Shoo midterms. You are not wanted. -_-'

I have broken 1000 words! I have also written porn for the first time! Who the hell does a threesome their first time? Me apparently. Oh the gifts I give my darling wifey, I am so very sorry; You deserve much more.

Title: My thoughts were so loud, I couldn't hear my mouth.
Pairing: Bob/Gerard/Spencer, Bob/Spencer
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title belongs to Modest Mouse.

( Nekkid Times Within *hides behind hands* )

AN: Please comment? Especially if I failed at this, it is something I feel I should be informed of.

I have this thing where I'm kind of, sadly, CRIPPLINGLY SHY. Seriously, I hide in a corner and lurk ever so carefully around pages. I am the master at refusing to comment because I would feel ridiculous about why anyone would want to see what I thought of their amazing fic. I had much better internet!confidence when I was 14 :\

In other news, I got to hug my mom today. It was kind of the best thing ever. I haven't seen her in a month and then I got two hugs in the span of five minutes and I feel lighter while simultaneously feeling like I should go huddle under a pile of blankets and sob for a while.

I'm about five seconds away from going crazy, here's how I know:

-I've been holed up in my house for the past two days because of an insane amount of homework
-I've consumed 4 POTS OF COFFEE TO MYSELF just to stay awake to finish said homework
-I've been shaking for the last three hours

Should I be scared? I'm kind of scared. I'M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS TO BE HAPPENING. HLYSHT.

So, school and work have decided to get together and eat up all of my free time and brain power. Not very nice if you ask me. Because of this, I highly doubt that any writing will be going on (even less than usual if you can believe it!) but sharpisignature has some wonderful things going on at her journal which you should all check out!!

(Also, I see you invisible people and not so invisible people. Do not think you are being stealthy in your lurking, I know all. Comment! Or Friend Me! I like people and do not bite...often.)

Rating: G
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Summary: kidfic, au
Author's Note: Cut text/Title from Moon River by Frank Sinatra. Apparently, rather than resting for school I write little things like this.

( There's such a lot of world to see. )

Here's hoping for a better year.
Cheers my friends, party it up tonight!

I have been up all night having an epiphany of the unhappy sort. ( Feel free to skip over )

On a lighter note, I've reworked the kitten!fic; expect to have it on your f-list pages by tonight..._Hopefully

I've been feeling well...fuzzy, to say the least, for the past few days. Not on top of my game. Up in the clouds. However the cookie crumbles, I'm just off. I was missing you internet, thank you for delivering ^^

Oh LiveJournal,

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

I was having an awful day, awful awful awful, I wanted to curl up in a little ball of gloom and not move ever again. But then I came home to all of these comments and well, My Glee!face, let me show you it xD!!!!!!! I was beaming and flailing, and stuttering every which way.

I always have a moment of panic right before I post to a community.
Did I get the cut right? Will anyone even look at this? What if everyone hates it? What if an anonymous decides to get snarky with me?! D:
Excuse me while I go regain lung function...

Title: Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base?
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title and Cut-text from Of Moons, Birds & Monsters by MGMT.


( If the ship will never come you've got to move along )

In about half an hour my roommate and I will be making a...wait for it...

GINGERBREAD TRAIN

I'm so ridiculously excited, a train, made of delicious cookie and candies, that I get to put together with icing while listening to Christmas carols and then devour while watching Fred Claus!!!!!!! /flail

( Edited to include pretty pictures )

Drinking eggnog and having a stalking competition which somehow formed into more of a commenting competition, but it's really one and the same.

Time well spent? I think so.

Hi shiny new icon! I will always approve of scruffy SpencerSmith in a sweatervest. It does things to me.

I've been unable to get into my account for the past few hours... Did anyone else have this problem or was I hacked??

If the second choice is the case, I apologize wholeheartedly for any comments this account may have made and DAMN YOU HACKERS, find something else to do with your life else I shall spork you in the eyeball.

For whatever reason, my lightbulb has decided that I no longer require it to work.

This is a problem.

I am absolutely terrified of the dark. Eighteen years old and my nightlight (aka. laptop) is one thing I cannot be without. Thankfully I have a fairly bright hallway light and a seemingly reflective door, so given the right circumstances my room seems almost well-lit rather than a dark, shadowy cave D:

Not cool lightbulb, not cool.

Title: Some just laid around in bed.
POV: First Person
Pairing: No names are mentioned but it was written with Jon/Spencer in mind
Summary: Early, early, the sky still dark, we wake.
Author's Note: A very short piece, written as a bedtime story for a very dear friend, believe it or not. Cut text and title from the song Red Right Ankle by The Decemberists

( This is the story of the boys who loved you )

The past two weeks or so since my last post have really been filled with not nearly enough to explain that long of an absence, but here, have a little insight:

-I finally found a new job, after weeks of searching (economy, why must you hate me so?)

-I went to my mother's house for a few days to visit my brand new fuzzballs of love (aka. kittens[!!!!!])

-I cleaned the 500 sq ft apartment, three times. (If you don't want tiny places to become messy, avoid having messy/lazy people over. They tear through your groceries and once tidy rooms)

-I have started a del.ici.ous account after putting it off for months. So far every bookmark has been patd/tyv based (don't expect this to change) and the majority is Spencer!centric (I've found that Spencer/anyone is my OTP)

-And lastly, I have been attacked by plot bunnies, namely by Bob's Bar and Grill (Filled with all members of bandom and cliches to the point of bursting), pre-split Panic!Kitten fic (I blame the ones at home, there are four of them and they all have very distinct personalities already), and a Spencer mpreg I've had on the brain for a while. Unfortunately, lack of experience and motivation has put the fic far, far down the line.

It is much too early here and I've been without internet for a few days now, it is time to drown in caffeine and browse dotcoms_refresh for anything I might have missed.