I graduate this Spring!

I talked to my counselor three months ago and she said I needed 14 more credits. I talked to her today, and she said I needed 5 and I'm already signed up for six for the Spring term.

I filled out my graduation application.

I'm turning it in after my final presentation today.

I'll walk in June.

-can not think, dies of insane babbling and squee-

Don't ask, I'm not sure. NC-17 sex

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Previously in our story:

Three minutes later Sei had appropriated Jack's phone and office and was keeping a nervous eye on his still loco paramour, breaking the unwritten law of their relationship.

"Irvine? Lamsey. Put Elle on the phone. It's about Lee and I don't have time to play twenty questions with you."


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I agreed to work tonight, Turkey night, even though it's my night off, because my co-worker's family is going out of town and my own family isn't celebrating until tomorrow which I told him he'd be working for me.

In retrospect this may be a good thing, considering I've been watching the Bones marathon with my mother, and ended up having the creepiest, scariest dream last night. It haunted me past waking up.

I was a young boy about fifteen, and my best friend was a photographer, and I was looking through some of his shots of the 'restoration' project going on, which had something to do with an school, a river bank, and a lot of flooding in the past, and the restoration included a lot of mud being taken out of the foundations and other stuff being thrown in.

I saw bones. Skeletons. In the pictures. And looking into the project got me killed, because the head construction guys were the old students of the school, and had buried three kids down in the mud way back when. Then they shoved me in the mud and buried me. And because it was a dream I'm sitting there pointing at my sneakered feet asking people to just *look* at me and help me and the only people who can see me (besides the bad guys) are the souls of the three dead kids.

And somehow I managed to pry myself away from the project site (which *hurt* enough I almost woke up) and start walking home, and as I do I pass my photographer friend and wave and he says hi to me like nothings wrong, right up until some girl shows up to tell him I've gone missing, and the only thing on my mind is getting into the shower to get the fucking mud off.

Then I thankfully woke up with an irate cat wanting to be let outside.

Point of the story? Don't watch creepy marathons before passing out!!

Okay people! Mom got approved for her neurostimulator test! If it all goes well, on the 30th they'll place little electrodes in her spine and test out the nerve damage, take them out again on the 5th, and somewhere by the 15th be prepping her for the actual surgery for the implants! Lets keep all our fingers crossed and knock on wood that my mother will be out of pain for the first time in almost seven years!!

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So there is good news and bad news on the car front.

Bad news: Transmission needs replaced, I can not afford it.

Good news: I might be able to afford a rebuilt transmission and Dad might be able to put it in for me.

Bad news: Place could do nothing about the sun roof leaking.

Good news: I have a phone book and a list of body shops to call in the morning.

Bad news: It's going to take a few days to fix my car, one way or another, and I have no alternate form of transportation.

Bad news: Mom goes in for surgery tomorrow, she will be unable to ferry me around as my only other option to walking.

Good news: I have beer.

drabble scene had to get out of my head

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Stormchasers character dump because midterms fried my brain


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Proof that I am not meant for yard work: Half way through edging the lawn, the weed whacker set itself on fire. I await the mower explosion.

So I went to post this with openID on Prompt battle, and apparently the thing doesn't like openID, so here you all go. Rated PG for my fail at learning ratings.

Axis Powers Hetalia, America, UK, Germany & France, adventures in cooking aka France is appalled




"It is Wurst and it is perfect!" Germany shouts, cradling the liver, blood and ham sausage to his chest dramatically.

UK waves a fry basket at him. "It's better deep fried in hot oil!" The fry basket is empty and dripping on the hardwood floors, its former contents on America's plate.

"I don't know." America says around a mouthful of phallic meat smothered in mustard, ketchup, relish, onions and sauerkraut on a hot-dog bun. "I think it still needs something. Like... that wasabi stuff or maybe some artichokes."

France takes a deep breath and remindes himself that screaming won't help. He'll just have to teach them how to make Andouillette.

Mom's fifth surgery is scheduled for November 5th. I'm almost to midterms. My birthday is at the end of the month.

If anyone wants to get me anything, please look at buying something from my Etsy shop.

I'm typically tired, surprisingly chipper. I'm in an online RPG again, playing Ukitake Jshiro from Bleach. I've been invited to join a table top game. I have no time for Nanowrimo so I probably won't do it this year.

And that's it right now that I can think of. -toddles off for more coffee-

Will have internet back on at home on Thursday. We hope.

Scene! Yes, the names have meaning and I spent all of 5 minutes researching them. <<


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Re-watching Supernatural, got bitten.



Thirty years after the seal breaks and Lucifer rises to walk the earth, the angels are at war. The angels who have kept Dean Winchester locked in a sub-dimension waiting for the right day, the angels who guided Sam to Lilith, and now watch as Lucifer uses his skin to reign over the slaughter. The angels are at war. And they are loosing.

It has been thirty years on earth. It has been beyond eternity for Dean. He has been indoctrinated in the Faith, Baptized in the Light of the angels, clothed in finest gold armor and given the holiest sword in the armory of Heaven. He has learned to pray to a God who does not listen, and heed an angel who claims friendship with sorrow in his heart.

Thirty years of war and death have passed, and two brothers are finally reunited in the hazy dawn over a battlefield littered with demonic and divine corpses. Two brothers who can barely recognize each other, who parted under the worst of terms, who were torn apart by armies planning the end of the world since its very inception. Sam and Dean.

"So. Your feather-duster friends finally let you come down to join the party? Gonna put that pig sticker to use? Save what's left of the world and give it to your sterile pissant Paradise?"

"Fuck you bitch, let 'em burn."

"Jerk. Make me do all the work."

"Always little brother. Always."

Part three of How It Could Go.

You thought Cloud's head was a scary place.

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More on the 'Way It Could Go', Aeris/Leon/Cloud

Summary: He is a coward, a hypocrite, a liar, a thief and a murderer. The only sin is cowardice, the rest are just part of the job.


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These guys are not members of the StormChaser's guild. That doesn't mean they aren't StormChaser's though. One day, I'll reveal why.

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Notes: Under another cut for the people who don't need to understand the details to get the gist. Also, for the bonus/penalty stuff, that's just a *rough* overview, and the equipment plays heavily into specifics.

And yes, Ix is a bunny-boy.

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