Oh fandom ...

This Yahoo! Messenger thing you all use is peculiar. I do not think I entirely understand it, which is rather pathetic as it is constructed entirely out of what are evidently meant to be giant, friendly buttons. I can't imagine that it helps that I have the OS X version of the client, which was probably coded by monkeys who had once seen the Windows client through a ripply window, if it's anything like the OS X AIM client, which of course I don't use. Adium forever!

See, I don't mind compiling my own alpha version of the client, it's these gigantic buttons that get me.

Anyway, I'm scary elf lady, as I apparently registered that Yahoo! account ages ago. Back when my brother still called me that, even. It was cute. I threatened him with forks and rubber bands on a moderately regular basis.

Aside from scanning and making Eloise icons, I printed out Aziraphale and Crowley, who have joined my wall of slash (yes, even the way they stand there is slashy) and they're gazing at me even as I speak. Type. Type very badly, lying in bed with Pan propped up in my lap.

I should go to sleep, as I'm obviously too incoherent to get done any of the great papers/projects I should be working on, but I do not know if I can because my suitemates will never stop playing loud music. I swear, all of them have stopped studying or going to class or anything, and they all just sit around in the common room all day and do crafts. And on Saturday they all moved their mattresses into the common room to have a slumber party (complete with matching pajamas) and they have not moved them back.

Moving out. Moving out in seventeen days, I keep telling myself. But that means I have to get everything done before then waaaaaaaaaaaah ...

Oh fandom ...

This Yahoo! Messenger thing you all use is peculiar. I do not think I entirely understand it, which is rather pathetic as it is constructed entirely out of what are evidently meant to be giant, friendly buttons. I can't imagine that it helps that I have the OS X version of the client, which was probably coded by monkeys who had once seen the Windows client through a ripply window, if it's anything like the OS X AIM client, which of course I don't use. Adium forever!

See, I don't mind compiling my own alpha version of the client, it's these gigantic buttons that get me.

Anyway, I'm scary elf lady, as I apparently registered that Yahoo! account ages ago. Back when my brother still called me that, even. It was cute. I threatened him with forks and rubber bands on a moderately regular basis.

Aside from scanning and making Eloise icons, I printed out Aziraphale and Crowley, who have joined my wall of slash (yes, even the way they stand there is slashy) and they're gazing at me even as I speak. Type. Type very badly, lying in bed with Pan propped up in my lap.

I should go to sleep, as I'm obviously too incoherent to get done any of the great papers/projects I should be working on, but I do not know if I can because my suitemates will never stop playing loud music. I swear, all of them have stopped studying or going to class or anything, and they all just sit around in the common room all day and do crafts. And on Saturday they all moved their mattresses into the common room to have a slumber party (complete with matching pajamas) and they have not moved them back.

Moving out. Moving out in seventeen days, I keep telling myself. But that means I have to get everything done before then waaaaaaaaaaaah ...

GIP and loff

Icon. Useful if, I dunno, I feel the urge to get into a RPS or a twincest flamewar or somesuch. Anyway, I like it.

If I were all sensible and business-like about things, I should probably re-write my hosts file to block livejournal.com until I get some stuff done. (Of course, if I were really that sensible and business-like about things, I should have gotten stuff done already, but yeah ...)

However, you lot cheer me up enormously every day, so I think that would ultimately be counterproductive.

Right then, moving along.

GIP and loff

Icon. Useful if, I dunno, I feel the urge to get into a RPS or a twincest flamewar or somesuch. Anyway, I like it.

If I were all sensible and business-like about things, I should probably re-write my hosts file to block livejournal.com until I get some stuff done. (Of course, if I were really that sensible and business-like about things, I should have gotten stuff done already, but yeah ...)

However, you lot cheer me up enormously every day, so I think that would ultimately be counterproductive.

Right then, moving along.