Because I can

I apparently log in once a year to comment on how it's been so long and I still haven't written anything. This time, however, I do plan on writing. Eventually. At some point in the future after that, I might post things. However, none of this is going to happen in the next two and a half weeks. Mostly I just wanted to see if I could still log in and how many tries it would take me with my password.

I'll leave it at that and with my doubts of anyone other than myself reading this.

So it's only been a year and a half since I've logged into anything or even written anything.  I think I probably need a lot of practice with writing now because I just read some of the stuff I used to write and my God I didn't realize I could write that well.  At least compared to now.  Now it's more like: See Jane run. 

Anyway back to the absence thing.  I have a damn good reason.  I had a kid.  They kind of take up time YOUR LIFE.  That's okay, he turned out cute.

I honestly cannot say if I will take up writing again or continue anything I started at this point.  I would like to, but I'm also still in school so I'm not sure how much un-distracted time I would have. 

Dear Self:
 
    You will not, I repeat, NOT turn The Loser's Game into an epic.  It was begun with the intentions of adding to the SaiNaru fandom and to briefly explore the dynamics of Team Kakashi's relationships.  Briefly.  Sasuke is only supposed to be a catalyst.  That's it.  That's everything. 

Also, it might be a good idea to get back to work on it because you are sooooooo close to having the next chapter ready.  Since you have tomorrow off for the first time in oh say, EVER, you really have no excuse not to get it done.  Although I'm sure you can think of one, and no, swimsuit shopping and theatre-going are not legitimate excuses.  Neither is your roommate's 21st birthday party.  Also, now that we are on the subject, you will not be partaking in any shots because we all remember the last time you did that and there is no need to repeat that scenario again, especially now that we are reminded why it is never a good idea to go out drinking with bartenders.  (Also, tell your friends to stop trying to set you up with people ten years older than you).  Your body is not used to excessive amounts of alcohol, despite how unintenetional last week was, don't let anyone buy you any drinks without knowing what is in the drink first.

Get busy.

AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! Why the hell are there not more hours in a day?

Things to do tomorrow:

-Watch the recordings of my last two/three speeches and e-mail my responses to my instructor.
-Visit mama.
-Buy b-day present for little brother who's turning two on Thurs.
-Study for final!!!!
-Read one of those two huge binders for work so I can test on them.
-Call friend to schedule rollerblade date that I promised.
-Go out for tacos like I promised other friend.

Why am I not sleeping yet?

I think I chose today as a deadline to upload some ficcage. Probably not going to happen. Maybe Thursday. Definately not Friday because
I have an overwhelming urge to make a poll but I really need to go to bed.  Also, I'll try not to post anymore entries after a shift at work.

So anyway, I disappeared for a few months. Shit happens.

I kind of moved and didn't have internet and while I did work on my fics in that time, it doesn't mean that I've gone over them or liked what I wrote, because I haven't and don't. Unfortunately, it's finals time so as to when I'll post anything that I deem acceptable, eh.

I just got off of a shift at work so I'm tired and hate everyone; everyone consisting of anyone I dealt with at work.

So, uh, yeah. That's about it.

I'm back from Germany.

Really fun trip aside from the work and the rain.

I'm still not recovered.

Jet lag sucks. I 'worked' a full day right after my flight got in. I showed up feeling belligerent. Then I was called a smartass. They're over it. I was too tired to care.

I'm still tired.

I worked on a fic, then my computer died and I couldn't recharge the battery because I didn't have a converter. I didn't bring a notebook. I mean really, who brings a notebook to Germany? Obviously not someone who will bring a super awesome laptop because the batteries totally die and then there's no converter in site because they are in the wrong career field where you shouldn't ever have to see a computer if you don't want to.

I have an outline to write for one of those wonderful 8 hour papers.

Then I can sleep.

Then I can work on an 8 hour paper about a novel that I don't care about. Although... although I am passing the class right now even if my grade shows I have zero points for the outline, the 8 hour paper, and another paper I already typed up and handed in.

This is the kind of thinking that lands me into trouble. Sometimes it precedes a burnout and those are lots of fun for everyone involved. I'm reducing my credits for the next semester and working mindless manual labor, such as stocking shelves.

Anyway, the point is, when I'm done with that stupid paper I can focus on my fics again and maybe get my sleep schedule to the right hours.

I'm so not trying on this outline because I want to go to bed. I'm crabby like little kids get when they haven't had a nap.

I'm such a whiner.

I've just wrote the most beautiful paper of my life. Time spent on it: somewhere between six and eight hours. I wish I had started it sooner.

I wonder if I'll feel the same way about it after some sleep.

Probably not.

It's still beautiful, though.

If you kiddies are lucky, I'll post an original crack story from high school later. I've got to go to bed now, though.

It's been weeks since I posted ANYTHING, ANYWHERE.  Usually the guilt I would feel over this would be a good enough motivator but not this time!  It started with midterms and my career test and I put everything on hold so I could spend seventeen hours a day studying.  That's actually my own fault for not reading anything out of the textbooks during the semester up until that point.  That's okay, I have a killer system for acing open book tests, anyway.  Literally killer.

I just realized last night that I have six days to do three weeks worth of school work before I ship off to Germany where I get to live in a tent for two weeks... in November.  Fun fun!  When I'm there, I'm going to be digging out holes and filling them back in, repeatedly.  They call it training.

I should be writing a paper right now on The Beatles and their influence on Popular Culture, but............................................................................................................................. I don't seem to be doing that.  Based on the grade I got on my outline I can expect to just barely fail.  I like how this instructor's grading goes against everything I've ever been taught about college writing.  As you can see, I'm totally psyched to write this paper.

Things I did today instead of the massive amount of school work I was supposed to do:
-Wake up late
-Force little kids to haul wood
-Take a nap
-Drink a canned beverage
-Clean up canned beverage contents from the floor after small toddler steals it and throws it at me as he makes his escape
-Eat food originating from another culture
-Go to the bank
-Post to Livejournal

To Do List:
-Massive amounts of school work
-Edit a drabble, to the extreme, yo.
-Work on SaiNaru fic
-Work on Naruto gets lost for an obscene amount of time fic
-Clean up Death Note comic(s) that I drew instead of doing all of the above
-Pet a puppy
-Water plants

Title: The Losers Game
Author: Letta
Rating: Who the hell knows?
Disclaimer: Kishimoto Masashi created Naruto from his imagination, he didn't create it from my imagination.
Genre: Romance/Humor
Summary: After Sasuke is returned to Konoha, he sees things aren't how he left them. He blames Sai. SaiNaru, probably one-sided SasuNaru.
Part 1of ?

 

In the beginning, there was SasuNaru and it was good.  Then, for the hell of it, I decided on a brief foray into ItaNaru and got kind of... stuck.  Now, it's beginning to look like I'm going to bitchslap Sasuke back into the closet again, because, well, a pretty boy with a dirty mouth and a penchant for drawing came along and said, "I'm Sai, bitches!"  I'm paraphrasing on that one.  You know, though, that his whole purpose in life is to bastardize the memory of Sasuke.  He does it well.

Then, a certain author over at ff.net wrote a story of the SaiNaru persuasion and encouraged me to give it a shot.  Instead I drew this.  Originally I posted it at deviantart and I'm beginning to think I'm registered at approximately 67% of the internet. 

As for the SaiNaru fic, well, it's coming.  Eventually.

Okay, so I haven't completely abandoned my first love of the Naruto fandom.  There's one fic that I've been working on and off (mostly off) since forever, started pre-Deidara and Sasori introductions.  The working title of the moment is "Far From Home" with SasuNaru or NaruSasu (I'm not that far yet) love, well, tolerance, and I think I'll probably post the first section here within the next few days. 

I like to pretend if I start posting some of my mutli-part fics then maybe I'll work on them and eventually finish them.

I'm going to cut this off now before I really start to ramble and make myself a quesadilla.  Mmmm... quesadillas...

Title: To the Victor...
Author: Letta
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Kishimoto Masashi owns it, but people often confuse us.
Genre: Horror, hopefully.
Summary: Naruto loses the fight and Sakura is a trophy of war.

Read, your very life may depend on it.



Now I will celebrate the completion of this fic by making myself a sandwich.  Life keeps on getting sweeter.

Because it's not enough I'm on facebook and myspace, I'm now at livejournal, too. I cannot concentrate my greatness to one place, or YOUR HEAD WILL EXPLODE.

I don't really have anything to say because I was going to upload a fic, but I'm not done with it, so forget that plan.

I would waste more time, but I'm tired and it's 3:30am local time.