Won't be around forever, girl

Eight months later, Supernatural/Zombieland wordy thinger. You're welcome.

omg running away and hiding aahhhh hurr durr



In more important news, this new Sufjan Stevens EP is making me shoot laser beam hearts from my eyes forever. I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS MAN AND HIS REALNESS AND HIS MAKING MUSIC THING HE DOES.

( Hammer of the [American] Gods )

Also, UM. I wrote a thingy, a, um, coda to last week's episode, and since there is some actual positive feedback I figured burying in the depths of my consciousness and never speaking of it again wouldn't be needed THIS time around, so, there you go. It's kind of my own belief/explanation of what I HOPE last week's episode meant, haha.

ALSO ALSO, I know I already flailed about this on twitter today, but seriously, you guys. You guys, seriously. And okay this one because SHUT UP. There was the flapping of hands and dumb noises.

UGH UP FOR WORK IN FIVE AND A HALF HOURS. Whatever, I'm wearing jeans tomorrow.

Okay! Chrissy, Kate, Lauren, and Alysha: EyeCon tickets have been boughted! It's the um, general weekend 9-14 seating, so, yeah! It doesn't have to be RIGHT NOW right now, but, you know, whenever you get a chance, I'm cool with either a paypal to one_darksun@yahoo.com or a check (let me know if you need my address!). YAY.

Eee, I forgot to mention, I called the second Starbucks I left my info at, the one directly across from UCF, and the manager was SUPER nice omg, and she said that right now they're really slow since school just got out, but come mid-July they should start picking up again. She said she could bounce me in between this store and the Waterford store (REALLY high volume) since it's going 24 hours soon, until they could secure me at this store. She also said to come in and have a sit down talk after I get all moved and YAY, YAAAAY! Omg it would just be fantastic if it worked out, CROSSING FINGERS LIKE WHOA.

I cleaned out my desk today 'cause I'm such a packrat and ugh, it just reminded me of how much I loathe my past self, pictures or otherwise. Completely different headspaces over the years and it's just sometimes really uncomfortable remembering them. Not that I'm completely happy with who I am now, but I'm pretty sure I was a lot more miserable back then, trying to pretend to be someone I wasn't. The sense of freedom I have now, I think, makes me a lot happier. In any case, my garbage cans are a lot more full now.

2300 words into a THING, which isn't much, I KNOW, but omg it makes me HAPPY because I've been having this miserable case of writers block and 2300 words of SOMETHING I LIKE. I THINK. YAY.

Gonna go pick up some ingredients to make homemade salsa (WHICH IS AMAZING, thank you) and then back to the THING. WITH THE WORDS. AND THE STUFF.

Tell-Tale, Jensen/OFC, NC-17, 4000 words. Ahaha ohhh God. There. Aren't you glad that's out of my system. Sigh.

So, UH. I know it's hardly been a week since Creation Con, but ummmm I kind of really want to go to EyeCon because a) it's a TWO HOUR DRIVE from me and b) it's my effin' 21st birthday five days later. JARED AND BOOZE, HELLO. So! Anyone planning on going? Miss Carol Lee, do you already have a room booked? HEE. I've got transportation covered, if anything, ahaha.

Also! distantechoes and darth_snuggles, omg I need to talk to yeeewww.

I went with my mom to the beach for a swim tonight around sunset, and it was one of the most gorgeous sunsets I've ever seen. Of COURSE I forgot my camera. And I don't think there was a green flash. In any case, Will Turner did not show up to have some hot beach lovin'. :(((

SO, SPN/Transformers. I'll go ahead and take my Serious Amounts of Nerd badge now.

I NEED THIS SHIRT LIKE BURNING. AHAHA oh it is so PERFECT. I am xindiecorex! BETCH.

I just finished watching all the Jensen-only clips on Dark Angel. I AM REALLY IN LOVE WITH ALEC OKAY. I'll just go ahead and admit that now. Omg his HAIR. :>!!!

GUYS, let us discuss the marvelousness of these new pictures. Specifically this one. Hoooooly crap. He looks like he's about to cut a bitch very sexily. AND, AND. this one!! Mommy Winchester! Carmen and Dean in the background! I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

So far I have burned The Office season 1 for three people at work. Plus, a few of us have matched characters to the people we work with, ahaha. It makes for good times.

ETA: NOTE TO SELF, do start watching Flight of the Concords. It seems like a sin not to. And, haha, um, does anyone know where I could find downloads or streaming?

Haha. Yay. YAY. I finished and set off my spn_summergen fic this morning. 8300+ words. HAHAHA. Good Lord. I myself can't post it until after the author reveal, because it is a SECRET omg, so y'all have to guess. Which, um, now might be easier, seeing as how I gave the word count. Heh.

And NOW I have this sort of companion piece I want to write ALREADY, and, um, it would be kind of porntastic and that makes me NERVOUS because I have never written such before. Except of the 100 word variety. I am so, SO utterly unqualified to write such things. SIGH.

I finished Twilight a few nights ago! It was good! Not, you know, mindblowingly spectacular, but entertaining and a ridiculously quick read. I'll probably get the sequal after I finish my huge ass book list for this summer, heh. Next is The Curious Incident of the Dog In the Nighttime. HOORAY.

HOW'S IT GOING FLIST. I went to the beach this afternoon, despite it being v. overcast. And now it is all sunny out. AUGH, FLORIDA. But now I am about to eat PIZZA and that makes me HAPPY.

I've been in a funk all evening for no reason whatsoever and I'm tired, and tired of it, and tired of putting on the many masks of Sarah to make everyone else feel better, and I'm not an insensitive person, not in the least, the exact opposite, in fact, but sometimes I get to the point where I don't care, don't want to care, and then I end up feeling like the crappiest person alive when I don't. I'm tired of it.

Went to Urban Outfitters in Ybor yesterday and bought things and generally did not feel bad about spending, um, $90 on only three items. That section of town, the trolley going by every few minutes reminds me so much of Chicago it hurts, and I miss it there so damn bad.

I've hit 5000 words on my spn_summergen fic. I think it's kind of run away with itself.

This is the best fucking review I've read yet for Jensen's play and it makes me ache and generally feel like a big dumb girl because it kind of makes me weepy. Okay.

And no one really needs to know the noises I make when I see this, but suffice it to say, holy mother of God. Sometimes it just hits me, all over again like new, stomach flips and everything. Ngaaaahh.

Tommorrow I work 3:00-10:30, and wouldn't you know, the third person - imperative for closing - can't work. A two person close. This is going to be thrilling, I'm sure.

Hello, I cannot stop staring at THIS. *BITES LIP SO HARD*

So, I have a question for the writers on my flist: original fiction. I have to write a piece for my Humanities class and my brain is absolutely dead on what to write about. I've always kind of had this problem. It's a lot easier for me to come up with something to write about for SPN, or something, but even then the really good ideas are few and far between. I don't crank out fic like a lot of other people do and sometimes I really wish I could. But then when it comes to original fiction... man. It's really hard for me to come up with something that really is original and not cliched, or not give into writing something that isn't me, that isn't exactly the piece that I wanted it to be and is just something I settle with.

I know I'm better with building up characters and delving into their minds than creating the conflict which... may be good in some instances, but more for a Fiction class and definitely not for my Humanities professor. I get the ideas and voices of the characters and then a measly little conflict which really doesn't have the oomph to make the story go where I want it to. It'll pass, sometimes, but that's just not what I'm looking for, you know?

Of course, this worries the hell out of me. How am I supposed to be a creative writing major when I can't even think up anything original? Otherwise, I'm just sitting around waiting for the lightning bolt of inspiration to hit.

Anyway. My point is: where and how do you draw your inspiration? How do you keep away from going into the realm of "totally cliche"? At what point do you decide to settle?

(To be fair, I've only had one creative writing college course, as everytime I've tried to grab another they've all been filled. NOT SO NEXT SEMESTER, when I will be a junior, which, omg WHAT? Seriously?! I still feel totally amateur-ishly lame though, like I should know anyway. :()