I don't know when it all stopped making sense. It was somewhere between Gus and last week, and now I don't know what I'm doing at all. I don't think it's missing people that's making me go crazy, I think it's just me - me failing - and not having an excuse scares me. It could be because of my dad, I tell myself, or because I just never handled Gus or because I miss Aidan or because I'm just really fucking tired. Yeah. It could be any of those. But it doesn't feel like any of those. It feels like I lost control. Did I ever HAVE control? Because the last two years have been one long emotional storm, and I never get a complete grip on what I'm feeling before something else fucking happens, and I'm tired of it.

The thing I need least is a season where I'm supposed to be happy; but what I need most is a vacation. I guess I'll just let them cancel each other out.

I've never made so many hick jokes in my life. I mean, I love Oregon. I do. I adore where I live. I think it's beautiful and hippie-ish and just... cute and funky and outdoors. But driving down towards California is like, "Ooh, look. A town with nothing in it but rednecks. Wait... don't get out of the car... it's past 5:30 PM, Asians aren't allowed to be outside without an escort. They won't arrest you, but you might get beat up." xDDDDDDDD

So yes. Past Portland you drive through manymany hicktowns that are actually rather scary if you're not white *points to self and dances*. Exception is Eugene [home of the University of Oregon and more hippies than you could possibly count. I got approached three times in an hour to become a member of the peace party]... and Ashland, but that's just because Ashland is a little artsy community because of the Shakespeare festival.

Anyways, we went on a college tour, basically. U of O and Willamette and Southern Oregon University. They're all... surprisingly pretty. But I really don't want to go to school in Oregon... >_> <_< I mean, I wouldn't object to going to U of O and might end up there just because the number of kids from schools in my area that go there is ridiculous. But if I had a choice, I would at least get out of the state. XD

Yay 16th birthdays complete with the inability to drive! :D

I'm... updating? O___o

I dunno. It's summer. I've got time and I don't want to go to sleep because I had a night terror last night DX.

I had a meltdown on my DevArt journal. >_<;; Like a big "I HATE THE WORLD I HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE IT" sort of meltdown. Maybe it was warranted, I don't know. Hospitals make me a little emotionally unstable, so for now that's what I'll blame. Hospitals scare me like crazy, and they remind me of Gus and Daddy and Uncle Ken and Uncle Gary... especially Gus, and especially the Children's Wing, which is the nicest branch of the hospital and the one with the coffee. But hospitals just generally suck. The whole apprehension is made worse because everyone I've visited in the hospital this year has died besides one (grand total? 6/7), and Nana isn't going to be any exception. She's basically going to die any minute. Just, hopefully it's after she's out of the hospital and settled in my aunt's house. The hospital is such a horrible place to die, and she misses her cat and... you know, it's just not worth it to put her through so much pain when she's so old and so close to death.

I'm just tired of dealing with things, I guess. I want everyone to stay alive this summer besides Nana, do you hear me, everyoneIknow? No more surprise collapses or painful deteriorations or car crashes or any of that nonsense, kay? And while I'm at it, all the future parents in my mom's class, no abusing your children. It makes me think the entire human race is a pointless piece of shit.

Mostly, I just miss feeling like I have control of things.

I'm tired, I've got more homework than I know what to do with, I miss my camp, and I'm having a really good year. ^^ Hah, and with that opening you thought this was going to be a rant.

I got a letter from one of the kids from ODS the other day--my favorite girl in my cabin. I love her. Haley is so awesome it's ridiculous. *adores* On a side note, I wish I could stalk Christian, but I can't. It's too bad, because he might have been my favorite kid in the entire bloody camp. HE WAS SO CUTE. :D He and Ryan were like the most adorable 6th grade boys everrrrr. :D:D:D

My forum is starting to perk up, which is nice, because I missed it.

Gemma from Zor'z is back! *GLOMPS HER*

BEEBS WILL GET AN AIM/ANSWER HIS PMS/CHECK HIS EMAIL IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!!!! *MAIMS*

Heehee. <3

I MISS MY CHICA. *DIES OF WITHDRAWAL*

I saw my baby! Tanner. He doesn't know he's my baby because he thinks he's a big kid and that he's outgrown me. BUT HE'S WRONG! GRRRR. TANNER IS MY BABY FOREEEVVVVVEEEERRRRRR. That must mortify him, that big 5th grader! *mists up*

And... I BEAT HIM AT AIR HOCKEY! WOOOOOOT! It was the accomplishment of my week. It made me tré happy.

¿Y vosotros? ¿Comó estaís?

Ahhhh, I'm on such a hard-literature binge it's sort of ridiculous, but I have to run around here and proclaim my undying love for a few books for a minute because JOY OF ALL JOYS, they are so amazingly fantabulous they make my heart sing with glee! *feasts upon them*


Angela's Ashes is by far one of the best memoirs I've ever read in my entire life. It's sweet and poignant and every blessed time I finish a chapter I'm sobbing and aching for Frank McCourt, because holy shit did his life suck. 0.o The memoir is remarkable, because he tells it all in present tense, and he sounds so very child-like that you can almost hear the four-year-old with a New York accent talking to you in the back of your mind. ('I wonder why Dad is telling Oliver a Cuchulain story. He knows the Cuchulain stories are mine, but when I look at Oliver I don't mind. His cheeks are bright red, he's staring into the dead fire, and you can see he has no interest in Cuchulain.' - p. 68) And he paints the other characters so well--desperate, broken Mother and drunken, tired Father and the perfect little brother and the Irish family. *sobs and clings to the book* I am wonderfully happy that this is on my reading list for school, and I'm really glad I decided to read it because it's way different from Teacher Man, the memoir he wrote about teaching English, essentially, in the New York ghetto, that I read this summer, but it's still fantabulous and amazing and I LOVE IT SO VERY MUCH. <3

*cringes at all those run-on sentences*

I need to have a moment of John Steinbeck appreciation, because I just re-read East of Eden, and it really says something that I can read that book three times in the course of a year and still be amazed and enthralled by how good a writer he is. He's the best character author I've ever read, plain and simple. And while I love his other books, (Travels With Charlie, The Grapes of Wrath, and Of Mice and Men tend to be my other favorites by Mr. Steinbeck), East of Eden, for me, is simply the ultimate. His characters! I mean, it's a huge honkin' book, but Holy God, it rocks so unbelievably hard. Every time you start to get sort of tired of a character, he leaps to another one, and you sit there completely baffled for a few chapters and then he ties them all together and shows you everything and oh my god, it's absolutely amazing. *_* Lurrrrvvvveeeee. <3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 In fact, I can't even say how good it is. This paragraph sums up my complete and total love and adoration for it:

'And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for that is one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are all lost.' (p. 131)

... And then it talks about Adam and Cathy, who are, I believe, the best characters in the entire book. <3

Ayn Rand. Do I need to say anything more? Ayn Rand amazes me, plain and simple. I want to squish her with thought-provoking, futuristic love. *beams and hugs her books*

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde! WOW. Why did I wait so long to read that?! It's phenomenal. *hugs it* It's like... like... that book reminds me of Poe, and if you know me at all, you know how completely and utterly obsessed with Poe I am.

The Things They Carried. I have to say, I'm guilty of forgetting about this book sometimes when I talk about collections of personal short stories that I love, because I'm usually inclined to go on and on about David Sedaris and quote David Sedaris and talk about how wonderful it is to listen to him talk and then eventually move on to how I need his new book ASAP, or perhaps the latest Ray Bradbury short I read, because I bought his huge anthology of doom with my own money and only allow myself five a month. ^^ But I really do adore this book. David Sedaris stands out to me more, I think, because he's just hilarious. His books are really, endlessly enjoyable and laugh-out-loud funny and occasionally just completely haunting ("A Plague of Tics" from Naked just makes you shiver with it's unabashed honesty, as does "Ashes" from the same collection. Sadly, I did not need to look up the names for either short story... I just know them by heart... pathetic much? Yes? Well, I'm obsessed, so suck it.), but Tim O'Brien is just... wow. A fantastic writer. "The Man I Killed" is haunting and emotional and moving, and it's all about the guilt and horror and shock and sorrow O'Brien feels after killing someone in the war, not-in-combat. And yet he never once says how he's feeling. He describes the man and Kiowa talks to him, and you know exactly what he's feeling. It's deep and thoughtful and terribly sad, but just amazing. You totally get a feel for what he means, even though most of us have no idea what it's like to look down at the person you killed. There's also a wonderful story called "Speaking of Courage", and that didn't hit as hard as the "Notes" afterwards. ("There was no suicide note, no message of any kind. 'Norman was a quiet boy,' his mother wrote, 'and I don't suppose he wanted to bother anybody.'" ((p.160)))  BLLAAAHHHH, I love this book. ^.^

Ehehehe... this is long, so I'm going to stop. But YES, THOSE BOOKS ARE MY GODS. <3333333333333333333333333

*goes off to re-read The Things They Carried*

Blah definitely required that many A's and H's, BTW.

Yes, so, this is just a quick little update so I can spontaneously explode and declare my undying hatred of my religion teacher.

DIE, BASTARD, DIE!

COME OUT OF THE FREAKING CLOSET! LEARN HOW TO MEDITATE! HOW DO YOU TALK TO A MOUSE IN HAWAII?! AAHHHHH, YOU'RE TEACHING ABORIGINE RELIGION AND I'M BORED! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THAT WAS POSSIBLE! *FLAILS*

I miss my crazy Republican campus minister religion teacher! <3

...

AND WTF IS UP WITH THAT?! I MISS RANDY?!?! Blahhhhhh.

Ok, well, here's why. I figure that my having to take religion has actually been a good thing, because it helped me a lot last year when Grandpa died and Gus was in the hospital and etc. etc. etc. ^.^ Christology, or the way Randy taught Christology, was a very thought-provoking class. We had a lot of great discussions, and he made us ask ourselves hard questions. What DO you believe about God? Jesus? Humanity? Do you believe that Humanity is ultimately good or evil or something in between? Do you fall into a religious category, or are you still exploring your beliefs to be able to answer that question? Why do you believe what you believe? How does it impact your world view? How can you apply your beliefs about God and Humanity and apply them to how you live your every day life? And my beliefs changed so much in that class, and above I think all of my other teachers last year, Randy got me. I miss how it made me question things and think about things in a different light. I don't know if I would have been able to take a deep breath and just think to myself, you know what? It's ok. You just have to breathe and trust that there's something in this world that's making sure you're not taking on too much without that class. -.-

Anyway, that's not as short as I thought it would be, but yes. I miss Randy and his class and knowing where I stand spiritually. I need a good meditation, which would be easier if I wasn't about ready to fall asleep whenever I had a spare moment. ^^

*Is killing herself due to the religion homework she has*

GAAAHHHHH. I HATE RELIGION HOMEWORK. I HATE IT DEAD! *dies*

OF COURSE, with all this negativity surrounding the homework at my crazy ass school of doom, I often forget that it was indeed my CHOICE to stay here. So, I was reminded today why I don't want to transfer.

It. Is. Made. Of. Win.

My school is AWESOME and I LOVE it. It's obviously the coolest high school of all time, and I WILL contest this with anyone who cares doubt my sincerity. We've got too much homework, nuns, and a bunch of crazy as fuck teachers. And bitchy and annoying girls. And no boys. And we STILL kick ass. Our mascot is a dancing blue music note, and we beat you!

Pwnsome.

And why do we beat you? Simple. We have beginning of the year assemblies. We embrace our class colors.  We laugh loudly at the Frosh, because they get stuck with yellow. We chant our class songs. Loudly. We scream them, more accurately, at the top of our lungs in the Auditorium. No one says this out loud, but half of the reason for this is to scare the Frosh shitless. We actually do call our Freshman 'frosh', to their faces, and run down Frosh Hall yelling.

But do you want to know why I really love my school?

It's because at our beginning of the year assembly, our ASB (Associated Student Body) officers design something they think will be funny. This year?

A Harry Potter Spoof.

Winsome.

Harry Potter, first off, was Latino. The girl who played Hermione compared herself to Hermione in her ASB election speech (and she won, woot). Ron just looked like a girl wearing pants... but that's ok, because Blondie slicked back her hair and played Draco. I. Love. SMAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH! <3 I also love how we say SMAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH. It's... it's...

IT'S SO ME! *_*

So then they got the crazy religion teacher who everyone thinks is gay and is a practicing 'Buddhatholic' to play Voldemort. ("GOOD MORNING, LADY BLUES!" "..." "I said, GOOD MORNING, LADY BLUES!" "... Good morning, Mr. H" "SO, today we're going to read my daughter's world religion textbook. It's a children's book called The Coconut Monk, and it's just the cutest story ever with the best moral, and then we're going to journal about it! Now, come on, let's do our Tai-Chi warm ups!") And then they broke all of the teachers up into teams and they had a dance-off on stage! AAHHHH, I LOVE MY SCHOOL! *tackles is* AND AND AND AND AND AND AND--SIS LIN! SIS LIN AND THE LATIN/RELIGION TEACHER WHO ARE BOTH OLD LIPSYNCED TO HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL. <3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 While the rest of the teachers danced back up, and and and and and the History department got a standing ovation because everyone loves the head of the History section. And we cheered so loud for so long for the PE/Health teachers that they gave up on their little 'my subject is better than YOUR subject, bitches!' spiel and just walked off to the side. YES, we crazy as hell Lady Blues appreciate our not-heavy work classes. A lot. Gym=no homework. Health=sleep in class and open one eye to do your projects and study for your final.

AHHHHH, AND I LOVE THE HEAD OF THE MATH DEPARTMENT! <3 She's pwnsome and she's SO CUTE! ^____________^ As Julia put it, being mean to her is like kicking a puppy. So when people booed her I glared and yelled. You don't boo at a puppy. Meanies.


Ok. Right. When I start bitching about my school, remind me that I do, in fact, adore it above all reason and logic, because it's made of winsauce.

Plus let's be honest I hate most everyone who goes to my local Public High school. xDDDD

Ok, last entry of the summer of doom, love, and England.

...

And Chica... XD

I'm not ready to go back... but oh well. >> I've realized that A: I'm going to hate Sarah by the end of the year and B: I have like half of my classes with Gemma. The other half with aforementioned Sarah. And I was of the opinion that I was alone in my Creative Writing class, but it turns out Claire, who has a lj that I've never bothered friending, is in it with me. Which is nice, I suppose. But I'll rather miss getting to zone out in class and not talk to anyone, lol. Ah, the sweet times of being one of two frosh in my math class... how I hated Sophomores by the end of it. Granted, that was a bad class of Sophomores, 'cause Julia is like the coolest person ever, but still. It was a rather epic failure.

Right, so Sarah and I share a locker... and we have math, Chemistry, English, and world history together. And I think religion second semester, at least. xDDDDD And to think, when we first got our schedules, we only had math together. Good thing she chickened out of Honors Chem and switched. Or maybe it's a bad thing, because we're doing the high school equivalent of living and working together.

Ok, I'm going to go print out pictures for my and Sarah's locker and watch Stolen Summer, the best movie ever. If you can find it, watch it. Please. I live for that movie.

And Sarah, I forgot Totoro at your house. Again.

OK. THIS IS FOR CHICA. NO ONE ELSE WILL UNDERSTAND WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, AND I DON'T CARE. IT IS FOR CHICA. CHIIIIICA. YOU WILL NOT GET IT. YOU NEED NOT READ IT.

OK, Chica. If this doesn't work for some stupid beyond all-fuck reason, I don't know where the hell I'm going to put it so you can read this. -.- I hate your computer. I hate it de--well, no, not dead, because then I'd never be able to talk to you... but you get the idea.

RIGHT. So here we go.



Awww... Chica, you make me ooze fluff... and het. WTF. I love you. *twitch* I'm going to miss RP badly when school starts and I've got no spare time. But I think I'll miss glomping you constantly more... *hicsob* **IS SUCH A HORMONAL GIRL**

Huh, well, I've been meaning to update for a while. But I haven't and I haven't and I haven't and then, whoops, I didn't again. I had a lot to say, but I was... not being good at saying it. I dunno. I've been getting way better at talking about stuff, and then things just sort of... you know, die. I guess I sort of expected another onset waaaay sooner, between Grandpa and Gus and my Uncle and... well, everything. Really, the last few months shouldn't have been nearly as fun as they were.




If you'd rather hear something happy... Chica and I have been having a splendid time acting like idiots all over the internets. :D Mostly on AIM. Really, it's incredible. I feel really, really happy when I'm talking to her. ^^ She makes me act like myself, all happy and bouncy and hyper. I haven't been feeling like that lately, and it's nice. I've been cheering HER up a lot, which I find random and odd. I always think she's cheering me up. T_T Apparently, I'm amusing. Who knew? Honestly, I don't think of myself as funny. ^^

I made a lot of money nannying. The kid was perfect. I got a $75-ish bonus just because she liked me. *love*

I'm obsessed with KH fandom right now. To know this, all you need to do is look at my devart profile... besides the cowboy!Malia picture and the DRUGS!Wicked picture, everything on there is AkuRoku. Basically. I love them muuccchhhllllyyyy. Besides RP with Chica, everything I've been doing online is that fandom as of late.

It's just t3h lurve. *glomps Sarah for showing it to her*

Oh, yeah, and my English class? Dude, it's going to rock out-fucking-loud. Sarah, Gemma, and I all in one class. I'm super excited. <3

Ok, I think I'm done for the night. This took me ages, I kept on getting emo'd out by it and switching to other tabs to amuse myself with fluff. T_T

Giving Chica her IsiLia drabbles tomorrow as a 'WELCOME BACK FROM YOUR FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL' present. (Haha, she's back in school already). To bribe her into telling me as many stories as is humanly possible... mwahaha!

(Good thing I basically flat-out told her that)

She's writing me a Chodemort, though! LOVE! LOVELOVELOVELOVELOVELOVE! THAT'S MY FAVORITE HET PAIRING OF ALL TIME! *GLOMPS IT TO DEATH* Best. Crack. Ever.

CHODEMORT-MY CRAAAAKKKKKKYYYY ANTI-DRUG! <3

Shower--and Daily Show and Colbert Report--time for Malia. Nightnight.

Well, England rocked. Out loud. It was so outrageously fun! Only now I'm tired and about to fall over and Sarah, if I don't call you, it's because I finally gave up and went to sleep. -.-

Oh, BTW, EDINGBURGH. BEST. CITY. EVER. <3

I'm currently typing up the very first part of a fic I started writing on the plane, inspired by Gay Street in Bath. :D ... Yes, Draco is a prostitute. Yay! It's crakkkkky and most likely smutty goodness... and way, way, way not HD compliant. ^_______^

('Draco took a moment to let his short-circuited brain attempt to sort out what he'd just heard. "You're whoring yourselves out to Uncle Severus!"')

Putting up pics on myspace... because I'm lazy and don't feel like uploading them elsewhere. I'll probably end up putting my favorites up anyways.

Have a computer in Cotswolds.

Will not be able to update. :D

Mayhaps in Edinburgh?

Love you all and am still having a fabulous time sending crazy postcards to my family and not my friends for I brought none of their addresses. You shall hear it eventually. 

I was going to update by saying 'Malia wishes to update her livejournal, however she has unfortunately been abducted by aliens and cannot reach a computer'. This being rather vague and not making sense unless I explained it, I decided against it. ^_^

No, I shall not explain it now even though I have the time. XP

Had more to say, train of thought is gone. This entry, overall, flows awfully and I'm not ashamed. :P

Now to go write another postcard to Frankie about the Japanese tourists at the English pubs.

I really should lay off them... but I'm half Japanese, so screw it.

Well, I love and miss you all, but England has totally been kicking ass. It's just awesome amounts of fun. However, I have to update you on my list of irrational fears. ^_^

Squirrels
Geese
These really weird pens that creep me out
Ravens (New!)
Pigeons (New!)

Ravens. Are. So. Scary! SO SCARY! I am forever terrified of them and their scariness! *Is dead* They're huge and evil and they bite and they eat pounds upon pounds of raw meat and peck peoples eyes out and STALK YOU! TERRRRRIIIIFFFFFIIIIEEEEDDDDD! >_>

PIGEONS! THEY'RE SO FREAKING DIRTY, AND THERE'S SO MANY OF THEM, AND THEY'LL RUN AT YOU IF THEY THINK YOU HAVE FOOD, AND OHMYGODS I HATE THEM SO MUCH, THEY ABSOLUTELY TERRIFY ME!

So far, I have run into ALL of my strange fears while in England. T_T

But... I love it. It's so much fun, I'm having a grand old time. ^^ Oooh, and to think it was almost the trip that never was! O.O Horrible, I say, horrible! The day before we left at about 11 PM, my Nana took a spill. As she is 89 years old, this was slightly problematic and uber scary. So my parents went to check on her at her apartment, and they were gone until 3 AM. Thusly, I was up until about 3 AM. My crazy friend that spends far too much time online late with me, <lj user=standardsorrow>, kept me company until about 1, but as she's on the East coast... lol. So then I spent an hour in the shower (T_T, I was so tired and I had to stay up in case they had to go to the hospital and they needed something), and then spent the next hour just... failing. :P Almost falling asleep, being angry at my dog, desperately looking for fanfiction to keep me awake, etcetra. All in all, the night sucked. A lot. I'm angry with it.

Of course, the next 48 hours I spent travelling and definitely not sleeping. I was so bloody tired by the time it was 2 PM over here, I nearly died. >>

Oh, but the hot guys! THERE'S SO MANY OF THEM. *Is a testosterone deprived crazy person* T3h yummmmmmm! Unfortunately, most of these incredibly sexy guys have been Germanic... um... what? There were two Spanish guys, a really, really, really incredibly hot french guy (I've heard Frenchies are overrated but DAMN. *_*) and two Brits. With a lot, a lot, a lot of super hot Germanic guys mixed in. O_O So sexy. Accents, bodies, faces, hair, HAIR, CLOTHES! ^_^ I is one happy, happy child. 

I have much more to say it, but not an incredible amount of time, lol. I have a rather fabulous little traveller's journal going on, it's... um... very Raven. ^________^ Don't be too horribly terrified... or do. Considering I spent about three pages describing how incredibly awesome chillies are... AND THEY ARE. THEY ARE SO FREAKING COOL AND CUTE AND SOOOOO PHOTOGENIC! LOVE <33333333333333333

On top of this, I am such a huge plant snob. >> I know, how random. It shall all be explained when I get home and have enough time to put on everything I want to put on.

Oh, and <lj user=mirithespazz>, mom wants to know where you're bookstore was. She can't find a decent one.

I LOVE YOU ALL! I shall try to update at least once more before we leave, maybe even in the next two days. Depends of if I can get my parents to come back. Speaking of which, here they are. I should leave now. ^^

Well, darlings, I leave for England tomorrow! In like twelve hours! *Is ticking the hours away* Butt...

OH MY GOODNESS DARLINGS, I WILL MISS YOU ALL! >>;

Fabien and I must have spent five minutes saying goodbye to each other today. T_T I'll miss her lotsly.

Sarah is going to kill me for saying that, but she can bugger off.

Just kidding, Sarah darling. ^^

Fwaa! I'm so excited! *RUNS AROUND IN LARGE CIRCLES*

I'm going to try and update at least once while I'm in London. Plus, I'm keeping a traveler's log for... myself... and as I'm generally so sarcastic when I write them, I might post it just for kicks when I return.

I shall be back... like on AIM and stuff on the 15th. Or probably the 16th for jetlag. I'm crazy when jetlagged. :P Fabien knows... she got my crazy try-to-stay-awake PM when I was jetlagged last. XP

Ah, Sarah, you're giving me a look. I can feel it. ^__________^

Well, TA'S DARLINGS. <3

With my Post-Its and books, I am completely OCD. Yay! I think I get more OCD when I haven't slept. Luckily, this does not transfer over to my packing, or we may have a problem.

First off, I know, Post-Its? How OCD can you be with Post-Its? Oh, so OCD. So OCD. For those of you who have seen my room, my calendar (which was only there to balance out my room anyways... yeah, the OCDness again :P) and my letters from my favorite little kids are gone from that spot over my bed. ^^ The latter have been put in what I like to call 'The Big Bad Binder of Epic Doom'. AKA: The Thing That Holds Awards and Other Shit I Don't Have Space For. Also the place I keep the American Legion Award. Where else would you put it? Somewhere where people can see that you basically won the Young Republican Award? I think not. Wrong political party, guys. Anyway, that spot is now covered with Post-its in five colors: pink, yellow, green, blue, and purple. In that order. Because if you pretend pink is red and take out a bunch of colors, it's in the same order as the rainbow! ... *cough*

Zanywho, I gots all my Post-its up! FWEEE! They have all my fic ideas on them. Pink is romance, yellow is comedy, green is original, blue is tragedyt/hurt/comfort, and purple is angst! Yes, I most certainly DO need an entire color for angst! ^_^ It looks pretty. It also made me super, super inspired to write some comedy. Sample muse? 'Fred is displeased with the amount of wailing going on about his death. He proceeds to prank the Weasley family in heaven, safe from his mother's rage.'

^^ Deviantart makes me much more happy about Fred's death than is most likely normal.

Besides this, my books are all organized! <3 Sorted by genre (fantasy and sf on the shelves in the computer room, picture books and series in my room, and the other stuff like literature, fiction, memoir, and historical fiction and what not in the case in the closet) and author's last name. My whole shelf of Agatha Christie amazes me. So does the shelf of Anne McCaffrey. Ah, the love I have for those women. *SIGH*

All of this makes for a very happy, if stressed out and tired, me. ^^

Side note: Boccone Dolce--Bitch yes. Made my life better. <3333333