Things I have done in the past 36 hours:

-One 20 page paper on lesbian fusion, lesbian bed death, and heterosexism and misogyny in research (guys, I totally just channeled Gee Way on this one, I won't even lie.)
-One 15 page paper on the differences between gay, lesbian, and heterosexual couples.
-One 2 page revisit portfolio entry on my growing disgust with the DSM.
-Three extra credit assignments for 1901
-Results section + abstract for 1901
-Revised Introduction for 1901

All while moping around with the continued death flu, and pulling an INSANE shift at work. *pats self on the back*

I've got one final Thursday morning, another Saturday morning, then I am getting the HELL OUT OF CAMBRIDGE DODGE and writing fic with languisity until I die, thank you very much.

FUCK.

I was going to do a huge write-up about the MCR and HCTour concerts, and all the fun times I had this weekend, and be all fannish and giddy. BUT NOW I HAVE THE DEATH FLU. Or something. I probably caught cold from running around Sunday without a jacket, d'oh.

But yeah, I have no voice and I'm all crusty and I'm cranky and I haven't felt this awfully in a long time, which sucks ass because I have SO MUCH SHIT due tomorrow, and then two finals after that.

I'd flail, but I might fall over.

"I'm an expecting mother."

BRENDON URIE, WHAT HAST THOU WROUGHT? HE HAS ACCIDENTALLY CALLED UPON DARK FORCES OF WHICH HE KNOWS NOTHING. THE ASSBABIES! THE ASS. BABIES.


spencer smith. SPENCER SMITH. SPENCER FUCKING SMITH*

Ryan Ross, you are (an old man) made of cute and sunshine. Whoever tells me different dies a slow death.

Jon Walker. Keep up your COMPLETELY STONED REAL BOY-NESS.

Spencer and Ryan grinning at each other! Brendon and Jon kiss! Shane! Meet and greet! Zack, ILU! flickerofyou! sinuous_curve!


More real thoughts later. I most just wanted you all to be thinking about Brendon's assbabies.




*I thought I was becoming unhealthily obsessed with drummers (Bob, Spencer, Nate...) but them I realized I probably wouldn't touch Andy Hurley with a ten foot pole. whew. Crisis averted!

A few mostly random thoughts about last night's concert, as I have to go shower and then die.

RAY TORO. RAY MOTHERFUCKING TORO, HOLY SHIT. I. I JUST. WHAT? I HAVE BEEN CONVERTED. IT WAS LIKE A RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE. ALSO, THE HAIR HAS NEVER BEEN MORE VOLUMINOUS, AND LO! IT WAS AWESOME!

In addition. TAKING BACK SUNDAY. HOLY MOTHERFUCK, DO THEY PUT ON A GOOD SHOW. Adam Lazzara, you crazy sonuvabitch.

Gerard is the cutest, most flaming, glittery little cupcake of cuteness EVER, and if he didn't love his wife so damn much I'd want to hook him up with a nice boy Mama Way would approve of.

MIKEY WAY. Uhm. Okay, I am rethinking my Bob-as-a-vampire-thoughts, because CLEARLY, Mikey, with his amazing transition to weirdly shadowed and planed HOTASS FACE NOM NOM NOM and sexy bass playing is the vampire. Just sayin'.

Speaking of Bob.

...

BOB BRYAR. STOP GETTING MORE AND MORE AWESOME, I SWEAR TO FUCK.

sinuous_curve is about ten kinds of amazing (and has been converted to Bobism! \o/ ), NYC was about ten kinds of wet and cold, my throat is about ten kinds of sore, and I've had about ten cups off coffee too much, can you tell? I've slept five hours in the past three days. And still going strong!

I was mildly disappointed that MCR played nothing from 'Bullets,' but besides that? EXPERIENCE OF MY LIIIIIIFE.

Poll #1184931 So the little 12 year olds don't judge me. I fear them in large packs
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

What to wear to the MCR concert?

For the record, skeleton-like option, Joy Division!, and Cure. And considering its supposed to rain like a motherfucker in both New York AND Boston, this is probably be under a black jacket that may or may not look like a lot like Gerard's. well, minus the silver. w/e.

I got meet and greet for the Boston show! \o/

life, thank you for being marginally less sucky lately. keep up the good work!

Oh jesus. I just reread Lost Boys. And all of the unwritten chapters that have been languishing on my harddrive forever.

I think this sums it up nicely.


"knew what you were the minute I saw you"

"whore" david gasps.

"mine."



LOKI. DAVID. PLZ 2B HAVING WARMONGERING BABIES, KTHNX.

I have basically resigned myself to not finishing wife's and my bandombigbang fic in time for the original deadline. Unless my 20 page paper writes itself really, really quickly. Hah. RIGHT.

But we are working on it, and this is TOTALLY MY NEW FAVORITE BIT. <333



“So. Who was that?’

Bob shrugged. “Just some guy I know.”

“Uh huh.” Frank nodded, and made some kind of flailing hand gesture he must have picked up from Gerard. “He was in your space, Bob.”

“My space?” Bob said coolly.

“Your flirting space,” Frank hissed, checking over his shoulder to see where Gerard was. Or Mikey, for fuck’s sake. He couldn’t deal with Bob’s – Bob’s ninja-gay by himself.

D'awww.

They were playing Smile for the Paparazzi in the new episode of Moonlight!

FANDOMS COLLIIIIIIIIDE!




ETA -- And now they're playing Blue October? WTF, Moonlight? When did you get all the cool music points?

AHAHHAHAH.

Gabe, Ryland, and Nate were all just on TV.

IN THE AUDIENCE OF MONDAY NIGHT RAW.

LIKE, WRESTLING.

A++++++ BANDOM, WOULD BE WHITE TRASHIFIED AGAIN.

Holy shit, Moonlight. O_O

Mick/Josef. My new OTP, let me show you it.

There is one girl in the library who is quite possibly the most obnoxious giggler EVER.

IF I kill her, I'm pretty sure I'd get a medal.

But maybe that's the megalomania caffeine talking.

Tagged by nevcolleil.

List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now, shaping your spring. Post these instructions in your LJ along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they're listening to.


The Spine Song - Cake Bake Betty

Got Your Money (Ol' Dirty Bastard cover) - Say Anything

Earthquake - Family Force 5

I'm Not Jesus - Apocalyptica feat. Corey Taylor

Underwater - Vertical Horizon

Flirt With Me - Zeromancer

Smother Me - The Used

I just watched Lucky Number Slevin again, and I totally want dirtybadwrong Goodkat/Slevin. Cause seriously, the whole end 'I wouldla understood"? I CAN'T STOP SEEING THE DIRTYBADWRONG THERE. AND IT IS SO GOOD.

Oh my God, Death Note, why are you eating my brain? Why do I want Misa to have Light's little crazy babies? Why do I want an L of my very own?

I also want a Gloomy Bear. A green one. You should all want one too.

I'm eating beef sticks and drinking cranberry juice at 1:30 in the morning while writing my psychology paper and looking at pictures of Spencer and Zack, my favorite professional boyminder! Sometimes it just *hits* me that I'm in college, hah.

I just realized the other day that I didn't post ANY fic last month, which made me feel kind of lazy -- but what the hell? When did school get so hard? Or... okay, time consuming. We'll go with time consuming. Effing papers.

languisity and I also started an entirely new bigbang fic idea. *headdesk* Which means we've got about three or four ideas partially written and on the back burner for another time.

Also, I haven't watched Torchwood yet. I'm honestly not sure I can make myself. I'm half spoiled, and I've just been seeing everyone's reactions, and -- gah. FEAR. FEAR AND SADNESS.

So, hey, R.E.M. is touring with Modest Mouse and the National.

Now, I know we're all about the bandslash these days, guys. But seriously. Why did no one mention this?!

I am so going to the Toronto show.

1.) Put your media player of choice on shuffle.
2.) List the first fifteen songs that come up (skipping titles like "Fugue in D Minor") and add "in my pants" to the end.
3.) Bold the ones that actually made you LOL.

Wish We Were Older in my pants (LOL-worthy because this is Metro Station, of underage skeezy sex songs fame.)
Do You Know What I'm Seeing? in my pants (SO FAR FULL OF WIN.)
Enigma in my pants
Twin Cinema in my pants
Bang Bang in my pants
Freedom of Choice in my pants (I reserve the right to have different things in my pants!)
You Will Be Loved in my pants (>__>)
Sucker in my pants (uhm. tentacle?)
Sorry, Dudes, My Bad in my pants
Catch My Disease (That's The Way) in my pants (THAT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU SHOULD ADVERTISE)
Generator in my pants
I Wanna Love You in my pants (well, clearly)
Prayer in my pants
End Of The World in my pants (It's... where Cobra Starship is throwing the party?)
Feed Us in my pants


I... might not have been able to make these more amusing if I tried

Got my stats midterm back. Thanks to the handy dandy bell curve our professor put on the board, I'm pretty sure I'm one of the bottom five scorers. If not the very bottom.

Thankfully it doesn't count for a lot of our grade and I don't give a good goddamn about my grade in that class overall, so I'm just going to not give a flying fuck at this point. Just focus on my other classes, all of which I find more interesting and pertinent to me, kthnx.

Stats. Worst class last semester, worst class this semester. I sense a trend.
Luckily, this is my last required class. No more stats or math EVER. \o/

So I got back to school, and all was going well. And then I met arsenicjade for dinner at Wagamama, and, lo! it was awesome! (And I had salmon ramen which I managed to kind-of eat with chopsticks and not kill myself with. Also a triumph.)

Then we went off to be responsible and I wrote a bit. Then I got one of those migraines which kind of center at the back of my head and work their way down my neck, and are basically like waving a huge red flag in front of me saying OH HAI YOU ARE BOUT TO HEMORRHAGE FROM UR VAGINA NAO.

So I slept from like 9 to 5. O_o Weird in both length and the fact that the hours would be more normalized the other way around. Sigh. At least I will definitely be on time for class this morning.

Also, I highly anticipate being April-Fooled at least once today. I'm gullible as fuck about the right stuff, guys, it's true.

Spring Break was entirely too short.


...But girl!Gabe is suddenly the most hysterical thing EVER. I want one.