Jenmar - Really hot Freddy Krueger.

( Girly TMI )

2) I am cramping so bad I literally can't sit still because I can't find a comfortable position to sit/lay in.

3) I am so nauseous I want to shove my finger down my throat in the desperate hope of feeling better afterward.

4) Yesterday's NL coder is having severe computer issues (see: no net outside of work) and thus Friday's issue never went up.

5) I have to do two days of coding tonight while alternately moving every three seconds, trying to stop fucking crying and and resisting the urge to scream at the top of my fucking lungs for everything.

6) I am so hungry it's not even funny and yet I know I can't actually eat anything right now or it will come back up all over my laptop.

7) I have been awake for two hours and I have to start coding the Newsletter now if I want to get it up sometimes around midnight.

So I was wandering around last night through journals (I think because of Metaquotes but I'm not sure) and I saw some people mention something and had to ask about it.

( Cut for sympathetic pain management )

I tried to look this up yesterday before I lost net access but then realized I had no idea how to do it.

Okay, I've been meaning to ask this for a few days but...

Was I recced somewhere recently? Because I've gotten like, ten comments on stories within the last few days. Older stories. One of which like, four people commented on. And it just feels rude to me to ask people how they found my stuff, like I'm afraid it'll sound accusing and like I don't want them reading it.

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I got home around 2300 last night and proceeded to crawl on the floor in the living room and lie down on my stomach. Freckles was hyper when I got home, like he usually is, and was trying to give me a bath and give me kisses and stuff. I finally get him calmed enough that he's laying on the floor a little bit away from me and Ma, who was on the computer at the time, gets up to go to bed.

Freckles has a spazz out and runs to follow her. So what does she do? Herd him back towards me. Where he proceeds to jump across me and shred the entire back bend of my right knee with his nails. Three and a half long-lines bloody welts right on the fold of my knee. It stopped hurting after a few seconds but still stings even now.

Ow.

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Daddy's got an appointment with a lady in about two hours right now about getting an apartment literally three blocks from the college. Cross your fingers for us guys, okay? Please?

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I have just found out that the first draft of my fic for spn_j2_bigbang has to be 20,000 words.

*Cries*

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I have a whole bunch of bunnies right now that I don't wanna tell anyone about because I want to write them but I cannot get my brain to work right with me lately.

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Hot Incest Dream might be the best name for a band ever. I'd link but someone in the library was actually just talking about him/her/them. I have no clue what the music is but the name wins.

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I have realized something.

( Same speculation for Next week's Heroes. )

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I have a whole bunch new headers now, in addition to the old ones. Lookit! clex_monkie89

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There are certain songs that will always be connected to things for me. Carry On Wayward Son will always be connected with Supernatural for me because Yussie refers to it as "The Supernatural song." #1 Crush by Garbage will always remind me of this one fantastic Smallville Clex vid someone did way back and now I cannot listen to Message In A Bottle by The Police without seeing my brother strumming along to it on Guitar Hero 2 in my head.

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Also? I don't usually rec fic because I tend to read everything offline and it's a pain in the ass to remember to plug Dean into Sam (Heh, totally renamed the laptop Ignore the part where John is plugged in right now, he has shiny sounds on him) and get all the info and stuff but I think I'm gonna start reccing.

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And while we're on the subject of my Geeky retardations? Yuss came into the room on Sunday and I had my stuff all over his bed because my bed was already covered in clothes and stuff and he said very point-blank "Move your computer." Pause. "And Dean." XD

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While we're at it? Lets start the reccing now.

The Frat!Boy 'Verse by keepaofthecheez. J2. Hot. Awesome. Lindsay. Nothing else really needs to be said, does it? Hell, how can you hear "frat" and "J2" and not run right over?

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And now I go now, just until I think of more things to spam y'all with.

MetalliBitch Clex says:
Wanna hear lame? I have a double-eye staph pre-infection.
MetalliBitch Clex says:
I have seventy dollar prescription eye drops I need to use every six hours for the next five days.
MetalliBitch Clex says:
Stupid eyes.
mikhale says:
...how the hell did you get it?
MetalliBitch Clex says:
Dunno. Touching my eyes too much?

Yeah. So that's how I spent my yesterday. Went to the eye doctor at 1515, got my eyes dilated, got my new prescription done, did not cry when I heard the word "staph", and then spent the next six hours with eyes so insanely dilated that I had to walk around like the Unabomber (Hoodie pulled over as much of my face as possible and cheep dark plastic thing behind my glasses).

SO GLAD I finally got around to getting my eyes checked and that I checked the boxes for itchy and dry and red and sore. I totally had just thought it was my allergies being even more retarded than usual.

Also got my lone check from Safeway and then bought a new backpack that'll hold my laptop safely. It's a Swiss Army Backpack and it rocks and it was fifty bucks (The same price as my old one when I got it) and it's awesome and shiny and I'm now on my laptop on the library's Wireless Net.

Oh yeah, also kinda started my outline for the Big Bang thing.

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.

It's almost 0800 and I'm at ?skip=500 and counting with no signs of slowing. *Waves white flag* I give up. If there's anything anyone thinks I should see they'd do well to link me to it here.

Also? I just realized that my stocking isn't even up at Mom's. Last year it went up as soon as we got it. I realize that I'm twenty but I haven't had the chance to do a lot of "holiday" stuff and I try to make up for it now.

Yeah, yeah, fucking call me "Sam" and get it over with, okay?

In more Sammich-like and incredibly ungreatful news I think Mom's getting me a cellphone for Christmas and I'm diosapointed. I don't really know what I want but I know that Ma probably spent a hundred and fifty dollars on something I literally use twice a day. To text CJ and tell him I'm awake or at school and to call Dad if/when I need a ride.

Ugh. I fucking need sleep.

Note to self: Don't watch Lost if you already have a headache.

Owies.

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MOOD IS NOT A SPOILER. IRRITATION IS DUE TO HEADACHE.