Bad!fic

So, I have one essay, six poems with a 700 word commentary on each to complete, two books to read and two exams to revise for. The next couple of weeks should be a lark.
However, today I'm writing fic. To be honest, what I am writing squicks me out, but I was reading something that had a really good premise, but the writing was terrible. So much repition and long, overflowy dialogue from characters that are supposed to at least pretend to be more stoic than that. I felt I was screaming at the screen when a particulary godawful horror flick is one, the one where you're like 'oh for god's sake, woman, DON'T go into the woods!'
So I thought I'd write something with a similar outline, although I have to say it's not the same, not at all. Not the same plot, just the same genre.
And yeah, what I've written creeps me out, and I think if I was looking for fics to read, I'd probably avoid this one.
This is what I do with my spare time x_x or rather, my time that really should not be spare because I have more important things/work that I ought to fill it with.

Dark Side of the Moon

I'm feeling better about my name. It might be really very boring, but at least it has some horror film references, e.g. Poltergeist. Aaand said reference was mentioned in Supernatural this week, so now I'm all like ... happy!face =P
Oh and I don't know if I've written about this before but I have paid for my Supernatural Asylum 5 convention tickets. Annoyingly they don't send confirmation until about four weeks before the event (WHYFORGOD'SSAKEWHY???) so I'll have to e-mail them and ask them about it before I book the hotel room (which is non-refundable).
It should be a good event, Misha Collins will be there (who I may or may not be slightly in love with), not to mention all the other awesome people that are there (Anna, Gabriel, Azazel; YAY!)

Team Steals

Great night out in Taunton yesterday, courtesy of the wonderful Miss Powell who lives at Toad Hall. Jemma and I played Team Steals.
I unscrewed an LED light from the toilets and kept that, it will come in handy since I have no night light at the moment. I also got a piece of paper that was taped to the window (but it was only a job advertisement) and one of the long mats from the bar top. It's all sticky and needs washing, but I'm keeping that too.
Jemma won. She also got a bar mat; a light bulb that doesn't work; a shard of a 'No Smoking' sign (No King); a laminated 'it is illegal to sell liquor to under 18s' sign; one of the containers on the bar top that hold serviettes, straws and cocktail stirrers; an inflatable cowboy hat from a random boy we met in the street, and a plate that she swiped from a pile behind stacked just behind the bar.
Clearly, my effort was pitiful. I blame the teeny tiny bag I was carrying rather than sheer cowardice.

Red Peppers are the Devil's Testicles

I just came back from an evening of strange and wonderful poetry at the Barbican Theatre in Plymouth. Our lecturer, Paul, managed to arrange ten tickets for the class to go free :D
We saw:
Rob Auton
and
The Poeticats
as well as Kayo Chingonyi and Jean Binta Breeze.
It was all very interesting, and funny (:

Also, watch this video: Stranger Danger.
It's not the end that disturbs me, that all seems fairly logical, but the little girl sniffing the pink flower really creeps me out.

The Wooden Bull

Interview went well. The location was weird. The directions said 'left at traffic lights after the Inn and past the wooden bull'. So I found the inn, walked back to where the bus had dropped me off, wandered down this road where the only obvious building was a dairy, and then ended up at this weird farmers market. I found the door, walked in and there were a lot of older people in wellingtons and overalls, with a few young people in smart clothes lingering by the doors looking doubtful. I followed a couple of girls and found where I was meant to be and sat down to wait. A lot of the people waiting were really chatty, so we exchanged information about universities and wondered what the interview would be like. We were in groups of three, and they did ask some awkward questions. I made up a total bullshit lie on one of them, making my brother sound like some kind of hapless retard that I help out with rather than ignore. I panicked, okay? Anyway, it worked because as I was on the train back I got a phone call saying I'd gotten a place on the scheme, subject to my locating certain documents that I've lost and must immediately get replacements for. That is my task for tomorrow. Get them to resend a paper copy of my driving license, get a new National Insurance card and a bank statement sent to my Somerset address.
One of the girls from the interview was also heading to the train station, so it was that weird phenomenon that you sometimes see on public transport, where you can't quite tell if the two people in front or behind you are friends, but then one gets up and says 'nice to meet you,' and gets off the train. We had lunch and then she got on her train and I hung around for mine. She was very lovely, had gingery hair and freckles and had been travelling to all sorts of interesting places, such as India, and went to university in London. She'd come from the capital the night before the interview- way more hectic than my travel arrangements. She spoke very well, and seemed really enthusiastic. We sat in the little portable diner at the train station, drinking tea out of chunky 'Dave's Diner' mugs, her flipping through a copy of Heat or Hello, commenting every now and again, me apearing a little dense, asking 'who's that?' at every other picture she stopped on, the only person that I really recognised being Keanu Reeves; he had long hair in the picture, which looked odd. I think the girl's name was Rachel, but I am not certain.
We had a lecture by Gavin Smith this evening, he talked about islands as places of potential and as dystopias, and spoke a little about his book 'DogFellow's Ghost', which we are studying in class. It was very interesting. He was a good speaker and quite funny. There was free wine, but only a small glass, so no, that didn't alter my perception of the talk.
On the way to the bus I was stopped by a strange man who looked as though he was going to walk into me, but air-kissed the side of my face instead and walked off.
I've decided that I'm probably not going to do that Louis-meets-Azazel fic. I'm involved in an AU school!verse for Supernatural. I love my beta for it, she's really helpful, and says she will call me Cas because I don't understand any of her pop culture references; XD makes me feel kind of awesome instead of inadequate.
Now I must retire to bed as I have a poetry seminar tomorrow at 10.
For some reason the word 'dystopia' comes up as wrong on my spell checker. The suggested revision is 'dustpan'.

Good Day?

I had my presentation today. Executed amid yawns and blank faces, but it is over and done with now. I didn't make eye contact but at least I didn't forget anything. Our lecturer asked some awkward questions that I don't think are to be taken as a good sign.
Went into town and spent money, on clothes of all things. I went straight to H&M since that's the only place I know of where I can find something without having trawl through everything. So I have two new tee-shirts, a suit jacket and a new necklace (that looks more like something my sister would wear, but it's pretty and old fashioned and was cheap so I am happy). I did hurt my shoulder trying to get out of a stupid dress. It actually looked quite nice but no way am I buying something that is that difficult to get out of (you can make your own joke here).
Came home after buying food and realised I'd locked myself out of my house and room, my phone battery had died so I couldn't call anyone and I had to sit in the street and wait for someone to come home. Luckily Matt and Kim came home about ten minutes later and let me in, and Matt was very lovely and broke into my room for me, which was very nice of him, especially considering the fact that we really don't get on at all. I am going to override my natural suspicion and make a new start concerning them, which shouldn't be too hard since it's two weeks until the Easter holidays and then only 4 weeks until Summer.
I have chicken goujons and baked beans (I know, fancy eh?) and ginger beer which is the best thing ever right now, although while I was looking for my fork I realised that Henry was eating with it. I very nearly freaked out entirely, but I am perfectly well grounded and so I waited for him to leave before I started muttering to myself; I just banged a few drawers to let him know I was looking for it. If it was Charlotte or someone using it, it wouldn't freak me out anywhere near as much, but because I don't know him it makes this horrible knot in my chest and I panic.
I will remember the good parts of my day and watch series one of Skins. That will make it better :)

The Crux

The presentation seems to be coming along okay despite having spent the entire weekend procrastinating. Whilst I was doing so I came across this interesting short film:



Now I shall go and ponder with tea and biscuits.