I cleaned my room. Sorta. Not 100%, but you can, like, see the surface of my desk and everything. I'm really proud. Plus, I found a lotta random, awesome stuff. Including Hallie's birthday card to me, which I'm going to save. I'm debating hanging it on my wall.
Sickness. Yep, I'm sick. Just in time for school and the beginning-of-year sleepover at Ali's (one of two other lesbians in my grade). Joyyy. And I'm prolly gonna have my range tested in chorus when we get back. Crapz0rz. But South of Nowhere and Spashley goodness eases the pain.
I'm feeling a little bad that I didn't make the last night of summer really significant by writing some big long journal entry (in my paper journal, not on Oasis) or by sitting down and writing some fantabulous story or getting a lot of work done on my possibly-novel. But I need time to chill. And I know I can't force writing. So I'll wait, I guess, and try to not let myself get too out of practice.
In other news... Shit, summer's ending. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. I want my free time back. I want my sleep back. And OMG I'M GOING TO BE A MOTHERFUCKING SOPHOMORE!!! Oh... My... God. I'm the first grade that incoming sevies are scared shitless of. I'm the age Caitlin was when I came to Hunter. I'm going to be a Junior next year. I... oh my god. Fuck. I think my brain is about to explode.
I'll think of Spashley and make it better. ^^ (Btw: WTF? IT'S PRINCIPAL SNYDER!!! xD and please, someone tell me you know what I'm talking about...)
Molly requested a Cuffy fic from me. That's right, Cuffy. As in, Cordelia/Buffy. Both beautiful women, but... excuse me while I puke? XDD
My firewall blocks Oasis when it's set to 'Block HTTP.' My computer is ridiculously virus-ridden. Argh. They keep, like, regenerating. But Molly's coming down within the week, and it'll be awesome and we'll hang AND she'll clean up my computer and reinstall the OS. (I have to get my ass in gear and back stuff up... but ah well.)