I am...
...in the middle of my vacation from college
...learning how to drive
...getting ready for the Big Family Trip(we haven't had one for a while)
...cooking a bit at home(just a teeny-tiny bit. must not starve if ever faced with an empty refrigerator)
More importantly, I am...
...writing my FMA fanfic as a series of drabbles(see below)
...writing a short fic based on *gasp* ASOIAF (with my own characters, don't worry) right here on blogger
...stuck on that one fic which I was excited about/ashamed of, a bit... don't look at me that way, darn it!
Oh, and most importantly I...
...had a weird, freaky dream. It was the weirdest of weird, freakiest of freaky dreams. Only it wasn't like a nightmare, like I dunno what I'd do if it actually happened... and that thought is freaking me out right there. You can't see me, but I'm yelping right now. And dancing around like I'm on hot coals. It was a weird, weird, weird dream- andmaybesomepartofmeishopingitllcometrue. Maybe. There, I said it.
P.S. It's not that bad. Don't get any ideas. It's really not that bad. Just for me, it is. Cuz I'm like that.
Here's a drabble(part of my FMA series) to getmy your mind off of things. Enjoy.
...in the middle of my vacation from college
...learning how to drive
...getting ready for the Big Family Trip(we haven't had one for a while)
...cooking a bit at home(just a teeny-tiny bit. must not starve if ever faced with an empty refrigerator)
More importantly, I am...
...writing my FMA fanfic as a series of drabbles(see below)
...writing a short fic based on *gasp* ASOIAF (with my own characters, don't worry) right here on blogger
...stuck on that one fic which I was excited about/ashamed of, a bit... don't look at me that way, darn it!
Oh, and most importantly I...
...had a weird, freaky dream. It was the weirdest of weird, freakiest of freaky dreams. Only it wasn't like a nightmare, like I dunno what I'd do if it actually happened... and that thought is freaking me out right there. You can't see me, but I'm yelping right now. And dancing around like I'm on hot coals. It was a weird, weird, weird dream- andmaybesomepartofmeishopingitllcometrue. Maybe. There, I said it.
P.S. It's not that bad. Don't get any ideas. It's really not that bad. Just for me, it is. Cuz I'm like that.
Here's a drabble(part of my FMA series) to get
“What is that?”
Roy tries not to
be surprised, he really does, but ever since Xing there’s always been something
Anna does, on purpose, he's beginning to think, to keep him bemused.
She’s tracing in a
notebook, poring over a puzzle block and then carefully redrawing it. She
speaks carefully, the pen still moving over the paper.
“Sometimes, when
I’m solving a puzzle, it helps if I take a fresh view of it. Then there’s no
point in keeping it in here,” she points to her head, “since every memory of it
will be slightly corrupted by the patterns I think I see now. So my brain will
never be able to see past those patterns, and I won’t get a ‘fresh view’ at
all. But if I draw it, all the steps I’ve done so far, I can put it aside for a
while and come back to it, picking up where I left off.”
“Ah,” he says. “You’ve found my stack of little black books."
*****
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