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.