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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?
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?
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Date: 2008-03-27 09:32 am (UTC)*Grins* It's the way my family has handled such things for a long time. My uncle wanted to smoke -- so my grandma (his mom) took him with him to the porch, got out some of her cigarettes, and they smoked a lot Needless to say, he has never smoked again. xD
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Date: 2008-03-28 03:26 pm (UTC)My parents have pretty much always been cool about me drinking, even way before I was legal. Strangely enough, the trust me to know my limits. oO; So most of the time, I didn't bother. I don't feel like hangovers are worth it, and being wasted isn't fun at all. So I drink to get buzzed, drink water and make sure I eat... and I'm usually cool. ^^
Only recently has my Dad gotten pissy about me drinking, and that's because when I'm happy I dance, and he seems to feel that a girl dancing alone is "asking for it". Clearly he doesn't get out enough.
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Date: 2008-03-28 11:36 pm (UTC)I took a quiz online about what kind of drunk I'd be; a couple of my friends took it too.
Greg would be a "cuddly, but jealous" drunk.
Cris would be a "smart, drowsy" drunk (.....She needed that one explained, but it was funny.)
And I, apparently, was the funniest of all--I'd be a "philosophical" drunk. XD We wanted to get drunk just to try it out....my parents probably would've bought us alcohol, too. I'm smart enough to stop. Well, we assume so, at least, lol.
A girl dancing alone is....
XD
Dude, that makes me want to go dancing, right there, just from reading that, lol. When I'm happy I become a regular music; burst out into song and dance, and usually bring other people into it, lol. It's really hilarious, but Greg saw me once at christmas last in the mall with my mom shopping, and I was dancing and singing along to Winter Wonderland, and out of nowhere Greg and I are dancing around together. XD We drew quite a crowd; some people even started joining in!
Ah, good times, good times. Greg was eventually laughing too hard to keep dancing and signing, but he had fun while he could, lol.
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Date: 2008-03-31 06:51 pm (UTC)I can say for a fact that I'm a cuddly drunk. (amused) But your parents should be really careful buying alcohol. Some places are doing the "host laws" thing where even if the parents don't have a clue, if there's underaged drinking on their property they can catch jail time for it.
XD I dance when I'm happy. Alcohol just speeds up the process, really. My Dad just can't get around what he thinks other guys are thinking, because that's what he would be thinking. Personally, I think he's just full of it. And if any guys are thinking like, that, they're going to learn better soon enough.
XD Cheers for good friends! (toasts with coffee, for she is at work)
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Date: 2008-04-04 10:43 pm (UTC)Eh....my taste buds are VERY sensitive. Everything tastes very, very different to me.
Oh, don't worry. Alcohol really isn't big in our family. The most any ever does is, like, a bottle of beer when celebrating or at the super bowl or something. *Shrugs* And that's only my dad; none of us really like alcohol except him. And even he drinks just that bottle--sometimes doesn't even finish it. And I'm the only underage one....*Laughs* And I strongly dislike it, and make sure that my friends drink as little as possible of it. ^^; I'm kind of a mother to them -- more of a mother then their own, in some cases. *grimaces*
I dance when Im happy, too. :D But no alcohol, kthx. Lol.Ah, so your dad is one of those types.....poor you. Being a kid/teena must've been, quite bluntly, hell.
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Date: 2008-04-07 04:55 pm (UTC)Good. I'm lucky that most of my under-age friends are out of the area. I'd rather have them drinking with me than elsewhere, honestly, but a lot of the new laws are so stupid... *sigh* But a law's a law, ne? If you break it, it's at your own risk.
There's a reason he's in Arkansas and I'm not. *sigh* Much as I love him, I love him more three states away with limited phone conversations.