Another Irish Drinking Song

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No, no, no, no, and no.

IN OTHER NEWS:

I have a plot bunny.

Actually, strike the bunny, I have a PLOT.

This never happens. I am usually lucky just to get a broad sort of sense of how I want something to work out. This fic, I know how it begins, I know how it ends, and most importantly, I know how it middles. All I need is a title and twenty-or-so thousand words.

I haven't written fanfiction in forever. This is going to be so great. Proof that I am in fact capable of completing a multi-chapter endeavor. /cringes at all her projects.

So I'm supposed to be writing several Creative Writing stories that I am way behind on, in addition to doing that term paper that is due A WEEK FROM TOMORROW, but I was instead thinking about frivolous things. So I felt like sharing.

( Ill-organized thinkythoughts on the Sannin and Sasuke )
I love it when people's words are thrown right back in their faces in that way.  Love it.  It's a trope that I adore.

( Tangent on tropes, Disney movies, and pseudo-father/son relationships )

And....wow.  Okay.  Nothing...much more to talk about here.  I'm...going to go do some work or something.  *sidles out*

I just finished one of my Christmas request fics!  Only... ten to go!    ahahaha I'm doomed.

I also still have to finish a rough draft of a story for Creative Writing, start the second-quarter anthology for said class, and write that goddamn term paper rough draft instead of slacking off like a stupidass.  D:  *is filled with self-loathing*

ALSO!  I FOUND ITACHI/ANKO FACEBOOK FLAIR!!!!  THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER IN THE WORLD LALALALA~

STEPHEN KING FANS:  I was reading this article in the health/science section of the paper this morning, and they were raving about this brain tumor they removed from a baby that had:

A foot, a hand, some teeth, and a spinal column in it. 

They have never seen anything like it, and it doesn't really fit any other medical conditions quite correctly.  They don't know what to make of it.

I do.

George Stark, anyone?