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.un: Layout credits go to [livejournal.com profile] phailboat; header lyrics from Battle For The Sun by Placebo.

.deux: I feel very bad about not commenting a whole lot lately (or hardly at all), but I barely know how to hold myself together these days, so there's that. I promise to try and be a lot better about it in the very near future. In the meantime, feel free to defriend at your leisure.

.trois: My t-shirt reads 'Mr. Pudding', so each time I look in the mirror I have to think of Dean and laugh. Oh Dean, I miss you muchly, you silly awesome boy.

.quatre: I'm hungry, and nothing but mashed potatoes will do. Time to do some food hunting.

.cinq: I don't really have the time, but I can't stop thinking about Five Things Dean & Cas Can't Do In The Future (And Five They Still Can). If I keep it short, maybe I'll get it out of my head today.
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> A week from now will be the day before my orals start. My nerves are so frayed already, I don't know what to do with myself. On the other hand, by the end of next week it'll all be over and I will finally know whether or not I passed and which grades I received. I want a time machine really badly right now.

> Distracting myself with making icons. Iron Man keeps inspiring me, as does the latest Prince of Persia trailer.

> I'm not very much into domestic fics, but I keep seeing little flashes of Dean and Cas taking care of infant Sam, who was reborn after the epic battle between Lucifer and Michael. It's Dean's most heartfelt wish come true: for Sam to grow up without knowing about the monsters in his closet, with Dean and Cas watching out for him. Little Sam keeps asking questions, wanting to learn about everything he sees, all chubby cheeks and earnest eyes, laughing with glee when Cas makes the wind pick up his paper plane to let it soar high in the sky. And at the end of each day, Dean tucks Sammy in, telling him silly-crazy bedtime stories, while Cas watches the two from the doorway, eyes shining with love. Uhm, yeah. I totally blame exam nerves for my whacky fic cravings.

> I'll probably be even more AWOL than usual until the end of March. If you're so inclined, please keep your fingers crossed for me next Wednesday and Thursday.

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+ New header, because I felt like it. Dean/Cas again, lyrics from There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths. Aww, boys. ♥

+ New SPN episode in 2 weeks! Can't wait. Or, maybe I can, considering that it's also the date of my orals. Eeep.

+ Photoshop is keeping me away from my studies, or maybe it's more like I'm using it as an excuse to keep myself from studying. Either way, I quite like the direction my recent experiments are taking me.

+ I'm reading Terry Pratchett's Nation at the moment and it's wonderful and clever and very entertaining, and I don't mind one bit that it's not set in the Discworld 'verse.

+ Late shift tomorrow, so I get to sleep in. That means no alarm at 5 am, which: happy times!
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01; Nasal spray = best invention since sliced bread.

02; I'm in an icon-making mood today.

02a; Well, apparently it was more of a header-making mood. Dean & Cas, lyrics from Setting Fire To Sleepy Towns by The Sleeping Years. (And it doesn't even have wings in it. ;p)

03; Loooong weekend off, yay! That means hunting for new music, which is a surefire way to cheer myself up.

04; Know these times in life when a decision that needs to be made practically lays itself out for you? I think I'm being pointed in a certain direction, and I hope everything will work out okay. Which is pretty cryptic, I know, but I don't want to jinx things upfront.

05; ZOMG Shutter Island. Spoilers are go. )

06; Work was insane today. On the upside, I had so much to do I barely noticed eight hours flying by.

07; Dear Hiatus from Hell, pls to be over soon, k? K.
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# Today's the first day in about a week that I feel at least a slight bit energized. Work has been draining, but I've got myself to blame: I've been pushing myself hard these past weeks, and maybe now I've reached my boundaries. I sure feel like collapsing onto my bed in a near-comatose state at the end of each shift.

# My throat's so sore that even speaking hurts; I just hope I won't get any sicker than this.

# Photoshop doesn't tempt me these days. CS2 is great, but I miss PS7 and its nifty file browser. Bridge is driving me to distraction, what with it not being an integral part of PS. I don't want to have to switch windows to browse through my files, dammit.

# In crazy shopping news, I caved and ordered myself a new cell phone. It should arrive by Friday, which: is it Friday yet? Well, is it??

# I keep rewatching the How To Train Your Dragon trailer because it amuses me to no end. What can I say? I'm a sucker for dragons (I've read my way through the entire Dragonriders of Pern series like, three times) and this movie has such an uplifting, positive vibe it just makes me smile and smile.

# In conclusion: I miss Dean and Cas (and the not so subtle Dean/Cas subtext). And Sam and Bobby and the Impala, too. SEND MOAR SPN NOW, PLS. OKTHNXBAI.

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