When life hands you lemons, slash them with limes

Hey there oldnew friends!!! I kinda missed y'all! ♥

Popcorn for dinner tonight, because I rock. I swear, I would be so much better at this whole adulthood thing if I did not hate the task of feeding myself so much. I mean, I like to eat. It's just the prep work that kills me.

Last night, I broke down and got a paid account and uploaded a bunch of my old icons. I am amused by all of my S1 SAMANDDEAN icons. Also, CMM shitting in filters will never not be funny. Not. Ever. JSYK.

I've been doing wrisomifu this month (ten minutes of writing- I'm all about obtainable goals) and I'm quite pleased with the results for the most part. I tend to go over my ten minutes, though tonight I might just call it quits at that mark. I have had a ridiculous vommity headache all day today. It's made me mildly cranky, tbqh.

I swear, there were like three more things I wanted to say and then I sat here and stared a the computer for five minutes. IDEK, y'all.

New Supernatural tomorrow. Who's excited?

Yesterday I spent most of the day angry and feeling VERY SORRY for myself (fun fact: I do not deal well with feeling embarrassed. If I am reminded of a time when I embarrassed myself horribly, even if it's been awhile, it's as bad as if it just happened. Beware wounded Aries pride...). It happens sometimes.

But then I went to Happy Hour with my girls and one of them had TOTALLY AWESOME news to share and it was great!!!

Then I woke up at three a.m. feeling horrible and vommity. (fun fact #2: this is why I don't drink.)

So I'm feeling quite angry about having to work today. I would rather curl up in bed for another six hours or so. Bleh. But, hey! New show tonight!!

In the meantime, here's that meme going around (ganked from rhythmsextion) because, well, because! (All my fic can be found in my master post):

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

Annnnnnnnd, now I'm totally going to be late for work. POOR POOR ME!!! Whatever, it's Thursday.

This weekend has not been as relaxing as I had hoped. Today I have to go run errands and procure for us a new microwave, as the one we have has up and died on us. The tragedy in this is that I have delicious leftovers that I can't heat up for lunch before I go. *sadface*

My plans of sleeping in were thwarted yesterday by a bulldozer chopping up pavement in the parking lot across the street. The parking lot of the restaurant that provided me with nommy meatfood dinners Friday night. As you might have guessed, I felt rather conflicted about this.

I had a dream last night that someone had lent me their cassette tape of Twilight: The Musical. IDEFK, you guys. The hilarious part is that she (I don't remember who it was) came back and took it from me before I had a chance to listen to it. She was all, "Yeah, I can't go without this overnight." And then she was like, "My favorite part is when Edward is talking about how he met Bella and was like, 'You know, stalking, pining, the usual.'" Except she sang it. It's like my brain is trying to use my love of musicals against me.

Also, roommate's dad and cousin are visiting until Wednesday. Cousin is a musician, so I have been making him listen to my favorite bands/singer-songwriters. Because I'm that jerk. Let this be known! If you visit me, I will make you listen to my musics (or, if you were in our room at Wincon, you might know this already, as I made you listen to the new Lucero). He seemed to like said music, though, which is why I generally feel justified in doing this. More often than not, people leave our house converts of some band or another.

Bleh. Okay, so what I need to do is: Check my laundry, get coffee, go to the stores. At least it is sunny out today. Dear TN, thanks for that. It's why I love you, bb!

Dear internets,

My living room smells like a sandwich. I am not sure why. I have not consumed any sandwiches in recent memory and this is not Subway. Did someone hide a sandwich in my couch? That would be a weird thing to do.

Anyway, just thought I'd mention it.

Sincerely,
EJ

P.S. Culprit discovered - it was the half-cup of coffee and milk left to rot on the coffee table. This, btw, would be my roommate's doing. Coffee rarely goes unfinished in my presence.

Dear old Cup of Coffee,

Thank you for smelling like a tasty sandwich instead of old rotting yuck. I'm not quite sure how you managed that, but kudos. I'm almost sad to dispose of you, as I suspect you might be magic, but I really do need to clean up.

In my defense, it's been a busy week and I have simply not had the energy to clean. Thank you for not judging my slovenly ways, old cup of coffee. In another life, perhaps, I feel like we could have been friends.

Admiringly yours,
EJ

To illustrate just how freaking exhausted I was, I slept until 1:30 today (nearly 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep). This is quite the accomplishment for me. If I do sleep in on the weekends, it's more me waking up every couple of hours starting at 7:00 and finally getting up around 11:00. Sleeping straight through to afternoon indicates a very sleepy EJ!

I did get the dishes done (so very necessary), talked to my brother on the phone for awhile and now I'm torn between lazing about on the internet and doing a thorough scrubbing down of the house, which really needs to be done. If I do clean, I could then go to the grocery store early tomorrow and then spend the rest of the day writing guilt-free. Seems like the responsible thing to do.

Honestly, I could also take a nap right now. I probably shouldn't, though.

Decisions, decisions...

IDK, internets. I have not done anything of consequence today. Well, I've done my laundry. Otherwise? Nada. Been reading old fics. And I feel like I should do something. Write fic? I might need coffee for that. I have been watching SPN all day. Oh, show! I fee like I was in rehab and then I fell off the wagon and am now just totally glutting myself. Complete and total relapse.

Do I put on pants and go get coffee? Is it too late in the afternoon for coffee?

I am paralyzed by indecision. And laziness.

Hey, remember that episode where Sam had sex and you were all, "Holy fucking shit, Padalecki! Where did those arms come from?" And then you were sad because you were not that girl, and even though maybe you're a Dean girl, you're like, "UM, Sam wins at sex?"

Something like that.

Maybe I'll just go read some lolcats.

I officially dub this my weekend of laziness. I'm coming off of about two weeks of (parental) house guests, chronic lack of sleep and ten-hour work days. My plans of not moving from the couch are hindered only by the need to feed myself. Hunger vs. laziness - the epic struggle continues.

I slept for about thirteen hours last night. It was awesome. I had dreams about, among other things, playing softball(wtf?) with the boys from Star Trek. Erm, the actors, that is, not the characters. The really amusing part of this is that I was conscious enough that it was a dream that I made a mental note to remember it. Perhaps so I could truly ponder the WTFness of it all.

I'm on a writing roll that I haven't been on in so long. I forgot what this was like. How much fun it could be. I'm torn between the three or four different SPN plotbunnies/half-written fics I have and the fact that Pants (my friend, not the article of clothing) keeps trying to get me to write Misha Collins RPS. (And by that I mean, I have like five pages of it that I wrote in chat and now I'm not quite sure what I want to do with it.)

*hands* I don't know. Maybe I will just spend the day hunting for icons, since I am sadly unable to make them myself.