Many hugs and thanks to jenbachand for the birthday fireworks! It was a very pleasant surprise in my inbox this morning. :)

Apparently I'm 23 today, which is weird on many levels. I don't know why 23 feels so much older than 22, but it does. And now I am off to get prolifically drunk.

( CSI 8.11 )

P.S. I know I haven't posted...anything, actually, in a really long time, and I'm going to try to be better about that. I've actually been doing a ton of writing for school, so maybe some of that will land here someday.

Sarah McLachlan? Seriously?

Clearly, bee suits = true wuv. Clearly.

So I just made this fanmix in about an hour, "art" and all please don't judge my photoshop skills, I swear I'm a good person, and a few weeks ago I wrote this weird, disorganized collection of paragraphs about Sara, and now I'm going to throw them together and call it a Sara Sidle post. Because she's my favorite, and I love her, and all this talk about the season 8 premiere is driving me up the wall (primarily because I'm trying to not read any of the talk). This post is obviously brimming with season 7 spoilers, so be warned.

( Save Sara Sidle: A Fanmix )

( Waiting )

OH HEY, Bones and Big Love. 'Sup? Where you been all my life? CHILLIN WITH MAC AND BEAVER AND LILY IN UTAH, THAT'S WHERE.

So, hypothetically speaking, if Hodges and Hodgins were to somehow end up sitting at the same table in some cute little cafe somewhere, what do you think they'd say to each other?

Also... ( CSI s7 Finale Spoilers )

God, I so can't sleep. Hold Entertain me, please.

( 12 Haiku, and a brief digression. )

Also, about the dinosaur thing: http://carmarthen.livejournal.com/272632.html

George/Pachycephalosaur for the win, Y/Y?

Mini-fic I started writing on Sunday, edited quickly and entirely unbeta'd. I'm trying to do this new thing where I just post my shit and stop obsessing so much. I have a longer DLM fic that I will post...someday. Hopefully soon, lest I face the wrath of Sheera. :)

( Soul and All )

I am being a completely blatant whore and posting this to both journals. Shhhhh.

( CSI meets Harry Potter meets MS Paint. )

As always, I blame f_the_dark_lord.

I wrote a lot today. About 5,000 words total, most of which may or may not have been Greggo fic. Dude, I missed my pretty fandom.

So in the spirit of actually getting something accomplished, I'm yoinking that Unfinished Fic meme I've seen floating around. Here are a few snippets from some works in progress, some recent, some long-abandoned but still hopeful, and some completely worthless, but good for a laugh


( From an untitled series of CSI scenes )

( Untitled Dead Like Me Fic )

( How to Disappear, CSI, GSR )

( Untitled Original Fiction )

( Untitled CSI, Sara-centric )

I got into my fiction class! I think this calls for a nice, hearty round of GLEEE!

The Sparks - Sherlock Holmes

So, my dear friend Emma made me a kick-ass Holmes/Russell fanmix, and I felt I had to share the fantastic crack that is this song with the two or three Russell fans on my friends list. And speaking of fantastic crack, OMG CSI OMG ROBBINS OMG POOR NICK HE'S STUCK IN THE BOX WHILE EVERYONE IS DANCING, OMG.

On a completely unrelated note, I have utterly failed at writing anything coherant this month aside from a few snatches of nonsensical poetry and the beginning of some weird Brass introspection fic. I've pretty much decided to hand in my Rapunzel story and a bit of my Jeremy story, and if they take me, they take me. If not, I'll try again next term. That said, I am INCREDIBLY FREAKED OUT about this whole application process and the very thought of it makes me want to hide in a cave for the next couple of weeks.

At least there's House tonight. Except I have to WORK. Fucking fuck.

So, by every night I obviously meant every two to three days. Duh.

This is an excerpt from a group of short stories I'm trying to write, which center around the death of a high school junior. Because that's never been done before.

( Jeremy Fisher )

Also (and I think only one person on my flist will possibly get this), I went and saw Scoop today and, for whatever reason, the second I saw Scarlett Johannson in those glasses the only thing I could think was "OMG it's Mary Russell!" Only...not. The movie was great fun, perfect Wednesday afternoon matinee fare.

Also, ( CSI fandom related question )

Hello, my name is Kat, and I've been wildly neglecting this journal. This is mostly because this account is primarily a place to hide all my fandom excesses, and most of my fandoms have been pretty quiet lately, but also because I am transferring to a university in about a month, and all of my time has been eaten up with transcript requests and orientations and other such exciting adventures. Whew.

Which brings me around to the main point of this post: I am hoping to sign up for an intermediate fiction writing class this fall, which requires that I submit a sample of my writing. And since the majority of my writing folder these days is old poetry and CSI fanfiction, neither of which would go over very well, I have some serious work to do. So I am hereby resolving to write something, anything, every night, and try to post it here. This is mostly for myself, and the only reason I'm doing it in a public forum is because I have this weird idea that it will somehow force me to stick to my goal. Most of it will probably be very nonsensical and insubstantial and contain no real charachters or plot, so please excuse all of that.

Tonight's offering is either an extremely random paragraph and a half, or a piece of flash fiction, depending on your perspective. Titles I am considering include Scene of No Sense or Run-on Sentences Ahoy!

( Enjoy? )

Disclaimer: Okay, so Sheera (who also goes by trascendenza) has been poking me to post this for months, and tonight she came over and literally hijacked my computer and forced me to post this. At gun point. Okay, so she doesn't own a gun, but... "her eyes are like guns." Her words, not mine. Okay, shut up, Kat. The point is, this is an original piece that began as a creative writing assignment last fall, and I'm posting it. Because Sheera said so.
Subject: Fairy tales, Rapunzel.
Word count: 1,692

( Rapunzel’s Mother )

Mini-music dump:

Regina Spektor - On the Radio. I feel like this song is literally holding me up right now.

Portishead - Wandering Star

Portishead - Baby Sitar

Also, I keep accidentally logging in as Rashysexsonnet. And I'm pretty sure that's not really funny to anyone but me.

I am at that point in the procrastination cycle where I will do anything but work on my lit paper. Dust my books. Draw all over my shoes. Draw all over your shoes. Write 1000 words of Ecklie/Snape bondage. ANYTHING. I wish I could justify it by saying I'm like House and need to do mindless things in order to think, but that's...so not the case. Ha.

( Speaking of House... finale )

Okay, a few thoughts before I fall over (hopefully onto something soft) because I have to say SOMETHING before the buzz wears off.

( The OC finale. )

The following is a desperate, pathetic attempt at cheering myself up.

( ...it is also not dialup friendly. )

Feel free to join in. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JOIN IN.

( CSI: Time of Your Death )

Uuuuuum, yeah. Fangirling is fun.

So I finally I posted the Jackpot EP I've had lying around FOREVER. Now if I could only finish the season 4 soundtrack, we'd be rolling. As well as all the half-finished fic I've got lying around. OR MY FINALS wtf.

Speaking of Jackpot, why the hell aren't there any high quality screencaps of that episode? The world is a fucked up place, I tell you.

Also ANDREA!! How the hell did you get here?

A note to the general public: For the love of god, STOP UNLOADING YOUR FANDOMS ON ME. I used to have a life, you know. I used to read BOOKS. I used to not have a crush on a middle aged, middle management grim reaper with a penchant for waffles. And now look at me. It's just sad.

On that note, the Dead Like Me theme song makes me unreasonably happy. As does anything else related to Dead Like Me. Especially Rube.

( CSI )

And to round off this ridiculously long post, a gift fic for f_the_dark_lord, in honor of her complete and utter pwning of a very difficult quarter of classes. You rock.

Side note: I do believe this is the mushiest thing I've ever written.

Title: Where There's Smoke...
Fandom: CSI, Sara/Grissom
Rating: Um, PG-13? I'm really bad at ratings. No one dies or has sex. But there is swearing. You decide.
Spoilers: Don't I wish. Established relationship.

( Where There's Smoke... )