caffeine diary

I went to the Village today. AwRIGHT! HellYEAH! Can we hear it for the pretty rainbowy stuff? Honestly, going go P-town or the Castro or the Village makes me feel like I don't own enough sweatshop produced rainbow stickers and must buy more, immediately, or my queerness will leak out my ears or something.

Er, yeah. So in Oscar Wilde books, I was browsing, and pulled out this book, and... My Dearest Holmes, I think it was called. I looked at for all of two seconds before I realized what it was...

published Holmes/Watson slash.

And my mom was right there so I go "you HAVE to buy this for me." So she did. And I literally bounced for the next two hours, 'cause I'm getting Holmeslash for Christmas. From my mom. And yeah, I know it's probably not such a good idea for my parents to know exactly what kind of stuff I read on the internet, but... dude. H/W slash that I haven't already read five thousand times for CHRISTMAS. Under the tree, Christmas morning kinda Christmas.

Real life, meet fandom. Fandom, meet real life.

*bounces*

And I found exactly what I was looking for, and... I'm done Christmas shopping. Hurrah! Everyone on my list (all... four of them) will be getting nice shiny Christmas presents. As will my stargate_santa person, provided I find the CD on which I placed the icons I made before break.

STRAIGHT A'S! This semester is officially done! All grades are finally in. Five A's. Five beautiful, beautiful solid, unchanging A's. Word. I rule.

And this site contains the most prettiness I've seen in... weeks! And amusingness. And... oh, just go. Look at pictures. Not sure how spoilerish it is, definately didn't read the TR segments, but the MS segments are safe and hilarious. Yum. Cream sweater. Yep. Worth a look. Or several.

And that, my friends, is all she wrote.

4.0 for the semester. 4.0 for the year. 3.9338 cumulative. I've been thinking about my utter inability to write a story with a happy ending. Why should this be? One of the very first stories I finished, "High Divorce Rate" ends very unhappily. Of my two novellas, one of them ends with character death. Lately I've been getting worse, not better. When I have show-related dreams involving slash, they usually involve angst and unhappiness.

I just remembered that I wanted to see what a creative writing minor might entail. *goes to do that*

love you!