Kittengrl39

If I hadn't already practically left dA THIS SURE AS HELL WOULDN'T ENTICE ME TO COME BACK. WHAT THE FUCK EVEN IS THIS NEW FORMAT. GO AWAY.

So, uh... hi.
Been quite a while. I've graduated college, gotten a job, applied and been accepted to grad school, gotten most of my health affairs in order... none of which really explains why I've dropped off the map in recent months.
Truth is, Supernatural ate my brain. Or more accurately, the fandom did. I'd been meaning to watch the series for quite some time, but it wasn't until last October that I finally buckled down and started watching all seven seasons. And, um. Holy crap. I'd forgotten what it was like to be involved in a fandom with that high a level of content. To make a long story short, I'm now an avid Dean/Cas (slight Dean/Cas/Sam) shipper, I own all six seasons currently on DVD, and I'm going to the Dallas SPN Convention in September. I am slowly trying to bring myself back to the real world, which contains things like imminent grad school and a need for money and a reasonable amount of sleep.
...which might have worked better if I hadn't watched X-Men: First Class last night and immediately fallen into that fandom. *headdesk*
Later!

I'm sorry, what? My pageviews are approaching 10,000? No, no, you must be mistaking me for someone who actually produces content - HOLY CRAP THEY'RE ALREADY PAST TEN THOUSAND WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN.


Took me - what, four and a half years? - but I got there.
If anybody actually caught the kiriban (it would have been around the 19th or 20th of May), please contact me, I'll find you a gift of some sort. In the meantime, carry on while I caper gleefully.

Everything feels broken.

I didn't want him to go. He wasn't eating or drinking, and he'd lost a lot of weight, and he still had cancer, and I could tell that he knew it was time.

But it was still hard. It was so, so hard. He held on for half an hour after receiving the sedative and lethal injection, just because he loved us so much. He tried to stay with us right till the end.

There will never be another cat like Charlie.

Rest in peace.

I'm going to be gone for about ten days. To Seattle, and then to Alaska. It should be really cool. We're going to see whales and sea otters and beautiful landscapes.
In other news, I now have a job to earn me money for Otakon (yes, I'm going) and have become completely obsessed with Hanna Is Not A Boy's Name. (Actually, that was about February, but I'm terrible at updating journals.)
See you all when I get back!