Real life conversations:

Kyle: dont' you ever sleep?

Me: I slept!

Kyle: really? because it's not even noon now and you were still online when i signed off last night. at four in the morning.

Me: ...I totally slept.

Kyle: fine. when did you go to bed?

Me: ...Um.
Me: I don't know?

Kyle: ...

Me: *super quick and subtle subject change!* So how are you?

BoyFishKyle logged out.

edit: Joan got me ice cream for breakfast. ^.^ I love her.

My to-do list, with promises of things to come.

Today's To-Do List. If I accomplish everything on this list today, I will write and post ficcage later tonight, and that's a promise. To both myself and all of you (thanks for putting up with my awful lists!).

To-Do:
[x] Read for Neo-European Literature (pages 358-394)
[x] Do my French homework (study weeks/months, 3 exercises)
[x] Do my Shakespeare homework (finish Taming of the Shrew; prepare for a quiz)
[x] Write for Poetry (expansion writing exercise)
[x] Read for Poetry (CAP pages 241-249)
[-] Poetry Apprenticeship
[x] Read for Theory (RH pages 1-53)
[x] Look on the harddrive for a Fiction work
[x] Take out the trash
[x] Laundry
[x] Clean the fishtanks
[x] Crush children's bones to bake my bread
[x] Make the bed
[x] Give Joan a hug

Reward ficcage.

I finished everything on my To-Do list and so, as promised, I am going to post some writing. I'd like to write something FMA-centric, but I don't feel I know the series or the fandom well enough to give it a serious try... so I'll stick with what I know. For now. (Until I can beat tir_synni into giving me lessons or something.)

This is an original drabble I wrote this afternoon for my Poetry class. Last time we were in class, Doctor Hurd had everyone write down two secrets -- one that was true and one they made up -- and then read them all aloud. We had to pick one secret and write a page about it, simply so she can see how our creative juices like to flow. I chose one that went like this: When I was twelve and in the hospital, I was too embarrassed to ask for a bedpan so I snuck into the janitor's closet and peed in a bucket.

This is what I wrote.

( Original Bathroom Humor: My Little Secret )

Thanks for reading. I apologize for the gross-out factor. *chu*