late nights, bright lights

Smoked today out of the water with 1722/1500. Hah! And I only claimed I was going to be a milk vampire once. Brendan, the sweet little dumpling he is, has promised me 1 kidnapping of my choice if I successfully complete my 1500 words a day. That's a pretty sweet deal, guys.

Also managed to get around to posting a bunch of stuff to my writing journal. Going to link it here in case anyone is interested. Most of it's too short to actually be considered fic, but you get the idea.

( Supernatural and Leverage fic beyond the jump )

Look Ma! New fandom! I'm branching out! *does tree impression*

It's 4 am and I don't know why I'm awake and scorpiod01 is making up lies about me and some ducks AND I FEEL LIKE I'M TAKING CRAZY PILLS. So that's it for me tonight, intertube. I promise I'll behave better tomorrow.

We didn't bring our camera to Celtfest, but I wish we had so I could regale you all with pictures of sheep. Seriously. Is there a cuter animal in the world? I haven't met it yet. We watched the herding demos and sure, border collies are cute but I'm all about the sheep. And they go 'baa'. I can dig it.

We also watched the hammer throw and the caber toss (not to be confused with 'caper toss' which is much easier, but less fun to watch) and the highland dance competitions and the pipe'n'drum competition. And I drank iced tea and ate some grape flavoured sugar. BASICALLY IT WAS AWESOME.

Last night it was the Relay for Life and it poured rain and we didn't have a tent. LESS AWESOME. We did good though. I was proud of us.

TOMORROW. Tomorrow is going to be awesome times forty. Tomorrow the big bang story I co-authored with epiphanyx7 -- titled 'And Grace Will Lead Me Home' -- will be posted to our joint dreamwidth account. Today, in order to generate interest, I am posting our summary and warnings. Tomorrow I will be spamming you with my master post as well. <3

Summary: In order to stop the apocalypse, Dean kills Lucifer -- saving the world, and dying in the process. But Dean's journey is far from over -- the pact he made with Lilith for his soul did not end when an angel pulled him from depths of hell.

After the apocalypse, Castiel and Sam are left to pick up the shattered pieces of themselves. In the wake of Dean's death, things are not as easy as they used to be. Castiel finds himself trapped on Earth, with no hope of returning to the only home he's ever had, while Sam tries to remember who he is without his brother.

Man and angel have nothing in common, aside from their mutual bonds to a man now dead and a future they must forge together, now that the hands of fate have released them. And they will find a purpose, find out who they are, and more importantly, will find a reason to keep going... even in the face of danger, even with the knowledge with every passing second, Sam is closer to the end of his life.

And when he is gone, Castiel will be alone. Forever.

Warnings: Warnings: Virgin sacrifices, reincarnation, body transformations, epic levels of manpain all over the place, shouting, sex, language, violence, mildly disturbing themes, puppies, ice cream, rainbows, blasphemy, semi-graphic torture, character death, het, slash, angst, goldfish, consensual fraternal incest.

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Anyways, I ramble. As if you couldn't tell.

See guys, I was going to write this big long rant about how I hate people so very much, but I started writing about MUSICALS and then I started LISTENING to MUSICALS and then everything went warm'n'fuzzy (except it's still bloody cold in here) and now I don't have the energy.

So um, I love the Olympics. Totally unabashedly love them. And I feel the same way about my country.

And I am so frickin proud to say I was watching when Canada won it's first gold on home soil ever. Oh yeah. I think what also makes it pretty dang cool is that it wasn't one of the huge names on our Olympic team either, it was kind of a random. Bilodeau had an amazing run (also holy crap moguls look like the most painful thing ever) and he just looked so damn excited! It was infectious :)

Also caught the men's 5000m speed skating on Saturday night - a whole bunch of cuties taking home medals. Is it wrong that the main secondary reason I watch the Games is to compile a list of places I want to visit based on how good looking their athletes are? I mean, athletes don't need to be good looking to excel - unlike other celebrities that do, right? I don't know, I always thought of athletes as more like regular people than actors/actresses. Whatever, I'm still shallow, but I'm alright with that.

Watched a lot of the pairs skate short program last night too. Kavaguti and Smirnov (Russians) are my favourites, I think (over Dube and Davidson even, *gasp*) so I hope they do well. They were just so captivating.

Um, so that's me rambling about the Olympics.

Tonight I learned how to play solitaire showdown, so in the first game I kicked Aimee's butt. I think she's regretting ever having met me. But I seriously love playing cards so I might have to let her win a few so she keeps playing with me.

Going with Katie to the mall tomorrow for tomatacodo bagels, aka: best food on earth. I'm going to sleep a little hopefully first though.

I've never been to one before.

Or, I had never been to one before tonight.

Couple of landmarks for Leen today:

1) kissed a stranger in exchange for underwear. He tasted like gin, was actually very cute (Jamie thought so) and his name was 'Alex'.

2) got shot down on an international level. Oh yes, local boys fear me and now Irish boys do as well. I do good work.

3) realized I was drinking too much/too fast and stopped! Yeah, normally I'd just keep drinking. I did a responsible thingy.

4) made my 1,000 tweet (aka: twitter post). It was re: Mal assuring me we wouldn't get murdered by the strangers in the cars we were heckling, they would most likely just rape us. Major luls.

5) was totally at peace with my appearance. I found my favourite bra while cleaning out my clothes today. My chest looked amazing (but only to Canadians, not Europeans) and my hair had this lovely little windswept thing going on (at least in my mind).

6) stayed out later than KT. That never happens.

Yeah, so clearly I have made some bad decisions, and I'm kind of okay with that. Especially because I don't think I'm going to be hung over in the morning.