Feeling much better today. Can't decide if it's that my sinuses are under control, I got plenty of sleep last night, or that DNC last night (specifically Oba's speech) was freaking fantabulous. As my wonderful bud, Carly, put it, "It's political crack." -- anywho, I try to keep the fandom and everything else separate, so if you want to know my thoughts on such things, just see the latest entry in my normal journal
randombtchchickAnyway, the point of that meaningless diatribe was that I finished the back-up story for
charmedflashfic that I was writing. Not the best thing I've written, but I enjoyed it and I think it meets the requested requirements. What more can I expect from myself? (that's a rhetorical question, self, so stop making lists!)
So here it is:
Second ChancesRemember: Feedback is always my friend. Heh.
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In other happy news, I just got notice that
The O.C. Season 1 will be relased on dvd on October 26th. A week before the premiere of the new season! Double fabulousness as Seth Cohen comes to live in my bedroom...er...um...
Makes me think maybe I should finish the first draft of that
O.C. story I was writing for the
Multifandom Soap Opera Cliché Challenge. Speaking of which, the stories are going to be due in a little over a month. My god, how is it almost August? In one month I'll be another year older and none the wiser. Good Lordy.
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Purchased the new Meg Cabot book,
Teen Idol, at lunch and started reading it. Yes, I still read young adult books. It's the genre I write in with my regular fiction stories/novels and I like to keep up on what's going on. Not to mention, I'm just addicted to her books. They're easy, fun reads with lots of pop culture refernces.
But this one particular passage struck me because it totally sums up my life:
"...seemingly since birth I've been cursed with being everybody's confidante. Seriously. I used to think I was a weirdo magnet or something, because it seemed like I could never go anywhere without random strangers coming up to me, telling me all about themselves, like about their hammer collection or their sick ferret or whatever..."That's my life and part of the reason, I suspect, that I always end up with male stalkers. Because I have this flashing neon sign embedded in my forehead or something that says, "Share with me. I care." The ironic part? I don't really.
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Okay, I'm off to conquer the beast that is Chapter Six of TIMH once and for all. I will finish it tonight. I will dance on the ruins of the stupid chapter and send it to Steph
iamtheenemy laughing as she weeps and plots Frankie's demise. Mwahahahahaha.
Ciao.