Long time, no see! Just a quick update as to my total and complete silence; I got the job at the laboratory and just finished my first week, but I still have my job at the clothing store, so I'm working probably a bit too much and when I'm not working I'm usually verging on comatose from being so tired. This is the most M.I.A. I've been on livejournal/twitter/facebook in a looong time.
But! Sunday is my day off sometimes and so it felt like ~destiny that I should try to contribute a little to Spam Sunday, so here I'm spamming you with some ficlets! (These are entirely unbeta'd and so I bet there are typos. Sorry ahead of time!)
( Bill/Tom - a mini sequel to Bee Mine )
( Bill/Tom - fluff when Bill is sick )
( Bill/Tom - puppy fluff )
( Twins/Andrej - dinner with picky twins )
( Bill/Georg - long distance love )
( Bill/Tom - kisses (PG-13) )
Well, there you go. Six = spam, right? >_> (Oh my god, it took me two hours to format this. LJ kept eating my cut tags and then adding a gajillion bold tags everywhere. It was a nightmare jfc. BUT SO WORTH IT.)
I have long stretches of tedium while working, and I drew the twins. They're shaped liked potatoes (or kidney beans, but those sound gross) so I've been calling them the potato-twins. The comics are really dumb but they made me happy. :D My scanner is not working, so I had to take PHOTOS of these with a CRAPPY camera, thus I ask that you please excuse the spotty quality of the images.
( "Bill, no!" )
Annnnd a story! AND GUESS WHAT?! All of you have to deal with all the silly, corny puns because it's ~~~Fluff Friday~~~ >:3 Thank you to toastieghostie for the beautiful banner (LOOK AT IT ) and the ridiculous title, which is perfect for my entire ridiculous Fluff Friday contribution!
Title: "Bee Mine"
Summary: Bill is not exactly a bee that the rest of the hive approves of, but he is a wonderful bee. Tom is a grumpy flower who does not get noticed by bees very often. It was meant to bee!
( Buzz buzz buzz )
All of you are my beta; tell me if you find any typos in the story? I probably missed some in my rush to get it posted. :3
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Ugh, I'm feeling so crappy today. That sicky feeling where nothing is comfortable and you can't sleep. LAME. I vote for re-election of my immune system. Some friends wanted to go to the beach today (urhur, the nude beach) but it's chilly out, I don't feel like cleaning up yet, and there's this set of a bajillion steps you have to go down/up to get to/from the beach. NO. Physical exertion would def. not feel good right now.
I'ma have a banana and see how I feel then. =D
LAME POST IS LAME.
I'm in my dad's house, and I -know- he has rats or mice in the ceiling, because I've seen one scramble up into the ceiling from the laundry room, and we've caught several with traps. We've had a pest-guy come in and deal with them, but they're back? I don't think my dad really cares for the house (he's leasing it while looking for a real house) and they've stayed in the ceiling.
Except in the computer room you can hear them skittering about. My dad tried to con me into thinking that they're really birds, and thus even less likely to bother use than mice. Okay, yeah, we've had that in our house before too.
I swear I just heard a mouse battle to the death above me. At least, I'm hoping it was two mice, and not like, a badger or a raccoon or a snake or something freaky like that killing a mouse above me.
However, I am sure that a mouse just died, squeaking in agonizing pain and terror for many minutes in the ceiling above me.
I'm not like PETA crazy or anything, but that was freaking awful. Hearing an animal suffer painful injury or drawn-out death is awful awful awful awful awful awful.
So, I've been cleaning out my closet (and will work on bathroom tomorrow, because clothes are ALWAYS a priority) and god DAMN it's disgusting. Not like mould or anything (but there was a huge spider sleeping in my laundry basket) but more like "Why have you been in my closet for the last year?"
There are so many clothes I just...kept. I don't need them. I don't wear them. A lot of smaller clothes that even when I lose weight...I won't wear! Who do I think I'm kidding?
I kept a few things that are too-small right now, like my awesome-possum red cargo pants. I love those. But mostly everything else is going. It's like a shitty guy I've kept in my life, and now that he's gone? Wow, look at all that space and time I have now!
Damn all the shitty guys and shitty clothes to crappy cardboard boxes, I say.
On a more positive note, I got this green wool jumper a while back at a second-hand store, and looking at it now...it's pretty boring, and I was about to get rid of it.
Except I remembered this bag full of red bows with white polka dots and a tiny rosebud in the center that I bought a few months back! I am going to sew a few onto the dress (on the wide straps and one off-center near the bottom) and might add two pockets to the front as well. And then...the dress becomes awesome! Thus, I am pleased. It will become like a $60 BuckleB shirt. Except not!
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1. Where do you work? A metallurgical laboratory! We play with dirt.
2. What's your favorite thing anyone's ever said to you? There's a lot of things. Probably someone a really liked and admired coming up to me and saying "May I sit by you?" (This has happened a few times.) That makes me so absurdly happy.
3. What do you do when you're bored? Do my makeup or wash my face and use various products. Unfortunately, I just had a terrible reaction to benzoyl peroxide cream, which I was very surprised at. I used it when I was younger! Now my face is covered in very, very tiny bumps that make the texture look disgusting. They aren't red though, which is good. I'll try to be less bored next time.
4. Where do you live? Canada! On the West Coast, where the air is clean, the drivers are seriously bad (and not in a good way), there is fruit, all the time, and there are lots and lots of homeless people.
5. Where is the coolest place you've ever been, and why? Most definitely Kyoto and Osaka, in Japan. They have the best everything, including okonomiyaki. The trains were awesome, the temples were breathtaking, the vending machines had the yummiest drinks for so cheap, and the people stared at me. Oh, how they stared. I highly recommend these two very-close-together cities. Wonderful history and food. (Which one I liked more, I do not know.)
It's just that the thing draining me right now...I don't know what to do about it. I don't know how to make it better. And that's really, really, fucking lame. I would be more pissed off, except...you got it! No energy for it. No time, even.
Writing about stuff used to help. So, throwing out a rope and hoping this will still help.
Wish me luck for work tomorrow!
My wisdom teeth surgery was a week and a half ago, and about five days after, my mouth started hurting really bad. Worse than immediately after the surgery. So I got an appointment with him, and he said my back molars weren't clean enough - so he told me to brush five-to-seven times a day back there, and it would hurt and bleed a LOT. (Oh yes, and it did.) So I've been doing that, and it's been feeling better.
Except that chunk of bone stuck in my gums? When I brushed back there, it flapped around, hurting like crazy. He said it would come out on its own.
Piss on that! So I pulled it out with some tweezers, and it feels so much better now. Bleeding more, but whatevs. DOESN'T HURT. DIDN'T GIVE ME ANY T3's FOR THAT!
(When your in pain this constantly, you get pissy. I promise.)
Please go read that, if you have the time, and remember why the U.S. still sucks pretty hard.
In other news, yesterday I got all four wisdom teeth removed, and holy crap, do I look chipmunkey. I didn't sleep propped up on pillows, and so all the blood rushed to my face.
And stayed there.
If it weren't for the T3's and other lovely pills, I'm sure I would be in far more intense pain than now. Thank you, wisdom teeth doctor, for promising to have me "stocked with plenty of drugs so you'll never have to know how bad it is :D " (He and everyone who worked at his office were great. So funny, and so nice. They must love their jobs.)
Although, I'm really getting sick of only liquids. I WANT A STEAK. T_T
Lesson 1 with my mother:
First of all, I am having what seems like exceeding difficulty with standard. Of course, this is my first few lessons, but jesus! I stalled a lot. My mum didn't want to give me lessons before because she was so sure that she would get really angry and snappy and said my dad would be far more patient, and she didn't want me to kill the engine on her car. But she was SO patient, moreso than my dad! I stalled so many times, and she didn't even huff or sigh and just kept saying "You can do it. You're a smart girl." "Don't panic, this isn't about the car." "Don't worry, we're going to keep trying until you can get this." I kept nearly-bursting-into-tears because the first few times I stalled were TERRIBLE. Not just stalling, but it sounded like I was breaking the engine. We would discover in the second lesson exactly -why- I was stalling so badly. Finally, I got it a few times, but then freaked out and stalled some more, and then we went home.
Lesson 2 with my mother:
I think I started off worse this time because I remember how terrible I was last time. The stalling was terrible and I was freaking out and my mum was starting to get impatient with my teary-panicness, which is understandable, but like I said, the sounds coming from the engine were terrible. She switched with me and then tried to figure out what I was doing wrong, so she clutched in on first gear and then sloooowly clutched out without accelerating and discovered something amazing that would help me - if she clutched out and only accelerated at the very last moment, the car would already start to move forward slightly. She then stalled out like I had been doing before (violently) and figured out that I would start to clutch out properly, but once I found the "biting point" (her words) and started to accelerate, I would completely let the clutch go, and thus stalling violently. So I practiced smooth leg movements, and tried the "only accelerating at the last moment, waiting for the car to move a little bit" thing - and it worked. And then it worked again. I haven't stalled since.
I am very pleased with myself. After a few more times practicing that, we're going to try to find an area where I can practice switching from first to second gear. I am excited/very, very worried. Coordination is very necessary when learning standard (since you need to be gracefully manipulating two feet at once in different ways) and my coordination has never been very good.
On the bright side, I'm not learning in Japan. Thankyou lord!
Tonight (a school night) I watched the Grudge 2 with my mom.
The plot sucked and all, but it gets 5 stars for freaky ways of filming and creating fear.
I want to buy the Bottle Fairy DVD's even moreso now.
(If I 'disappear' or something...blame the Grudge! SO...ARRR. I can't look at shadows, or mirrors in the same way now.)
But for anyone who has seen it...what was with that ending? It sucked so hard!
Anyway, I'm finished because it's midnight. I should be in bed. ;)