Jenmar - Really hot Freddy Krueger.

You know who I hate right now?

Every last person who participated in spn_summergen. Why? Because there are fifty-nine fucking stories that got posted today from that alone and I'm coding the newsletter tonight.

If I'd've known y'all went live I wouldn't've waited until nine to start coding. It's half past midnight and I don't even wanna think about how much more I have to go until I'm done.

Y'all suck, dudes.

And no, it's not a gen thing, it's a mass-posting thing.

Fuckin' A, man. UTorrent is pretty much useless to me now because we found out that when we use it it eats our bandwidth so bad that it lags Phil and Yuss when they play Diablo and makes it slower to load webpages.

I have like, 44GB+ free on my comp right now and now I can't DL Friday Night Lights (Which I need to get caught up on) or Entourage (Which I need to see).

Man, and it was working fine before. Stupid fucking Cox Cable. Bastards.

On the Daddy front I haven't updated y'all on what happened at court because I have no fucking clue. I know that he's still in jail and that a Maricopa Country judge put a hold on him so he can't just be bailed out ASAP but that's it. No one will tell me anything without permission from him and there's no way to get permission from him because me and Yuss and Phil are all on Cricket phones so he can't call us collect.

On the plus side one of the cops from the jail he's in called me today to get Dad's PO's name and number, so that might be good.

Ugh. Okay, so, yeah. Expect a Fannish post coming up soon.

My top ten fanfic pet peeves.

( (Supernatural edition) )

But what else is new?

( Cut for RL. )

Also, on the first--one way or another--we lose our internet. We might lose it a little sooner but I don't know.

I'm currently awaiting word from audrarose or someone else in charge of Big Bang to see if I can get a few extra days to find somewhere I can hop online from for a few minutes to submit my stuff.

I debated posting about this because I know no one cares but hey, it's my journal. Fuck it.

I realize that most of you probably think I sound like a whiny little baby because I'm 21 and complaining because "Mommy won't take care of me" but I don't fucking care.

I'm at 3,617 words on my Big Bang. Including a hundred or so words of notes and scene descriptions.

Also? I have not even picked out my Remix fic yet.

Even better than all that? Is that I'm PMSing so everything I write seems horrible to me and I've got that voice in the back of my head screaming that I wont finish on time and even if I do no one will read/like my Big Bang and I'm wasting my time.

Boo, brain, fuck you.

It's March 16th.

It's two thirty-five in the afternoon.

It's 98 degrees out. That's 36 to you Non-Americans.

Stupid fucking Arizona.

It's called "Let's make Clex cry." It's simple really, just leave Clex alone for a few hours and watch as she signs up for an insane amount of challenges and promptly gets a case of writer's block so bad that she cannot even outline a fic properly.

( Said challenges. )

Also? I hate my sociology teacher. The psycho decided that for class we need to write a piece of historical fiction telling about the history of sociology and using the sociologists.

Yeah, she wants us to write crappy RPF. And? Her suggestion for an opening line, as written on the board?

It was a butal [sic] time, the government was against me and the church was against me.

So emo it hurts. All it needs is to be written in blood and posted on MySpace.

Okay, so MWF I have classes at 0800. That means I'm on the bus at 0700 to get there in time.

I hope the bus today at 0700 and it's still dark outside. It drops me off at college at 0720 and it's still dark outside.

I sit for forty minutes, walk to the cafeteria to try and get some hot chocolate (Which I don't cause it tastes nasty) and then head back to class.

To find a note on the board saying that the first class of the day's teacher, Mrs. Butterfield, wont be here for her 0800 class.

So now I'm sitting here, hungry, thirsty and tired with two hours of nothing to do until my next class.

Mikhale, Julia if you guys are online by 0955 my time ping this, because I'm on MSN but we all know how much ass that sucks.

I think I broke something in my right hand.

We tried to go back to Mom's a few hours ago. We'd been calling her since 1700 with no answer.

Dad drives us to the apartment and Ma's car and CJ's truck are sitting out front. We call and call and knock and there's no answer (Because they locked the top lock and didn' give us a key back when they changed it). Eventually we start kicking and pounding at the door and I pounded so hard that I'm almost positive I broke a bone in my hand.

Again.

I gotta admit, I'm feeling kinda Jared-like now.

I'm gonna sleep on it and see how it feels in the morning. I'm really hoping it's just some broken blood vessels and maybe a bone-bruise.

Oh yeah, and Ma and CK ever did answer their phones or the door. So we're back at Dad's again tonight.

At 0900 I'm supposed to be at Safeway to finish my paperwork and do my four-hour orientation. Because this means I will be starting soon I have already started to further alter my sleep schedule so that I will be ready to be awake 2100-1400.

In an effort not to sleep tonight I have just gone and re-read most of mine and technosage's exploits from Zombie Weekend at an RPG we used to play in. Man I miss that. It was tons of fun and I desperately need to have Dean mention a Zombie Weekend or Zombie Stew in some story in the future.

On another note? I want to shower so badly but am not yet because I need to save that for when my eyes are starting to blur.

On another note? Right before I left Dad's I put a new background on my laptop, it's a New!OTP wallpaper that someone did (On Ma and CJ's comp right now so I can't link or show or anything yet) and I keep randomly looking over to my laptop (Which is sitting open next to me) and staring at the pretty, pretty background. Mm.

Also? In justnow news? I hate my mother. It's amazing how in ten minutes of being awake she manages to: make me feel like shit about still being up, tell me I shouldn't be on the comp, bitch at me for having the sliding door open just barely, and yell at me.

I miss Dad's already. I wish he were closer to work and not Mom.

I was totally in a good mood just a few minutes ago...