some people see the revolution

today was busy, and full, and I am tired, but I had biscuits and vegetable soup and I had made both of them, and that was very nice. and now I am going to do some dishes and sit and hopefully write and go to bed, while listening to BSG music and being completely and overwhelmingly in love with it, and missing Kara Thrace and Lee Adama and the Fighting Agathons and Tory-who-stayed-with-her-people and GAH. (omggg, you guys, the Adama family theme! it is like the embodiment of all the sad Scottish songs that I have sung, the last year my sister and I were in choir together, and in our last concert we sang to each other and I cried during Auld Lang Syne because my sister was horrible and LOOKED at me during the verse I'd told her reminds me of us so much and it is the ADAMAS, who are heartbreaking in every way, and also bent around Kara Thrace. GUYS. D:)

last night's SPN! ( spoilers! )

today's poem is by Richard Siken, who I love, and it starts out odd but you have to stick with it because it is absolutely amazing and it ends with a sucker punch that makes you want to re-read it again and again. The formatting is off, but you can see it in it's original formatting here as well.

Boot Theory by Richard Siken

( A man walks into a bar and says: )

things that are important about April: it is National Poetry Month! I have been very distracted from this for various reasons, but have a poem! I shall probably be posting them haphazardly throughout the month, though I shall cut them if they are very long.

Emptying Town by Nick Flynn

I want to erase your footprints
from my walls. Each pillow
is thick with your reasons. Omens

fill the sidewalk below my window: a woman
in a party hat, clinging
to a tin-foil balloon. Shadows

creep slowly across the tar, someone yells, "Stop!"
and I close my eyes. I can't watch

as this town slowly empties, leaving me
strung between bon-voyages, like so many clothes
on a line, the white handkerchief

stuck in my throat. You know the way Jesus

rips open his shirt
to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny,
the way he points to it. I'm afraid

the way I'll miss you will be this obvious.

I have a friend who everyone warns me
is dangerous, he hides
bloody images of Jesus
around my house, for me to find

when I come home; Jesus
behind the cupboard door, Jesus tucked

into the mirror. He wants to save me
but we disagree from what. My version of hell
is someone ripping open his shirt

and saying, Look what I did for you...

Sick as a dog.

Throwing up about every 10 minutes, can't keep anything down, and really miserable.

Need cheering up. D:

FIRST and most importantly as well! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, zempasuchil . I hope it is a fabulous one. :D I would write you things, but I am afraid that I am too busy. <33333 I shall make do with good wishes and cheer! LOVE YOU LOTS AND LOTS.

Speaking of busy: this Saturday my mom leaves for New Zealand. She'll be gone for a week attending my sister's wedding. My older sister is out West skiing with her boyfriend and his family. Essentially, this means that I'm in charge of meals, cleaning, school, and getting everyone (including me) to school/baseball/other places on time for a week. This will Not Be Fun, especially because both of my younger siblings are kind of jerks when it comes to cleaning. I do almost all of the cleaning in the house - they do some yard work on Saturdays and make lots of messes. (Yesterday night I found molded over steak in the back of the stove, which I had had no occasion to use or clean since last Friday. I had mistakenly assumed that others weren't just dumping dirty frying pans and plates in there.) When I ask them to clean, they don't. When I get angry at them because of that, they yell and say that I never do anything. At which point I go really quiet and kind of scary. It is not fun.

Also: ScriptFrenzy and Remix, same time. I can... totally do this? Uh. TOTALLY. well, I can, but it'll be tough. but I am SO PLEASED to be writing Cabin Fever, SO PLEASED you have no idea. I have been needing a new original fic project to distract me from wanting to turn to go nowhere with you into a whole 'verse.

Three tests recently - one today, one last Tuesday, one take-home due next Tuesday. Got a 61% on the Biology test, which is killing me inside. I just. GAH. It's definitely my fault, there. *facepalm*

Okay time for happy things. happy things like writing memes! TWO OF THEM. an old favorite and one picked up from fahye.

Ask me a question about one of my fics -- characters, plot, what happened before or after, what the writing process was like, what scenes I cut or changed, other ways the fic could have gone, relevant bits of backstory/headcanon/worldbuilding, what a certain line or scene meant or was in reference to, what various characters were doing offscreen, or anything else you can think of. Questions can be as silly/serious/sexy as you like.

+

Give me the title of a story I've never written, and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any of: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got posted, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I'd been able to salvage, or something else that I want readers to know.

ETA: THAT'S IT I'M GOING HOME AND MAKING SOMETHING WITH SUGAR OR AT LEAST VAGUELY SWEET AND NOTHING CAN STOP ME I SWEAR TO GOD. *glitter rage meltdown* Shit, I knew I was heading towards this. It's what I was trying to avoid with cathartic sad TV, which worked but not as long as I'd hoped. Now I'm tired and crying in the school library for NO REASON whatsoever. goddamnit. I have a driving test tomorrow and I cannot fail it and. I just.

going home. making sugar. doing writing memes and fixing Pevensies/Winchester of Doom and I am going to HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND.

all kinds of things!

first things first, and out of the way. I am fabulous. doing well, controlling my mood swings (yesterday with the aid of horribly sad TV - don't ask how that works, but it totally does. catharsis or something.), and getting lots of work done. signed up for Remix, and cannot wait. have been writing quite a bit, including ~1K of sequel-ish Edmund/Ianto hijinks. Unfortunately for easy writing, Jack just had to go and add onto Ianto's already considerable abandonment/intimacy issues, which means I cannot write gratuitous kissing until I resolve said ~issues~. also, it is raining and generally being spring-like in FL, and it is FANTASTIC. I cannot get over how much I have missed the azaleas and the tall tiny purple flowers and the clover and SPRIIIING. so pretty!

NOW FOR RECCING. you guys, this could take a while.

( Oh, fandom. You'll be the death of me yet. )

And now I'm going to go to sleep! WOOO.

EDIT: Fixed the link to the SGC training days story, thanks Mercury!

Hey! I'm hoping to finish the Edmund meets Ianto (in a park, not a bar. the bar comes into it later. a lot.) thing for the 'a ficathon walks into a bar' challenge today or tomorrow, and will need a beta for it, because I'm pretty sure half of this is being written in a state of mind most commonly known as 'kinda cracked out.'

Fic is verging on 2K, not done, and contains so far: time loops, parks, beer, minotaurs, unknown languages, crack, conversational jabs, snark, and flirting. It'll probably contain by the end: Edmund punching Jack, goring by minotaurs, resets, shared angst, ridiculous pranks, absolutely no explanation of what Edmund's doing in Cardiff, and solving the problem. Somehow.

Timewise, this is set shortly post Cyberwoman for Torchwood and after The Silver Chair but other than that unknown for Narnia.

+ today is apparently the International Day of Awesomeness? that's cool! I shall therefore pimp out erasureathon, because the mini one is coming to a close and there are some absolutely GORGEOUS poems up.

+ in that vein, I just posted my own erasure for this erasureathon. :D

and call it correspondence
~500 words
an erasure of Operating Instructions by nextian 

The next morning send a neat note.

+ Tired but happy. Hopefully I can get in some actual reviewing tonight? That would be nice. :D

Oh  shit you guys.

Time to get out the fandom awesomeness again!

(you guys, my sister and her fiance are right where a tsunami would hit New Zealand. ack ack ack!)

hey guys, remember how I wanted to write that one essay about kids getting kicked out of fantasy worlds?

yeah, well, I have a research project assignment in ENC1102. approximately 10-page page paper on anything I want in literature.

*flails*