are you...crying?

I have been, inexplicably, reading a lot of angst lately. Which is odd, because I'm a fluff girl, all the way. I like happy endings and puppies and sappy nicknames. It's kind of embarassing.

So, the only thing that's really been keeping me happy with all this angst (EVEN THE PORN ANGSTS, WTF) is a little snippet of Jensen and Jared in my head.

( It goes like this... )

That turned out to be a lot longer than I'd originally thought it would be. Woah. That's, like, almost fic. \o/ *wins at the internet*

i am going to collapse now. why do you people let me stay up this late? you know i only fic when i'm up this late. bzuh.

*brandishes dust-buster*

I am cleaning like a madwoman! I have The Pirate Sash of Cleaning around my head and I have waged war on my room--still not sure who's winning, though I swear I haven't seen this much of my floor since I moved in over 6 years ago.

I have no idea what motivated me this afternoon, but whatever it was has certainly jump started me, but good. Knowing that I have to pack usually doesn't get me going until an hour before we have to leave, and then I wind up running around like a chicken without its head. Weird that I still have a full week and I'm mostly done with all of my knick-knacks, toiletries, and things.

Guess I'm kind of cleaning to leave, though, for good. I don't plan on still living here after this school year, which will come as no suprirse to my father or sister, and I kind of want to leave behind as little as I can so when the time comes I can just go, "Ah, this, this, this; the rest can be thrown out!" and have done with it. God, that day cannot come soon enough. I love my family as much as the next person, but we do not get along in the living-together way.Oh ho ho, understatement.

It is sad how much I am looking forward to going back to school. I feel like I'm breaking some kind of secret teenager code.

Uh-oh, the sweatshirts are revolting again.

EDIT: I WIN! \o/