I don't wanna grow up, I'm an over-sized kid....

[tsukinofaerii]

Avoiding work again. Well, I'm supposed to be making tutorial handouts of frequent issues as busy work. Guh. Pain. And the only things I can think of that students have repeated issues with are things like "Downloading a File" and "E-mailing Your Teacher". Not things I want to actually sit down and think out the steps to. (Seriously - most of the issues are so simple that it's hard for me to remember how they're done!)

Looking back over the last few entries, I'm kind of starting to wonder if work is dragging me away from Fandom. o.o My recent posts have been more politics (LJ and RL) and memes than my usual randomness. Or family complaints, though those still happen. I haven't even written a fic lately. Well, I haven't posted a fic lately, mostly because I reached a new low in my writing and am not really sure I want to attach my name to it. (sweatdrop) And I don't mean low as in style or grammar. It's all content. Scary content. o.o; And yaoi has been non-existent, possibly because most of my posting is from work, and while no one's looking over my shoulder I'm kind of hesitant to accidentally hit something NSFW at the exact wrong moment.

Am I growing up?

NOOOOOOOOOO~!

Someone reassure me that I'm immature and obsessed? Please?

Comments

[blinddeciever.livejournal.com]

hey, I was seven when my mom told my about the first death in the family I was to experience. Unfortunately, it was probably also the hardest one -- her dad, my grandfather. *Grimaces* I was seven, she drew me into the room, and then let me go after telling me. I was crying, but was very quiet. I remember going into my brother's room and watching him silently scrub furiously at his floor, before I walked over to the bucket, grabbed up a sponge, and got on my hands and knees to scrub with him. All he said was, "Mom tell you?" "Mmm." And that was that. We kept our minds off it through cleaning. *nodnodnod*

That's true about unfocused.....because then you aren't worried about perfection. Lord knows I LOVE how my doodles turn out. XD

Dude, it is SO the best name for a poem. How could you think elsewise? *Snooty* Mua-hahahaa. My and my creativeness shall RAWK together, lyk totally dood.

Well, one of my former "enemies" (i laugh at the term; I think of them as "annoyances") and I are now good friends. :) Several, in fact. My annoyances and I are closer friends then probably my non-annoyances. ^^;

I'm nice like that. Wait, what'd I do? x3

[tsukinofaerii.livejournal.com]

(hugs) That must have been awful. I suppose the human mind just functions like that sometimes... focus on something mundane and simple until the pain's blunted enough to deal with. :/ It's easier than trying to work through it when all the loss and worry and chaos is clogging your brain with emotion.

(nodnod) Why do you think great writers often wrote while drunk or high? (Hemmingway, I'm looking at you.) Being half-asleep is just a safer variant.

That's one way to make friends. Forget "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em." It should be, "if you can't beat 'em, get 'em to join you".

[blinddeciever.livejournal.com]

*Shrugs* Eh, well.....Life goes on, I suppose.

xD Definitely. I'm not touching drink nor drug. I'll stick with drowsiness. xD

Yeah, definitely. I don't even TRY to make friends. people gravitate towards me; they just CAN'T leave alone the ONE person who WANTS to be alone. *Scowls* It's not 'cause I'm cool or anything. It's because they end up talking to me anyway when they need help with something, and, as is habit, they try to make friends.

My life is filled with odd things indeed.