Re: Naruto 338

SHIKAMARU, DO ME NOW. PLEASE. *throws self at him* SMARTS + CIGARETTE = SEXY

*coughcough*

So, the road to WWI and the rise of Anglo-German antagonism...

Er....

*goes back to Naruto*

Also, I love Hidan. He's hilarious.

The more ...I dont;t know how to say this, but congratulatory atheistic sentiments I see and read, the more religious I feel, purely to be contrary.

Why yes, I am intelligent. And yes, I was raised in a church and continue to go and would raise any children of mine in a church*. The two things are not related.

I'm looking at you, Richard Dawkins.

*glowers*

 ...I'm going back to bed.

*Playing in a church is good, consistent, easy money and good choral exposure/experience for all ages. Plus, you know, community. And tea. And little sandwiches with no crusts. And paper mache palm trees. And something about this guy who was nice to people. Wore robes. Was generally considered cool. I think I have my priorities in order.

Uh....hi?

Omg, I miss like...everyone.

( Quick update? )
I don't think I'm going to be on LJ much. And I definitely am not going to be checking comms or my flist that much. I simply don't have the time, or the emotional strength. You guys have been an amazing support system for me and I love you all. It's just...I'm getting a little scared that I won't graduate. I've spent a lot of time in the last few years (*cough* decade) escaping my own problems into fandom and getting really emotionally caught up in my friends' lives. So this is the measure self-preservation of a overly-empathetic person.

I'm going to continue to restrict my usage of LJ until I feel I've got my feet under me, course and work-wise. So I'm not going to be using this journal as an interactive friend-news-sharing community network. I probably won't be using it at all. I may start another journal as simply that, a journal, because I like typing out what I'm thinking (I've no patience for writing, plus it hurts my hands these days). I'll post a link to this journal to my new one if anyone wants to follow updates on my life. (Which sounds egotistical, but livejournals are geared to that kind of thinking.)

I really do miss you all and love you all and wish you all the best.
Hell, I could be talking to myself already. I really haven't logged into LJ for months. But it feels better to actually explain myself then to continue to slink away in the shadows.

*smooches and kisses to all* 

This journal is going friends-only from this point on until further notice.

Comment and all that if you want to be added. ETA: This is meant in the future tense. The people currently on my flist will stay on my flist. This is just an invitation to those who haven't already friended me. I'm not defriending anyone. :P

I'm not organised enough for filters. My personal life lies side-by-side with fandom ramblings. Just to warn you.

And, of course, there's always a defriending amnesty in place. This journal comes with no strings attached.

Because it's beautiful.

Because in context it made me cry. It made me feel hollow, and then filled me up with longing and hurt and such despairing, bittersweet love.

Because she wanted to be happy and she couldn't be happy, so she made him up to hurt herself.


(And yes, that is all one sentence. The breaks are mine. I dislike them but they're sorta necessary.)
 

My tears smell like peanut butter.

To quote Carter, everything about that statement is wrong.

In other news, my mousepad is called Navi, because it is fucking useless and doesn't work, even though theoretically, it should. And it just...flits about my screen. No, not flits. It twitches like a junkie needing its next fix in every direction but the one I want it to go in. I know I ended with a preposition, but I don't care, because I would gladly, gladly, give it life just so I could kill it dead.

I need to stop naming things.

I also have a paper due at 11:30 that I've not started. Oops.

Also, listening journals can suck my non-existent dick. Especially those that come without syllabi. I'm a fourth year. We shouldn't have to put up with this. Listening journals are for lowly first years. To scare them into thinking they actually have to do work at mta. Bah.

I am eating minute-instant, so-mild-it's-not-even-Indian curry out of a box.

Oh, my god, all food should come in a box. This is so unbelievably good. I wants.

It's got lentils. Lentils! And I'm reading OT3 genderbender crack. So good.

And I've been hit by a plotbunny. So I need some help.

In either the episode with the Trickster, or the fourth months when Dean was in hell, do you think it would be possible to like....AU it - and while still keeping it plausible - have Sam sell the Metallicar?

Cause I need him to sell it. I need Dean to be dead. And I need bad things all 'round to happen.

Oh SPN, why does every plot line I come up with involve an apocalypse?

I hate my history class.

The book I'm reading is not a book. It is not an analysis of anything, nor does it provide some overlooked insight into the war, or justification for the war. It is merely a retelling of death tolls, and the horrific, horrific descriptionsmof those deaths. I don't have the stomach for it.

Really, the whole book can be summed up in one line. The Germans killed a fuck load of Jews in Poland. I really, really, really do not need to read pages of numbers of how many Jews the police killed. How many were men, how many women. How many children.

I am not pleased. Can you tell?

So I've written fluff! Yes, that'right. I'm ignoring all the textbooks I have to read and the fact that I have class in like, oh, 6 hours. Fluff! OT3 fluff!

Title: Bumpy
Fandom: Top Gear
Pairings: Implied OT3
Rating: PG for implied-ness
Warnings: Guys, it's me. I can't even work in a name, so it's all stupid stream of nonsense stuff because it''s 'pretty'. Like a broken record, I am. And too many commas. In fact, it's so...floaty it could work for just about anything. But! My roomie gave me the prompt and it is exactly 200 words. And I am working on the tgmatrix stuff, which has you know, plot. As much s it is.

( fic!  )
As an interesting side note, you know how some characters just have a voice that is easy to hear in your head? Easy to channel, that type of thing? Jeremy Clarkson is like, the easiest person to hear in my head ever.

I don't think I like these changes. I may just...change the whole layout. Or plead and beg and whore myself out to someone to do it for me?

*looks around a bit too expectantly* 

And oh my gods, can I be throwing off the cares of a music/history degree and go see Metallica? Like, now? I want to give Lars a hug because he's that awesome. Just plainly that awesome. No other person in the world even comes CLOSE to how awesome Lars is. Well, perhaps his bandmates, but he still is awesomemost.

So happy for you Trin. :D

By the way, because I should mention is somewhere and I'm FAR too lazy to go and redo my profile, the header is by the gorgeously talented nyaubaby and the mood theme is by kindoftrouble .

Holy shit....when did February happen?

Egads.

( wow, I haven't used an LJ cut in ages  )And....hungry. Like, what the fuck? Seriously, body, stop doing this. There is nothing to eat. Unless I make hashbrowns again, but they take so long to fry properly, and dammit, I miss living at home. Life, while not better, was certainly easier foodwise.

I am attempting to upload a mood theme. It is...well. Aggravating. Clearly.

Hello fail. 

It's such a lovely morning too. Pity it's the worst morning ever. 

I feel....awful. I is sick. And....failing. 

*sigh* 

But it's FRIDAY! That means more STARGATE! 

YAY! 

Almost at 48 hours! Almost to the wonder that is Rodney McKay. *sighs happily* 

James May has perfect pitch.

*blinks* 

Wow, that should not be sexy.

I have class in 4 hours. That, my dear flist, is me being a cockup of a student. Yay.

...somebody stop me from making more tags.

ETA: Well, relative pitch. But his is better than mine, which makes me happy. In a weird way.

And lol, Placido Domingo. I ever tell you guys that I literally ran into him at the Met in NYC year before last? And I, uh, didnt' know who he was? *meep*

The Tom Fun Orchestra is full of win. I love them. I love that they write dystopian ska songs about the Sydney Tar Ponds. I love that they've travelled and shared their Cape Breton-ness with Europeans. And I love that they love Sackville.

I love Sackville. Even though it's been like, -35 to -45 degrees outside with the windchill. My car wouldn't start this morning, and the trunk won't close at all. It's currently tied shut.

We went to Halifax today. I went and got three piercings on my ears (both lobes and the upper part of my right ear). My old roommate and I are going back on Tuesday for tattoos. I'm actually doing this. *is both nervous and excited*  I kinda wish I could get it in a less obvious place (I'm getting two chinese characters on the inside of my left wrist) but...my forearms, front part of my neck and my...right ankle are the only places on my body that aren't covered in psoriasis or rashes. Well, my face and hands aren't, but that's a little extreme.

So, parents might maim me. But I think they expected me to get one this summer, so I know they know I'm going to get one eventually.

Stereophonic has been good. I think I liked last years bands a little better. Julie Doiron needs to find a better drummer. Wintersleep and Plants and Animals still to come on Tuesday. And Weakerthans in March! YAY!

Also, old roommate and I (and possibly one of my current roommates, maybe two) are planning to go to Montreal over spring break. We shall relearn the definition of cold. I'm also worried about the car, which could barely make it to Halifax and back, but who knows? It might just work.

Much love to you all. I have to drive a roommate to work at like, 7 tomorrow morning. She said she'd buy me tea and doughnuts (she works at Tim's). Methinks I'm too nice.

*smooches to all* 

...The Weakerthans are coming to Sackville. *grins* 

I am extremely pleased. That song above is Left and Leaving. Go to radio3.cbc.ca and search for Weakerthans at the bottom of the screen. Then press play on the songs. Go. Seriously. It's gorgeous and so indie it hurts. Just, go. I'll wait.



*is waiting* 



See? Isn't it great? AND THEY ARE COMING HERE! AND STEREOPHONIC STARTS IN TWO DAYS!! WOOT! Lots and lots of indie music ALL WEEK!

And they've got a song called Plea from a Cat Called Virtue, and I think I am positively in love.

No, I'm not writing TopGear songfics. I ...okay, maybe I am, but every fandom needs more bad songfics. They really do. I promise not to kill anyone this time.

I'm reading the Shock Doctrine. Did I tell you guys that? I want to be more well-read. I have a plan to write down all the books I read for the year and I'm aiming to read more than 50 books.

I...don't think this was the best book to start with.

I'm in desperate need of some fluff. And I'm only on chapter two. I feel like crying, like screaming, like charging the gates of the US and Canadian governments and asking just what the fuck they thought they were doing; hold somebody accountable. I knew the fear and dislike of Communism runs deep in the US. I just ...didn't know by how much.

And clearly, I have underestimated the Bush administration these last eight years. I just hope, gods how I'm hoping, that Obama is going to do it right. I don't know enough about his economic policies, but clearly, clearly, laissez-faire, Friedman-esque, ultra-capitalism does not fucking work. Idiots. All of them. Idiots.

Dangerous, dangerous idiots. Who can rewrite laws and cover things up in the dead of night. Christ, it's like reading about Stalinist Russia, except it's the United States. Supposedly the democratic nation. Supposed saviour. Supposed freedom.

I don't know whether to laugh or sob. And what sickens me is that the interrogation techniques, the torture techiques used around the world against 'enemy combatants' and those blacklisted were developed by a Canadian at McGill university. I think one of my rainbow, happy ignorance bubbles has burst. ...What do you do with such knowledge? How can we stand by? How have we stood by?

Please, please, please, oh god please, let Obama restore some of this mess to rights.

And I've perhaps said this in jest before, but I truly mean it now. I hope Bush burns in the fires of hell.

Sorry for the depressingness...I just. Gah. It's just heartwrenching. Part of the book talks about Katrina as well. Anderson's book talked about how screwed over New Orleaners (is that the term?) were before, during, and after the hurricane. But this book...shows the ruthless and surgical cruelty behind the administration's seeming incompetence. I think I will have that cry now.

Can anybody please rec me some fluff? Pretty, pretty please? I don't think I want to read angst ever again. Something J2 and happy?

Death to roommates.

*glares with eyes of DOOM* 

Stupid roommate. She lived all year at her boyfriend's, but now he's out of the country. So she's back, has the room above mine and I can HEAR THE BLOODY BASSLINE TO HER MUSIC PERFECTLY at 3:44 IN THE MORNING.

Jezza with dynamite, I told her the music was too loud earlier, even though it doesn't seem it in her room, and she knows I can hear it really well, at it's almost 4! Some people are TRYING to sleep. Gah!

(My annoyance at this roommate is ....layered with the fact that I spend the better part of two years disliking her intently.)

I can't even go up there and ask her to turn it down, because they've locked their door from the stairwell. This...is an unusual occurance. They never lock their door.

Alright, I'm going to finish watching the Africa Top Gear special (OMG OLIVER!) and if she's not turned it off by then, I'm going to be old ladyish and bang on the ceiling with a broom. Gah.

...I should explain that there are few things in life I hate more than music on the edge of my hearing. I know I'm not like, lying down and trying to sleep because I'm watching Top Gear, obviously. But....the faint bass notes that are more vibrations than pitch are like knives being jabbed into me. Either hear ALL of the music or NONE AT ALL.

And since reading amy_wolf's Silent Hill fic, the Beetle 'pouncing' on anybody is ...oh, terrifying. STAY AWAY, Jeremy, STAY AWAY! And yes, please sandwich Richard. Egads, it's like we don't even have to try. *smiles happily* 

James May has got a polka dotted stool to sit on, and like, THE HOUSE OF RAINBOW COLOURS! 

I want to marry this man. His language is so much fun to read. It's so Jamesian. *sighs dreamily* 

Currently watching Richard Hammond meeting Evel Knieval in between washing dishes. (Which is kinda depressing and...oh, odd.)

....I've got to get a life.

And I've been thinking too much lately about the social, political and religious structure of Zion. And whether people born as family in the Matrix are still considered family outside in the Real World. (Note that that should be said in a Morpheus voice. Because it's kinda hilarious.)

I wonder if they have population control requirements. And if everyone who's 'freed' has to go see the Oracle.

I hope so. I quite like the Oracle.

ETA: I've just figured out why I like James May so much. It's because he has a COMPLETELY USELESS music degree JUST like I am going to get, and that makes me sort of pleased. Means I'm not the only one. And he's done quite well for himself.

See, see, I'm not wasting my life.

Fuck it. I'm ignoring everything and going to bed.

Thinking about nothing always works.

ETA: Well, no, it didn't.

Am downloading more Top Gear. Emailing prof. About presentations.

I am so not looking forward to those.

Ability to compartmentalization STILL broken, apparently.