with the headlights pointed at the dawn

There was some meme or writing exercise a while ago, where you were supposed to "write what you knew" and take your ordinary life-- your job, your classes, or something-- and write your life as a fic, in the third person. And presumably, to make it interesting. I think we all do this to some degree, starring in our own private All-Me-All-The-Time shows, but I can't imagine my life as a fic written in anything other than a deadpan recounting of the day that... really isn't very interesting, and I wouldn't like to read it. I started, gave up, and just scribbled this down-- which is not a fic at all.

( Boring as fuck-all, man )

...I sort of wish I could say I was spoofing my own life, but that's pretty much how it goes.

I feel as though I should say something about some sort of fandom or offer ficbits like all the cool kids are doing, but it's coming midterm week and there are eleventy billion other things to do. Including my damn ficathon fic and all the other owed crap.

And, whatchacallit, schoolwork.