goldberry

I WILL NOT BE SATISFIED UNTIL THERE IS BOMBASTIC CHARACTER REVIVAL, OR I WILL REJECT THIS REALITY AND SUBSTITUTE MY OWN.

FOR SERIOUS, WTF.

I AM SO DONE.

I have written 10,000 more words of SOTM backstory. For serious. I have a problem.

This story is out of control. That is all.

Is it weird that I suddenly have the desire to write a long and epic fanfiction for The Prince of Persia.

I just...sometimes...I don't even.

WHAT ARE WORDS.

So, I was wrapping up the second part of Straight On Till Morning today and BAM! I suddenly knew exactly what to do with The Heir and how to write Itachi's story in that fic so that it actually makes sense and I can actually finish the damn thing. I haven't had inspiration to write continuously in like, years, and now all of the sudden my muse is in overdrive.

WTF MUSE.

What?! Psyren is finished? WHO FORGOT TO GIVE ME THE MEMO?!? D:

There are sugar cookies in my cubicle at work. After eyeing them suspiciously, I've decided I must eat them so they will be gone and I won't have to be tempted to eat them anymore.

Makes perfect sense, am I right?

Someone painted drunken shapes on the back of my car with nail polish. Dark purple nail polish. I'm sure some stupid kid thought it would be hilairious to put it on a white car. HUR HUR.

Sometimes I really hate the fact that people can do such senseless things and think it's funny or cool or clever.

Okay, I thought I could take this from Law & Order: SVU, but not you, too, LOST. I obviously need to stop shipping right this minute before I do myself a harm. Either that or the writers could stop with the freaking cliches! I mean, come on, Kate and Sawyer are going to go at it in their wide-open cells in pure daylight with cameras watching them while smoke monsters are running around and Jack's who-knows-where? And Elliot feels the need to make out with Italian Chick Whose Name I Don't Care To Remember even though she's only been around for a whopping two episodes?

That's as bad as Stephen King putting himself in his own novel.

(fill in pouty grumbling here)

In other news, I had my interview today at the police department and apparently the background check they're going to run includes interviewing every teacher I've had since preschool. It says something about me that I find that terribly cool. (And don't you wish you could be a fly on the wall during those interviews?)

Started NaNoWriMo. ♥ Bring on the muses.

And now I'm going to go collapse and hopefully fall asleep early. I'm flat out exhausted today.

Holy crap, I'm updating. My poor little Livejournal has been neglected terribly. (To me, "neglect" is not spamming you at least six times a day. ♥) Work, work, work, and television lately, it seems. I've had absolutely no inspiration to write but I'm not thinking about it too closely lest it become a bad case of writer's block.

So, television. Some of you might remember my horribly embarressing new addiction I mentioned the other day? (As if you needed something else to laugh at me about!) Well, I broke the secret to lemonyloyce who didn't fall off her chair, laughing wildly and pointing, so I figure it's safe to reveal ( the obsession you're going to pretend you didn't know about after this post.Collapse )

And you guys wanted to know. ;D

Besides that moment of insanity, I feel very off kilter right now. I can't write and I can't think and my social skills are almost nonexistant this week. I'm not sure if it's a combination of the last couple of weeks or what, but I'm hoping I get my act together and get over this. I'd like my life back, please. Kthanxbai.

All in all though, I'm in good spirits, just no motiviation to speak of. So no worries about me, I'm doing fine. No more weird low blood sugar levels this week so far, thank goodness.

I hope all of you are having a dandy week. And if you aren't, just let me know whose butt needs to be kicked. That'll get me going for sure!

Oh, and PS. New layout again! goldberry. ♥