Dear god, this paper is kicking my ass. Why isn't school over yet? Why do I care about ancient cultures? I just want it to be over already.

I mean, ok, I bring this on myself with massive, unfailing procrastination, but really now. Really.

Next time I say, "oh, I have this homework to do," someone, please, please, please make me actually do it.

Stupid homework.

::sulks::

It is cold outside, and this is really not a situation that I approve of. I was clearly meant to be rich, or at least one of those animals that either hibernates or goes south for the winter. To make matters worse I say things like, "Jesus Christ, people, it is freezing in here!" And my step-dad feels the need to pipe up with, "It's 39 degrees outside, that's not freezing." Which preeetty much makes me want to throw things.

Also, I have a papercut under my thumbnail, which I'm thinking probably hurts more than if I had actually chopped off my thumb with some sort of ninja sword that the paper was clearly training to be. Typing is not really the most pleasant thing in all of the world, in point of fact, due to the unreasonable amounts of pain being caused by such a tiny little cut.

As a bonus, I have what my awesome mathematical skills have estimated to be approximately 17 metric tons of homework. I've got a paper due Wednesday in one class, and my Comp teacher has apparently stepped right on over the bend.

Also, because I cannot stress this enough: It is really freaking cold. I don't know how you people up in the North do it. Give me the 100 day summers! Take from me anything below 73!

In conclusion: Can it be nap time now?

I totally have a Psychology test tomorrow, and have managed to read absolutely none of the chapters. I also have a 3-5 page paper due in Humanities on Wednesday. It's worth 20 percent of my grade, and I haven't picked what it's going to be on yet, because I am a giant loser like that.

Instead of, you know, working on those things, I caught up on Merlin. I'm not going to give spoilers, because other people have probably already said it better than I could. I'm just going to inform you all that I would like to draw a thousand sparkly hearts all over Arthur, and Merlin, and those two dude that play them, also. Especially Bradley James. Actually, he may get a couple of thousand sparkly hearts. Or a million. Or whatever. I'm fond of the dude, is what I'm saying, and also I am very fond of that last episode of Merlin.

What I am not fond of, is the fact that I cannot leave my room without being assaulted by that Twilight nonsense. If I didn't already hate it on principle I certainly would now. Yesterday, while looking for a Christmas gift for my aunt, my mom picked up a Twilight poster. I told her to put it down, and then to go wash her hands because they were now dirty. I'm not rational in this hatred, but that does not stop the burn of it.

This should maybe go in its own post, but I'm sort of lazy. So.

Dear Person Unfortunately Enough to Get Me for Yuletide,

Hello, you probably don't know me, and probably now think I should be shipped off to an asylum of some sort. I promise, I'm not as bad as I seem. Or so I've been told.

I'm not going to go into details with each fandom I requested, because what I put in the details, really, is all I care about. I love slash, gen or het, whatever you feel like giving me. I believe on all of them I listed pairings or gen as a-ok with me.

In general, I love banter; UST; pining; fake!dating; arranged, convenient, and/or accidental marriages; mocking; people who call each other names in place of saying something sappy or romantic; romance novel and/or romcom tropes; banter; heists; zombies; little touches; pranks; BFFs; good grammar; characters who are nuts about good grammar sometimes; crack fic; and, oh yeah, banter.

I dislike bad characterization; meanness; character bashing; character death; humiliation for amusement; noncon; first person; and overwrought emo angst.

But really, write a story you like, have fun, and I'm sure I'll love it too. Thanks for taking on this challenge!

Oh, god, I keep checking my e-mail for my yuletide assignment in fear, and apprehension, and excitement, and mostly terror. Eek.

I'm using my Being Human OT3 icon, because, um, Annie/Mitchell/George OT3!

But also because I do not have a White Collar icon, and I OT3 that show so hard it actually hurts a little bit. Someone should hook me up with some screencaps, so I can, you know, make a White Collar icon.

Here, have a poll:

Poll #1485216
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 6

How easy would life be if you were as pretty as Matt Bomber?

Yesterday I had uploaded a bunch of audiobooks and podfics into iTunes, and... spent most of last night listening to one, even. I bought one, that shows up in my purchased thing or whatever.

But the audiobook folder has disappeared. There is not an option for it in my library. Where are my audiobooks, iTunes? Where is my podfic? What the actual fuck?

::makes grumpy faces::

Technology has a hate on for me, I swear.

Provided I can iron out this issue, it would be nice to, you know, have some more of this thing to listen to, as it kiiind of knocks out the "but I'm reading!" excuse for not doing math homework. Ah, multitasking. Anyone have audiobook/podfic recs they want to share?

WHERE IS ALL THE WHITE COLLAR FIC, PEOPLE? PLEASE TO BE GIVING THIS TO ME ASAP. I AM WAITING.


See? This is a much better post than the one I was going to make that was basically: PEOPLE WHO ARE WRONG ON THE INTERNET ARE WRONG. And: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IF YOU USE THE WRONG "THEIR" IN YOUR HEADER I WILL NOT READ YOUR STORY.

Quick! Before I chicken out!

If you drop a request in this post (fandom*, pairing/character, prompt of some sort, possible back-up fandom because I am made of fail) I can get started on Christmas gifts before the holiday fest rush hits us full force. You know there's not stepping out in that.

And as a bonus, it's so early you might just forget all about it by the time Christmas rolls around! Just don't go comparing me to a fat guy.

Oh, and tell me you top three favorite and least favorite things in fiction, please.

* Bandom; Being Human; Big Bang Theory; Castle; Dr. Horrible; Firefly; Glee; How I Met Your Mother; Merlin; Merlin RPF; Middleman; Ocean's 11; Psych; Reaper; Scrubs; Sports Night; Supernatural; Various Fairy Tales; Veronica Mars; White Collar... That's all I can think of right now. Though depending on what you come up with, I will do my best to give you what you want most.

Signing up for yuletide is hard. There are approximately 10 million fandoms I want fic for that no one ever writes in. How am I supposed to narrow this down to just 4?

No, really, how?

::eyes f-list::

What are the chances you lot would write me one of them if I promised you fic in return?

I'm trying to get through school days on more caffeine that sleep. It's not the wisest choices of time management that I make. I'm so tired right now, because I was up too late fighting with a paper I had to write, because I spent the afternoon/evening watching zombie movies and reading Arthur/Merlin fic.

And can I just say how very, very much I want to write Arthur/Merlin fic? Because it is a lot. A whole lot. Epic, previously untold amounts of lot. I just, you know, broke up with writing again. It's been hard. I'm hoping Ben & Jerry's and a zombie marathon can get me through.

Today, while wasting time between classes, I decided to extend my zombie movie collection with Dawn of the Dead and all three Resident Evil movies. (For a grand total of... $25 before tax!) Hilariously enough, I was carded when I went to check out. Apparently people over the age of 17 don't typically have hair the color of mine.

I really, really, really want to move. I'm not even joking.

I would also like it if someone could make my Spencer/Brendon zombie apocalypse fic write itself, since writing and I aren't speaking to each other. Also, please make Pete Wentz stop being so sketchy. Also, please make Pete Wentz not so hot like burning, especially while being so crazy sketchy. I don't even know, you guys. My world view is shaken with his hotness. It's not right. It's just not.

Also! I would really like to watch the It's Almost Hallowee-ee-eee-een video. But then I just get all sad, because they aren't doing stupid faily dance moves together anymore, and Spencer Smith's pornostache was preserved on film to horrify future generations.

Claiming is open at tobreakthespell. Like a lunatic I've claimed Beauty and the Beast, because it's one of my favorite stories. I don't suppose anyone has an old version of the story hanging around anywhere, huh?

This weeks episode of Merlin (Beauty and the Beast, WHAT) is taking foreeeever. My internet connection has either decided a) that it is not my friend, or b) that I should really do that math homework I've got due. But Merlin! You guys, I'm crazy for this show, true fact.

Another show I'm already crazy for? White Collar. I want so much fanfic from that show already, it's ridiculous. Bantering and chasing and crime! And, you know, Bryce Larkin, who is hot like the suuun. Om nom nom, Bryce, I will probably never learn your real name.

I can't stop listening to Jason Mraz today. "We can rock the night alone / ff we never get down / it wouldn't be a let down / but sugar, don't forgetting / what you already know."

What's your favorite song RIGHT THIS SECOND?

If I had magical powers, I would want them to be, in order of importance:

1) The ability to set things on fire using only the awesome power of my mind.
2) Being able to make my room clean itself
3) The power to do homework while also reading fanfiction
4) A magic mute button that I could use on anyone in the world, at any time.
5) The power to make sure Supernatural is never ever a repeat before October is over.


What would yours be?

Consider this a legally binding internet contract, posted here so I have a place to point, when luzdeestrellas loses like the giant loser that she is, and the fails to pay up, like the giant loser that she is. Also, I need witness signatures, please.

1) From October 21, 2009, henceforth known as now, until December 31, 2009, henceforth known as the end of the year, I, angelgazing will be racing with luzdeestrellas (loser), to see who ends up with the highest posted fictional story word count at the end of the year.

2) The loser of this competition (luzdeestrellas), will owe the winner (me), a story of their won choosing, no later than March 15, 2010.

3) Extended absences, vacations, academic requirements of a ridiculous nature, fandom hate and/or despair do not exempt either competitor from the competition. Total word count of posted stories will be tallied on January 1, 2010, and a winner and loser declared. Failure to produce said word count, for any reason, is a loss.

4) Failure of the loser (luzdeestrellas) to comply with the terms listed in the second paragraph of this contract, will be considered default. Losers found to be in default of terms will be opened to public ridicule, loss of the internet, and even failure at life.


Signed,
angelgazing
October 21, 2009

Have you ever had those days where all you want to do is runaway? It's like when you were young and used to daydream about packing your bags and striking out on your own. Your mom might cry, and beg you to stay, in those daydreams, but you where 8 years old and knew your destiny lied somewhere far, far away from English class.

I want to runaway today. Far, far away.

Not so much from English, but math, let me tell you, is not exactly giving me any reasons to stay. The epic assholery of the teacher in that class has pretty much made my math homework even less appealing than normal, because I think about doing it, and remember how he pretty much called me a moron for asking a question yesterday. I mean, hey, I've got an A in that class. He talks about not wanting to give due dates for each assignment, because he knows that not everyone is the same; that's a fucking lie, though, he's always reducing us to statistics, and lecturing about plumbing, and not bothering to attempt to learn our names. One of my friend's in that class answered a question and he said, "Oh, you think so, huh?" Asshole.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly jumping to do my Comp homework either, but at least for all her crazy she doesn't talk to us like we're idiot children.

All of this, of course, comes back to how it's time to enroll or the spring semester, and I'm curled up into a ball of DNW.

Another things that should be LJ moods: FILLED WITH DREAD and DNW

What I want to do: be able to write some fucking zombie apocalypse fic. Why can't I figure this thing out? Why, why, why?

Why, yes, I should be doing important things like sleeping, or studying for midterms. But you should all know me better than that by now anyway. This doesn't even let me cross anything off my to-do list.

title: 52 Pickup
fandom: SPN
rating: pg
summary: There was never a time when Dean would say, "don't" and Sam wouldn't, because there was never a time when Dean would say it, until he did.
notes: I actually wrote Sam/Dean. You guys, I've been trying to do this for years, only to have it come up gen every time. Big, big thanks to luzdeestrellas and musesfool for telling me when I'm not wearing clothes, and betaing, and making this better.

( It's not that there's nothing coming for them; it's just that they're harder to find. )

So... if you were going to write an imaginary essay... what movie would you say did/did not deserve an Academy Award/nomination and why in three points?

I may have mentioned this before, but I fucking hate homework.

UGH.

Also, I wrote fic? But it was absolutely nothing on my to-do list. The zombie plague apocalypse fic continues to not have a plot, because plot is hard. And Vic pointed me toward tobreakthespell so, yeah, I was up way too late reading fairy tales (or their summaries, at least, can anyone point me to a place to read the actual Grimm fairytales free online?) instead of, you know, doing things I should be doing. Like sleeping.

I fail to understand the obsession my teachers have with making me think s hard about movies. I don't think I'd have to focus on them this much in an actual film appreciation class.

UGH.

How do I have so much homework? Hooow?

How am I suppose to write two "imaginary" essays?

WHY IN GOD'S NAME DID I SIGN UP FOR THIS NONSENSE?

In only vaguely related news, and in case any of you were unclear, I have obviously lost my damn mind. For further proof, my fic to-do list is temporarily unlocked for your amusement viewing pleasure. I'm also pretty sure I'm going to end up signing up for yuletide this year. Because apparently I'm also sort of fond of pain and small fandoms? I'm not sure how, but I've ended up going through the brainstorming post thinking, "... oh, I want to write that" or "ooh that fandom!" or "my god, how did I not even think of that show?!"

All this is just more evidence to support the theories that I am crazy, and that musesfool is a terrible influence, pretty much equally.

This is all kind of moot, of course, if I die of boredom while attempting to study history.

Stupid history.

::facedesks::

Went to see Jennifer's Body last night, and really liked it. But I was incredibly thrown by cute-geeky-boy Adam Brody being insanely hot. Like, Jesus, you guys, I don't even know. I was expecting crushable Adam Brody, not flaming hotness. God, I'll take one of those, please.

I figured out some things about the zombie apocalypse fic I've been wanting to write, that... Well, maybe aren't overly important things, because I'm still not sure what the story is, other than two boys falling in love while the world ends around them, (there can never be enough of that kind of story, you guys, I'm not even joking, it's like pining and fake boyfriends that way) but character things that would be so very awesome to write.

And instead of being able to do that, or work on it at all, I have a metric fuckton of homework.

The whole thing is making me cranky. Also cranky-making: I'm a fucking moron, and did the wrong math assignment the other night, which means that I've got to settle for 75% credit for the assignment I thought I did, because now it's past due.

I am dying of emo plague. Swine flu is not the real danger out there today. The emo plague will catch you unaware, and no amount of washing your hands will help. :(

Pete Wentz shaved his head in an effort to find a cure.

I now find him like, seventeen thousand times more attractive, but am still, well, plagued by emo.

Also, it's 2:36 in the morning, and I have an assignment half done and another I haven't even started that are both due tomorrow and I just cannot express enough how much I don't even want to do it.

Due to extenuating circumstances (like, say, driving to St. Louis and back, gaining a new obsession appreciation for Sean Van Vleet's face, the plague, Humanities trying to crush my soul, the stomach plague, and my vast disinterest) I have six (6) math assignments due by tomorrow evening, and a party to attend host around the same time.

Naturally, I'm taking this time to, you know, not do that.

Instead, I made an icon! Because Sean Van Vleet + TomRad photography = OTP.

And, then I played around and changed my desktop ( behind the cut! show you mine, you show me yours? IDK. )

I'm not sure how long it's going to last. It might be too bright for me to stick with it for very long. Hmm...

I had other important things to say, but I don't remember what they were. Other than the fact that Supernatural ( this isn't really a spoiler, but just in case )

Dear Humanities paper,

Please write yourself. I'm far too busy doing laundry, and watching Merlin in fits and starts, because this wonderful, fantastic, horrible show is giving me the motts in the worst way.

Also, you are boring, and I don't think I like you much.

Sincerely,
Me


I've also got the Decemberists playing in my head on a loop. Someone has to have vidded Legionnaire's Lament with Arthur, right? Or at the very least Dean?

Right?