( angstangstangst )
well, i am supposed to be doing my calc review packet, but who needs math, right? instead i'm working on my twilightbigbang fic of epicness, and it even has a title now, which is unusual just because i can never seem to title anything; usually i just wait until i'm done writing and control+f (or, well, command+f, i guess, since i have a mac now and they really could've left the keyboard the same) an interesting word or else i hit my poetry bookmarks and use the first relevant line that i like (see: this, and this, and this).
our lovely protagonist (moi) happens to be very fond of mac's lash-defining mascara. you might even go so far as to call it her best friend. but, in the tradition of all sexy best friends (hello lex luthor, we miss you) it went bad. how? well...
all of those lovely mascara-aided lashes got stuck to my left contact. so i, of course, went with the reflex of brushing/rubbing them out of the way. and when that didn't work, i (being a very resourceful protagonist, none of that wishy washy bella swan nonsense up in here) attempted to take my contact out. in the car. in a maryland parking lot at 11:30 at night.
unfortunately, no one warned me (oh that evil ministry of
well, the natural course was to rub the eye in question vigorously. which i did. and then my contact ripped in half. in half. and i couldn't even tell if the other half was still in my eye or not.
so, after several badly lit public restrooms, many, many restaurant patrons wondering why on earth the insane girl kept touching her eye and going "ohmygodohmygodohmygod", and a very rushed trip home (surprising sans ticket, but only because we explained to the police officer and he let it slide), we got home.
and then i spent an hour staring at my eyeball in a giant mirror and trying to figure out if the contact (well, half...let's call it halfie, shall we?) was still stuck to my eye and how to get it if it was -- why yes, this period did feature a panic attack, my mother was most unimpressed. by the end of the night we concluded halfie was no longer on my person and so i went to sleep.
but then came morning, all three hours ago (for me). and my eye still felt strange. so after more rubbing (can you tell i was the little kid in preschool with both hands like permanently glued to her face?) out popped halfie. i'm not sure if i was more horrified or relieved. relieved, for obvious reasons. horrified because a. i'd heard all the sleeping with contacts horror stories and b. because if it'd been in all night and we couldn't see it, where the hell had it been?
and so ends the story. i hope you tell it to all your children in the grand style of horror stories everywhere. don't forget the flashlights, blankets, and appropriate exclamations of pure horror.
in more happy news, i spent most of yesterday at meggo's, helping her friend get ready for prom. my makeup skills were put to good use on her at least. who knew i could line someone's eyes without killing them?
prom, by the by, was incredibly fun. i can now run, walk, and dance in four inch heels. whodathunkit?
what's playing on my ipod right now? c'etait salement romantique by coeur du pirate they're really good, and i'm trying to listen to more french music because a. the language is gorgeous and b. i have a test on monday that is supposedly
i have a new ipod. it's shiny (well, only the back, which is a lot less shiny than my old ipod was) and black and silver and it holds 120 GIG. 120. all those movies and tv shows and season passes that i so shouldn't have bought and did? can now totally fit on there. i...i think i might be in heaven.
i'm not gonna lie -- right now, i'm pretty sure i have the best parents ever.
and, since i know a lot of people on lj have kids of their own and are probably doing what my parents do on a daily basis - tearing their hair out and screaming "where did i go wrong?" jkjk - i have these words of advice: materialism never goes unrewarded. support the economy! and your kids will support you. ^^
(in all seriousness though, that's about 15 dogs i no longer have to walk -- thank god)
take me to the riot (stars)
i'm not you're boyfriend baby (3OH!3)
moonshadow (cat stevens)
whiskey lullaby (brad paisley ft. allison krauss)
why yes, my ipod is a little schizophrenic. also, i've discovered that once one starts writing smallville fic it's impossible to stop. impossible (said eddie c. to bella, but that's a whole 'nother story). my fingers have been all twitchy and quivery and impeding-the-designing-of-yearbook-
and i just realized that in getting a mac i can no longer pirate photoshop from my dumb pc-having friends. clearly this is all a plot by apple to slowly but steadily take over the planet by a. making me pay for ridiculously expensive shiny software or b. living without said shiny software.
there are days when i think the world really is out to get me. :'(
you know, it wasn't even the content of the episode (well, not entirely) - it was the pacing that undid me. the whole episode felt so rushed. while i was watching, it felt like taking a roller coaster ride...on acid. i mean, first rokk comes back from the future (for like two seconds, way to be anticlimactic) and is all "you're going to die" and then, next thing i know, there's this supposedly epic clois scene with the phone booth and the anonymous phone calls and the complete lack of chemistry, and then oliver's shooting clark?
and that was all before the first commercial break. really, it'd just be easier to list all the inanely twisterific things in this episode:
( spoilers ahoy )
Spoilers: Season 8. Lots of finale speculation.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't even want to own, considering how bad some episodes have been (Lana? Has superpowers? Really?)
Summary: Are we or aren’t we?
Notes: So this is my first time writing Smallville fic of any kind, so be kind! Comments are very welcome.
"That's what friends do."
Fandom: Twilight/The Dark Knight
Word Count: 3, 975
Disclaimer: Nothing. That's what I own. If I was SMeyer...well, let's just not get into that, 'kay?
Summary: "I called you a bad stalker. That's not exactly an insult."
Notes: This is kind of crazy and completely un-beta-ed, but it more or less ate my brain so I'm posting it now anyway. Title from "Dream of a Blessed Spirit" by Yeats.
I've been thinking of doing a companion to this, too - a chaptered (-gasp- non-one shot Twilight fic? Inconceivable!) fic from Bella's POV with bits and pieces that take place before and after this story.
Title: Glory, Glory, Glory
Disclaimer: So incredibly not mine. Also, title and end quote from Dylan Thomas.
Word Count: 1968
Summary: Her car is already speeding along the road, his words lost in the dust behind her.
Notes: Probably terrible, since it was written between my two hardest finals (oh, calculus, french, why must you torture me so?). Much thanks to the wonderful ophelietta for her amazing, fic-inspiring work - which, as some of you may know, has been a big issue with me lately.
So, to all of you wonderful writers, readers, and assorted others who are involved with this series, I'm coming to you with a request:
Plain and simple, I need someone to revive my joy in this fandom. Lately, every time I think about ficcing Twilight-related anything, the first thought that pops into my head is how incessantly annoying Bella can be, how much the distinctly anti-feminist plot irks me, or the monotony that is Edward-and-the-endless-repeating-of-his-
I know, even as I write this, that this post might be taken in any number of lights, most of them unpleasant. And to all of the people who choose to view it that way, you have my apologies. I mean no disrespect to Ms. Meyer or the effort she put forth into creating the series. It's just that, lately, as I find my own literary horizons broaden, I find myself more and more dissatisfied with the books. For all I know, this is just a temporary fit of irritation brought on by too much deconstructing and too many essays on archetypes. But that's not certain. What I do know for sure is that I, like Bella, found myself hopelessly intoxicated by the Twilight fandom, and no matter how small my contact with it is during the school year, I am highly reluctant to be parted from it - admittedly, doing so would not render me near-comatose from the tragedy of it all, but, in general, I'm not a creature given to extremes, middle school notwithstanding.
If only I could be more eloquent. But it's four in the freaking morning, and I have an Amnesty International meeting tomorrow afternoon. Do with this what you will, fair fandom.
Disclaimer: Je n'ai rien. Which is French for Meyer owns.
Pairing: Edward/Piano, and various others
Word Count: 2,799
Summary: Lazarus, come forth.
a/n: Title from The Weepies. This is un-betaed, so feedback is much appreciated.
I've been toying around with a Twilight fic for quite some time now...it's an idea brought on by the fabulousanythingbutgrey and her personal canon version of Edward...who's pretty amazing and more or less kicks canon!Edward's sparkly cold butt (incidentally, does putting it that way make anyone else think of those $5.00 roll-on body glitter sticks from grade school?)
The thing is, I've got enough to do with science fair and mid-terms and SATs and general I-hate-school-will-it-never-end-itis that I shouldn't even be on lj at all (actually, the only way I've been able to keep up with fandom at all is by checking my friends page on my phone in study hall...which is incredibly awkward looking, but still). The point being, I don't want to start anything right now, especially writing-wise, because the effort I can/have put into it is nowhere near what it should be. So, here's where the advice comes in...read the little snippet below, then tell me...should I continue? Yea? Nay? Or should I leave this up to the
Oh, and keep in mind that this is just the very beginning. This is just a snippet of an idea that I had in study hall and typed up on my phone in the car this afternoon (btw -- touch screen typing? so overrated)
Disclaimer: Not mine. No one knows whose it is, but definitely not mine.
Busy on my fic for twilight_tables. It's taking forever, especially since I took that job babysitting. The kids are pretty awesome, but I haven't watched so much Disney in ages. Hence, my Life With Derek fic (which is my new favorite show...until House comes back on.)
Title: Triangles With Linear Qualities
Characters: Jacob, Bella, mentions of Edward
Summary: This could be a Dr. Seuss book.
Notes: Honestly, I have no idea where this came from. Just....try and enjoy it. Or at least not run away screaming.