Storytelling final done. Didn't bust my computers. Going to do destress now and watch a movie.

Have you ever wondered about what happens to the mental patients in an institution during a zombie apocolypse? I just had this random thought. Wouldn't it be interesting? A male character diagnosed with something so that he has to be instituationlized and how he watches the staff begin to thin out, and the stress on staff's faces, and then one day he wakes up and no one is there...maybe a nightguard or something...and outside their fortified walls is this zombie virus and these crazy people are locked inside...

HM.

Excuse me a moment. I am going to go BREAK EVERY FUCKING COMPUTER IN MY HOUSE RIGHT NOW. OKAY.

HELP!!

Does anybody have The Lighthouse's Tale by Nickel Creek? I need it for my presentation, but of course, I bought it was Itunes and it won't let me use it!! And the torrent is taking forever. Please help!

Practiced all night for my storytelling presentation, hopefully I'll have it done by tomorrow. Meanwhile, I will also have to start writing my final essay #3 for class. Erm. I have no idea how I'm going to have time for it. Pretty much on Thursday, I have to come home and write all night and probably all friday, and hope that it's decent and what she's looking for...If not, maybe I can ask for an extension to get it to her by Sunday. On top of that, I have to worry about some pretty big finals and another paper that weekend.

I hate finals week.

But now? It's time for bed. I hope to get my storytelling done tomorrow and then decorate the outside for xmas lights before going to work.

I just spent forever trying to do my Storytelling presentation and I suck suck suck. Took a small break for food and for a change of pace, I'm going to attack my essay, because that thing of joyness is due on Friday. THE FUCK. I am so done with this semester...

They walked into the abandoned house. They've found a lot of them over time, when the money finally ran out, and once or twice, the places they found weren't really that abandoned afterall. John walked in first, Dean behind him, and finally Sammy. It was a two story place and everything was left behind. There was even food still in the fridge, food on the counters, black and green with rot and mold. John worked his way quickly and silently through the first floor, while Dean lingered with his brother at the door for a quick getaway. But they were sure that no one was here. They were sure.

John came back and nodded at them. Dean wrapped a hand around Sammy's sweaty neck, pushing his ten year brother to the dusty couch. Sam sank into it and put his head down between his knees, trying to breathe through the wave of nausea pushing up his throat.

"All right," John said. "I'm going to get our bags from the car. Dean, check the second floor."

Dean didn't want to leave Sam, so he tapped his brother on the shoulder, and Sam got to his feet, following him up the stairs. They moved slowly, as Sam kept swaying into Dean, and when they reached the top story, Sam pressed his face into Dean's back, a whine breaking from his throat.

"Hold on, buddy," Dean said, looking through all the open doors. Each room was a bedroom, full of stuff--a kid's room, a guest room, then finally a bathroom. Dean shut that door, because he was sure the stench would make his brother yack right there. Sammy wanted to ask why all the lights were on up here, if this was an abandoned place, but he couldn't get his mouth to work.

Finally, they approached one door that was closed. Dean moved slowly, Sam right behind, and he turned the knob, nudging it open with his foot. The door stopped midway, blocking their view, but it looked like the master bedroom. Dean worked his way through the door, motioning Sam to follow, and he stopped in the room. It was messy, like someone had lost their mind looking for something--paintings tilted onto their sides, clothes all over the floor, sheets pushed to the bottom of the bed. A mirror was shattered and the windows were barred with thick planks of wood. Sam stepped up behind him, looking around, and then froze. He gave a shriek of terror and clawed at Dean's arm until he found his wrist. He dragged his brother through the door and down the stairs. Dean was so surprised that he didn't stop him until they were outside, and nearly ran into their father.

"Someone's here, someone's here," Sammy babbled and his face was red from exertion and excitement.

"I didn't see anyone," Dean said, over Sam's rant. John grabbed his gun from his belt and nodded, going back into the house. Sam shook and tried to stop him, but Dean pulled him back. He was babbling, but growing quiet, his face going quickly pale. He jerked from Dean's grip and then ran off the porch in time to throw up in the weeds.

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OMG, WHY DID I SAY I WOULD TELL MY STORY IN SIGN LANGUAGE FOR MY CLASS!?! HOW about, WHY DIDN'T I START PRACTICING THIS A LOT SOONER!!!!!?????

oi. *passes out*

There is no way I am going to be ready for tomorrow. I'm going to have to shoot for Thursday instead.

I need some help, you guys. I don't know if I just suck at writing or what, but my professor and I are not clicking with my style. I'm never doing something right for her and I'm just lost. I know that I do better, but I just have no idea how to get there with such little direction. I ask if any of you would have the time to read over my essay, respond with furthe elaboration from my professor's comments, and give your honest opinion? I want to do better in this class, I've cried for an hour because I got a C fucking minus on this. I just...don't know what to do.

We need to revise this essay and do...better or whatever. Expand more on our ideas. I know I have plenty of stuff to work with.

Anyways, the essay is on The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Gilman. If you've read it and have the time to help, I would really appreciate it.

Great Sam/Lucifer recs!

I've had to call the police twice this week.

Recap!

First time I had to call them, I was on the interstate. I was about fifteen miles out of Missoula, heading back home for Thanksgiving. I was talking to my mother, it's dark out, and I'm eyeing this vehicle pulled off to the side with their hazards on. Then I notice there is stuff on the road and then OMFG THAT'S A DEER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD!!! I swerve, missing it and all it's scattered body parts. It's hind legs were completely gone, you guys. And just laying there in the middle of the highway. I look in my rearview and see that the driver's side's lights are completely out. I wonder how much it took out of the SUV. So, my mom says, CALL THE COPS. And so I do, and tell them where it was, and everything was awesome and my phone went into emergency mode.

Take two!

I'm home alone tonight and it's nearly nine o'clock. I get a knock on the door. I think, "Huh, maybe Cassie is dropping by?" So I get up and answer the door. It's some guy soliciting. He's a huge guy, at least 200+ pounds and about 5'7". He wants my opinion on a vacuum and can he come in to show me? I was like, hell no. I had my phone in my hand and 911 already dialed. When I finally got him to leave, I called my mother first and then she told me to CALL THE COPS (are you seeing a trend here?), so I did. And they say they've had a similar complaint earlier. They call me about fifteen minutes later and say that they have found two guys in a van, similar to my description and they are right outside my apartment complex. They ask if I would ID them. So I go, freaking out, because omg, they know where I live and could probably see my face. It wasn't them, but they are soliciters and they've been warned before. I told the cops that the guy I was talking to probably realized how freaked out I was and they probably huffed it out of the area. These are probably some partners doing the same thing. They got more information from me and then I walked back into my apartment, just hoping I didn't piss these guys off and regret calling on them.

I immediately private locked this worthless bunch of whining, so now I am going to talk about Happy Things.

• I made a new friend! Her name is Jess and we share a class together. Something instantly clicked when we were put in a group and we just exchanged phone numbers and had a long Facebook chat. Yaaaay!


• I am going home today! Karlie got back to me late last night and gave the a-okay for covering my shift on Weds. So that means I get two extra days to stay with my mother! SO EXCITED.


• I wonder if we have Storytelling today...? Or if she was SUPER AWESOME and told everybody to have a great Thanksgiving. I prefer the latter please!

The bad:

• I have an essay I need to finish up by 5 p.m. Whoops! I am essentially two pages away from finishing it and couldn't get my brain to focus on it last night. Then I couldn't get up early this morning to write it before class. SO. SUPER SPEED WRITING COMMENSE

Okay, I'm done! Have a great Thanksgiving, everybody!

Ugh! stupid community I watch just spoiled me for the next Glee songs. Should I be pissed?

From Jon, former first boyfriend ever, and was probably one of my best friends until he went in Another Direction:

Jon - Hi kelsey...i know we havent formally spoken since junior high but that doesnt mean that i dont think about u or care 4 u...
u were literally the first girl i loved and i hope that u dont think im stuck up or that i forget easily

Just kind of nice to read after a day of blargh.

9309 / 25000 words. 37% done!

Little bit of editing, adding and taking away words throughout the fic. I think I've reread it so many times though that I'm losing the effect. It's about time to find a beta! So I can reread and edit while I keep working forward.

I should be doing homework instead of writing too. *twiddles thumbs*

Does anybody have a great pro-Sam argument for his decisions and actions in season four? I don't want to rewatch the season to get more in Sam's headspace. So, if anybody can help me with that, that would be fantastic. I need it for Farmer!Sam

NFUDINAIUNFD. SO GOOD.

Read this 'verse!

Title: Love That Saves Us
by hiasobi
Pairings (whole verse): Lucifer/Sam, Sam/Dean, Lucifer/Michael, Lucifer/God

*rolls around in fic* And comment, if you would. This writer needs some love!!

Happy birthday, the_raddy! Hope you find time to have a great one! ;)

I can't believe how these antibiotics effect me. I'm taking them for my sinus infection and stomach, because there is a chance I have H. pylori. So, these pills, are awesome. Every time I take one, it's almost instant delirium. I feel like I should be shut up in a corner somewhere. I just slurred and massacred a sentence to Breanna. I'm not sure if they should be having these side effects but I'm nearly through them, and they aren't making me go crazy. So. Uh. Does this make sense?

Because I can't use higher brain powers, I am watching tv and movies. Finally getting a chance to see 'Doubt' with Meryl Streep. Good so far.