Stuff

Oh, what a day... I'm absolutely sure by now that I fucked up my Physics test completely. I need to do something about this because I gotta keep my grades up, otherwise goodbye IB diploma! Shit.

I've started writing fan fiction. I really enjoy doing this, because I can just let my fantasy roam free to the corners of my brain and back, spreading ideas and stories all over the place. I already published a project and... guess what? 26 "author alerts", 22 "favorite stories", and over 30 reviews, all really positive, in just five days! YAY! Wow I feel really motivated. Hah the only problem is that my little group of fans wants some smut put into my fics, which is a matter I'm not sure about. I mean I'm not really aiming for an internet-porno-writer-career. Nah. So I'll stick to my lovey-dovey sticky bittersweet stories. Maybe one day I'll change my mind. Mi-au.

Aaand I finished watching Smallville, 2nd season. AWESOME! Loved it, absolutely loved it. But stupid Chloe thinks she has the right to snoop around in Clark's business, just because he managed to get together with Lana... I mean it wasn't exactly a secret he was in love with her! Sorry, fan's rant. My bad.

Maths test tomorrow... What to do.... *bites nails anxiously*
Imma go eat noodles. Unlike E, I simply adore eating instant noodle soup. Something I started doing after I started reading Naruto. He likes Ramen too. I guess I'm easily influenced by books I read and films I watch. Weird, though.
My fan fics are mostly about Naruto. I guess I'm starting to get obsessed about gay love and stuff. I think that if my readers want to read something about gay love, then okay, I'll give them what they want. It's not like the topic is tabu anymore. And I enjoy writing love stories. For once they don't end with everybody dying. And I've had enough experience and friends to tell me about their oh so wonderful relationships and sexual experiences and son on, and so forth. It's enough to write at least 50 stories.
I wonder why people come to me when they need somebody to talk to about their problems. I mean it's not as if I can keep a secret (excellent example: S). Okay, I've never told a soul about anything anyone has told me confidentially, especially if it's about their problems. I don't like gossiping about other people's pain in their lives. So maybe one can confide in me after all. But still, why me, and not a best friend? Some people who call me or just take me aside and tell me their sorrow are people I see on a daily basis, talk to sometimes, but never anything more. Maybe that's why, because they aren't afraid of changing my opinion about them, because I don't know them well enough, because they don't know me. Maybe. I'd really like to know though.

E told me she had something important to tell me. I wonder if it's about what think it is. See ya!

xxx
     pxy