go forth

Last exam today! I am wearing one of my favourite outfits, the one that makes me look like I should be playing pre-sexification Sandy in a production of Grease, I am going to get coffee at my favourite campus cafe, and I plan to celebrate afterwards by doing Christmas shopping in the city (I am so organised this year, my friends).

Then I plan on watching the latest Dexter and playing around at the Fifteen Minute Festival, because I missed the last one. You should all come and play too! The more people we get, the greater the abundance of gifts and delight.

And then: WRITING FIC. Instead of crowding out my academic thoughts with their usual inconvenient noise, my words held off respectfully until...yesterday. Which I do appreciate, but it's a relief to have them back.

This icon is so stylish, I love it.

OFF I GO.

bonjour, tout le monde

One terrifyingly difficult anatomy theory exam later:

J'AI FINI

Booyah.

Of course, I am now paralysed with indecision, because I had this HUGE list of Things To Do After Exams and now it actually is After Exams and the list seems intimidating because I didn't prioritise it or anything.

But! Because I am feeling jubilant and entitled, anyone who is up for it should help me celebrate the end of my Bachelor of Science degree by writing me drabbles/making me icons over at the Fifteen Minute Festival. Yes? Yes.

"Tension, party of two."

Show. Seriously? Two OTPs?

*grinning*

Of course, I would totally be shipping Zack/me if I wasn't mostly convinced that the poor boy is gay.

I don't know, as soon as I try to properly articulate how happy this show is making me I just end up waving my hands and making heartfelt but incoherent noises. As well as all of the surface awesome, it keeps hitting...personal buttons. A few of the things that I laugh off in daily life but feel kind of uncertain about, privately, and this show is telling me that they're okay. It took me a while to work out why the show was pulling at me so hard, but I'm glad I did :)