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not sleepy in the slightest.

had the worst day today. except when my brother brought Rock Band for Wii home. me and the drumkit are friends for life. (also, wasn't bad on guitar, i just prefer actual percussion?)

had a better day yesterday, i think. went to the irish rover with some friends/friends-of-friends. terrible food. good guinness. made friends with this girl's husband cause we were the only ones who actually *like* guinness. (since i rarely drink alcohol, and don't drink beer, i don't get why i like guinness, but i do.) so. had a pint. went to see get smart. was pleasantly surprised by the funny. went to steak-and-shake and watched people drink their shakes as i was broke. slept through this morning. i think that maybe beer makes me mean when i wake up. not hangover--no headaches, no light sensitivity... just an overwhelming desire to stay asleep.


killed the drums today on Rock Band, though. so much for my folks not wanting me to be into rock music. :D


in other news, i never said that i loff my brother. when he got back from chicago last month(?), he brought me a tigger from the disney store. tigger has a springy tail. i'm easily won over. maybe i only love him for what he gives me or does for me.

still no car, but i'm going shopping with my uncle in the morning and hopefully will find something. there's a ford focus out in the county that i was supposed to look at saturday, but guy never answered his phone. so, whatev. bump him.

white boys are shady. remind me not to talk to phil logan for the next time i see him. because, i mean, we hang in the same circles at the moment. when someone says hi? you acknowledge it. he almost redeemed himself by giving the "can't talk now, but i'm raising my eyebrows in greeting like a big dumbass" signal as i walked past. whatever. you're not cute, phil logan. and more importantly, you're younger than me. :P i won't be childish, but next time? act like you aren't 12 years old.

i'm really hungry. i hate being hungry at 1 in the morning.

i have to go to a dermatologist. my face keeps breaking out in like... itchiness. and little bumps. i swear i'm allergic to my brother-in-law. maybe that'll make sure i'm not around him anymore. *hears the hallelujah chorus*


on a writing note, instead of writing my two projects for summerwrite as planned, i'm writing in several different stories/novels at once. BAD MORGGIE. so, if you look over at shadows_of , there'll probably be... uh...

1. another history boys ficlet (now with PWP)
2. another interlude/chapter from Ret-Con (yep, PWP)
3. a chapter from life @ 23 (i know, long time in coming)
4. blatant Mary Sue!Fic with Jensen Ackles in Paris (now with added jaredandsandy!backstory)
5. maaaaaaaaaaaybe something from sanpit (chapter six, which is even longer in coming).

now if only i didn't keep getting stuck on small-talk in Regency england, you'd also have... *dorky music* another chapter from A Servant of Duty.  but i fail.  i think i'm going to have them fade off with a chat about horses.  and then emilyanne walking up all diva and anton trailing off and proving he's a sad, sad excuse for a man and he's really a pussy romantic underneath it all.




also, diflucan? NOT a wonder drug.  *hates*

life @ 23, chapter 4: 21, part 1

life @ 23
Chapter 4: 21, Part I

( so we hold on tight, split a cab, and call each other up when we get home.... falling asleep to the sounds of silence )