Poetry & Prozac

I just got really really excited at the idea of Ian playing Panic! songs with Panic! on tour. I don't know, it kind of hit me like a crazy person just now.

It's kind of wrong that I sort of consider Brendon + Spencer + Ian to = Panic! Supergroup, right? Sorry, Ryan Rossy.

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Speaking of which, I shall be in Chicago Aug. 13-17 for the Blink tour. I'd love to make plans to catch up with people who are around, so, hit me up.

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Just got distracted by the Jonas Brothers again. Man they're really pretty. And they HAVE A SOFTBALL TEAM. Which will never not be awesome. Also they're actually really talented and I was watching embedded youtubes again, even though they fuck up my firefox like whoa, and Nick and Joe just separately killed me. Guhhhh.

You guys are so getting picspam sometime soon.

I also, even though except for Remix I haven't written a legit fic in actual YEARS and also used to think genderswap was the lamest of all lame fic tropes (until I read siren_mage's always-a-girl!Brendon verse), I kind of really want to write always-a-girl!Nick.

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I actually opened this tab to say, um, I'm a really big Top Chef fan. I've watched since season 1 and picked 3 of the 6 winners out as my favorite from early episodes. I really enjoy this show a lot.

That being said, I do not get Top Chef: Masters at ALL. Like, I did. 6 rounds to pick an elite team, and then a final round to decide the champion. Cool. Fun summer low maintenance season. But, no? Evidentally there are now 5 MORE rounds to pick the really really really winningest chef? And then the new ACTUAL season of Top Chef starts?

It's an awesome series. It really is. But, um, I think this might be bordering on overkill. I get that Bravo lost/gave up on/whatever Project Runway and they need SOME flagship reality competition, but this? Is overdoing it. Underwhelmingly.

So, in conclusion, I do not understand.

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Kelsey does not understand bedtimes. She will regret this in 6 hours when she must get up and go to work.

I know a lot of you don't live/vote in California, and those that do are already planning to vote No on Proposition 8. If you know anyone who ISN'T planning on voting no, though, I'd appreciate if you pass my story on.

(If none of this applies to you, I'd still appreciate you reading and maybe hitting me up with a hug.)

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So, how was your Saturday night?

I've opened up a "post entry" page every day this week, but whatever I have to say comes out emo or whiny or pissed off or some other emotion I don't really mean to be having.

I'm confused about fangirl-related social stuff and I'm not really sure how to handle it. I don't *think* I'm having drama, but maybe I am. If you're having drama with me, you should probably email me at bluestargirl at gmail dot com so that we can talk.

Also I'm losing my job next Friday. It was only a temporary position, but the circumstances of my leaving it, and the fact that I have to start training a new girl tomorrow, ultimately leave me feeling hurt and pissed off and betrayed.

AND I have to be finding a new job, and, just, times are shitty, you know? And I CAN'T afford to go on like this.

So mostly I'm various shades of a mess when I let myself think about things, and really happy and good when I don't. siren_mage, citibyrd, and Panic at the Disco are currently my very most favorite people. They are all unacceptably far away.

...See? Whiny AND emo. I'm pretty sure this is not how I'm actually feeling. Maybe.

* Um. So I just got this e-mail from a company saying they liked my resume and that I should come in for an interview. \o/, only, the e-mail's not addressed to me. Like, it says "Dear Sanjay, ..." What should I do about this?

* In other news, this week continues to mostly suck. Except for wordsaremyfaith. And, um, all of you guys. My friends are amazing and I am so lucky to have you all. ♥ x infinity.