Poetry & Prozac

I have decided that what I really want in life is Band Fangirl Trail. Where you have like $500 and have to make it to a bunch of shows and afford food and merch and places to stay and stuff.

Sample scenarios:

you find a hotel room floor to crash on +5 happy/ you can't find a place to sleep and spend all night in a Dennys - 5 happy

you spend all your money on merch and go hungry -5

a band member remembers you from previous shows +5

you get drunk and hit on Brendon Urie -5

you make awesome new fangirl friends +5

a drunk roadie hits on you -5

you get dehydrated during the show and have to get dragged out of the pit -5

you get meet & greet +5

you wait in line allllllll day and get barrier! +10 for barrier -5 for sore feet

...etc.

I really really wish I was a programmer so that I could make this happen. Or maybe it would work as a board game?

So today, one of the things sparly and I did was went to the pet store to pet the bunnies. Because I'm six.

And I found a bunny named Marshmellow (and by "named Marshmellow" I actually mean "who I named Marshmellow" because I'm six) who had crazy fur and was kind of gray-ish like he'd been dropped in the ashes. He was pretty cool. Then sparly wandered off, to, I think, see if they had any kittens, because kittens are almost as awesome as bunnies.

And there was ANOTHER bunny bin.

Which, awesome, but, not as awesome as, SOME OF THE BUNNIES HAD *EYELINER*. There was a perfectly white bunny with just black around his eyes. We decided he is Pete. And there was another one who looked like Pete who also had marks on his ears and he was Ryan. And there was Brendon curled up in the corner with another bunny, he had brown eyeliner that was kind of messy. He was cuddling with Spencer, who was just kind of there. And there was a tan bunny sitting in the food bowl who was totally awesome. I named him Peanut Butter (I almost always name a bunny Peanut Butter, I don't know why) but once I got to the car I realized he was totally Jon. So his name is really Peanut Butter-Jon.

I'd say this all made more sense when it was happening, but, truthfully not so much.

Also I learned that Jon is sparly's least favorite Panic! member. This is not on at all. And our favorites lists are exactly opposite. Hers is Ryan, Spencer, Brendon, Jon and mine is Brendon, Jon, Ryan, Spencer. Possibly our friendship is over. But not really.

...Did I mention I'm slightly allergic to rabbits? My face kind of itches now. But, Marshmellow! Peanut Butter! Pete!

In conclusion, I totally almost bought 6 rabbits today.

...3rd post of the day... Sorry flist!

But Heroes! Stan Lee! Stan The Man Lee!

I'd ask why people aren't more excited about this, but the answer is "Because they're not *dorks*, Kelsey."

I ever AM a dork and I am squeeing. And also thoroughly impressed with that show's guest-stars-as-meta approach.

Stan Lee! Christopher Eccleston! love love love love love.

*continues to dork the hell out*

* You know you are a Lit. nerd when you try to buy Holinshed's Chronicles. (Incidentally can anyone think of a place where I can do this? Amazon kind of went "bwah? Here's a book about reading a book about Holinshed's Chronicles, if that helps".)

* I left the apartment to interact with actual humanity once, ONCE all weekend. Now I am sick. Never leaving home again.

* Psst. I am totally cute today in my soft cream sweater and maroon turtleneck thing, jeans, and maroon velvet Mary Janes (aka my Chintatown shoes version 2) pulled together by the fact that I smell like Snow White. Looking cute and smelling good makes life a lot easier. Can you imagine if I'd bothered to do something to my hair besides put it up in a bun? Or put on makeup?

* It hurts to swallow. But only on my right side. THANKS, body.

* I feel like I maybe had something productive to say, but I can't imagine what that might have been.

* I am trying to decide about dinner. In a perfect world Michelle would come home and we would go to the store for crackers and sundry stuff, but I doubt that will happen. Perhaps I will have the can of lobster bisque I have been saving without crackers and use the last of my milk on The. Best. Hot Chocolate. Ever.