A Safe Space for Moogles

Because goals are something you work towards, not something you lay around and feel guilty that you're not doing. And I'm having one of those fat-ugly-worthless lives days, so I have to do something to snap me out of it. So. Lists. Lists of Things. Things to Do. Yes. *nods.*

Crochet
- Corset: get it done this month, in a fashion that doesn't leave me scrambling for my camera at 2359 hours Jan 31. -_- (Shouldn't be hard, the pieces work up pretty quickly, but I need to leave some wiggle room in case the experimental bits don't work out like I want.)
- Naked Ultra Magnus (x2) for Ravyn: will probably take longer, but my goal is March 1. Even though there's two, it shouldn't take as long as Perceptor did because I have a little better idea of what I'm doing.
- At least three pieces for when I debut my Etsy shop, goal April 1. Considering how many half-finished projects I have floating around, that shouldn't be too hard.

Writing
- Five Myths Jamie and Adam Never Busted: get it done by summer, dammit. It's been floating around way too long. I don't know if the fic itself deserves better, but the concept certainly does.
- The Rose Bearer: mostly finished by the end of the year. Of course, I said that last year too and I wrote about, uh, one chapter. All year. It's completely ridiculous when I already know basically how it's going to go. *headdesk*
- On Broken Wings: ...I don't like the name anymore. Also, finish the new chapter.
- At least one short story/comic: published by the end of the year.

Video Games
- Final Fantasy 9: best game I never finished.
- Final Fantasy 12: or by the time I beat it, all the good fanfic authors will have moved on.
- Transformers: both the DS game and the Wii game by the time the new movie comes out

Health
- Join that tai chi place I keep driving by; Mom's promised to pay for it already, it's just on me to get off my ass.
- Some kind of regular aerobic exercise (DDR Hottest Party if I can get it or con my parents into getting it, for preference)

Life
- Get a frakkin' job


.....I may be setting myself up for failure, here. *staaaaaares at list* o_o

Day 4: Today I made a new friend - an absolutely beautiful cat named Zen. She's smaller and more finely-built than most cats, with beautiful dark brown stripes on pale tan fur. I'd let Mom borrow my camera, otherwise I would've tried to sneak a picture of her... anyway, she's a total and utter sweetheart and I was upstairs loving on her every chance I got. ^_^;;; I'll be sad when she leaves tomorrow. Hopefully I'll have time to get one last cuddle in.

You know, having this job has really driven home how much more comfortable with animals I am than with people. I can rattle off the names, breeds, health issues, likes and dislikes of every animal I take care of, but I still barely remember the receptionists' names. They're all perfectly nice people and have been nothing but friendly to me, but I just... haven't connected with them, I guess. Of course, I never really figured out the secret to making human friends. Animals are less complicated. And less likely to shred your self-esteem for their own amusement, but that's neither here nor there.

In other news, I'm linking this for my own reference, because it makes me feel like writing again.

I have the oddest urge to write crack. Transformers flavor, crossed with... something, I don't know. Maybe I'll do another snippet of that Megatron's Master Plan AU crossover with Phoenix Wright. Or I'll put Beast Wars in the modern era - that's always good for amusement.

...or I could just go read CSI: Ark.

ANYWAY. Since everyone else was doing it, and my stereomancy was having fun with me this evening: Put your music player on shuffle and write down the first lines of the first twenty songs to make a poem. The twenty-first first line is the title.

Discounting instrumental music, of course.

The fury of tyrant, the power of Loth

I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high
The seaweed is always greener
You get to feel so guilty
Aruba, Jamaica, oooh I wanna take you

Who laid down his life? You're the one, you're the one
Would you spare a minute?
Turning tricks with absent guile
Friday, payday, Lordy gotta get away

Oh, the world will sing of an English king a thousand years from now
The day is over
If you want to know how to fly high, then go now
Let's go back, back to the beginning

Feel the darkness smiling
Happiness was just a word to me
Is it something I can see?
When I'm walking down the street, I call your name

One late night so long ago
Cruisin' to a bar on the shore
This is the place where I sit
Were they marching through?

I just posted my last kinkfest prompt, after banging it out in the space of about an hour and a half. Which I've been doing far too often this round. *headdesk* Even when I was busy with school, I used to have my prompts written out well in advance. This month, writing was like pulling teeth and I usually wound up having to come up with something either the night before or the day of. I really think my quality suffered.

Maybe I need a break. It's not as though I don't have a metric ton of crocheting to do, after all. *zoom zoom yarn becomes blanket, alakazam!*

Thanksgiving was actually very nice. I baked the pumpkin pie (and it turned out amazing, thankyouverymuch!), Mom made gravy from scratch, and Dad did pretty much everything else. He'd wound up getting a twenty-five pound turkey because that's all he could find. It barely even fit in the oven. So, uh... anyone wanna come over for turkey sammiches? XD It's really good turkey, too - usually I could take it or leave it, but Dad did a really good job. I suppose that's a good thing if you're going to have leftovers anyway.

EDIT: Oh god, lol. Dad put up the Peanuts characters today (see this post) and has a spotlight shining on Sally so it casts the shadow of her head right on the front window. I... never realized how much her head looked like the Bat signal before. XDDD This calls for a crossover, you know. "Good grief, we need a hero!" "I've got an idea. Sally, hold still." "What are you doing, you blockhead!?"

.......oh god, my brain.

I woke up about two hours ago with a serious case of the unfocused jumpies. Why can't I be this alert during the day, you guys? ;_;

Ah well. Might as well get some writing done, as long as I'm up. I've made a start on my first kinkfest prompt. (This song, by the way. It's not really an Aeris-song, but parts of it pinged me for her post-Nibelheim.*)

*By the way, I've been pronouncing it "Ny-bel" rather than "Nee-bel" all this time. I heard Sephiroth pronounce it correctly in a CC clip, but it still sounds weird to me. Neeble neeble neeble. Heh. ...I think the lack of sleep is starting to catch up with me.

--- HOLY SHIT SPIDER just went rappelling right past my face. So much for sleeping. o_o

First: How cute is this? TRANSFORMING ROLLER, U GUYZ. (okay, they call him Rollar, but screw that.) I want to pick him up and hug him.

Second: Added another plotbunny to my hutch. I want to write what happened during Roddy's little playdate with the Decepticons in (lj)childofatlantis's and my round robot. (No, it wasn't sex. Exclusively.) >_> Look, I'm getting some really pretty images, all right? Leave me alone.

Third, related: I have got to get some priorities straightened out on my writing. If nothing else, if I don't get back in the saddle with TF/Mythbusters soon the series will end before I finish the damn thing.

Fourth, further to above: I may not have a choice right now. Fluffiroth-angst, it compels me.

Fifth, possibly affected by above: I could use a job. Barring that, a hug and someone telling me that I'm not doomed to live in my parents' basement forever.

Sixth, apropos of probably nothing: I first got this song (warning, Axel/Roxas shounen-ai pix set to it- look, just put it in another tab and listen) as a Jenova-to-Sephiroth theme, so if you think of it in that way the lyrics are really disturbing, but oh my lord it's such a beautiful song. If I had that in my head I'm not so sure I wouldn't follow it either.

Seventh, apropos of yesterday: I really need to stop accepting the free samples they wave at you in mall food courts. That's how they hook you. Five minutes later you're sitting down with a plateful of chicken and limp, under-flavored noodles and thinking, "welp, there goes another year of my life to cholesterol poisoning." God, chinese food is crack. -_-

Eighth, speaking of crack: there was a D.A.R.E. booth set up outside of Michael's today. I appreciate what they're trying to do and all, but guys, Hasbro got to me long before you did.

I actually had these finished a while ago, but I only now got batteries for my camera so I could post them up.

( Projects: Felted DS Case and Tarot Bag )

And now that those are finished, it's time to make a Perceplushie! *cracks knuckles*

In other news, here's a wolfgirl ficbit that's been floating around in my head. Names are massively subject to change.

( The two human noblemen's voices cut off... )

For those who've missed it so far, (lj)childofatlantis and I are doing an impromptu round robin. The Life and Times of Ghost!Starscream on Autobot-Controlled Cybertron: Full of co-existing pet ships, angst, tantrums and lulz. ^_^

In other news, Mom and I went shopping today. Mom spoiled me shamelessly due to Impending Graduatedness, but she's not going to let me have the books I picked out 'til after the ceremony. I'll pretend to be surprised. ;)

*sighs contentedly* Life, she doesn't suck.

Ahem! First ficlet is a combination of several people's faults, including but not limited to chibirisuchan and seiberwing. FF7/Discworld crossover, Seph in the Library. No, not that Library, the other one.

( ...an organism that was apparently dead... )

And this one is entirely eponaharper's fault, for challenging me to do a fic with the words 'exorcism injury' in it. This is what came to mind. ;) Transformers, mid-S3.

( When he had a spare moment... )

From wrongly_amused:

Comment with a sentence from one of my fanfictions. Without looking, I have to try and guess which fic of mine the sentence is from. If I fail, the challenger wins a drabble request. Post this in your own journal and let me challenge you!

Also, a bit of Fluffiroth, because he's been making cow eyes at me. ( In which Seph has been told that he has chocobo pox. )

EDIT: I caught part of a documentary on the evolution of sex in humans, and at the end credits it showed (of course, how else do you end these things) a sperm fertilizing an egg. "Thus begins a nine-month-long odyssey that ends in a miracle..." said the narrator. ...And then we cut to How It's Made, which basically takes you inside factories. AT FIRST I WAS LIEK o_O - AND THEN I LOL'D. Oh, Discovery Channel. I swear you do these ironic juxtapositions on purpose.

More than anything else in the world?

A crossover between Transformers and this.

:DDDDDDDDDDDDD

The creative juices are flowing, but it's too unfocused to pour into anything specific. It's just kind of sloshing around. *shakes head, slosh slosh*

Prompt me. Maybe I'll write you a ficthing.

Moogle + a full day of sitting around watching Mythbusters = evil crossover-type plots are afoot. >D *cackles* *typetypetype*

In other news, Friday night I went out to Shadowbox (dinner-and-live-music-and-sketch-comedy type place) with _kyri and lighttomoyo and agamaed and wildeparis. And, and, and, ZOMG. It was all amazing as usual, of course, but there was this one song called "Strange Face of Love" wherein they had a guy dancing around the lady singer. They never touched and she never looked at him, but it was easily the most erotic thing I have ever seen in my life. I flail.

Changed both my layouts. LJ folks, that's the wingthing up on the right, the Baltimore skyline behind her, and the lyrics are from "Kite" by U2. IJ folks, the lyrics are from "The Body Electric" by Rush, and if you don't recognize who that character is I'll be very disappointed. ;)

Other than that, not a whole lot to report right now. We're just starting new projects in all my classes, the next big adventure on my agenda is Botcon, and I can't really make any plans for this summer yet. I'm just kind of waiting. It's a relief to have springkink over with, though - I definitely want to focus on my big projects for a while after this.

( Those projects, for my own reference. )

So my professor (the one I like; she goes to fantasy conventions, hee!) talked to me today about what would be expected of me my last quarter. In addition to the one class I still need, I'll be doing Senior Portfolio and Senior Project. Senior Project entails finding at least three different people and making Things for them. My aunt has made noises about me making a website for her side business making shinies with pressed flowers, and if I can swallow my revulsion I could go talk to FrameShop Bosslady, she'd probably give me something, but damned if I can think of a third... *headscratch* I'd make something up, but apparently there are Official Documents to be documented during the whole process.

Last day is July 4, appropriately enough. I know I really should think about getting a bachelor's degree (making it easier to go be with my Triad, among other things), but I am just so burned out on school... -_-

Wednesday is Mom's birthday (omg my mother is turning fifty.) and I just finished her scarf this evening. I used Lion Suede, which is pretty, but man is it ever a pain to work with. *massages hands* ...Now, onward to making pretty dolls! :D ...yes, Rattrap, writing first. Pushy muses.

Tomorrow's my last day of freedom before I go back to school. ...And it occurs to me I haven't even touched my PS2 my entire vacation. God, three weeks wasted. XD

I've pretty much decided I'm not doing kinkfest this round. Or porn_battle, though ides_of_march is still up for consideration. I just drove myself insane in September and October trying to keep up with my prompts for both kinkfest and springkink (granted, doing Renfest at the same time might have had an effect on that), and I really don't think I can do that again. Besides, I've got other writing I've been neglecting. *pets poor flowerverse* I'm determined to write at least 500 words a day, in whatever catches my attention from moment to moment. My parents are giving me a break on finding a job, fortunately, so it's probably a reasonable goal. (Of course, they do want me to volunteer a few hours a week. Hopefully I can find an animal shelter somewhere close. Animals > people.)

Other than that, I'm just feeling a little bummed because I'd gotten the dates wrong and won't be graduating in April like I kept telling everyone. I think it's more like late June/early July, but I'll have to check on Monday. On the one hand, more time to look for Gainful Employment. On the other, argh. ...oh god, I have to start training my body to not sleep 'til noon, don't I? Someone shoot me.

I mostly just feel like this, really.