"Hobbes Was Fond of His Dram..."

I'm home. This should by no means imply that I am, in fact, alive.

That said.

Day one: Aunt hates me. Ooh, MAD magazines. Hi, grandparents.

Day two: Aunt still hates me. Eek, cousins! Eek, the cousins are insane! But ooh, Southern barbeque.

Day three: Where are we going? Hello? Where are we going? Alabama? Why didn't anyone tell me? Hmm, space station. Ooh, let's do this! It won't hurt! There's no way I can hurt myself doing this! ...OW. Huh. Why don't any of the D.A.R.E. kids and teachers know what D.A.R.E. stands for? Ooh, Jack Daniels! Ack, the guide is insane! Hey, quit picking on me for being short! Jack Daniels was short! *blink* Whiskey. ACK. You, mister guide-person, have just killed my sinuses clapping the air from a mellowing vat in my face. Oh dear, Aunt still definitely hates me. Well, I'm sorry I like Japanese CATS better than the English.

Day four: Aunt is going away? Cool! Let's throw water balloons! Hm. I'm wet. Oh NO! Will, get that shaving cream away from me. AHHH. Oh dear, I'm very wet and very sticky. Let's go home. Mmm, home is nice. More MAD magazines. Flannel! Murder mysteries!

Day five: Oh my God, Will, I didn't know you knew that word... (FIVE HOURS LATER) Will, will you fucking stop saying fuck every other word? Johanna, will you stop talking about tits and balls? I'm going to go insane. -_-

Day six: Do not wake me up at seven, boy. Do not talk 'smack-talk'. Do not take my stuffed raven hostage. BWAHAHA! Die, little boy! I shall kill you! You're Buckland? Okay, if you want to think that. STOP THROWING CROQUET BALLS AT ME! Aunt still hates us. -_- Aunt, do not make my Waen cry. How is it possible she is related to Mum?

Day seven: Thank God, we're leaving. Goodbye, unfortunate aunt! Goodbye, laid-back Icelandic uncle who speaks six languages! Goodbye, disgusting little cousins who need to learn to say more than dickhead and asshole! Goodbye, smoke-ring-blowing grandfather! Goodbye, loony grandmother! Soujin is home!

Well, that's it in a nutshell. More later.

"This is an Ex-Parrot!"

To my alleged and darling sweet girlfriend sparklychibi: you are mad. This whole 'rock-climbing' thing, with the walls. *flails* Mad. I injured myself doing it. You are quite insane.

Not that I mind. :) All the best people are insane. By the way, I told my nana I had a girlfriend. She said that's wonderful and ten minutes later asked if I had boyfriend.

Anyway, projects being put on hold: Jekyll/Nemo; Westmark slash (The latter I would like to discuss with mhari) until I own the movie/books for reference. Doesn't mean I'm not collecting plotbunnies, however.

Books I stole from Tullahoma at the request of my grandfather: One Hundred Years of Solitude; Roget's Thesaurus; 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea; Pride and Prejudice. Shall attempt to get 'The Invisible Man' and 'Picture of Dorian Grey' elsewhere.

I love flying in planes and hate it at the same time. A fellow gave up his window seat for me. A different fellow on the return trip gave me his flight pretzels.

I'm so glad to be home...

"I Like Chinese... I Like Chinese..."

Short and Fluffy Combeferre/Courfeyrac, for ladybretagne, who, I am told, could use it. *snugs*

( I'll Cover You )

"I Could Be Arguing On the Side!"

Oh, by the way.

Due to a few occurrences at the Jack Daniels Museum, the thing the Soujin would currently die for is drunk!Pontmercy. If any benevolent person would write her this, she will likely die at said person's feet, and then write said person fic of said person's choice.

*sits back, squinches eyes shut, and prays*

"How Could We Lose Angel?"

Damn. Just remembered that I get my other toenail removed to-morrow. I imagine that Dr. Viktorrr is not looking forward to this either, poor man. I shall try not to scream this time.

Apparently somebody died in his family the week after grandma died, which is why my last appointment. Poor Viktorrr.

Anyway, what it means is that I'm going to be stuck unable to walk without a bit of help and so will likely write fanfics all week.

My poor, neglected fencing career.