*pokes flist*

Just did a whole huge long post on the Spiral about teaching and why i think im going to quit and become a circus clown.

it mainly comes down to the fact that being a clown would be less scary than being a teacher.

plus, then i could give everyone nightmares.

( cheese with your whine? )

this is a very whiney post. yuck.

lets try again.

Im working on my remix fic! and im having a great time, but im struggling because the person who i am remixing is a fabulous writer and im a little intimidated. plus, several very well written stories, and help?

also, am actually working on a kid's book, which is more nerve-wracking than you would think. im using my cheesy copy of How to Write a Children's Book, which makes me feel vaguely stupid, but at least im trying. ive written an erased large amounts of text. the problem is, is there ISNT large amounts of text in children's books! eek!

Brandus had mentioned several times the plan to move back South, which thrills me to pieces. big sis might like the snow, but snow and i have never gotten along. of course, it will still be a couple of years, at least, before we can escape from Colorado, but the plan is still there.

And, for Shannon. i told her i would, and i will. there is a very nasty insult behind the cut. Shannon has been hangin out with some evil people, and they deserve it.

( its bad, i mean it. )

Spamalot

Am feeling fairly chatty today, so i apologize in advance for spamming my flist.

I still have 50 invites to gmail. FIFTY. im not sure i know FIFTY people to give them too. i want them to go away, as they keep piling up, and soon i will have a million and that will be too much pressure in my email and then i will quit. or cry, or do something equally stupid.

tonight is freshmen night at the high school wherein i sort of work. which means that we will be invaded by tiny 8th graders who have no idea how real life, or high school, works. my head aches already.

i am out of milk at home. woe. but i did have a brownie.

sirkpega and i were chatting on AIM the other day, and decided that our cd rom drives needed to double as transport systems. so i can send her cookies, or Dukes of Hazzard, and she can send me chocolate and action figures.

i offered to send one of the cats, but we decided he might get there a little too flat.

my brain is bright and shiny. i am smart. S-M-R-T.

i feel the need to write Constantine fic. Specifically, about Angela. Or Gabriel. cause dude, Gabriel.

am still trying to figure out the significance of the scene after the credits. am very confused.

also, i need an icon of the Holy Brass Knuckles. cause, hee!

The Army Reserve just tried to recruit me by email. i shit you not.

Needy

i have a very odd little Lost Walt piece that needs some looking over. im not sure im happy with it yet, but if anyone would want to look at it and see what you think, that would be very cool.

also, i have a very extremely odd request.

Im working on a tshirt for all the ladies i did the Monologues with, and i need to know what terms you have heard/used for your vaginas*. yes, im serious. leave 'em in the comments. or email them to me iffen your embarassed. alianoraATgmailDOTcom.

looking for any and all, crude or not. violet_quill, im counting on you, especially. i cant remember all of the terms used in the intro, and i dont have it written down for some reason.

*or, you know, other peoples, if you dont happen to have one.