stunt_muppet

For once I'm not procrastinating on something-or-other. Well, actually, I am, but I'm not procrastinating on anything due tomorrow. So there.

Someone please tell my inner drama llama to stop biting me in the ankles. It's been trying to tear off my flesh since I started yet another Miami h/m angstyfluff. Unfortunately, it can't, because it's an imaginary llama. So it's just kind of like getting assaulted by an angry six-month-old. Annoying.

Where should I put all this stuff I'm writing, anyway? I'm feeling kinda guilty for dumping it all on y'all, especially because at least 50% of my flist doesn't care about my various fandoms and at least 70% of my flist doesn't care about CSI: Miami (which is the fic kick I'm on at the moment; I'm sure I'll move on soon).

I suppose I could start a fic journal, where I'd dump everything (including stuff from lawandorder100 and stuff that would normally stay on DeviantArt, namely my video game/cartoon/anime fanfiction), but, trouble is, unless I started doing some serious heavy-duty pimping (and I'm not good at that) nobody would ever read it.

I could reactivate my old fanfiction.net account; I haven't used that for a long time. Trouble is, I have three fanfics on there that I haven't updated in years, and I'd feel kind of guilty if I just let them drop off into nothingness and then sprang onto completely new fandoms. I'd like to try to finish at least Eternal Darkness: Origins before I post new stuff, just to show I haven't forgotten it. That's easier said than done, because looking at the old chapters of Origins is just embaressing now. I started writing that thing over three years ago, and I can't figure out why I sucked so much back then. I mean, I heard people speaking on a daily basis; why was it that I couldn't write dialogue for shit? But that's another rant for another day.

I could join various fanfiction groups and post there, but there are a variety of reasons why I wouldn't like to. In the case of my Miami fic, there's one reason in particular: h/m angst has been done to a thousand deaths. The world doesn't need more of it, particularly not when far better authors have already done it better. I'd feel embaressed dumping out boring, repetitive fluff - I enjoy writing it, but that doesn't mean anyone else would enjoy reading it, and I know that. Plus, my favorite pairing seems to be rather unpopular in the fan community. In the case of my other fic...well, similar reasons, but mostly because I honestly don't think I'm a good enough writer or have enough original ideas to subject people to my full-length fanfiction on a regular basis. The main reason that I'm in even the one fanfic community I'm in is because I'm getting pretty good at writing drabbles.

Bleh. I hate it when I start pondering these things. Any suggestions?

And - oh yeah. There's the title topic to talk about.

Well, for starters, there was Saturday night's R party. I've decided that yes, joining R really was a good idea. We sat in a circle, got ourselves introduced, and then all went downstairs for an exciting night of...playing Taboo. Yep, that's right. We all got into two or three big circles and played one of those handheld, pass-around games that was almost *exactly* like Taboo. And we completely didn't pay attention to the score. It was so much fun.

Alcohol was only allowed in the basement, so upstairs they were having a kind of mini-dance party instead. Even downstairs, where we were playing, the only thing they served was beer and champagne, and while there were people drinking, nobody got drunk (at least not that I saw). Eventually, someone anounced that a group of people were heading over to the senior apartments for shots; some people left, but most of the house stayed where they were. And we kept on playing Taboo until we got bored and started talking instead.

It didn't hit me how strange this was for a 'sorority party' until about 3 that morning. R closed up at about 11, because they needed to use the house for something; I ended up spending the remainder of the evening in my room (big surprise), quietly drinking tea, drawing, and watching Pirates 2 (which is where that crazy hormone-fueled post came from). It was about that time that severely inebriated people started meandering in from other parties. It occured to me that most of the people at the R party had left, if not sober, than at least still reasonably capable of controlling themselves.

I think I really will like it here. Although I did miss out on tonight's house dinner, but I'm okay with that because my daddy was in town, and family takes precedence over house functions. :)

After that, not much interesting happened until today. They were having a blood drive in the Union, so I decided to sign up and do it in spite of my nervousness. Hey, I'll never get over it if I don't try it, right? So I signed up for a spot about an hour before my class started, figuring that I'd have enough time to get my blood taken and go to class.

See, I had counted on not passing out. Which I did.

The procedure itself went fine. A nurse took my health history and I waited for a few minutes with an intimidating-looking mess of plastic tubing before I was finally called up. The nurse taking my blood saw how nervous I was and did a wonderful job calming me down; she chatted and joked and kept saying "You're almost done, honey." - she was amazing. I still couldn't look at the needle, though.

So, after about fifteen minutes, I had donated all the blood that they needed and she took the needle out. She helped me to my feet, put my bandage on, and directed me to the table where they were providing snacks and drinks to people who'd just donated. I sat down with the guy behind the desk, had some apple juice and cookies, and chatted with him about not being able to look at the needle in my arm.

All of a sudden, I started feeling really dizzy, and my arm started to go numb. I leaned back in my chair to calm down.

The next thing I remember is being on my back on the floor, staring at the ceiling, with one of the nurses holding my feet up and the others asking me if I knew where I was. That was pretty wierd.

So, once I came to, they wheeled me over to a curtained-off area, where they put me in a cot and I had to lie down for about thirty minutes before the dizziness went away. So yeah. I wrote an apologetic e-mail to my professor. Hopefully he won't be mad.

I wonder why I only update at midnight. Hmm.

I start working again next week. Maybe that will force me back into a routine and stop the laziness.