a little something, something
Jun. 2nd, 2004 12:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tommygirlHelp me, friends list, you're my only hope.
Ugh.
I'm being dragged to a Phillies/Mets game tonight against my will. It's because of this horrible affliction I have known as "catholic guilt" where I can't bring myself to say "no" to people in fear that I will hurt their feelings. So instead, I will suffer through nine innings (god, please do not let it run late) of sheer, unadulterated boredom.
If you haven't figured it out, I'm not much of a baseball fan. I'm a hockey girl. I was going to Flyers games from the womb and love, love, love it. That does not mean that I feel the same way about other sports like, say, baseball.
To cheer me up people keep stating that "at least you'll get to see the new stadium" as if that is a life-altering experience or something, as if I will walk away with a profound understanding of the world and maybe the game of baseball.
Double ugh.
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Have been writing. Have been working on ficathon pieces and decided to add yet another one to the mix in the form of Luke/Lorelai.
Have been getting bugged by my dear, Steph![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iamtheenemy, about Chapter Six of Trouble In My Head, which apparently refuses to write itself. How rude. Will try to finish it this weekend, though find myself saying that almost every weekend these days. It's just such a terribly hard chapter to write without 1) being too redundant and 2) being too soap opera-esque. I mean, i can get away with a lot because it's Justin POV this chapter, but even he refrains from things like, "I love you more than life itself." Ew.
Have also been writing the neverending storytransienttimes with my partner in crime imaginaryfields--and people may be disappointed with the outcome, but I'm not. (well, not at the moment, because I'm a fickle bitch). We're still working on it and fleshing things out via her journal, so it won't be posted to transienttimes until it's finished. And it's good. Well, Evil Weeble's part is good.
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May attempt to do something with my afternoon aside from counting down the hours until the baseball game of doom.
TWO DAYS UNTIL I SEE POA! TWO DAYS!
Ugh.
I'm being dragged to a Phillies/Mets game tonight against my will. It's because of this horrible affliction I have known as "catholic guilt" where I can't bring myself to say "no" to people in fear that I will hurt their feelings. So instead, I will suffer through nine innings (god, please do not let it run late) of sheer, unadulterated boredom.
If you haven't figured it out, I'm not much of a baseball fan. I'm a hockey girl. I was going to Flyers games from the womb and love, love, love it. That does not mean that I feel the same way about other sports like, say, baseball.
To cheer me up people keep stating that "at least you'll get to see the new stadium" as if that is a life-altering experience or something, as if I will walk away with a profound understanding of the world and maybe the game of baseball.
Double ugh.
**
Have been writing. Have been working on ficathon pieces and decided to add yet another one to the mix in the form of Luke/Lorelai.
Have been getting bugged by my dear, Steph
iamtheenemy, about Chapter Six of Trouble In My Head, which apparently refuses to write itself. How rude. Will try to finish it this weekend, though find myself saying that almost every weekend these days. It's just such a terribly hard chapter to write without 1) being too redundant and 2) being too soap opera-esque. I mean, i can get away with a lot because it's Justin POV this chapter, but even he refrains from things like, "I love you more than life itself." Ew.Have also been writing the neverending story
transienttimes with my partner in crime imaginaryfields--and people may be disappointed with the outcome, but I'm not. (well, not at the moment, because I'm a fickle bitch). We're still working on it and fleshing things out via her journal, so it won't be posted to transienttimes until it's finished. And it's good. Well, Evil Weeble's part is good. **
May attempt to do something with my afternoon aside from counting down the hours until the baseball game of doom.
TWO DAYS UNTIL I SEE POA! TWO DAYS!
