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May. 2nd, 2009
( for laura, Smith/Wesson Law School AU. )
( for linds, sam and dean, too-tight laundry )
( for elle, sam/dean, for sam's smile )
for elle's kissing meme...
( jared/jensen, new year's kiss at midnight )
( jared/jensen, post-con giddiness )
( teen!chesters, first kiss )
for comment_fic@LJ
( 3:10 to Yuma, Ben Wade/Charlie Prince, worship )
( dark angel, Max/Original Cindy, better )
( Dark Angel, Alec/Logan, hands )
( Heroes, Angela/Claire, haute couture )
( Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, power bar )
( any fandom (spn), m/f (dean/anna), not quite right )
( Original Work, jordan/scott, sex )
( Heroes, Lyle/Muggles, fearsome twosome )
( Supernatural; wee!Sam & wee!Dean; look cooked from all the sun )
( RPS, Jeff/Jensen/Jared, green beer )
( Star Trek Deep Space Nine, Garak/Bashir, music )
so, the big round-up. some fandom, some rps, some original work. whee!
( for linds, sam and dean, too-tight laundry )
( for elle, sam/dean, for sam's smile )
for elle's kissing meme...
( jared/jensen, new year's kiss at midnight )
( jared/jensen, post-con giddiness )
( teen!chesters, first kiss )
for comment_fic@LJ
( 3:10 to Yuma, Ben Wade/Charlie Prince, worship )
( dark angel, Max/Original Cindy, better )
( Dark Angel, Alec/Logan, hands )
( Heroes, Angela/Claire, haute couture )
( Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, power bar )
( any fandom (spn), m/f (dean/anna), not quite right )
( Original Work, jordan/scott, sex )
( Heroes, Lyle/Muggles, fearsome twosome )
( Supernatural; wee!Sam & wee!Dean; look cooked from all the sun )
( RPS, Jeff/Jensen/Jared, green beer )
( Star Trek Deep Space Nine, Garak/Bashir, music )
so, the big round-up. some fandom, some rps, some original work. whee!
i've spent the vast majority of my day today asleep or in bed (half the day was sleeping on the couch, actually). which, you know, not cool. i had no intention of doing so, but my day's been bordering on lame all day, so *shrug*. like, well, it's derby and i couldn't really leave my house because of all the cruising going on up and down my street. i swear-- louisville during derby is not fun. i've got my brother's car, but nowhere to go. i had my dad and my grandmother arguing over my cousin (who's getting on my last nerve... who gives a shit if you're going to meet paris hilton? she's dumb as a rock.)... and just a bunch of fuckwittery all around.
plus, the whole death of my dreams thing my mom's doing. she doesn't want me to move away, but she doesn't want me to go to grad school. i think she'd be happy if i just bummed around here forever. and trust, that ain't happening. ever. ugh. i wasn't even really considering it except as a way to get into teaching. just... some idea of what i'm going to do. it's not like that ATC thing worked out (which she didn't even want anyway because omg, i'd've moved the fuck away). where'm i going to work next year, huh?? i've got no clue. i was just trying to get a jump on it, ok?
half my grades are in. a B+ in english (way to use that paper to bring me up! got an A on it.) and a B- in french (way to not fail french, yo!). still waiting on the failing grade from linguistics, and the hopefully not failing grade from hip hop. a C would be nice, but i'm not holding my breath. i kinda hate online classes. i had momentum, though. stupid ice storm.
went to the doctor yesterday. got bad news. so, for all my hatred of doctors, this one's actually telling me things i need to hear, as opposed to the general "Lose weight." thing they have going on with me. so. i'm diabetic, right? and totally clueless half the time. i find out that my A1C number (that tells where my sugars generally run) is 11.3. it's supposed to be below 6.5. my doc said that, if he had his way, i wouldn't have walked out of the room. so. heh. guess who has to get a clue? it's not that i didn't know that i'm out of control. i just don't pay attention to it. i've got mom, school, work, the internet... it's a lot easier to just... go through the day, no worries.
i'm kinda glad he didn't do the whole... emotional thing. he asked if that would've worked. if mom hadn't been in the room, i would've told him exactly what i thought about my old doctor doing that shit. it's fake. if you cared, you'd understand that i've got other things that are important to me. worst mistake you can make is telling me that my family's not as important as me. she had the nerve, back then, to ask what i had that i couldn't give up. i looked at her like she was crazy, told her everything's temporary and i haven't got a single thing more important to me than my family. this new guy, he's like "would it help if i yelled and cussed?" and i had to laugh. cause the best way to get through to me? is to tell me flat and let it go. otherwise? i tune you out. it's not that i'm not aware (except about that A1C, which i'd never heard of ever), it's that i don't *care* all that much at the moment.
he tells me that i won't even get to be as bad as my mom. i'll just die. pleasant thought, that.... or not.
so. yes. gotta get on myself now. no more fast food. cutting down on the DB/DC challenges unless i can do them diabetic/Atkins style (don't talk bad about atkins. it actually worked)... more exercise. i've got time the next coupla weeks. may as well hit up the gym at uni. they should be open still. maybe even get in swimming in a few weeks time. if it's still free.
i'm about to go write some comment_fic to make myself feel better.
plus, the whole death of my dreams thing my mom's doing. she doesn't want me to move away, but she doesn't want me to go to grad school. i think she'd be happy if i just bummed around here forever. and trust, that ain't happening. ever. ugh. i wasn't even really considering it except as a way to get into teaching. just... some idea of what i'm going to do. it's not like that ATC thing worked out (which she didn't even want anyway because omg, i'd've moved the fuck away). where'm i going to work next year, huh?? i've got no clue. i was just trying to get a jump on it, ok?
half my grades are in. a B+ in english (way to use that paper to bring me up! got an A on it.) and a B- in french (way to not fail french, yo!). still waiting on the failing grade from linguistics, and the hopefully not failing grade from hip hop. a C would be nice, but i'm not holding my breath. i kinda hate online classes. i had momentum, though. stupid ice storm.
went to the doctor yesterday. got bad news. so, for all my hatred of doctors, this one's actually telling me things i need to hear, as opposed to the general "Lose weight." thing they have going on with me. so. i'm diabetic, right? and totally clueless half the time. i find out that my A1C number (that tells where my sugars generally run) is 11.3. it's supposed to be below 6.5. my doc said that, if he had his way, i wouldn't have walked out of the room. so. heh. guess who has to get a clue? it's not that i didn't know that i'm out of control. i just don't pay attention to it. i've got mom, school, work, the internet... it's a lot easier to just... go through the day, no worries.
i'm kinda glad he didn't do the whole... emotional thing. he asked if that would've worked. if mom hadn't been in the room, i would've told him exactly what i thought about my old doctor doing that shit. it's fake. if you cared, you'd understand that i've got other things that are important to me. worst mistake you can make is telling me that my family's not as important as me. she had the nerve, back then, to ask what i had that i couldn't give up. i looked at her like she was crazy, told her everything's temporary and i haven't got a single thing more important to me than my family. this new guy, he's like "would it help if i yelled and cussed?" and i had to laugh. cause the best way to get through to me? is to tell me flat and let it go. otherwise? i tune you out. it's not that i'm not aware (except about that A1C, which i'd never heard of ever), it's that i don't *care* all that much at the moment.
he tells me that i won't even get to be as bad as my mom. i'll just die. pleasant thought, that.... or not.
so. yes. gotta get on myself now. no more fast food. cutting down on the DB/DC challenges unless i can do them diabetic/Atkins style (don't talk bad about atkins. it actually worked)... more exercise. i've got time the next coupla weeks. may as well hit up the gym at uni. they should be open still. maybe even get in swimming in a few weeks time. if it's still free.
i'm about to go write some comment_fic to make myself feel better.