the Dalaverse

I finished it. The chapter, I mean, not the whole shebang. But still ::collapse::

NC-17 this time, and well deserved if I do say so myself :)


"For Want of a Nail" Chapter Fifteen: ( In Which Norrington Comes to Realization -- But First, APPLE! )

Looking back over my posts from yesterday, I really have to wonder: what was I on? And can I market it? Because I know quite a few people who'd pay good money that shit.


And here I am with MORE. Mountains of comments to reply to, but I finally got to the nightswimming scene I wrote ages ago. I tweaked it and fixed it and I love it even more now.


( In Which There Is a Naked Midnight Swim )

WTF?! Where is my World Mythology class?

I CAN'T REGISTER FOR SOMETHING THAT'S NOT THERE!

Fucking hell...I'm going to KILL Professor Richardson...I can't or don't want to take any of the other English courses! This BLOWS! I cannot take math, science, and history all at once and not balance it out with a fucking English course. I will DIE.

ETA it's there, it's just full. Bloody HELL.


Bigger crisis. I am unable to register because the confirmation of my third Hepatitus B shot never got sent in so my account is frozen.

I'm sitting here freaking out and shaking and all I can do is watch my classes fill up because I was at the bottom of the barrel for registration anyway BECAUSE SOME OF US AREN'T AUTOMATONS WHO TOOK EIGHTY MILLION AP CLASSES AND GET TO REGISTER AT THE SAME TIME AS SENIORS.

If Vanessa walks in right now I swear I'm going to slap her.

Panicpanicpanic. I called my mother and she's calling health services but all this could have been avoided if SHE'D LISTENED TO ME BACK IN FEBRUARY WHEN I TOLD HER THE SCHOOL SENT ME A LETTER ABOUT THE SHOT.

Even if I'd known the problem hadn't been solved, I had no IDEA it would prevent me from fucking REGISTERING FOR CLASSES. Are you not an institution of higher learning, SMCM? IS THIS NOT THE REASON YOU EXIST?

People wonder why I'm so scatterbrained -- I FUCKING INHERITED IT FROM MY MOTHER, about whom I cannot be rational right now because all I want to do is scream into a pillow.

AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

It's just not the same.

SHITFUCK.

Well. There's basicallly nothing I can do until tomorrow morning except sit here and cry. Which I will NOT do because I'm going to watch PotC for the eighty-four thousandth time and I cannot cry at it.

This sucks big hairy donkey balls, to put it succinctly. But at least knowing that there is NOTHING I can do for the time being is a comfort. Screw it ALL. I'm going to watch the eyefucking between Jack and Norrington when they meet over and over and over, and then I'm going to lust over Steve in "Coupling." And then it just might be time for a nap. Now that's a productive day.

::shakes head:: What. The. Fuck. That's all I have left to say.

Oh screw that whole movie-watching thing. I forgot: I have a car, and my daddy loves me so he doesn't make me pay for gas (yet), and there are miles and miles of country roads to tear down and my tape collection's been refreshed and I AM GOING FOR A DRIVE.

On that note, the song of the day, which is my traditional driving song:


( Widescreen )

::beams:: I LOVE EVERYBODY AGAIN.

My mother, my dear sweet mother, left work to go home and get the doctor's receipt, then faxed it from there. Susan from the health services office stayed late to get it and take the hold off my account. Susan is my favorite person EVER and I just called to tell her so. I will gush at Mommy later tonight, after "Gilmore Girls" which is the perfect time for gushing at one's mommy.

And you know what else? Everything else in my scheduling was open, INCLUDING SAILING. I am going to learn how to sail and then I get to take boats out FOR FREE, WHENEVER I WANT.

I'm going to e-mail Richardson and beg her favor, but even if I don't get into that class, I've got an interesting-looking soc class, Social Change, signed up at the same time.

Blue skiiiiiiiies. For real too! It's not raining anymore and it's actually, if you pretend a little, kind of warm! ::frolics::

I'm still going for a drive because "Sleepy Hollow" is due at Blockbusters. But this will be a Drive of Victory, not a Drive of Misery and Shame and Despair.

And then I'm going to come back and write my little registered heart out.