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Life. Don't talk to me about life.
Jan. 11th, 2007 06:31 pmI haven't updated in a while, I guess there wasn't much to say (not that I usually let that stop me of course), but things have been happening. I've been getting back into the sing of classes and such like. It still feels kinda like the winter break didn't happen while at the same time like they shouldn't be beginning at all yet (and that makes less sense than usual, good job Aderam).
Of course the other thing that is keeping me off in my own little world is that I'm currently basking in the happy glow of a new fandom. After finishing off season 1 of Supernatural I of course went looking for some fic to go along with it, and thankfully I've found a bunch of good ones that aren't Sam/Dean. *shudders* My squick level isn't exactly low, but that is just WRONG.
Also I keep spending time just watching my fish. They are pretty darn cool. These are the first pets that I've ever owned (except sea monkeys, but I'm not sure they really count since they seemed to flourish rather ridiculously even when I was doing my best to igore them and didn't feed them for ... actually I don't think I ever fed them) and it's just really neat. I tried taking some pictures but only one of them turned out to be any good and I haven't bothered putting it on my computer yet. Funnily enough the problem isn't reflection off the glass, the problem is that Bertram is a twitchy fish and every single picture I have of him is an orange and black blurr instead of a fish.
Tomorrow is the YAS Ball and I am the excited! It's my university's annual formal dance and I didn't go last year because I was sick and I didn't think I'd have a good time. Of course this year I'm of the legal drinking age, so that's also a great bonus. I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone dressed to the nines and to dancing with various people. S says that I should go for as girly as possible because I'm usually very much not girly. C says that I should be as girly as I want to be ("And that's why he's my favourite," says L).
And now I am tired and my battery is running down, so I'm going to go upstairs to my room, plug in Henry and watch my fish for a while as they swim about in their tank.
Of course the other thing that is keeping me off in my own little world is that I'm currently basking in the happy glow of a new fandom. After finishing off season 1 of Supernatural I of course went looking for some fic to go along with it, and thankfully I've found a bunch of good ones that aren't Sam/Dean. *shudders* My squick level isn't exactly low, but that is just WRONG.
Also I keep spending time just watching my fish. They are pretty darn cool. These are the first pets that I've ever owned (except sea monkeys, but I'm not sure they really count since they seemed to flourish rather ridiculously even when I was doing my best to igore them and didn't feed them for ... actually I don't think I ever fed them) and it's just really neat. I tried taking some pictures but only one of them turned out to be any good and I haven't bothered putting it on my computer yet. Funnily enough the problem isn't reflection off the glass, the problem is that Bertram is a twitchy fish and every single picture I have of him is an orange and black blurr instead of a fish.
Tomorrow is the YAS Ball and I am the excited! It's my university's annual formal dance and I didn't go last year because I was sick and I didn't think I'd have a good time. Of course this year I'm of the legal drinking age, so that's also a great bonus. I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone dressed to the nines and to dancing with various people. S says that I should go for as girly as possible because I'm usually very much not girly. C says that I should be as girly as I want to be ("And that's why he's my favourite," says L).
And now I am tired and my battery is running down, so I'm going to go upstairs to my room, plug in Henry and watch my fish for a while as they swim about in their tank.
