AP exams, bronchitis, and general laziness tends to kill muses.

I- I also might be procrastinating on more scholarly responsibilities, but shhh.

Reborn!character(s)/pairing(s) + prompt!

Not my first attempt at icons, but Sid discovered the polygonal lasso tool! Coloring looks so much neater now. This is going to be Bel's icon set at polychromatic


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05. 06. 07. 08.

09. 10. 11. 12.

13. 14.

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School. Do not want.

When couples make out
in the hallways, Sid hopes for
heartbreak and cancer

...Well, ok, it's probably more of a nasty rain/sleet kinda day, but as long as school's closed it doesn't matter. Unexpected Friday closings are the best--the weekend comes early.

Things to do (providing that I don't end up sleeping)!
- finish AP Art History comparison essay
- edit finished Omerta logs (I'm really sorry this is taking so long DX)
- tagbacks on current logs
- start writing resolution?

In response to that last bit--stealing keikain's and wrytersblock's idea, because I feel horribly lazy. I am horribly lazy, so my less-awesome version of a writing resolution is going to be a goal of between 300-500 words a day. orz Fail, but I know myself better than to start out with anything higher.

I wish I had more than six slots for icons. I could always upgrade to that other still-free-but-somewhat-better account, but I would hate hate hate having ads on my journal. Currently torn between just turning off icons in my LJ posts and always posting comments with one icon, or filling all the slots with 'neutral' icons that I have to shuffle regularly.

Ok, I think I can actually make it through this post without my meds dragging me back to sleep. I must share the loserness. So yes, two days ago I found out that I'm probably allergic to Codeine, which is why I spent what felt like an eternity on the couch, barely able to breathe. It felt like my stomach and my ribcage was trying to implode. Fortunately, it ended as quickly as it started. So one minute I'm all 'can't die before I go to college, can't die before I go to college' and the next I'm 'lolz I'm obviously just a wimp.'

But in the aftermath I had this hazy half-dream where I looked over and saw Mammon perched on a seat next to me. Fr srs, the conversation went something like this:

Mammon: Remember when your uncle broke his shoulder? The people at his workplace kept offering to purchase any leftover Vicodin from him.
Sid: ...I need those meds.
Mammon: *settling in* Mu! Don't be stupid, you can't use any more of the Codeine, and you probably aren't going to need all of the Percocet...
Sid: Get lost, you greedy little shit. I'm trying to rest.
Mammon: I hope your recovery sucks. :<
Sid: I hope your life sucks. :D
Mammon: I'm forced to reside in your imagination. It already does. :< *disappears in a puff of smoke*

Yes. I got pwned by a hallucination. It doesn't get much better than that.

Well, it looks like your child needs her wisdom teeth out. All four of them. It's a relatively simple procedure, about twenty minutes tops. Side-effects might include pain, swelling, medication-induced mood swings, bloody saliva, pain, and a loss of will to live.

And you all probably know this, whether from personal experience or from the accounts of unfortunate friends, but the actual procedure doesn't hurt because you're unconscious. It's the aftermath. But I'm not going to talk about the aftermath anymore because it's boring, predictable, and the only semi-amusing thing to envision is Sid glancing at the clock every two seconds waiting for eighty more minutes to pass so she can take more codeine. No, it's the anesthesia that I want to talk about.

Because it was really, really fun. Seriously. And I'm totally not high, that wore off over two hours ago.

It's a short ride because sodium pentothal knocks you out pretty quick, but man. There's a tiny prick when they insert the needle, and then the doctor asks you if you're fine. First you want to scoff and say, "I feel nothing," because just out of curiosity you want to see if you can 'withstand' it, don't you? No. The ceiling didn't ripple, it warped--kinda like when you shake a bowl of water when something's reflected in it. You get the weirdest rush, you're all excited and it feels like your body is starting to move, and it's just like those times on the carousel. You wait and wait for all the other slowpokes to pick a damn horse, then the ride finally starts and there's that little lurch before everything starts to spin. Literally, my mind even went wheeeeeee!

So right after I scoffed and said, "I feel nothing," I added, "Oh, wow, that's really wei--" And I didn't dream, but my last thought was somewhere along the lines of, if I dreamed of unicorns in an anesthesia-induced sleep, what kind of unicorns would they be? 

...And then I woke up twenty minutes later, and I felt like shit. But seriously. They should have sodium pentathol rides at the state fair. No one gives a crap about all the knock-over-the-bottles games anyway. The prizes suck and it's always rigged. Open a sodium pentothal booth. I will be there.