Poetry & Prozac

* The "Very Cherry" smoothie at Juice It Up tastes like drinking lip gloss. So if that's your thing... yeah, I was disappointed. And also the cherryness was so not very.

* I was up until 5 o'clock this morning reading a fic for a fandom I'm not in and a pairing I don't ship. Er, well, I kind of do NOW, obviously, but yeah. God, it was fun though, I haven't pulled an all-nighter reading fic since I discovered The Freshman Woes three years ago.

* This just ruined The Saddle Club books for me forever. Okay, not really, but, *ouch*. Why is that girl determined to contaminate all the childhood books I loved? (She was also in the crappy movie version of Ring of Endless Light by Madeline L'Engle). If someone tells me she had anything to do with The Babysitters Club I am going to cry dramatically.

* I have a lead on some AWESOME for a certain comm, but having to wait days between communications is kind of driving me crazy. I will be so SO happy if I can get my hands on this stuff though!

I really don't have anything to say, so, yeah. There's that. I'm going back to reading the stupid series I'm OBSESSED with now.

Skip 300, people. Skip THREE HUNDRED. Granted I didn't use my filters at all so there was lots of duplicate fic and bad gossip, but still, SKIP. 3. HUNDRED. It's only been a couple of days. Jesus.

Anyway, why this "weekend" owned. In bullet points.

* THURSDAY - EMILY! Called me and we went to lunch! EMILY! Yay. And we made Saturday-morning plans.
sparly. And Clerks II. And Katie.

* FRIDAY - Mommy! And sparly. And Katie. And Molly. And Drive-In movies.

* SATURDAY! - Emily. And a lot of ice cream that was on sale.
And court_jesster. And singingchipmunk. And The Diner. And chatting with Wilson Heredia (about the thing! That owns! And will never stop being the best ever!). And spotting Tracie Thoms. And that-guy-Riley-from-Buffy and WTF was he doing there? ("RILEY!!!!" *ducks*). And, oh, yeah, I SAW ADAM PASCAL SINGING "ONE SONG GLORY" AND IT DIDN'T COST ME $1000. And blurry buildings and stalking badly and the Cheesecake Factory. And Cappy!Mark. And Diet Coke. And tick... tick... BOOM!
* SUNDAY - court_jesster. And singingchipmunk (it's alphabetical, you two. I love you both bestest). And The Diner (that doesn't serve waffles). And Cappy!Mark. And tick... tick ... BOOM! again. And Diet Coke. And playing spot-the-Rent-cast-member. And West Side Story. And playing spot-the-Rent-related in West Side Story. And Dennys. And inner mat(t)s. And flying knives of math. And laughing really really hard. And deep fried cheese. And baaaaaaad pictures.

* MONDAY - I've talked to both of my darling sexycereal and adorable blkqueenphoenix. Which yay! And how Nate and I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed to hang out again and finally almost can. Yay.
ETA: My comm? Just topped 101 members. I feel so... sucessful. And proud. And vaguely amused by the timing, considering.
ETA 2: Why my friends, um, rule #7,500,086 - blkqueenphoenix totally just called me to google "naked titty" for her because apparently a movie with that title is being filmed in her office building. Or she just wanted me to read some really disturbing website summaries. I love my friends.

I'm sure I have forgotten lots and lots. And I'm sorry it's largely nonsensical. And that's probably all the concert reviewy type stuff you're gonna get. Unless there does end up being the weekend in icons which, really, sounded like a better plan at 12:30 this morning than it does now.

Suffice to say, it's been a good few days. Yay good days!

Ahh is there anything so good as the internet and ones own harddrive?

I think not.

I've spent most of the evening messing with my comm. The ammount little things that demand attention are astounding, largely because I'm anal and also because it's either insanely busy or just dead.

And speaking of comm, moowithme1989 I need to beg something from you. BEG. And of course I already deleted the thread where I would logically do that.

Also, someone, anyone, want to explain to me why exactly I participate in speed_rent? Because all it ever does is make me antsy and then depressed. It's not like I write for feedback. Honestly. I have so much half-written stuff that is just totally mine for me and that's all I ever want it to be. But when I POST stuff? Yeah, I'd like some acknowledgement. I don't know, maybe I just suck? You guys? Anyone? Validation? Please?

I didn't actually intend to post whining, but, yeah.

Hi guys, how's life? Spam me please!

ETA: Happy Birthday yesterday to ctoan. Much love, forgive me for spacing.

Erg. Another migraine. I don't even know what I did this time, really. I know not eating is making it worse, but I really don't wanna eat. I'm naueseous.

I'm also sort of afraid that all the drugs I'm taking are destroying my liver, and I kind of think I need that.

But anyway, new housemate. Who actually said "I'm 19, but I'm old for my age". She doesn't really strike me as the Renthead type though, so I'm chalking it up to amusing coincidence. Also she's apparently an RA/RA-in-training, which, hmmm. That can only help in this apartment. M and I kind of bonded over bitching about to her about RoL, this summer should be all sorts of interesting. Especially since apparently M's moving out in the fall. Which I'm fine with, except for the new people argh thing. Also I was totally muting the tv and listening to M give the new girl the DL and according to her I am 24 and a grad student. I wish. Sorta. This is probably a major sign that I need to get out of the house more.

I keep getting spam in my inbox. I wonder where I posted my e-mail address that someone is going to the trouble of taking out the [at] and [dot] and putting me on mailing lists?

I have comm-modding things to do and I really don't want to. My head (and neck and stomach) hurts. But it is really not that hard to copy and paste things, so I shall, and then maybe start DLs and continue my Firefly marathon (and by marathon I mean I've watched 4 episodes).