Oy vey.

A challenge, to fic-writers and fic-recommenders.

I have yet to find a Harry/Draco, with one of the above getting pregnant, that did not trigger either gales of laughter (and not from good humor writing), or that queasy feeling in the stomach that one feels when reading really bad writing.

Recommendations? Please? It's not my kink, but I'd like to see it well-done... once.

It's great to be me.

This morning, I got to be the innocent bystander caught up in the "we are Jewish males and therefore we must discuss/debate religion" at school, between Skippy and Ron. It was actually a debate of the secular implications of Jesus's politics, and what side of the then-current political strife going on he would have been on, given that he was busting up the market-day being held within the temple.

Before that, Skippy did me the honor of respecting that I'm a very open, solid, grounded pagan rather than a fluffybunny "I worship Anne Rice" sort. I attempted to try and map out to him where my traditions come from. I'm actually a rather non-Celtic-based neopagan, for all that I vaguely identify with Wicca. I wound up getting many of my ethical tools from Mercedes Lackey's writing. Having not studied Celtic traditions, I have no call to particularly follow them. Most of my general interactions with the Divine are done not through any specific Form, but through whisperings from the universe around me, and intelligence and ethics applied to knowledge. The only one Form of the Divine that I talk to on a regular basis, in fact, is Raven, and I have the feeling that I only know Raven since I spent so much time in the company of the actual bird. Not that He wouldn't be a great guy to get to know if I hadn't already gotten to know Him.

Raven likes junk food, by the way. Pizza crusts and french fries are where it's at. (Mutter mutter. I should have dumped that creep the minute he dissed Raven. Mutter.)

What an eclectic mix. A vaguely Judaistic engine at the heart of my faith, with Wiccan/neopagan ethics plugged in, and then most of the ends of the user interface set to default, except for where I applied the custom images of a vague Dual Goddess and the specific image of Raven.

Polls...

Tell me, why am I spending late night when I should be asleep wandering around polls, from #1 on, answering them for my own amusement?

Azz no baka...

...Seducing friends is not nice. Even if they are admittedly lonely. Especially when they are not your beloved.

...ghaaaha.

The flirtation field has been on at maximum strength for a while. Ghaaa.

Geeks are just so sexy.

Yeeps: intensity

A Sirius Change has, so far, blown me completely out of the water. Mmmm, Draco. Mmmm. WIP warning. Het.

Reminds me of someone I know, very well, but not quite well enough. The same meltiness.

Sleep/lack

Looks like another white night. Ah well. I'm awake and showered and I'll be dressed in a bit. Might as well give plasma early, eh? Either that, or nap until the alarm goes off, and then head out. I think I may be in favour of a nap, to tell the truth.

At least today, I did the dishes. Yesterday. Wednesday. I needed to put them away and do another batch, of course. There's no catching up to the dishes. votania scrubbed the kitchen floor.

On the good side of the ledger, the one that makes me feel as if I am doing some things right, our group got a 90% on the paper/presentation, and I got a 90+ on the English test, and a 90+ on that web lab from last week. I did only get a little over 75% on that last Management homework, though, and that is teh sux0r. And I need to do some fast & furious reading on cascading style sheets, as that lab's due Friday. I am the bomb, though, and I shall prevail over ... stuff.

I can do this: I have a courseload calculated to see that I can, and see that I can without driving me halfway up the wall in doing so. If it feels effortless, it's because I'm a genius, not because I'm not doing enough. I can compensate for not doing enough at school and still flying with the colors by doing laundry, keeping things vacuumed, keeping dishes washed, and so forth: being a busy-bee housekeeper so votania can concentrate on not only the job search, but bringing herself together and into balance after such an up-and-down season of change.

Bah.

Plans for somewhat productivity in terms of helping other people, blah blah blah, canned on account of sneezing.

Hope it will clear up by Saturday.

General bitchiness abounds (and no, not aimed at anyone on my friends list, nor I think on LJ)

When you are using someone as a shoulder to cry on over a problem, it's not necessarily a good idea for you to do that if said person is also one of the causes or foci of the problem. Furthermore, when shoulder/focus needs time for self, to recover strength, DO NOT, for the love of gods, bitch them the hell out. You wanted to cry on their shoulder, correct? And this is supposed to make them want to comfort you how?

Ghaaa.

I'm sure that some people are very nice individuals when their heads are on straight. Right now, though, certain individuals who I've never even met have been added to my list of people in need of the grandmotherly kindness of a kick to the ass, or a boot to the head.

Ghaaa.

Scary concept

It's eerie when you meet someone, and there seems to be mutual flirting, and then you learn that their last name is the same as Quilting Aunt's. You know... the one you were named for?

Guess what day today is?

Laundry Day!

I thought it would be four loads. It is, instead, three. Three full loads, one each of black, colored, and white.

So many things that I think should be done, all hovering mentally out of reach. I can't think of a single thing I should be doing right now but dishes, vacuuming, and catching up on my reading to make the .css file tomorrow, plus going over the notes for the Management test.

Okay, maybe that's rather a lot to be doing, but for the moment, it doesn't feel like much.

I seem to do interesting things under pressure.

Contentment

There's something about housecleaning that makes me happy, afterwards. I need to finish dinner and head off to class... but my laundry's all done, and half-sorted.

All quiet on the homefront.

It's getting less rare to have peaceful days. I like it.

Laughter

Evidently I cackle like a witch. Hmm, how odd.

The current reason for this is here. Slash. Be warned. Very Silly.