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Randomly, I have decided:


• I am emotionally unstable and will never survive a break up, theoretically speaking. Therefore it is only right never to enter a relationship and stay single forever. It's not like the universe'll conspire against that.
  
• I must learn to take care of pets, cats in particular.
  
• The loneliest number in the world is three, not one.
  
• Plans always get ruined.
  
• I don't need people to give me sympathy, I need people to listen.
  
• There's always something to be cheery about, regardless, so.
  
• I'm still okay.
  

I have been somewhat productive. :|

Paid time expires today. There is no way to commemorate, because I kept putting off thinking about it until the last minute, which is, I have decided, usually the way I am with everything else. Thus, it has snuck up on me, along with the realization that OMG HD FQF FIC DUE TOMORROW HAVE WRITTEN TWO PARAGRAPHS FLAIL.

Okay, minor spasm attack gone. :|

The computer deleted an icon I was working on, which was clearly Not On, and since I hate repeating things I've decided not to do it again, and instead work on a story based on the text I'd put in, because I'm lazy.

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It makes so much more sense in my head, trust me.

And and and!!! Lissa has written Blaise/Theodore (ETA: HERE!!!) in only the way that Lissa can write love and pain and BLAISE and THEODORE *dies*. Wheeeeeee.

ANYWAY.

I've made icons, based on the theme 'wings'. Been playing around with photoshop, they're arranged according to order of creation. Credit and comment, please, if you're taking?

Teaser:

( Wings, wings, fairy wings, fragile things )

Icon Post: Wings

So I've just recently discovered layers (hush, don't laugh) and gradients and all the other things that make Photoshop more than just a means to crop and stick text on images. It's really quite amusing and I've been on an on-and-off experiment-with-Photoshop kick, so. I picked a theme (wings) and GettyImaged (hey, if Google's a verb, so's GettyImages. :|) it. There are nine icons total, comment if you like, credit if you're taking, and please don't hotlink, thanks. :P Apologies to friends who're seeing this twice.

Teaser:

( Wings, wings, fairy wings, fragile things )

This entry is imperative.

Okay, so it's really the 31st of March already, but I'll ruin the calendar. :|

ANYWAY, yes. SO. My LJ time expired, right? Right. And I was all *flailandwoe* and *sighandaccept* and stuff, because I'd lose paid account features and stuff, and I commented on some journal entry and then there were just three icons left for me to choose from: Default, Jude-Law-With-Roses, and Schoolgirl Crush.

I am Unamused with LJ's sense of humour, Schoolgirl Crush DESPISES me right now, I think, but whatever. Okay.

SO I click back to my LJ, fearful, but OMG. I STILL have my COMPONENT layout. Which I love, but which is in ugly colours. (To the person on that anon meme, yeah, I hate the mustardy colours too. I couldn't make it ORANGE.)

So. Stuck. I love Component, I hate my layout. ALL THE MOODTHEMES I'VE EVER USED ARE STILL HERE.

I am SO boggled. And headdesky, because I didn't listen to S when she told me to just upload the ASoUE moodtheme when I'd wanted it. How STUPID. I should have uploaded ALL moodthemes I wanted to use. THERE IS A WAY AROUND THE PAID SYSTEM THAT I WAS TOO SILLEH TO KNOW ABOUT.

Thus. I have a plan.

You know, if I get to keep Component and a couple of decent moodthemes, I can live without forty-seven other icons and a paid LJ account for more than two months, yes. *g*

This pleases me.

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Going to Avril Lavigne and Simple Plan concert tonight. It's all so sudden. My friend wanted someone to tape something on TV later tonight, I IMed her to tell her I couldn't, she said she wouldn't be able to, I asked her why, she said she was going to the concert and I was all "WHOA REALLY?" and then she invited me to come along so I asked my mom and she wanted to know who I was with and I told her and I said I could bring my brother along if she wanted and she said okay, because she lets my brother do anything.

At some point mom wanted to come with me, just to, in her own words, "hang out".