urbandruid

Well. That was, to say the least, interesting.

( beware of spoilers )

I have three Christmas cards done, and I still feel like a lazy bum. But three is better than none.

I could do more, and I may write more letters later, but my printer is misbehaving. It keeps printing things, then deciding to eat them. Argh! *beats printer with stick* If it's not one thing, it's another. (It scans fine now, thank you very much. Ugh!)

Alias rerun tonight, when I was expecting, or at least hoping, for a new one. I was watching something else earlier on the same network, caught a preview out of the corner of my eye. Thought I saw Irina.

I didn't, of course. Just Sydney. Reruns. Three weeks before anything new. Damnit. *sigh* I miss my Spymommy.

So I guess I'm going to be playing around a lot more with my irina_derevko in the next three weeks.

Bah! Alias Media's screencaps only have Jack's username from the "Sucession" chat. I really needed Irina's. Too. Will have to keep digging, I suppose. The annoying thing is that I saw it tonight, I just couldn't get close enough to see it before it was gone.

I think I'll amuse myself making icons, or something. "Miss you" just begs for it.

I keep having to slap myself on the wrist, tell myself my third muse for theatrical_muse cannot be Sydney Bristow, that something else will hit me and I'll want it more, something I wouldn't feel so guilty about asking for... *sigh* It's not that I want Sydney so much as it is that I want something else, and a lot of times my default writing voice for Alias is Sydney, because everything happens to Sydney.

If I didn't already have Irina, I would write Jack. But for some reason writing Jack has always come easy to me, and I wanted a challenge. Maybe I shouldn't be so proud of the fact that I can channel Jack so easily, but I am.

I should go to bed, but I'm not tired. Probably a bad sign; I'm going to be awake for hours, and I may regret this tomorrow. But who cares, right? I'm on vacation

...to update the massive unfinished fic meme from hell.

More for me than for anyone else, but

( if you're interested... )

I finished one fic that was on the old list (Visiting Hours, Harry Potter) but I've added...several more. *sigh* At least I won't be bored for a bit, right? Plus the whole NaNoWriMo. 'Cause I'm really nuts.

I swear, I'm getting spoiled at GreatestJournal; 10 icons suddenly doesn't seem like enough. I want to add more, but I can't decide which of the angry/angsty set to get rid of for a bit. Perhaps should ditch the default, but then I don't know what I'd use for a default.

Maybe I should think about this when I'm slightly more awake.

Or awake at all, for that matter.

Watched Alias last night... Yay! Have missed my Alias.

( click for half-asleep spoilers )

More coherence fortcoming later....I hope. I've got two tests to survive before I hit that point, though, plus...Monday. Hate Mondays. A lot.

I don't want to think or talk about school, or my life, so I'm going to do a bit of slightly out of date Alias commentary.

( Countdown spoilers, & related stuff )

I didn't get home untill after Mom got off work yesterday. Looks like this is how it's going to be on Tuesdays and Thursdays, between bio lab and the foreign language lab. Today I'm home by 1:00. Biology, math, break, history, home. We're actually getting down to work in history today, I hope

Finally checked my grades from last semester; I got a C in French I. Which is about what I figured. Being me, I'm wishing it had been a B, but passing is passing.

I wrote about a page of the Alias fic yesterday- am to the point now where the reprecussions of Ice and Glass really start to come through.

Just because I like you guys, a preview:

"Come to my office, Jack. We need to talk."

Yes, we do. Unfortunately I don't think you are in a listening frame of mind, Assistant Director Kendall.

I have little to say, myself. But what I have been given is less an invitation, more a command, and so these things don't matter. He beckons, I come.

Into his office, fairly large space but it seems suddenly small; myself and Kendall within is too much.

"I've heard what happened here last night," he begins.

"Have you? Good. The condition she was in- It never should have come to that." Long practice keeps my voice steady and detached. In this voice I could do anything, say anything. In such a voice I have interrogated a rogue's gallery of suspects and informants; In such a voice I have supported Arvin Sloane's every word, hiding a desire to see him dead which never ever really leaves me.

Kendall glares; this is not what he means. "I agree, and we'll deal with that later. What concerns me now is you."

He picks up a folder, withdraws something from it. Tosses it down on the desk so that it slides towards me. I see it out of the corner of my eye; sharp, high-resolution image, printed from surveillance tapes.

The kiss.

Formatting may suck, but I'll fix it later- must dash off to Bio now.