It Will Always Just Be Me

Guh. I HATE PMSing. My period came a week late, and it hurts so bad. My body aches, I'm cramping, I have a headache, and I feel very sick. So, I came home after four bloody essay exams in biology, and I've ended up just coming home and catching up on homework. *bangs head on desk* *wonders if it was even worth it to come home*

At 1:15 I'm going back to school for special topics/advanced drama. And since my mom promised Terry I'd be at practice I figure I'll go for the two hours and kill myself. I should be at Script Find, but no. If I go there I get kicked out of volleyball. I better not get kicked out of forensics either.

( Explanation -- SO NOT HAPPY )

...Okay, that was basically the rant I was going to say yesterday is in between the parentheses. So.

( Meme for Fun )



See ya.

-MH

slasher_chick's first story is done! Unbeta'd, and undoubtfully a badfic. I tried, Shan, I tried! So, unless the rest of you want my first attempt at PWP, don't read this. *hides*

Title: Annoyance
Rating: somewhere around R. Damn.
Warnings: me attempting to write boy!sex, OOCness
Challenge: Bill/Charlie, post-HBP, Fleur never existed. NC-17 PWP with angst and fluff.


( “Bill’s fine, dear,” Molly Weasley assures her second son. )


In RL...Um, it's Chris' (my oldest brothers) birthday.
Forensics Coach is a liar and driving me mad. I might have to choose between it and volleyball.
Dad thinks I depend too much on Mom, and she knows what I want.
Mom's now mad at me because I like fixing my own food.
Must still be mad at me from last night when I told her that she'd be cooler if she just turned the fan towards her rather than turning it towards the door to circulate air.

-MH