I have some major writer's block at the moment, so this post is just me blowing off steam and trying to work my way around to writing anything.

I'm really beginning to think I was born in the wrong state. It's not even eighty degrees out, and it's been overcast all day, but I'm apparently the only girl that got the memo. Everyone else seems to be out sporting sundresses, tanktops, sunglasses and ridiculously perfect tans. I, on the other hand, have on my current favorite hoodie and my sunglasses are safely stowed in my purse until the sun actually decides to put in an appearance. Oh, and I'm fairly certain that I am actually loosing what little color my skin may possess. God's truth. I go outside in the sun, I get paler. Don't ask how that's possible, I'm really not sure.

And sweet Jesus! Good old Robert Pattinson just got a run for his money. I'm fairly certain I'm going to just throw in the towel on writing all together and just sit here and try very hard not to stare and drool over the guy who just sat down at the table next to me (Starbucks). My God. Seriously? Is it even possible for real people to look like that?

Great. Now my brain's been leeched away by the Pretty. Oh, well.

Peace, y'all

Anybody recall that ultra well-known Harry Potter fanfiction series, The Draco Trilogy by Cassandra Claire? I'm looking for a copy of it. I know it was taken down, but I was hoping that someone might have it tucked away somewhere. Anyone either have a copy of it or have any idea where I could find one? Thanks in advance!

Fuck, I can't think! I got about three hours of sleep last night, and I'm--well, I'm not exhausted, but I certainly should be. I'm running on pure caffeine and adrenaline now, so I'm not tired, but I'm incapable of things like thinking and editing what comes out of my mouth. Work tonight should be fun. Yes, that's right, I'm working the evening shift today, which probably means a bit more caffeine to stay up for it, and then I'll be up all night again tonight, and the whole thing will just keep repeating until the weekend. Fuck. Mentally, I just want to go curl up and crash. Physically? Who knows? I want to go take a walk or something, but it's raining and 40-something degrees out, so that's probably not a great idea. I have tomorrow off, and there's so much shit that I need to do that I really have to be coherent. So I have to sleep tonight. But...Ugh. I think I realized around 1AM that there's a hell of a lot more time in the day when you don't waste half of it sleeping. Probably not the greatest philosophy, but there you go.

Oh, and quote/snippet of the day from yesterday on the way out of the grocery store with Mom->
Jazzy:*reads packaging on a box* See, this is good. They support...stuff. And donate and stuff. It's good.
Mom:...*eyes Jazzy* You would make a great stoner, you know that?

I have the flu.

It sucks.

Actually, it's been so long since I've had the flu that I'd forgotten the difference between this and a cold. But yeah...This...this is no cold, that's for sure. I hurt all over, I'm completely out of it, I've got what is for me a relatively high fever (my normal body temperature is a bit lower than average), I've been throwing up, and yesterday morning I actually fainted! Not passed out as in was resting and fell asleep, but fainted. In the bathroom. Thank god I didn't hit my head on the way down. I've never passed out for no reason before (yes, I know, having the flu is the reason, but that's too general)--it's always been something like hitting my head, getting heat stroke, seeing blood...This was nothing! I was standing up taking my temperature. I leaned forward to try to read the display in the mirror, and wham. At least I had time to back away from the sink before I fell. Oh, and I feel like I just want to go take the world's longest shower and just stand in there until I feel clean. Ick! I hate being sick!

At any rate, I'm feeling better today than I was yesterday (I've been awake most of the day, for one thing), but I'm still miserable. And I'm craving spinach salad and a baked potato. I don't think the potato will be a problem, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep the salad down. But I really want it. I think I'll ignore common sense and ask Mom to make one when she gets home (whut? I'm sick).

OMFGBBQ!!!! What kind of fuckery is this? Stupid paper, write your freckin' self!

Really, this shouldn't be so difficult. It's not even a full paper: just one little section. New Moon, Edward's Departure--the aftermath and AU's. I'm only asking for five pages here. Should be easy. I've got the fics, I've got the commentary, I've got the canon, so why won't the freaking words form? WHY? *stamps foot* I am not amused. I mean, it's not even like what I'm coming up with isn't good enough, it's that I'm not coming up with anything. I have tons of notes and all that, and then I open Word and it all goes flying out the window. Fuck. (I feel that I should note, as an aside, that I swear far more in my journal--which isn't really that much, normally--compared to in RL.)

Oh, wait, it's because I'm at home. I never have been able to concentrate here (big surprise). No wonder I never did any homework or studied. How could I when I get interrupted in one form or another every two minutes. Dammit, this blows.

ZOMG!!!!!! I'm going to Twicon!!!!!!!!! Oh my feckin' God!!!!!!!!

Well, actually, I haven't registered yet. My parents have agreed to pay for that for me, probably around Christmas, which actually has me a bit nervous. The con isn't until July 2009, but will another month or so be too late? I hope not. Dumb question, I'm sure, but is anyone else on my flist going? Anyone? *listens to the crickets* Right. Well...Yeah...

TWICON! OMG LIEK WHOA!!!!!!!

So...Twilight! Saw it, want to gush. But I'll be good and just put a few observations under the cut.

( The Movie!!!!! )
Right, so anyone else's thoughts?

So...I have a bit of a dilema. Mind you, it's nothing too serious. I work at a card/party shop. Apparently, one of my bosses made some sort of arrangement with a librarian from one of the county libraries to discount/donate some balloons for an up-coming event. The librarian came in today to talk to her about the details, and while I heard a bit, I honestly didn't pay much attention because it didn't concern me. But she gave my manager a bunch of fliers and posters to advertise the event. While they were chatting, I wandered off. A little while later, my manager comes over and hands me a small flier for the event. It's a Twilight party thing, and she knows I've read the books and have already made plans to see the movie (with, amongst other people, her fiancee, who's one of my other bosses). So cool beans.

Now here's the thing, and yes, I'm probably giving it too much thought, but that's my nature. While several of my friends have read the books and are interested in seeing the movie, not a single one of them would be interested in attending this sort of thing. I, on the other hand, would love to go, if only to observe fandom in action, as it's a major interest of mine, both scholarly and for fun. So, since I have little experience with cons, midnight release parties, or anything of that nature, I'm turning to you guys. Is attending something like this solo a complete recipe for disaster, or a perfectly good idea?

Life as I currently know it:
-I gave myself a mild concussion over the weekend by accidentally dropping a log on my head.

-I got my period (not even remotely fun when you're anemic).

-My great-aunt (my favorite relative aside from my parents) passed away at the age of 87 from pneumonia (or complications from it).

-I hit my mom's friend's husband's car while pulling out of the parking lot at my violin teacher's apartment complex this evening. I suppose I should be thankful it was someone I knew instead of random person who would rake me over the coals for it. The other up side of this was that I was in the trusty Volvo. It's got a little (barely noticeable) scratch on the bumper. The guy I hit has a foot long hole punched straight through his.

-On the way home, after the aforementioned incident, I ran out of gas roughly halfway between Gainesville and Williston (aka The Middle of Nowhere).

Not been having a fun time of it lately.

ZOMFGBBQ!!!!! My computer! Fuuuucccckkkkkk!!!!!!

The screen...It's dimmed completely. Like to the point where I can barely see it, even with the brightness as high as it'll go. It--I--Guh! Fuck! My stuff! My music. My writing samples. My fiction. Everything. My baby! She can't die! What the hell am I gonna do?! I really can't afford to plunk down the cash for a new laptop right now, and evenm if I could I. Want. THIS. ONE!

(Obviously, I'm not using my laptop at the moment.)

Edit: Okay, I'm not panicing now. Amazing what a call to Dad can do. He says that it's probably just the bulb, he can either replace the display himself or we can get Fujitsu to d it (though it's no longer under warrenty), and I don't have to worry about buying a whole new machine. He'll take a look at it this evening and will help me back everything (and I mean everything) up to the his desktop (family server) and worst case senario, Mom's got an identical laptop, so he can pop my hardrive into hers.