a list!

* ordered 8 books so far! hurrah!

* trying my hand at something original, even though it basically sucks and I kinda gave up after 7 pages. It's maybe about a dude who's being haunted by his dead gay twin. Other than that, it's pretty dumb.

* also about a page into an iCarly fic that should be shortish, college-age Freddie coping without his girls.

* was briefly inspired to finish Start Where You Begin before I fell asleep last night, and then I opened up the word doc today and just stared at it, so whatever.

* I'm trying to keep up with all the bigbangs, but there's an AMAZING amount of fic, I find that half the time I just stare at my delicious in indecision!

* I'm still only about 9000 words into Mike/Kevin highschool au.

snippet?

Kevin doesn’t remember exactly how he ended up in woodshop – something to do with conflicting schedules, since he’d originally signed up for graphic arts - but he loves it. It’s hands down his favorite class, and he’s actually awesome at it, which is an unexpected bonus.

“That’s kind of ambitious,” The Jerry says, looking over his shoulder.

Kevin spreads his hands out to flatten the curling edges of his blueprint. “Only two more tiers than my last one,” he says. “I like a challenge.”

The Jerry grunts, then moves over to the work station next to Kevin’s. The Jerry’s a huge bear of a guy, thick neck, barrel chest, with ice blonde hair that’s parted down the middle, falling past his ears. He’s like a Nordic god, Kevin thinks, a Viking, only without the beard. He’s a defensive tackle for the varsity football team, and for some reason he seems to like Kevin. Or have some sort of elevated tolerance for him, at least, and he’s always visibly impressed by Kevin’s birdhouses. As he should be, since Kevin’s birdhouses rock.

Besides The Jerry, Kevin has woodshop with a slew of sophomores and Smith, who’s completely hopeless. Mainly, Mr. Samberg doesn’t let him near any of the heavy machinery. Or even a hammer, since last time it slipped out of his hands and nearly hit Mr. Samberg in the face. Smith spends most of the period varnishing left-over bookshelves or TV stands and texting on his cell.

Mr. Samberg, on the other hand, spends most of the class beat-boxing and making up songs about how awesome wood is.

So woodshop would obviously be Kevin’s favorite class even if he didn’t happen to be great with his hands.