Behold the Internet

Oh my God, my kingdom for a cell tower!

Just...goddamn it, West Virginia. GOD DAMN IT ALL.

Yeah, I said it. Wanna fight about it?

In light of Six Aparts censorship campaign, I would like to give my flist a head's up and let you all know that should things go more pearshaped, you can always find me on InsaneJournal and GreatestJournal under the same username of impextoo (for the regular blatherings about my life) and sneakermoose (for original fictions stuffs).

I just opened these accounts, so if nothing is showing up there, DON'T PANIC. I'm in the process of moving stuff over.

One! I have just scalped my Facebook profile. My Facebook friends, be grateful that the wall remains--it too almost went on the chopping block.

Two! I took a nap and during the course of the nap, proceeded to write "See a doctor" on my left arm. ATTN Rebekah's Subconscious: Is there something we need to talk about? Because I am seriously weirded out.

So, my Pilates teacher told me I'd be great at ballet.

Except...except for the the fact that I'm over 200 pounds.

So I am more amazing than I that. I totally though I bombed (and in my vocabulary, we're talking a low B) my SOC 101 exam, but yeah, definitely made a 97 on it. It would be shameful if I ruined my 4.0 by getting a B in SOC 101 or Pilates.

Okay, Bejeweled 2 and I have a tumultuous history, but yesterday I totally kicked its ass. I got to level 13 (after playing for 52:10...in class) and got an all-time high score of 81,511.

One of the peoples in my Nanowrimo story are beginning to look suspiciously like Medieval Canadians.

Man, my legs are blindingly white. But a tanning booth is just a person-sized Easy Bake Oven that gives you cancer rather than brownies.

treehugger05 is going to come visit me on Saturday. *spazzes with joy*

Oh my God, Joe Gunning and the rest of his class just graduated. I'M SO OLD. ;__;

druidspell was supposed to come visit yesterday, but she totally didn't. You're just breaking my heart over here, Laura. WHY MUST YOU TEST OUR LOVE? WHY?!

I've only had half a pretzel today and I am starving. There is nothing on campus open after I get out of class and all the restaurants around here know me waaaaaay too well--thus I am embarrassed to eat regularly at these few places, because I am fat and I really don't like reinforcing the idea that I'm fat because I eat nothing but fast food.

You never quite realize what a delightful little breeze there is at ankle-height until you wear capris. It's drafty down there.

( If you are Catholic and/or offended by heresy, you probably don't want to click this )

For those on you on my flist that haven't friended sneakermoose, I just updated it. Maybe...maybe you should check it out?

*desperately hopes for support on her Nanowrimo project*

I know what you're thinking--"Holy crap, impextoo, Nanowrimo isn't for another six months!" Well, to that I must admit I am a terrible, no-good procrastinator and if I waited until November to setup another journal, post my resources, plot ideas, and character sheets...let's just say my GREAT AMERICAN NOVEL would never be written. So I'm starting now, because when school rolls around, I just won't have the time to do much more than write my masterpiece. If you are interested in keeping up with my Nanowrimo work or critiquing what I've got or just cheering me on, then you must...

friend sneakermoose

Don't give me that look--I like sneakers and mooses (meeses? whatever). There's no great cosmic law that binds me to having my username relate back to my story (which is good, since I haven't a title yet). Also, do not be intimidated by the hard-hitting legal stuff in the friending post. I really do want people to help me out!

And (for the third time), a Permanent Account will be costing me $149 (that crazy $1 gift certificate really drove the price down). Should I get one?

*smooches for everyone!*

4.0



That is all.

I...I don't know what to say.

4.0 again.

O____O I'm going to church on Sunday, Catholic style. God's going to get some old-fashion praise from lil ol' heretical me. My life is an ongoing an act of God, no doubt about that.

Regardless, I've gone back and recoded my journal for a more Christmas-like theme, and even reset my default icon to a bunch of ornaments. So yeah, take a look and let me know if there's a coding error somewhere.

I'm going back to bed.

So when my dad was serving overseas in Germany, he lived next to this German lady who, quite frankly, did not like him or his buddies (who were also American soldiers). She'd rant and rave at them, glare at them through the window, and generally just be a mean old cantankerous woman.

Why, you ask? Turns out she was the widow of Martin Gottfried Weiss.

A.K.A. the Commandant of the Dachau concentration camp.

A.K.A. tried, convicted, and hung by the Americans for crimes against humanity.

OUCH. Maybe if her husband hadn't played a key role in helping to exterminate a major chunk of Europe's population, then I'd feel a wee bit of sympathy.

OR NOT.

Mon Dieu, have I contracted some horridly awful LJ disease?

Nah. Just my BRAND NEW BLACKBERRY came in, so I just got in the mood to spam the hell out of your f-lists. *brushes her shoulders off*

Anyway, two things to note: druidspell, check your LJ sometime on your birthday. Hint hint, nudge nudge, and all that rot. And numero dos, I've been having to do a complete overhaul of my planned storyline for Lady Behind the Fan. It was...too quaint, to my mind anyway. Nothing bordering on the deus ex machina issues of most romances, but perhaps just a wee shade too nice. So now with my revamped plot in hand (credit of course to druidspell for being a wonderfully patient sounding board), expect Chapter Seven late this weekend.

So help me God.

EDIT: Has anyone heard from _rednovember? I miss her! *wibbles*

HAS INCREASED DRAMATICALLY

( *wheezes like a geek* )

So I was walking back from class today and heard this conversation (it was hard to miss since they were loud and menfolk):

"DUDE, how're your eyes?!"
"Well, the doc said I got to take these meds or I'll be blind in 3 months!"
"DUUUUDE! If you went blind, you could totally go get a handicap parking pass!"
"Hell yeah, man!"

*brain implodes*

I do believe life is trying to kill me. *le sob* I'll have a more complete update later, but for now, I am overwhelmed and about to tear my hair out.

Also I have two VOX invites. Any takers?

So yeah, I totally PWN all you losers because I got to go to the midnight showing of POTC2 down in Bowling Green. But I did have to drive back after only 3 1/2 hours of sleep--but it was totally worth it!

( SPOILAGE: Again with the Middle Movie Syndrome )

Title: Glimmer
Author: impextoo
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None that come to mind
Challenge: #52 - Mirrors

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Title: Forsaken
Author: impextoo
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Not for the weak of heart
Challenge: #50 - Historical AU

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Title: Fit for a Woman
Author: impextoo
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None that come to mind
Challenge: #49 - The Little Things

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Title: Regime
Author: impextoo
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None that come to mind
Challenge: #48 - The Law

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Title: Business
Author: impextoo
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None that come to mind
Challenge: #47 - Spirit

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Title: Respect
Author: impextoo
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None that come to mind
Challenge: #46 - Et tu, Brute?

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Title: Pretty
Author: impextoo
Word Count: 100
Warnings: Mention of violence
Challenge: #45 - Confession

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Title: Lady Behind the Fan
Author: impextoo
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: This incorporates all canon up to Episode 13, "The Blue Spirit."
Summary: A young lady from the court of the Fire Nation must balance duty, honor, and love to find herself and her prince. Arranged marriage, court intrigue, and one flying bison served together for one not-so-typical romance.
Disclaimer: I in no way own or claim Avatar: The Last Airbender as my original work. It is the property of its creators, Nickelodeon, and Nickelodeon's parent company. I am in no way receiving any compensation for my work and it is written for the sole purpose of recreational enjoyment.
Status: Work In Progress

( Chapter Six: Chicken )