and the side you never get to see is alive, comes alive

[chicafrom3]

...I move into my new apartment on Monday, start work on Tuesday, rehearsals officially start on the next Saturday and oh my LORD what am I doing I can't be an adult *hides*

No, seriously! I told my mom that there's a 50/50 chance of me surviving this or drowning completely, and she told me there's no chance of me drowning, and fifteen seconds later is talking about all the ways I'm like to fail, like my extreme difficulty motivating myself to do things I don't want to do, and how hard it is for me to talk to people, and how standing up for myself is something that happens erratically, and all that and you know I'm going to drown trying to do this.




Snagged from super_kc:
Reply to this post, and I will tell you my favorite icon(s) of yours. Then post this to your own journal using your own favorite icon. Repost it if you want, if not just let me have fun looking through your icons to tell you my favorite(s).

I have a lot of trouble picking my one favorite icon, and it varies from hour to hour, but right now this is it because a) Once love and b) I really like the way the coloring turned out.

Comments

[allfireburns.livejournal.com]

Well, at least I'll be learning to be an adult at the exact same time (Evie and I move into our apartment on Saturday), so at the very least we can flail at each other? It's... something. (The really ridiculous thing is, I haven't told my parents I'm moving. Or that I have an apartment. Or anything. I should really... do that...) Responsible adulthood is terrifying.

I would also very much like to know your favorite icons of mine. 'Cause I'm a dork. ^^

[chicafrom3.livejournal.com]

At least we'll all be flailing together! Uh, assuming I somehow manage to have Internet prior to my first paycheck. With any luck, someone in the building will have unsecured wireless that I can hack into! Why can't we stay little kids forever? I was a messed-up little kid, but at least I wasn't a messed-up little kid who was expected to pretend to be a responsible adult!


Icons!

[allfireburns.livejournal.com]

God, I know! Just... really want to be a little kid again. I still am, damn it! *Flails* Yeah, one bright side of this is that internet is going to be set up on the day we move in, so no flailing over that for me... Though yes. What apartment building/complex does not have an unsecured wireless network floating around somewhere? Come on.

Eeehee! Those are some of my favorites too. (And yes, it makes me ridiculously happy that all but one of them I made. ...I'm conceited that way.) I think it especially pleases me that me, Evie and dreamsofstars are not the only ones amused by that "negotiating with terrorists" icon.

[chicafrom3.livejournal.com]

Three months ago I was still a kid in school and other people were worrying about this stuff! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? That's what I'm counting on!

The "negotiating with terrorists" icon is brilliant and I cackle madly every time I see it. XD

[allfireburns.livejournal.com]

Damn it, I'm still supposed to be in school, and would be if it weren't for my school administration arranging for me to be kidnapped by mental health professionals this time last year (no, seriously). I am so not ready for this.

[chicafrom3.livejournal.com]

I'm just waiting for my alma mater to contact me and be like "Uh, yeah, you haven't technically graduated because [insert obscure reasoning here]. No degree for you, sorry!" Because. It would be just like them.

[allfireburns.livejournal.com]

Ahah. Yeah. I so don't trust pretty much any university after the shit my school pulled last year... and are still pulling. *Headdesk* At this rate, I've no idea when I'll be able to go back to school. Fuck adulthood. So hard.

(And you've just reminded me I need a TTB icon for my "fuck adulthood" moods. It's very good for that.)

[chicafrom3.livejournal.com]

TTB is the perfect "fuck adulthood" reference. Trufax. And it's also the reason why I'll probably have some incredible panic attacks on the eve of my 30th birthday, assuming I live that long.