I'm an artist...

I'm an artist...I see the world in an artistic way...because I have a lot of time to think because I don't have a job."

I love this performance on Premium Blend.

"I'm also a poet; did I mention I write poetry? The best thing I like about poetry is that no one will admit what a piece of crap it is."

Hee...the music to it is really funny.

Okay, two papers done. I barely slept last night. For my Chaucer paper I finished it 4 minutes before the class started during my hour long break. I felt okay with it, I had already fleshed out my thesis and worked on several paragraphs. 7 pages total. However? Remind me to never do that again.

Three papers to go: Anthropology, Renaissance Seminar, and Shakespeare. 7-10 pages, 7-8 pages, and 4 pages for each one. Oh, I'm soooo screwed. My thesis for my seminar paper sucks so badly.

Hey everyone, I wrote just not one but two fics for torchthisnow because she made me cry and feel bad! So, if you want fic out of me just be really, really mean and threaten to be all evil. ;-)

Actually, "Just Passing Through" was that Faith fic that's taken me forever to complete. And as for the other one, that's just X2 blackmail. Never fanwank a moment in a movie for Molly or she'll ask you to write a fic.*

(* you know I lurve you, Molly. *smooch*)

So, fic! Yay! I'm totally not talking about BtVS here because I haven't seen it yet! And AtS is on tonight and I'm so there. With bells even.

Fic: Just Passing Through (Yellow Brick Roads)
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Rating: NC 17
Pairings: Faith/Wesley, Wesley/Lilah, Faith/Buffy, Faith/Riley, Faith/Others
Summary: She doesn’t want to remember and she doesn’t live in the past. But sometimes, she doesn’t have much of a choice.
Spoilers: AtS, “Orpheus”
Author’s Notes: Well, it’s extremely late. And it’s my first attempt at a Faithfic. It was written for Molly, inspired because of Molly, and completed despite losing the original draft and other boring complications. So, I dedicate this fic to the loveliness of Molly.

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I remember.

I don’t have much of a choice, the drug lingers on, I can feel it in my blood and I want to go out, get lost in some dark club and dance, fuck, hell, even drink my memories away.

The sky is dark and it’s back to normal, day and night, night and day. L.A. drifts further away, smog thick and heavy in the night, fragments scattered in the wind (from what? I wonder, tapping the glass of the passenger window, tap-tap-tap, it’s the only sound I’ve heard since we left the city limits).

I don’t look back.

( more Just Passing Through for I am a total tease )

Okay, the next one is all X2 spoilers. So avoid if you don't want to a) laugh at my Logan characterization or b) be spoiled and laugh at my Logan characterization.

Fic: Desolate Memories
Author: Regala Electra
E-mail: regala_electra@yahoo.com
Summary: Logan reflects. And tries not to deal, only remember.
Spoilers: X2
Pairings: Logan/Jean, Logan/Marie, hints of Logan/Mystique
Author’s Notes: All. Molly’s. Fault.

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( desolate memories )