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Okay. So. Wow.

It's been kind of a while, hasn't it? I MISS STANDING ON MY VIRTUAL SOAPBOX AND SCREAMING OUT INTO THE ABYSS. Sorry I've been gone so long. :( Life, you know. And some fucked-up personal issues. But anyway.

VAMPIRE DIARIES! I am completely engrossed in the show again, and it is killing me that I can't watch the latest episode until this afternoon. Stupid midterms. >:( But I've just been torturing myself instead of studying, clicking on ep reactions and then scrolling down really quickly in some sadistic form of skimming that lets me see stuff like "OH SHIT WHAT JUST HAPPENED" and "noooo, Matttttt" and oh my god I hate myself. Why do I do this? I don't even know.

But fuck, that episode is calling out to me.

And also, aj;fwjflkdsj Inception! If anyone's glanced at my delicious, it's pretty clear that fandom has pretty much devoured me alive. And I've enjoyed every bit of it. Arthur! And Eames! And carebears!

...Don't judge me.

So. Um. Still alive! And hopefully will be updating this journal on a semi-regular basis once again. If not, just go to my Delicious. It pretty much reads like my running internal monologue anyway.
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It is fucking embarrassing how out-of-the-loop I am with FOB canon these days. I need to start following [livejournal.com profile] icecreamhdaches or something, because I just found out TODAY about Pete's new music project. (Listen to some clips here if, like me, things go way over your head.)

It's--I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm biased just because I kind of wanted FOB to stay together forever and ever (and ever and ever). And...I feel like if Pete's starting a new band, too, then there's not much hope for a FOB reunion anytime soon? I DON'T KNOW. I am happy for him, I suppose. And I do like the music so far. It's catchy! Girl is definitely not Ashlee, though. I'm just putting that out there.

Ugh, I feel like I don't know what to do with myself these days. BBB's over. [livejournal.com profile] hs_bingo's starting. And that, by the way, is a whole other can of worms because I can't make myself start writing. I'm trying to write some Frank/Gerard student-on-teacher action (yeah, I know, shut up, it's on my bingo), but it's coming out really forced and fake. Apparently MCR is not the best band for me to write.

I should just stop whining and do it. Like, BOOM. Sex.

I suppose I could always use that porn generator...
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Because, okay, bingos are just such a bad idea for me. I don't write on command. I don't write quickly. I mean, I can, I suppose, but no one wants to see the end result of that. Trust me.

But WHATEVER a new day is a new day and a new chance for self-improvement! To grow as a person! To...yeah, I'll just post my high school bingo and be done with it. (PSA: get your own at [livejournal.com profile] hs_bingo!)

first day of high school
break up
parents not home
class— foreign language
late for class
mutual hate
prom night
locker room
alcohol/ drugs
suspension/ expulsion
first date
first time
sweet sixteen
applying for colleges
last day of school
first love
exchange student
student/ teacher— private lessons
class— home ec

I really should have known. High school prompts will always be my kryptonite. BUT ANYWAY, even though I will probably fail and make a fool of myself in the process, I am kind of ridiculously excited for this. Yay high school and longing glances and faily come-ons and homework! :DDD Expect fills to be mostly bandom--if I'm feeling really adventurous, maybe some figure-skating rps. MAYBE some VD. Maybe.

...This is going to end so badly.

Oh, hey, on a slightly more optimistic note: I won't be making any more rec posts in my journal because I'm sure it's easier for everyone involved to just check my delicious. Go look! Om nom nom multi-fandom recs.
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i have been so oblivious to everything internet-related that i only just found out.

i don't know what to do.

bite hard

Dec. 30th, 2009 10:53 am
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*crawls out of nest*

Hello, world! How are you all doing? Yesterday was kind of a crap day for me, for no reason in particular, but I'm very pleased it's Wednesday now.

Here, I will tell you all a story now. It's kind of embarrassing. On Sunday, my family and I went skiing. Let me...try to put that in perspective a little bit. See, saying that I am not very good at skiing is kind of like saying that Mount Everest is kind of large. Or that Adam Lambert is kind of not straight. Or that Ryan Ross is kind of pretentious. (I'm sorry, Ryan! I mock because I love.)

cut for length! )

That is the end of my story, everyone. Luckily, no one but me witnessed it. I feel kind of stupid (the way that Tiger Woods probably feels kind of stupid right now) but mostly, I'm just happy to be alive. It would have kind of sucked to die while skiing backwards, ass in the air and freaking out like a lunatic.

It's almost New Year's! :D My resolution is to never go skiing again. Ever.
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AHAHAHAHAH OH MY GOD. I just typo-ed stroking as storking. Storking. What the fuck would that even mean? Nothing remotely sexy, that's for sure. Maybe a stork flying in randomly and joining the action? (Oh, god, imagine the dialogue: "ooh, yeah, get those feathers all over me, baby." /o\)

Poor Brendon, having to put up with Spencer continually storking him in my fic. :( :( :(

I just read over this entry and possibly it will not be funny to anyone outside of my head. That is okay, because I just spent the last five minutes laughing about it. MORAL OF THE STORY: Sex with birds is the best sex!


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