I'm pretty proud, what can I say? That particular fic is probably one of my favorite things I've written in a very, very long time.

Also, in other news, for part of my assignment today, I had to make a poster for my Screenplay. I share it with you, because I'm rather proud of it.

( Poster )

I guess this means I should start posting bits of the script? I keep promising stainofmylove that I would. And I definitely like that more than my pilot script so far. We'll see.

Class tonight, class tomorrow, and then heading out to Washington on Wednesday. Suu needs to charge her phone though, because she doesn't have consistent internet right now, and I need to make sure she knows when to pick me up from the airport and such :||

Also tomorrow: Getting my advisor and the assistant dean of my major to sign my withdrawl forms. Sorry.. Planned Educational Leave forms :p I don't really think I'll be going back anytime soon, but if I do it this way, it'll make it much, much easier to go back if I change my mind. And it's always good to keep your options open.

Everything is kind of neatly falling into place, and I can't help but really feel just...very satisfied with my decision.

In fandom news, today has been Firefly Alum day. I first watched the pilot for V, and now I'm finishing off the first season of Chuck.

On the plus side, talking to my grandma about things went surprisingly well. I guess I was freaking out for nothing. She was very supportive, which will make the whole process much easier. I guess I was overly worrying for no reason. For as much problems as I can have with her, sometimes she really surprises me.

Speaking of her surprising me...she also asked me if I was in love with Suu, and if that's why I wanted to move to Washington. That was...awkward. And then I kept laughing. Cause...um...no. Suu is like a sister to me. I'm much closer to her than my actual sister.

Guess we can't say my grandma is close minded, at least.

In other, unrelated news, The Men Who Stare At Goats was pretty lolarious. Very absurd, but fun. Though, everytime they mentioned being Jedi Warriors, I snickered, cause Ewan McGregor was Obi-wan in the prequels. I am easily amused.

seeing how it looks

Moodtheme, check.

The time spent in the Texas branch of Primatech had not been completely without merit. He had picked up alot of important information while they ran their tests on him, not the least of it being the address of the Cheerleader.

He would have escaped sooner if that stupid girl, Eden, hadn't shot herself. Still, her presence had made his mind wander back to someone else he had known back when he was still Gabriel, a name he heard repeated threw the walls a few times:

Elle Bishop.

The facts he gathered were simple enough. She was an agent and worked at the facility in New York. Which was where he headed as soon as he got out (which took alot longer than he liked. He had almost died in there). Especially with Claire's father being an agent, he had a feeling having an agent on his side would help.

And if it didn't, well then he could finally kill the bitch, which he would do eventually either way.

Breaking into the building was surprisingly simple. A few agents tried to stop him, but he killed them, and got the information on where to find what he was looking for. Who he was looking for. She was just an ends to a means, of course. There was no other reason for him coming to get Elle.

He twisted his hand, ripping open the door for her bedroom before stalking his way inside. He could hear the alarms going off, and they were probably calling out more agents to come after him. The sooner he got out, the better.

Title: It Used To Be Her Friend
Rating: PG-13
Pairings or Characters: Elle-centric with appearances by Bob and Elle’s unnamed mother.
Summary: When Elle was little, she liked the rain, but as she grew older, she began to hate it.
Word Count: 573
Author’s Note: Written for the rain picture prompt at heroes_contest. Unbeta’d.

( When She Was A Little Girl, Elle Loved The Rain )

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

Vincent, let's go see a movie or something of that manner. This apartment is getting stuffy I feel a move coming on soon. I can't be here much longer. That man knows how to bypass my locks.

He has three weeks, if he's not back in Three weeks. I'm finished.

History class I was failing? Dropped.
Academic Counselor? Visited.
Form to withdraw? Picked up.

I was surprisingly productive today.

I also talked to Suu, and it looks like we'll be looking into getting an apartment together. I'll probably be coming to move up there sometime after Christmas. Which gives me time to pack and figure out how to get my stuff shipped.

I'm still in awe that I'm actually going through with this, but it feels like the right choice.

Plan on breaking things to my grandma when I see her this weekend. I hope she doesn't react too badly. It would be nice to get some family support. But we'll see.

For the first time...ever, I feel like I'm taking active control of my life. It's both exciting and scary all at once.

I'm so anxious to just get out now that I've made the decision. Still, I know it would be better to just finish up this quarter first. Besides, if I want to withdraw before the quarter is over, I need to do it by Friday...so yeah. I gotta slug it out. I'm so mentally checked out now though, it's not funny. At least I only have my writing classes now, and they're only once a week each. So, not so bad.

Which leaves the rest of my time to write and worry. Guess what I do more of? Lol.

I'm trying to work on a script of what to say to my grandma. I want to tell her soon. I hate keeping secrets/lying. Dishonesty seriously leaves a bad taste in my mouth. And even if I don't have a firm plan yet, I can still be clear about what I want, make it known that it's not an impulsive decision. It's something I've given alot of thought to. And in the long run, it's my choice, not anyone else's. I'm an adult.

I haven't talked to Mike in a while. I've been so wiped out with all this school stuff and figuring things out, I haven't called him. I suppose I probably should. Especially as I'll be going up to Washington next week. Less than a week now. I leave the 11th. Thank you, Veteran's Day.

In fandom news, as stress relief, I've been watching The Big Bang Theory. I'm currently in the middle of season two. I love to see an asexual figure in mainstream fandom. Yeah...I tried but I just can't buy the Sheldon/Penny pairing, because I can't see Sheldon with anyone. Way, way too asexual. I do think Leonard/Penny is kind of cute though. It probably helps that Johnny Galecki, who plays Leonard, was David on Roseanne and one of my childhood crushes. I was so amused when he was dating Leslie cause it was like having David and Darlene back! You know...except totally not. But I was still pretty damn amused.

Ugh. Talking to my grandma on the phone was way, way awkward.
I hate lying about things.
But if I told her I was going to drop out and move...somewhere before I have my plans worked out, she would try to talk me out of it. Because she always thinks she knows better than me.

But even knowing that, I still feel guilty. Bleh.

I kept freaking myself out all day, thinking of little things like "Holy shit, what am I going to do about furniture?" Cause the apartment here was furnished for me, the only furniture that's mine is my bookcase and my bedside table. My set at home is really huge and would be hard to move from different states. Not to mention it probably wouldn't fit in an apartment. Maybe I should try to sell it. Lord knows, I'll probably need the money.

Right now, Washington is still my first choice though I need to discuss things with Suu and figure that out. I'm not sure how I would move my things. I mean, I don't have a license, so it's not like I can just rent a truck and drive it myself.

I still think it's the right thing to do, don't get me wrong, but I just have to figure out how I'm going to do all of this.

Probably good timing that my visit to Washington is next week, all things considered.

Status at Namimori must be checked. I have been away for far too long, and the Disciplinary Committee is likely antsy and becoming a failure without my presence.

No sign of that man again, and injuries sustained have been healed fully, though my ability to fight was never hampered. The residents of this place seem to provide a challenge, somewhat.

The bird needs more food.

The next morning Sylar had gotten up and called Mohinder, delighting himself as he told the Indian man about how they had massacred Matt and Janice. (Scandanlizing Mohinder was still one of his favorite pasttimes). Mohind agreed to come get Matty as soon as Sylar gave him this ultimatum: "Either come pick him up, or Elle and I am going to raise him as our own little protege."

Mohinder had quickly told him he would there and then hung up.

Meanwhile, the serial killer was currently in the kitchen, heating up a bottle of milk. Matty had woken up a while ago, crying and hungry. It was almost strange how easily Sylar slipped into the role of changing diapers and burping the kid and just generally taking care of it. He told himself it was just residual feelings from having been stuck in Matt for so long.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SABRINA!!!!!

I hope you accept presents in the form of naked!Peter:

Repo! The Gentic Opera is always awesome, but more awesome in the theater. I was kind of the fifth wheel of the group, but oh well. I'm used to going out with sets of couples and being the one single person. Leonard, a creepy guy from some of my theater classes, was there too, and kept begging me to join the shadow cast they're going to start up. Sounds fun...but I so would not want to deal with him on a regular basis. Lord knows, this stuff is in my blood though. My mom used to shadow cast for The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

And now I'm home and working on editing and writing more of my pilot. This is my first time even looking at it since my freak out on Tuesday. I'm going through my notes and criticism and trying to freak myself out as little as possible, but that's proving to be harder than I'd like. Oh self esteem and insecurities, why must you be such a ho beast?

Plans for tomorrow include working on homework more, preparing to talk to my Screenwriting teacher for our private meeting on Monday (how is it I'm so relaxed over that class, but so stressed with my Writing for Television one?), and going out and buying discount candy. I live such an exciting life, really.

Still been feeling depressed and restless. Need to stop missing so many classes. Or something. I feel so stagnant. I need change, I think. There's a choice here, and I think I know what I want to do, but I'm too afraid to do it. Too afraid of letting people down, I guess. Or something. I don't know.

Song: Mr. Self Destruct
Artist: Nine Inch Nails
Summary: A character study of Sylar
Vidder's Note:So, I made this video back before Season 4 started, but then Vegas kept crashing and not letting me render it. I've finally got a newer version of Vegas, and was about to export it. Needless to say, this only includes scenes from the first three seasons.

Mr. Self Destruct-Sylar from Katie on Vimeo.

First of all:

Totally didn't expect to win for that one.

In other news, the concert was pretty cool. The band was called CombiChrist. The goth club scene isn't really my thing, but there were some amusing moments. Like the guy dressed as Spike who was pole dancing and humping the pole. That was kind of awesome.

Tomorrow I work on homework, and in the evening go to a late showing of Repo! The Genetic Opera. On Sunday I go buy discount Halloween candy to gorge myself on.

Fun, exciting times.