I miss GirlScent.

I am sitting in my boyundies. Isn’t that wonderful?

Stayed up late last night. In part because I was stressing over those two research papers which I don’t know how to start. Oh, I can write, I don’t think that’s the problem, I just don’t know how to do research. I think I’m just overthinking it, expecting the papers to be something far more than is required for two first-year courses. Shit, this is my fifth year of college, I should knock this out easy. Except, I’ve never done a research paper before.

There was the NaNoWriMo factor. I hit major writer’s block yesterday. But ah, I had a small inspiration at around 3 AM. Or something. I don’t remember. I figured I should write in how I was feeling, as I was feeling like crap, so I wrote a later scene where Xavier’s stressing over a paper he didn’t do. Easy to write a scene when you’re feeling it, rather than faking the funk. This ended up turning into something else, which solved my “What the hell is going on with this novel?” problem. I’ll write the scenes in between, and it’ll be dandy like candy or really randy.

Lisa’s first encounter with a(n uncircumcised) penis will have to wait. It just doesn’t feel right to me.

And then there’s the fact that it’s Saturday. Sunday morning is the only morning I can sleep in. And by sleep in, I mean get up around 1 PM. 10 PM may be a relaxing morning, but that’s just not SLEEPING IN. I went to bed around 5 AM last night. So late, I realized I had to eat something so my musskulls would have energy to grow. :: growls ::

:: adjusts his package :: You know, inadvertantly, I’m down to masturbating once a week. That’s stress, when you can’t even find time for yourself. I don’t really mind, because that one time a week is AWESOME. I haven’t a ladyfriend to caress and fondle me, so I better do it myself!

(Though lately, I admit, I do miss everything that comes with female romantic companionship.)

Oh. Liz and Cliff showed up last night. During the week, I ran into Liz, and she was pouting about when we were going to watch Star Trek again. I told her show up Saturday. Cliff IMed me at some point, and wondered about hanging out Friday. I told him to show up Saturday. So I never had a concrete conversation where I knew they’d be coming, I just told them independently and hoped that if they love me and stuff, they’ll show up of their own accord. Which they did. We watched Star Trek VI, which feels more and more like Not Another Star Trek Film, except in the best of ways. It’s just so true to the series, whereas later films I wonder what the hell they were thinking. Seriously, the camp factor in Undiscovered Country is very high. Klingons quoting Shakespeare? Hard to get campier than that.

*sniffs himself* I smell like a boy. I like how I smell. It’s still relatively fresh, as I showered yesterday after I lifted. To think Paige wasn’t really into organic scents, preferring to mask with artifical stuff. That’s not me at all. Especially in the wake of what happened after, I don’t like artificial scents. They unfortunately remind me of a time and place I don’t want to revisit. The scent of a lady, unmasked, unaltered, seems far more.. primal. And in this day in age, it’s a bit more vulnerable, as it requires a bit of trust and intimacy to let someone get so close as to smell her true scent. It smells real.

There’s a difference between liking scents, and just being dirty. Believe me, I know when I’m rank. And now is not one of those times.

I’m glancing at the gmail ads.

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I’m amused.

LJ appears to be fully functional, and my DITL was finally posted. Yayz. Yeah, I usually don’t bother pasting them in OD, because I know a lot of people, as I was, are anti-LJ. It’s one of those things where it’s going to be up every week, and if you want to see it, just freaking stalk me already.

Hrm. I think I need to pee with my penis. I should put some clothes on or something and break my fast.