I have succeeded in cleaning the area around my desk. I swear it was ankle-deep in CDs, floppies, papers, art supplies and the occasional DVD. Kind of scary. Also found a needle and thread, although I'm still trying to figure out how that got mixed up in there, considering all my sewing stuff is in the computer room at the moment.
I was working on my short red jacket the other night, ripping out more elastic. Whee! That'll be cool to have and wear around. I can't wait for fall ... I like fall and spring. When it's cool enough for pants and long sleeves, but not too cold that you can't wear a tee shirt. I've taken the clasp off my black jacket so I can wear it without people making the o.O face at me. More people are recognizing my Edward jacket every day now, I'm torn between "oh so COOL" and "acck, *now* I feel silly wearing it."
Speaking of jackets, I need a new pattern. >.> I've got all the pieces cut out for my Munich!Edward coat, but that's as far as I got. My mother's sewing machine stopped me dead. I can't figure out how to work it, so I'll have to set up my own. And that requires getting into my closet, which is currently blocked by about fifteen boxes waiting to go into the attic.
Working on fic for
3_alchemists but I dunno if it'll get posted or not, because I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S GOING ON. *glares at
luckycat_r* I hope the comics will return once everyone goes back down to school, because I want to work on it and she's the crack!genius. She takes our everyday randomness and turns it into cracky comics. Anyway, Russell is snarking and it's funny because I like to poke him. (Or punch him in the face and sneak off while he's unconcious. *snickers*)
Also, finding crack!fic extraordinare. Apparently I write strangely funny things when I'm bored. If I ever get around to typing some of this stuff up, I'll post the snippits here. The entire story isn't really worth reading, but some of the exchanges crack me up. One of them involves what STARTED as a regular conversation turned into a screaming-insult match. Thank you, Edward and Catie, for being unable to have a civil conversation. Poor Al, he walked out of the room for one second and they went for each other's throats. *is way too amused by this fic* Also, I'm way-too-amused by the RK-02/HP crackfic crossover I found. Kenshin, you're a bastard.
Oh, grife, that reminds me. Okay, I was hunting for the
Edward-pillow-that-wants-your-soul. I was standing in the parking lot, putting a bag into my trunk when I heard this loud "MEOW!" and I spun, fully expecting armor!Al to be sitting on the ground behind me. STUPID, STUPID VIDEO GAME.
Let's see, what else has been going on? Organizing my DVD collection, selling off older anime DVDs and staring as the pile of stuff to watch grows. I still need to finish watching M*A*S*H. Ack. And
luckycat_r's Comic Party DVDs. Ack ack ackity ack. *does a Bill the Cat impersonation*
Oh, yes. OMGSQUEEFMAMOVIE. Someday I'll actually see it. ^__________^