Of rants and tree!smut.

[railenthe]

So I had to do something. I didn’t care much what it was, but something that had to be done while I was sitting here, making no noise, and pretending I’m not here. (Kudos to ye who know this reference XD) So I get up, take a shower, get some food—manage to keep said food down without a fight, even though it’s largely meat based—and then get online to check for job leads. Nothing on that front, so I have to do something else. That is, something other than stress about whether or not I will be able to get back to campus this semester. I have to do something or else I’m going to go insane. *pulls hair out*

So I decide to work on some challenge that was issued about two hours after curfew. Yes, I said curfew. Apparently I’m supposed to be off my computer at about eight-o-clock. I was told that at around ten-thirty.

Now tell me this: What kind of sense does that make when the person in question is only at the residence for lack of a steady income? Of course, that is rapidly being worked on, but still. You don’t give someone a stone’s throw from 20 an eight-o-clock curfew. That’s insane. It’s completely insane.

OK. Maybe I should stop ranting. Meh.

Anyway, the challenge: We don’t know what happened, but somewhere along the line I got roped into a challenge on writing something strange. It comes on the heels of that first smut piece that I wrote—you remember that, with the tree!smut, right? Well, it’s gotten to the point to where some of us will write something along the same lines to see who can out-do one another. I lost the first challenge, mainly because I couldn’t quite bring myself to write full-on smut at the time. Now, however, will be another story. *manic giggling*

Also, can someone tell me how at one point I couldn’t even stand the mention of tentacle!smut and now I’ve written it and found it to be quite hot? I have no idea, myself.