cjmarlowe

The roommate and I fail at attending TIFF screenings. But in our defense, by the time we found someone who could tell us where to find the rush ticket lineup at AMC on Saturday we were both like, "Fuck it. You hungry? I'm hungry." Then we both proved we have even less willpower together than we do alone and arrived home with both cheap DVDs and Wendy's, so all in all I'd say it was a successful night.

I think I've written about three thousand words already today, but unfortunately they're spread across about five different stories so it wasn't so much actual progress. But three thousand words is three thousand words, and I might be coming close to finishing something new. I don't know what it is about Supernatural that makes me write about 80% gen, het and femslash, but I think I'm liking it. Who knew?

I'm actually picking away at my first RPF since I left popslash many moons ago, and I don't know why but it seems like a very different experience this time around. Maybe because fan culture has changed a lot? Maybe because I'm approaching it differently? Maybe just because it's an entirely different fandom. I don't know. It'll probably be ages before I have anything to post anyway, because I have very mixed success posting WIPs. There've been a couple of times when it's worked really well for me, was incredibly motivating, and at least once where the story was never finished. The thing is, both stories that I'm currently working on (both AUs) would probably lend themselves well to the serial format, so it's something that I'm debating with myself right now.

And one more thing, because I realise that despite the roommate serialising our adventures with Bad Squirrel, I've never actually mentioned him myself. You see, Bad Squirrel has decided that our apartment is his second home, and invites himself inside whenever we leave a window open and aren't looking. Which means that one morning I woke up with a squirrel by my head, which I'm now qualified to say is not really an ideal way to be woken up. I prefer the neighbours' power tools, which is saying a lot. Bad Squirrel also chewed a hole right through my backpack (which I of course repaired with duct tape) and dragged my umbrella and deodorant right into the middle of the area rug. How? I do not know. And I'm not sure I want to. I've seen Bad Squirrel lurking around the window lately, and I've heard him out on the fire escape, but he's made no more entry attempts that I'm aware of. I'm on to you now, Bad Squirrel, so watch your back.

I'm beginning to suspect my attempts at being less of a recluse are just making me seem weird. Plan B, or just rock my weird self?

I started about four posts in my head this weekend but then by the time I got to the computer I just didn't feel like writing up any of them. Which might be for the best because CJ's Adventures Trying to get to Whole Foods During the Toronto International Film Festival is probably more interesting in my head than it would have been in my LJ. XD Though I'm happy to report that I did manage to get home with my organic applesauce without getting TOO molested by the mob of people trying to get a glimpse of Brad Pitt or the packs of wild photographers roaming the streets.

Spent hours upon hours today going through the papers in my filing cabinet tonight and throwing about three quarters of it into a basket for shredding. Seriously, I pulled an astronomy project from 19-fucking-89 out of there. I've been lugging that stuff around with me for way too long already. The sad part is that I spent all this time on it and I'm not sure I made a dent in all the stuff I want to do before moving, but at least it's something.

Ima hurt tomorrow, though. Filing cabinets full of paper are hella heavy.