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chibi_trillianScribblemoose, a most excellent yaoi writer, is teaming up with a bunch of others to put out a CD for charity, specifically the tsunami relief efforts. Fanarts, AMVs, fanfic, and original fic submissions are going to be taken. Wee! Chibi thinks it's a great idea, and she thinks she may submit something. Chibi also thinks she ought to stop referring to herself in third person.
I managed to catch my obligatory one cold of the year over break, which rocks, because I felt like shit earlier this week and couldn't sleep for longer than an hour at a time, and that would have sucked hardcore during classes. I literally felt so bad I had to concentrate to write out my rent check ("A four is shaped like THIS! Right?") and didn't trust myself to write fics. Thanks to DayQuil (oh DayQuil, how do I love thee and thy cousin NyQuil! Capital N, small y, big fuckin' Q!) and my own mighty immune system, I don't feel near so crappy today.
I hope Tiff doesn't catch what I have. When a bug is mean enough to bite me, it's usually ripped through all my friends already. I get a milder version of what has kept them laid up for the past week and it's over in three days or less. I wasn't kidding about my immune system. I heal up scary-fast, have never had an injury become infected (depite the fact that my usual method of cleaning an injury is to lick it or let it bleed out--I don't like disinfectants, people use too many of them already), and get sick very, very rarely, and it's almost never bad enough to confine me to bed. Actually, I can remember the last time I was too sick to get out of bed. I was in third grade and caught a stomach flu. I missed one day of school and was completely better inside of two days. If my immune system was any more hyped up, I'd be frickin' Wolverine.
Well, they say that God (or Gods, or Goddesses) protects fools, small children, and Irishmen. I act like all three most of the time, and as result am extremely accident-prone. Road-rash, knife cuts, cat bites, slamming my hands in doors, running into walls (frequently), catching my hips/arms on doorknobs (almost every day), tripping over my own feet (again, almost every day), and accidentally biting the inside of my lip. I swear, I have a Dexerity score of -2. So I have a kickass immune system to heal my zillion and fifteen self-inflicted owies.
My only bad thing is that I tend to complain a lot when I'm sick. I don't like it when my body doesn't function up to snuff. I get sick rarely, so I bitch a lot when I am. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Nyu. >^..^
I managed to catch my obligatory one cold of the year over break, which rocks, because I felt like shit earlier this week and couldn't sleep for longer than an hour at a time, and that would have sucked hardcore during classes. I literally felt so bad I had to concentrate to write out my rent check ("A four is shaped like THIS! Right?") and didn't trust myself to write fics. Thanks to DayQuil (oh DayQuil, how do I love thee and thy cousin NyQuil! Capital N, small y, big fuckin' Q!) and my own mighty immune system, I don't feel near so crappy today.
I hope Tiff doesn't catch what I have. When a bug is mean enough to bite me, it's usually ripped through all my friends already. I get a milder version of what has kept them laid up for the past week and it's over in three days or less. I wasn't kidding about my immune system. I heal up scary-fast, have never had an injury become infected (depite the fact that my usual method of cleaning an injury is to lick it or let it bleed out--I don't like disinfectants, people use too many of them already), and get sick very, very rarely, and it's almost never bad enough to confine me to bed. Actually, I can remember the last time I was too sick to get out of bed. I was in third grade and caught a stomach flu. I missed one day of school and was completely better inside of two days. If my immune system was any more hyped up, I'd be frickin' Wolverine.
Well, they say that God (or Gods, or Goddesses) protects fools, small children, and Irishmen. I act like all three most of the time, and as result am extremely accident-prone. Road-rash, knife cuts, cat bites, slamming my hands in doors, running into walls (frequently), catching my hips/arms on doorknobs (almost every day), tripping over my own feet (again, almost every day), and accidentally biting the inside of my lip. I swear, I have a Dexerity score of -2. So I have a kickass immune system to heal my zillion and fifteen self-inflicted owies.
My only bad thing is that I tend to complain a lot when I'm sick. I don't like it when my body doesn't function up to snuff. I get sick rarely, so I bitch a lot when I am. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Nyu. >^..^
