Life and things

So we just finished up a rather uneventful Labor Day weekend around these parts. My sister came home from college (The girl has only been gone for 2 weeks and she was already coming home) and that was fun (ha). I recently moved into her bedroom, for several reasons: 1. I'm 25 and have been sharing a room with my mother for the past year, 2. We had an empty bedroom, 3. It's all manner of stupid to be sharing a room when you have an empty one.

I haven't done too much to it, I took down the ridiculous amount of posters and things that were up, and stacked them all nicely and neatly in the closet. And I brought in some of my things. And that's really about it. And suddenly I am a terrible person because omg where is sister going to sleep when she comes home, and omg where will she put all her stuff, and omg I can't believe you took her room.

When I moved away to college, anything I left at home got boxed up and shoved out into the garage probably the day after I was gone. I was sharing with my brother before I moved out, so when I moved out he made the room completely his and no one had a thought for where I was going to sleep when I came home. And hey when I had to move home the second time, everything except for my clothes, you know where that all went?

In the garage.

So I have little sympathy for my sister who comes home and wants to complain about me taking her room. That's what happens when you move out.

Other than that.... yeah.

I signed up to be an artist at rpf_big_bang at the last minute, because one of the summaries was just too tempting for me not to snag it. And so I did. We'll see how it turns out, my first time signing up as an artist for anything.

So I've been reading the fic that I claimed it's so long and I'm really enjoying it, already getting a lot of ideas for things I can do, and I'm not even halfway finished with it yet. I'll email the writer when I've finished reading to get some ideas from her about stuff she'd like to see and then I'll start on the arts.