered, since she'd be legal, which would be either terrifying or hysterically funny. I'm inclined to the first one. I can't even imagine me drunk - I think I'd either be a babbling drunk, a fighting drunk, or an uninhibited slut drunk. All of which would be fun.
Major source of angst now is all my hanging writing projects. I have a couple of FMA stories lurking in the back of my brain, especially the college fic that I still can't start because I'm not actually at school yet. Then there's the various lingering one-shots - my river Lethe fic, a Remus fic about him sleeping with Tonks as Sirius, one about him looking at Teddy and thinking about the life he and Sirius could have had, the second part of Raising Shinobi, the third part of He Just Doesn't See, and a Zack fic about paintball. And I reeeeeeeeally want to start my KH alt ending fic, but I'm not quite sure how to get it going. Gah. I feel so unaccomplished. I think I just need to stop comparing myself to incredibly brilliant authors like twigcollins and thorne-scratch, or the Shoebox writers. I will get there eventually!
And damn Roy. She got Banana Phone stuck in my head.
We went to Heaven Dragon for lunch, and Envy totally loved the linoleum tile square I gave her as a present, along with the spoon. She said she's going to hang it up in her dorm room - I really, really hope she does that. Then we went to Explora. It's always full of midgets, and we scare them, I think, which I suppose is rather the point - we certainly didn't learn much about science. We did spend ages riding up and down in the elevator, since it had a sofa in it. There was so much glomping...we have brought it to an artform, in my opinion. It's dangerous, though - I kept banging my arm against the wall, and Roy hit me in the face. These outings are not for the faint of heart. My only regret? If we were British, we could have taken her out and got her plastered, since she'd be legal, which would be either terrifying or hysterically funny. I'm inclined to the first one. I can't even imagine me drunk - I think I'd either be a babbling drunk, a fighting drunk, or an uninhibited slut drunk. All of which would be fun.
Major source of angst now is all my hanging writing projects. I have a couple of FMA stories lurking in the back of my brain, especially the college fic that I still can't start because I'm not actually at school yet. Then there's the various lingering one-shots - my river Lethe fic, a Remus fic about him sleeping with Tonks as Sirius, one about him looking at Teddy and thinking about the life he and Sirius could have had, the second part of Raising Shinobi, the third part of He Just Doesn't See, and a Zack fic about paintball. And I reeeeeeeeally want to start my KH alt ending fic, but I'm not quite sure how to get it going. Gah. I feel so unaccomplished. I think I just need to stop comparing myself to incredibly brilliant authors like twigcollins and thorne-scratch, or the Shoebox writers. I will get there eventually!
And damn Roy. She got Banana Phone stuck in my head.
