So... I really don't have much to post (big surprise! - no, really) but I figured I'd put something down anyway.

I finally listened to the rest of that Snapcast episode. They had a fic reading, actually, so when I woke up at five in the morning and couldn't go back to sleep, I figured I'd lay in bed and listen to it. So I'm sitting there, ten minutes in, in the dark, in bed, at five in the morning, bawling my little eyes out. It was like, Hermione being the clean-up crew for post-Hallows Snape, and it was actually kind of gross how they went into how his neck arteries were hanging out and everything, but... It was insanely heartbreaking, being inside Hermy's head at that point, and her thinking about what a sucky life he had and not being loved ever, and then they were talking about it afterward about the funky ending with the patronuses and how Snape's patronus came out as a hawk when they were closing the tomb because it probably was meant to be what it was before it was a doe like Lily and all, but then the doe showed up and he followed her into the Forest, and it was like she had forgiven him and come back to lead him home and I was just like, "BAAAAAAAAAAW!"

... That was a sucky synopsis, but that's ok. *sniffle*

It terms of other things that don't make my inner fangirl want to roll up in a ball and die, D's been sick and everything, so I sent him a copy of the Giley!fic, along with a lovely rundown of the Buffy knowledge he needed. It went something like:

"Giles: Think Remus Lupin (werewolf, Harry Potter, you know?) Think glasses. Think British. Think Obi-Wan, Gandalf or Dumbledore undercover as a librarian. Think... Tweed."

Unfortunately, however, the attatchment wouldn't go, so he ended up calling me and I read it to him over the phone. I think it made him feel alot better. If he visits today, then I might read him the first part of the Snilly fic. (This all reminds me that I need to do my ff.net thing- argh, I have to get around to that.)

Im just throwing this out, now that I'm on a bit more of a Furuba kick and I picked up this new icon and all, but I'm sort of starting to realize that I really identify with Tohru. I mean, I know she seems cute and innocent and all, but she's got some serious inner demons. That, and she tries to make everyone around her happy and feel better and all. In fact... I think she might be one of my favorite female characters... In general. I mean, more than Hermione for sure, and more that Willow I think, and maybe more than Kaylee? That's questionable. But yeah.

Hey, you know that new Kelly Clarkson song, My Life Would Suck Without You? I can't help but think of how perfect this is for my Life's Work- by which I mean the lyrics work and not so much the peppy tune (SNAPE DOES NOT APPROVE.) But really, it does work ridiculously well.

Being with you
Is so dysfunctional
I really shouldn't miss you,
But I can't let you go

or my favorite, and the most perfect few lines ever:

I know that I've got issues
But you're pretty messed up too
Either way, I found out
I'm nothing without you

Hee. <3

I also went shopping with my mum yesterday, and my God I was in a good mood. Even my mum, the maternal-like Mrs. Weasly was like, "Uh... Are you okay? You're so... Cheery." Maybe it's 'cause I got to rest my brain a little bit when I was sick. But I was in such a good mood that I ended up telling her that I danced with Tyler at the semi. I had just talked about it with Echo (just before Inkheart, actually, so that's why it was so weird seeing him there) and I thought I was going to keep it to myself. But I was just feeling so fuzzy that I kept literally opening my mouth to say it, and it wouldn't come out. So I'd be quiet again. And finally my mum just sort of popped out with, "Oh, hey, how's Tyler?" And I was just like, "OK YEAH ABOUT THAT- EEEE!?" And she thought it was cute, and tried to convince me that he didn't ask simply because Paige told him to. Because he would totally do that. He went out with Allison in junior high just because he heard she liked him and he felt bad. So I dunno. I'll see Paige on the bus at one point or another and maybe we can girl talk more? =3 She's good at that.

Hockey game today- I'm not sure if Timmy will be playing, though. I'm sure, as always, that Erica would be tremendously happy if he did. BRUUUUUUIIIINS YEAH!

So much time, so little to tell. Wait. No. Scratch that, put it in reverse.

Ok, so... Going back to Friday. Mr. Mintz was talking about schizophrenia and how some people babble nonsense, which is called word salad. He says, "It's as if you take all the words of the english language and turn them into bits of lettuce and tomatoes and cucumbers, and..." "And those funky little onions!" "YES!" he says to me. "AND THOSE FUNKY LITTLE ONIONS!"

Um... I had this dream night before last that was kind of a Buffy thing, and I swear Giles was in it, and I'm almost certain Snape was there too. But they were hanging out with Howl, and maybe I was Buffy? But anyway, Howl called me on my cell phone to warn me about demons or whatever, and he was speaking in a French accent. And I was like, "Hey, aren't you British?" And he was like, "Um?" Before which he went off on a whole rant about why he was obviously Frnch, and didn't I pay any attention at all? But then Snape's first cat from my Snape!fic was there, except he was turned into a t-shirt... And someone was wearing him? But it was still Snape's cat... But then last night I had a Buffy-like dream too, but I don't remember much about that. Oddly, I hadn't watched the show for a while before any of that...

So. The Christmas party. I won't even go into the history of the annual Christmas party that my dad's side of the family has. But, in essence, I'm usually pretty dependent on the presence of my Aunt Cheryl, who writes self-help books and has been on Good Morning America and Oprah, and God knows what else. So she did indeed come, and she brough another lovely author-friend from California, who has done basically the same. Dude. They. Saved. My life. I would have died in the hor d'oeurves if they hadn't been there.

So Cheryl and Debbie (Debbie Ford, the author friend) were talking to me and they decided that I should write a book about what parents should and shouldn't do during a divorce, basically because my parents went through a bloodbath. 'Cause you know that nine year old boy who wrote a book about women? People dig young authors, apparently, so yeah. Thanks for giving me this two weeks after NaNoWriMo. I dunno what I'll do with it now. (Oh, and also? Debbie has a son one year younger than me, and he loves ComicCon too. =DDDDDD)

What else, what else... OH FRUITS BASKET~

*sigh* Ok, so what else? I did some lovely drawings this weekend, and I might post one or two once I ink them. They're all Snape!fic, of course, all with Meloric, simply because I was in that cute-yet-melancholic-Furuba-induced-mood. She's very much like that, now that I think about it, sort of like my postwar!Snape. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess. (Which makes sense, because she really does love her daddy very much.) *D'awwwwww~* <3333333333333333333333333

Oh, here we go: a wet fish slap back to reality. Turns out my cold hands and poor circulation mean I have Reynaud's disease. I'd assumelyricalecho has it too, judging how she turns purple and stuff. But anyway, we won't die or anything. Oddly enough, I did some research and do you know what sometimes causes Reynaud's? (Or is the effect of, if I read it wrong, which would be bad.) But anyway, do you know what I'm talking about? Lupus. Lupus. Dr. House is now coming to impale my head on his cane.