You can't fight in here, this is the War Room!

A quick recap of why SALLY IS IN SO MUCH DEEP SHIT RIGHT NOW:

• PIANO EXAM IN 101 DAYS. That's less than 3 months for me to even begin memorizing my songs, let alone honing my technical/ear test skills. And, you know, since I'm no Grace Kelly under pressure, I decided to conveniently start a brat!fight with my dad. Here's the abridged version:
  
  SALLY (sprawled over a deskful of notes, half-asleep): Oh wah, wah, I am so screwed.
  DAD: ...It's 3 in the morning and you're still on msn. I have no sympathy, none at all.
  SALLY: It's all your fault for making me switch piano teachers two years ago!
  DAD: excuse me, what.
  DAD: You play about 15 minutes of piano a week, and now - you not knowing any of your 5 repertoire songs by heart is somehow my fault? (guffaws)
  SALLY: ...It's not kind to laugh at a daughter when she's down.
  SALLY: not kind at all.
  
  
• Science & French exam in TWO FUCKING DAYS. I can't even begin to convey the sheer magnitude of oh shit this stands to.
  
  
• History 2 (originally History 4) theory exam in less than two months. ...sdfksop IMMA DIE NOW KTHX KSDFPSDSDFOSDSDF SDF!@# cue moar keybashing

...Guys, remember my somewhat-sleek Nokia 6300b?

Uh, yeah. It's broken. Trashed. Literally BENT IN FUCKING TWO.

Oh, wonderful world of webcomics, you've been with us for so long. From the early years of fangirling over bleedman's work to the bitter, present-day bickering over how the 'younger generation' doesn't quite get webcomics right, you've braved through our hurricanes of incoherence and stuck by our side. Some days you bored us with your redundant humour, some days you tore through our seasoned, critiquing exteriors with genuine Kickassage, and throughout it all - not once did you ask for anything in return.

(Probably because we fail at webcomiccing, but, you know, we can't take hints, SO HEED THIS:)

We're starting a Webcomic Project, presently titled Gentlemen Prefer Blonds (although I imagine it'll grow old quick and we'll have to come up with a new name). It started with a half-drunken toss of ideas:

SALLY: yo
ANGEL: yeah
SALLY: Wanna do a comic?
ANGEL: yeah
SALLY: Like, not one of those one-strip comics.
SALLY: A real comic
SALLY: comic comic
SALLY: manga-comic (except, you know, let's not put too much effort into it)
ANGEL: I WAS JUST THINKING THAT :D
SALLY: !!!
SALLY: ESP
ANGEL: ESP

...and it kind of just branched off from there.

GUYS, I KNOW.

I KNOW I'M FUCKING SPOILED.

But - in my defense - this tablet is my baby.

In class, we had a mini-discussion over whether families would be more affected by homemade gifts or ones with skyrocketing price tags. As usual, I delivered my necessary two cents, and - as usual - felt like a total hypocrite afterwards.

...This might have something to do with how I said, in great, morally-righteous fashion, "If I had a child, I'd rather they spent time and patience on a gift instead of getting some random card off the aisle of a Hallmark store" - while secretly getting hyped about the $300 tablet I'm expecting under the tree this year.

Does this make me a bad person?

(Do I really give a damn?)

So. As compensation for sounding like a moral bigot, I'm plugging my other dimension_shop gift.

Paper Moon
Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, Kuro/Fai, PG-13
Legend has it that, every year on the eve of Luna's first frost, the Lady of the Lune will come by any unmarked home and grant the residents one of their deepest, darkest wishes. Sort of pre-slash.