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zessaSo why is it that plot bunnies always manage to strike at the worst time? I'm trying to write my 10 page history paper due tomorrow. Of which I've only just figured out my tact to take on it. Thank god though, because now It should just be a matter of finding the random quotations and shoving them in where I want them. But still. I want to write this paper and kiss it sayonara. I'll be up all night. I write better papers when up against a deadline anyway. Mostly because I go into SMA (save my ass) mode and SMA mode shoves down the critical writing bitch that I like to pretend doesn't exist in my brain. And thus, things get written...half assed, but written.
Instead I'm sitting here, writing on my LJ, leaving comments on peoples posts and trying not to think about the Buffy Plot bunny that's bouncing around my brain.
I really wish I had been a few years older when Buffy aired...I saw eps here and there when they were first aired, but yeah, I was in middle school...and the WB went off air in the beginning of season 5...stupid radical right christians. So when it suddenly picked up halfway thought season 5 on a new local network...It was like wait a second, Buff has a sister? WTF? Screw this.
I woulda loved to be involved in the fandom as the show was new, not now when I kinda just picked it up because the West Wing fandom has pretty much folded up or is being taken over the really bad Josh/Donna OMG babies! shippers. The last part of that sentence made sense in my head. Sorry if it doesn't translate.
I'm also dealing with the school blahs. I haven't made half the classes lately I should have. And the ones I have made are only the ones that count attendance. Yeah, I'm lame. I'm skipping three classes right now to write the paper and this entry. I'm so burned out on school right now it's not funny. There really is something to be said about the trimester system. The classes are obviously more intensive since you have to cover things in a shorter time but god, I'd love to have moved on to another class by now. Not that I don't like my profs... I do, I'm just tired of the classes.
Winter break can't come soon enough.
But anyway, ever since BTO folded up...online social things have been a little weird. I never realized how much I depended on that RPG as a social touchstone for myself. We chatted almost every night, and god, the girls of BTO got me through some really tough changes in my life. Leaving the music school, dealing with depression, and finding my life again afterward. I can say now that I'm better off for knowing all of them, even with the drama that went down toward the end. Hell, it even lead to some awesome real life friendships. If you had asked my 3 years ago if I'd be cruising around Louisville with
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keladryb and her mother doing the tour guide thing, I'd call you fucking nuts. Hell, for a long time I worshiped her from afar, now I'm putting chairs together on her apartment floor and stealing her cigarettes occasionally when I need to calm down.
It's funny how things work. But anyway I've found a new crew of RP people. I'm happy. My online life is picking up again... it's funny how involvement in an RPG gets my fic wheels turning. They haven't turned in a very very long time. Maybe this time I'll actually get something finished. Um, yeah right, I know how my brain works...but I'm gonna try anyway.
I don't know what has me in the weird mood, maybe it's going back and reading my old journal entries from 3 years ago. Yeah, this LJ is 3 years old as of the day before Halloween, congratulations journal, this is the longest I've stuck with any writing thing ever.
Even if I ever decide to delete it, I'm sure as hell gonna save all my entries or print them out or something. Because this is a little slice of my college life. For good or for ill, it's worth saving.
And on that note, I bid all adieu. Time for a nap and maybe some lunch before choir. Yay.
Instead I'm sitting here, writing on my LJ, leaving comments on peoples posts and trying not to think about the Buffy Plot bunny that's bouncing around my brain.
I really wish I had been a few years older when Buffy aired...I saw eps here and there when they were first aired, but yeah, I was in middle school...and the WB went off air in the beginning of season 5...stupid radical right christians. So when it suddenly picked up halfway thought season 5 on a new local network...It was like wait a second, Buff has a sister? WTF? Screw this.
I woulda loved to be involved in the fandom as the show was new, not now when I kinda just picked it up because the West Wing fandom has pretty much folded up or is being taken over the really bad Josh/Donna OMG babies! shippers. The last part of that sentence made sense in my head. Sorry if it doesn't translate.
I'm also dealing with the school blahs. I haven't made half the classes lately I should have. And the ones I have made are only the ones that count attendance. Yeah, I'm lame. I'm skipping three classes right now to write the paper and this entry. I'm so burned out on school right now it's not funny. There really is something to be said about the trimester system. The classes are obviously more intensive since you have to cover things in a shorter time but god, I'd love to have moved on to another class by now. Not that I don't like my profs... I do, I'm just tired of the classes.
Winter break can't come soon enough.
But anyway, ever since BTO folded up...online social things have been a little weird. I never realized how much I depended on that RPG as a social touchstone for myself. We chatted almost every night, and god, the girls of BTO got me through some really tough changes in my life. Leaving the music school, dealing with depression, and finding my life again afterward. I can say now that I'm better off for knowing all of them, even with the drama that went down toward the end. Hell, it even lead to some awesome real life friendships. If you had asked my 3 years ago if I'd be cruising around Louisville with
keladryb and her mother doing the tour guide thing, I'd call you fucking nuts. Hell, for a long time I worshiped her from afar, now I'm putting chairs together on her apartment floor and stealing her cigarettes occasionally when I need to calm down.It's funny how things work. But anyway I've found a new crew of RP people. I'm happy. My online life is picking up again... it's funny how involvement in an RPG gets my fic wheels turning. They haven't turned in a very very long time. Maybe this time I'll actually get something finished. Um, yeah right, I know how my brain works...but I'm gonna try anyway.
I don't know what has me in the weird mood, maybe it's going back and reading my old journal entries from 3 years ago. Yeah, this LJ is 3 years old as of the day before Halloween, congratulations journal, this is the longest I've stuck with any writing thing ever.
Even if I ever decide to delete it, I'm sure as hell gonna save all my entries or print them out or something. Because this is a little slice of my college life. For good or for ill, it's worth saving.
And on that note, I bid all adieu. Time for a nap and maybe some lunch before choir. Yay.
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Date: 2006-11-13 03:59 pm (UTC)Chill with the school stuff, everyone goes through existential stuff like that. Just stick with it and it'll get better and if it doesn't, well, maybe it's not what you're supposed to be doing.
*hugs*
The Buffy fandoms are still pretty active but they've still been taken over by the little kids.
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Date: 2006-11-13 07:03 pm (UTC)Maybe because BTVS was such a soap opera anyway... and West Wing really wasn't comparatively...so when WW fic turns into nothing but soap operas it bothers me more than if it happens to Buffy stuff. Or maybe I'm just cracked. It's possible.
And I'm sorry, people can ship whatever they want? But I just like to laugh at the Spuffy people.