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- Location:Still sitting on my bedroom floor
- Mood:
tired
- Location:waiting for my tea to cool down
- Mood:
thirsty
- Location:drinking coffee
- Mood:
okay - Music:The Killers - A Dustland Fairytale
- Location:Sitting Room
- Mood:
sleepy
- Location:Need to go to bed *yawns*
- Mood:
sleepy
- Location:at my desk
- Mood:
working - Music:Kings of Leon - Revelry
Using a prompt table I found somewhere on LJ, I’m going to be posting a hundred 100 word (well, a 100-200. . . 300 word? :P) drabble every day (well, whenever I can considering I should really be revising and not be procrastinating :P). Fandoms will include, Dark Angel, Ugly Betty, Stargate SG-1, Harry Potter, and possibly some Smallville and Supernatural too.
So that said, up first is Dark Angel.
Well, it kind of had to be, didn’t it? :P
PS. I haven’t abandoned my Crossover Crack!fic from Hell, but that’s gonna have to wait until my exams are over.
( Fic: #017 Sunset (Dark Angel, M/A) )
- Location:at my desk
- Mood:
stressed - Music:Katy Perry - Waking Up In Vegas
- Location:Contemplating NBC's stupidity
- Mood:
sad - Music:3 Doors Down - Here Without You
I snagged this meme from
wyntertwilight
01. Put your music player on shuffle
02. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title.
Come Up To Meet You
Leaves are falling down on the beautiful ground,
Could you whisper in my ear?
Calling out, calling out, haven’t you wondered?
I ain’t got no money,
Birds flying high, you know how I feel.
I’m strong, but I break,
Coming out of my cage, and I’ve been doing just fine,
I’ve been awake for awhile now,
Fear and panic in the air,
You’re cynical and beautiful, and always make a scene.
And I don’t know, this could break my heart or save me,
It’s been the longest winter without you,
Staring out into the night,
Closed off from love, I didn’t need the pain,
Declare this an emergency.
Take, take all you need,
Desperate for changing, starving for truth,
You light, the skies, up above me,
Broadway is dark tonight,
They painted up your secrets with lies they told to you.
*giggles and snorts*
My poem is total utter FAIL. Makes no sense whatsoever! Hee.
- Location:drinking too much lucozade
- Mood:
amused - Music:Coldplay - The Scientist
