Go and catch a falling star

Dying of frustration. There needs to be more Susan/Teatime fic on the internet in a very serious way, and I don't want to have to write it all. (In large part because I keep swerving towards Angsty Doomed Romance*, and frankly I'm not sure Teatime would quite understand the concept of romance. Or love, for that matter. It would probably translate as "someone I haven't killed yet because they are interesting as well as useful.")

I'm still trying to navigate the whole question of whether Teatime really gets what sex is all about. He comes off as being very child-like in some ways even though he's an adult, so my working theory at the moment is that he has sexual urges but can't really make sense of them. Sort of. Except every once in a while one gets through and he acts on it, because… I don't know yet. Argh argh argh, why did I decide to love a ship that's so hard to write for?


* I've come to a point where I can kind of maybe see romance as an eventual possibility, in a long story with slow character development on Teatime's part to make him a little less insanely homicidal and a little more cognizant of what normal human relationships entail, rather than just thinking of Susan as something that belongs to him. Even if it's just a move from thinking of Susan as something he owns to someone he owns, it'd be a step. But mostly I still think of Susan/Teatime as a ship where happily ever after is a joke, except for the part where this story seems to want to go there so badly, and I don't want to have to make it long enough to encompass the necessary character development for something like romantic love to even start to enter into it.

Ok, I've written enough entries about this ship for it to get its own tag. God help us all.

In true adventurer fashion, if you show me a sign that says "Stop! This ... bones ... devouring ... forever! ... undying horror," and follow it up with the words "Sounds fun!" I will agree with your commentary and gleefully dive into the dungeon thus marked, giggling with joy and anticipation all the way.

In other news, autocorrect. Oh god. I'm typing this on my touch and it's the first real experience I've had with the thing. It can be handy for not having to switch back and forth between keyboard screens, but it's also a giant pain in the ass.

Feeling better so far today, although I haven't actually ventured any real food yet--just a cup of tea and a multivitamin.

Looking forward to getting through classes and rehearsal so that I can chill out with a book (well, a textbook) and then watch Castle. There may even be a nap in there somewhere. Simple pleasures, etc.

Today I have lazed and eaten Dharma cake for brunch. I ought to now either do some yoga or go to the gym and then shower and do some laundry.

Instead, I am contemplating a nap.

Well, Star Trek: TNG is on, featuring a fabulously sparkltastic Q. Still have no idea what's going on, but TNG is always a giggle. Suppose I can do yoga while I watch it.

About to start on really fleshing out lit research paper (due on Wednesday, ohpleasegodkillmenow, etc), and feeling nostalgic.

So I'm going to put some Farscape on. Since I can remember pretty much nothing about the first season except that I was really into it when I was 13, this should be amusing.

Did I mention ohgodpleasekillmenow? Our English teacher wants a complete, finished paper--as a rough draft. I feel there is a fundamental disconnect here. The paper isn't due until the 26th, and in my world a rough draft is… rough. And generally shorter than the final result. Argh. My brain, it is pulped, and I am counting down the days until school is over. Also until graduation. There will be a party of some kind. More on that later.

I think Diane Duane has come up with an exasperated oath to rival my current standby. (Christ on a crutch, if you must know. Picked it up from my father.)

"Powers that Be in a bucket!"

It makes me giggle.

Just got finished watching SciFi's Alice from last year (finally). Andre Lee Potts still = love. He may even be overtaking Stephen Fry as British actor I most want to marry.

Also, everybody on earth (and every recent Alice adaptation) seems to ship Alice/Hatter, so I might as well too. Esp. since the SciFi Alice and the Burton Alice both make it so cute.

Need to remember to apply for financial aid, as it is v. unlikely that any colleges will be spontaneously offering me juicy scholarships this time around.

Going on a book run after class. Connie Willis has finally written another time travel book to go with The Doomsday Book and To Say Nothing of the Dog. It's called Blackout, it's set in the 40s, and word on the street is that it's going to be followed toward the end of the year by a companion volume titled All Clear.

I am seriously dorking out over here. Anyway, I'm going to the bookstore to see if they have it (please have it, please have it), and if they do and I pick it up and read it and the first page or so isn't utterly repulsive, I will be using up a whole B&N gift card on one book, because I seriously love her time travel books.

"…as most people intuitively realize, the things that grow and fester in a sealed skull aren't always fit to share."

Going on a Spider Robinson kick. Yay! I think I need a dose of hippie sci-fi.

Ugh. I think being sick less often makes it worse when I do get sick, because the contrast is so sharp. I ended up emailing in the assignment that was due today in my lit. class and staying home. Also skipping choir practice tonight--I can sing, but it would be excessively rude to pass this along to everyone else. I'm really hoping that plenty of rest and fluids today will see me feeling well enough tomorrow to face biology and art history. And of course, I'll be very peeved if I'm not well enough to go to the Dark Crystal/Army of Darkness double feature Friday night.

I had hoped to make an appointment w/ the admissions office at Meredith for Friday. Now I'm wondering if I should put it off til next week, when I'm much less likely to be sniffly and gross.