Colin

this is how bored i am tonight: i'm reading my old, unposted harry potter fic. oh god, my LIFE.

i miss harry potter fandom. i was never involved in it socially; HP fandom was so large it intimidated me. but i read a looot, for like a year. i wrote one and posted it on ff.net (this was years ago, okay, don't judge) and had done with it, but i started several other fics, kept them to myself, and then fell into bandom. here's an excerpt from the only one that doesn't make me cringe; my writing has improved immensely since this time, but this fic wasn't too bad. if sirius/regulus squicks you, you suck back off.  even though there's nothing overtly slashy here, just brotherly love.

(there was a time the idea of brothercest squicked me too; if you're open-minded, this is the one that converted me, left me boneless and breathless; i never looked at the world the same way.)  (eta: no, wait!  the first one i EVER read was this, and i think my jaw was on the floor for about an hour afterwards.  i felt dirty and thrilled and changed forever.  \o/ brothercest!)

( If anyone tries to tell you I don’t love you, they don’t know what love is. )

WHY UNDERAGE BOYS PWN ADULT BOYS, PERIOD, MY FINAL ARGUMENT.


i also have no comment on the fact that HBP has been moved to next summer.  i kind of just want to die.

carry on.

Random update! I don't think anyone reads this, but oh well... I am at work, see, and I cannot bring myself to read another word of my 800-page book (and NO it is NOT Harry Potter - if any course syllabus lists Little Dorrit, RUN), but my conscience won't let me work on my notes for my new fanfic because that is about the least homework-related activity imaginable, so I am compromising by writing a blog, which I never write anymore, and I have been very happy about that. 

( I dyed my hair Wednesday night, score! )

If you tell me it looks blue (as everyone has done thus far) I will shoot you with deathglare(tm). Which is rather the opposite of the Gary Oldman smirk (the Garysmirk(tm)) of which I have come to be so fond lately. (HAHA I MADE SENTENCE FRAGMENT *blows raspberry*.) I specifically passed over the shade of "Blue-Black," which I used last time and only liked for about two weeks, and chose "Bright Black." Which apparently still has a blue-ishness to it. Don't talk about it. I am going black in honor of Sirius, who is still alive and all, and the upcoming book/movie (i.e., black is the color of mourning, which is what I will be doing after the last book comes out).

Anyway, it's so much better than what it was. Black hair tends to look good no matter what. Even when it looks BAD it looks good. And it brings out my green eyes, so I'm feeling very Harry Potter-esque.

And speaking of Gary Oldman (...okay, that was like two paragraphs ago, but whatever), I have kind of fallen in love with him like mad (in a really disgusting hetero way; it's ridiculous) and have been watching all of his movies. I even signed up for a month of Netflix (just a month!) EXCLUSIVELY FOR THIS PURPOSE (stuff like Sid & Nancy and the obscure faggy flick he did in the 80's are not to be found at ye olde local Blockbusters). Immortal Beloved gave me chills and got me playing the piano again with almost rabid passion, and I am currently re-learning Moonlight Sonata to play for Keri when she gets home. <3

I don't know if it's just the frenzy of the book and movie coming out, or the fact that I am alone so much of the time since Keri's not around and thus have returned to fandom out of necessity, but I have become obsessed, like WHOA, with HP in a way I never have before. All my innocuous crushes on all the guys (Dan, Tom, now Gary, and David and Jason and everyone else) are like, full-blown crushes that are making my lesbian self scream in protest and utter bewilderment/disillusionment. It's actually brought up a lot of issues that I won't get into, but I am relatively happy, so that is good.

So, yeah, wrote my first fic in the fandom last week and just posted. Have a look if you can handle the underground cult ship of Harry/Sirius.
Read My Mind by Lola B.

I guess I am a bad English major; I have been secretly asking "Who's Kurt Vonnegut?" for the last three days. (I know the name, but that's about it.)

So Keri comes home in less than a month. P#OS*$&PSfjpoS*UP#$(*#Y:KHeiHS#&$#*NFE$$(*#&!Y@)*&. I... yeah. We have our apartment, and I could not possibly be more excited.

SHARE end-of-the-year staff dinner tonight, woohoo!; we just got an email and apparently the magazine is coming back from the printer's TODAY!!!!! And our big launch party - open to the public, btw - is April 20 at the Three Bears Cafe. EVERYONE FUCKING COME. It's going to be awesome. I feel very Bridget Jones about it, and am dying for someone to ask me the day before to do something the next day, so I can say, "No, tomorrow's the launch!" I am l0zer.

All the fanfic writing (56 pages in about 3 days) gave me another bout of carpel tunnel, and it's not going away yet. It sucks ass. Yet here I am, typing away. Stupid me.

I think that is all I have to say. I am really on top of all my schoolwork though, and have been doing everything way in advance so I don't get slammed at the end. I'm very proud of myself. I miss my wife like whoa. I have reached a stage of constant, unceasing horniness, which shall not be abated until she comes home.

Onward.