allfireburns: Emily Prentiss, grinning over her shoulder. (Default)
So, Evie and I got our apartment today. It's actually very nice, and will be nicer once there is, you know, stuff in it. That happens tomorrow, when Evie and her parents bring her old bedroom set from their house. Then we'll at least have a bed and dresser and bookcase and all, and we'll be getting a couch from Harmony whenever we can actually arrange transportation... We moved a bit of stuff over today, but there's just nowhere to put anything right now, save for some shelves in the closet.

And since Jill asked earlier, if anyone was wondering, internet's getting set up tomorrow morning, so we won't be gone for any length of time at all.

I also need to call the Walgreens district office tomorrow, because it's been two weeks since I worked, and the fact that they haven't transferred me or even tentatively placed me yet has got Evie's coworkers telling her I need to call the district office. Way to fuck us over, Walgreens. Rawr.

I finished reading Dogsbody last night (well, rereading), and oh, I forgot how much I loved that book, even though it's one of my absolute favorite books. It's by Diana Wynne Jones, and if you guys have never read it, you need to. Pretty, pretty British fantasy with stars and Celtic-ish mythology (it has the Wild Hunt in it! *Glees*) and just... yes. Read it. Seriously. I vaguely want to app Sirius at some RP, but he would be so hard to play. Because he's a dog. Or a freaking star. But still.

And now I'm reading Valiant by Holly Black. I don't know why I do this to myself, because it always makes me wibble, because Holly writes the City so well. And it's mostly set in the Village and Central Park, which are my favorite parts of the city. But it's such a lovely book, and the only one on my bookshelf I was in the mood to read after having finished Dogsbody. I need more books I haven't read before. It's freaking me out a little that I don't have any. It's an odd state of affairs for me.
allfireburns: Emily Prentiss, grinning over her shoulder. (Default)
I am finally caught up on all my tags. If I still owe you a tag for something (except for you, Evie, because our threads with Rose and April and the one with Romana are special cases)... it's because I accidentally deleted the notification email, or didn't get it at all, and you should probably point me in the direction of whatever thread I'm forgetting.

I also finished filling out the cast list (so far) for my On a Saturday verse. This pleases me, and yes, I do love all my DMA folks just as much as the constants, which I was a little worried about at first. But somewhere in the middle of the PB search they all solidified in my head and I fell madly in love with them, so all is well.

I'm thinking about a new layout, except that the new layout I want... involves the characters from On a Saturday. So that would require me making a header with all of them in it, and that's just so troublesome...

So I'm going to think more about it while I write drabbles for a fanmix. And try to get into a graphics-making mood so I can actually do the graphics for said fanmix (it's hard when my PB for Aleksandra is so damn hard to find pictures of). And try to ignore how much I want to scream and throw things at certain people (mostly various Walgreens managers, but a few other people too).
allfireburns: Emily Prentiss, grinning over her shoulder. (Default)
Rawr. There needs to be RPing before I go to work. I've got two and a half hours - plenty of time to start something.

Anyone up for it? (Anyone around? Please?)

And I have the day off tomorrow. This pleases me.

It pleases me less that I desperately want coffee (which was not helped by Seymour's Ianto fic) and can't get any. But. *Sulk*
allfireburns: Emily Prentiss, grinning over her shoulder. (Default)
I need to learn to control some of the writing habits I've developed when I'm writing in public. Mostly because I just look insane.

Like... I have a habit of saying dialogue aloud to myself as I write it, just to make sure it sounds right. Which, you know, is well enough when I'm alone. But lately I haven't had the time to write when I'm alone, so I just do it in whatever spare moments I have during the day. I'm working at the front, it gets slow, nobody comes by for a good ten or fifteen minutes, and... yeah.

So yesterday, I'm standing there by the front register, frowning at my notebook and rambling to myself in Ten-voice. And someone walks in. And I don't notice for a good fifteen seconds.

...I think I rather disturbed him, but that's okay! (But of course, it had to be Ten-voice. Because he always sounds the most crazy. *Facepalm* I am a huge dork, guys! I hope you all realize this!)

In other news, I've started the fic that is going to thoroughly break me to write. I would just like to say as a disclaimer beforehand, I DO NOT HATE MARTHA. I repeat, I DO NOT HATE MARTHA! She's actually my favorite character in the entirety of Doctor Who. I just... do horrible, horrible things to her.

That is all.

Just that after I finish this (and God knows when that'll be - it promises to be a long and painful fic) I need to write a long, happy story. Not that I really have any plotbunnies available for happy fics - the other two long-fic plotbunnies I have are also angsty. ...Well, there is that one with Torchwood...