To put that in perspective, I was considering entirely ditching my online life. All of it. I decided no. Maybe it's immature, but I'm sixteen, goddammit.
I guess. I texted with Fate for a while last night -- other than that I hadn't touched my computer in a while before today.
That stings just a little... but I feel better knowing that even if I asked all pretty-like I don't have a snowball's chance in hell of getting unbanned. Not that I wouldn't enjoy it for a while if I did, but... the shine's gone out of fandom for me.
Not a lot is really happening. I'm getting excellent grades in Anatomy, which is a pleasant surprise. I've spent a lot of time watching movies lately. And thinking, but then again -- when am I not thinking?
If I had the opportunity I'd probably try and wreak havoc quietly for a while, then log out and forget that account ever happened. Leave a legacy, y'know?
Feh. Cramps. Typical girl-time moodiness. If anything, things are looking up.
>.> Don't panic. I have no concrete plans laid down for RC, so I've got that on my plate until I fall out of love with it (unlikely), I set down outlines for it + sequels (unlikely), or I finish it (most likely).
I also have a fic I need to write for Sherlock Holmes, and should put paid to my contest entry.
So really there're three things keeping me ficcing (and not getting after rewriting Echo Flux like a hound after a fox).
This is the first Stephen King I've read from cover to cover, and I've heard it's the best. Judging by this, he's great. I recommend it to anyone and everyone. :D