So instead of working on backstories/writing assignments from two semesters ago/finding my muse so that I can draw well again...

... I'm sitting here, having pangs of nostalgia for a TFs RP I pretty much abandoned without a word.  I'm wondering if I can find another.  I'm wondering if, if I did, I would actually be able to stick to it for more than a week without losing interest.  I'm trying to remember what the fuck an astro-tick translates to in real-world time.

I think I'm going to watch NCIS and wonder if there's an RP that has Gibbs or Ducky free, instead.

Not the kind that, according to popular belief, inhabit San Fransisco.

Every legend about the Fair Folk, fairies, sidhe, or whatever one chooses to call them, has this in common:

Fairies don't like iron.  It hurts them, blinds them, repels them, right?

So riddle me this:

Why do fairies have an obsession with stealing humans?  Our blood is iron.  Admittedly, not a whole hell of a lot of it, but enough to make it smell and taste metallic.  Why wouldn't proximity to human beings at least make them uncomfortable?

I'm  considering investing in a respec.  I think Tee's gear is good enough and his non-disc mana regen will be high enough that Holy won't make me snarl.

Much.

Okay, it probably will and I'll be switching back to discipline within an hour, but hey.  I haven't played a Holy priest since the few runs of uber-nerfed Kara last fall.  Summer?  Whatever.  I'm kind of tired of having to tell people "no, sorry, I'm disc, I suck at raid heals, please put me on the MT, OT, or essential DPS of your choice.  I'll pop a PoM and a PoH when I can, but no promises, if you die you die sooooo sorry."

I dunno.

... Why am I thinking about WoW instead of just playing it?

A couple of amusing links (I especially like the one with the science badges) and a mini self-rant.

First, the fun part!

http://www.unnecessaryquotes.com/

http://www.scq.ubc.ca/sciencescouts/

Writewritewritewritewrite you stupid fool, WRITE.  It's not hard.  It's one letter in front of another to make words that make sentences that hopefully aren't run-ons like this one.  Sentences that tell a story.  Or possibly just how not to fall down the stairs in the dark.  (Protip: use a flashlight.)  Draw more, too.

Write more.

Draw more.

Play more.

There's only another month or so of summer vacation left.  Don't waste it.

Damnit, courts, legislators, and marriage purists, you're making me look bad.  Well.  Truth be told you're making yourselves and your state look bad, but since I live here and folk tend to generalize...

Yeah.  You're making me look bad.  Knock it off.

www.nytimes.com/2009/05/27/us/27marriage.html

There is no point to this.

So while waiting for info on what it might take to get my PC running again, I caved and got a Twitter account.

I probably won't ever update it and it will most likely be deleted due to inactivity, but hey. I can stalk Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman through it, so. 

Uh.  http://www.twitter.com/terribletrivium

Woo.

So I'm writing this from my parents' computer. This is because my new system... won't boot up. It was fine yesterday and now it won't move past the big green ASUS Motherboard setup screen. Keyboard freezes up.

Despite this, I kind of like Vista. There's a neat WoW Gadget for it that keeps track of realm status and such. It's swell.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAARARARARARARARGH.

That said, I'm thinking of finally typing out all of that backstory I had written.  I have the intro piece done, but I'm not certain I'm brave enough to slap it up on the TBDF forums, let alone the Harbingers'.  One problem is that I've written out Tee's backstory in little bits and pieces.  All of the interesting things that explain why he is what he is.  I'm not certain if I should post them up in chronological order and not worry about the fluff inbetween or what.

... this is why I can't write a novel.  Chapters Do Not Work for me, let alone writing out one long, coherent plot.  Two more photography classes to go.  Two more basic color and design classes.  One more choir practice and a concert next Thursday.  Two more psychology lectures and then a final sometime next week.

Ohgodsstress.

Lots of good things happening lately.

1.  I am now on speaking terms with my basic color and design teacher (I've had her for several classes and we have never gotten along until now.)

2.  The Door Slam Symphony is officially finished.  My dad figured out what was wrong with the front door and now it closes so quietly I can't even tell when someone is entering the house.  Worrying in its own way, but certainly better than being woken at gods-awful in the morning by repeated slamming.

3.  After years of talking about it, I'm finally taking real steps towards upgrading my desktop.  I was going to buy a laptop, but it would've been an HP mini--good for surfing the 'net and staying in contact with people when I'm away, but not for much else.  I've decided to wait on a laptop and upgrade the desktop for better gaming performance instead.  This is in part because one of my friends (also a gamer) has a brother (who is also a gamer and a rather talented programmer--he put a Banhammer into an MMOFPS, among other things) who wants to build PCs for a living. 

He's already sent me a list of parts, totaling to $600.95 with free shipping, and helped me figure out what the wattage is on my power supply and how much space is in my tower.

I don't need to buy a new tower.  Waiting to find out about the power supply.  

I don't want to upgrade to Vista to run this stuff--hopefully I won't have to.

The best thing about this is, he's totally willing to find slightly less top-of-the-line parts for me if I have to go cheaper.  Either way, I'll get a PC that can run WoW at max settings with a perfect framerate.  YESPLZ.  If I go with the current package proposed, I won't have to worry about upgrading again for a few years, and I'll be able to play the next generation of games.

I am very happy.

Apparently I've been blocked from accessing my email from the college.  I can log into any of the accounts that I've made for the purpose of IC journals, so I'm fairly certain it's not a gmail issue. 

This is further supported by the fact that I can log into my main account from home.

What.

These are the beginnings of responses to the challenges on the TBDF forum--neither will ever be finished, but hey.  I should try writing these things for other characters.  Like Tebari.  Or Zulimurah.  Or Shan.

Six Years Ago

Teaghue stood under a tree, wishing it offered a little more shelter from the pounding rain.  Water ran into his eyes and dripped off of his pointed nose, off of his chin.  He leaned against the trunk, rough bark pressing his wet, heavy robes against his back.  He sighed and resolved to wait.  The rain continued to pound down through the leaves, and he found himself thinking back to another day, six years ago, when he’d been doing much the same thing.

Mount

Sharp teeth gingerly clamped down on the back of Teaghue's robes, pulling him backwards.  The priest cursed and stumbled, losing his footing in the snow and dangling from his raptor's jaws like a large and unfriendly kitten.  It took another step back.

Copic multiliners are to Tombo color markers as oil is to water.  Just an FYI.

(But don't let the Copics hear you say that--they're very sensitive and will quit working all together in a fit of angsty rage.)

School libraries are not the place to play flash MMOs when you cannot be silent while doing so.

This guy keeps talking to himself and is, in fact, rather loud.  Good thing I'm not trying to work on an essay, otherwise I'd end up chucking a book at him.

He's also wearing a t-shirt that says something about how games have destroyed his life or some such.  Tempted to go over and say "dude, I'm a gamer too, I know how it is, but seriously try to put a cork in it."

Blahblahstuffblah. 

... started last week's prompt from TBDF, think I'll post it up in here once it's finished.  Wheeeeee~

... it's 10:40 in the morning.

I'm sitting in the campus library.  They guy next to me is listening to his rap music and bopping along.  How do I know it's rap?  Because he has it turned up so loud that I can make out the words as the sound leaks out of his headphones.

This is not an environment conducive to writing.

EDIT:

So fucking tempted to turn up Beethoven so loud that he can hear it over his damn noise.

It is still cold and wet and raining and now there's thunder.

I just learned everything anyone needs to know about human papilloma (sp?) virus.

There is actually a small stream separating the library building and my next class from the rest of campus.  A few minutes ago it was raining so hard that it sounded like a billion little tap dancers were doing their thang on the skylight over my head.

... My hair still isn't dry.  I won't even mention the down jacket I'm wearing.  Okay I did, and I would like to point out that I smell like a wet goose.

There weren't any choir dresses in my size and John wandered off, so I don't know what I'm going to do about that.

I have an art project that might be due tomorrow and even if it isn't I don't have the glue or the supplies that I need for it.  I also haven't started my latest photography project.

Go me.

Ugh I want to take my uterus out with a rusty spork.  It decided to scream at me in choir and I actually doubled over in pain.  Whooo.

There is not enough coffee in the WORLD right now, which is okay, because I shouldn't be drinking it this week anyway.

I know a lot of people that speak in questions.