I need a thesaurus.
What's up, internetz. I am updating and making PLANS. Because if I don't get out of the house, the house will kill me.
Tomorrow I will get myself a pretty notebook to write pretty things in, pens and possibly colored pencils- WHATEVER, I AM GETTING BACK INTO DRAWING AND I LIKE PRETTY COLORS. Then I will hunt down Gaga's Rolling Stone again, and possibly maybe I will get Eminem's new album. Because my little brother asked me to. Yes, that's why. Um.
So, things:
And this does not go with the rest, just because: You know, I always thought those Windows sticky notes were useless and fug and ruined pretty wallpapers? I still think that, but I like knowing everything I was working on (so why didn't you just write down a to-do list? BECAUSE) even if I don't necessarily finish it. I just don't want to forget I have fic that opens with the following ridiculous line that maybe I love a lot:
The night after Ed leaves, Jessica googles chocolate cake recipes and cries over spilled milk.
Thank you and goodnight. LOLLL.
Tomorrow I will get myself a pretty notebook to write pretty things in, pens and possibly colored pencils- WHATEVER, I AM GETTING BACK INTO DRAWING AND I LIKE PRETTY COLORS. Then I will hunt down Gaga's Rolling Stone again, and possibly maybe I will get Eminem's new album. Because my little brother asked me to. Yes, that's why. Um.
So, things:
- I think I might have landed on an idea for my femslash10 story. Maybe. We'll see. Hush.
- Do you know what I like about the Gossip Girl books? They are not written by Chuck fangirls. SO WHY DID I GET SURPRISE!CHUCK/BLAIR COVER IN THE MAIL TODAY? Universe, you are mean. PS: RUN, DON'T WALK TO THE NEAREST PICTURES OF BLAKE AND LEIGHTON'S GAY HONEYMOON IN PARIS.
- My tags are such a mess, you guys.
- I watched Obsessed. You know, the one with Beyoncé and Nikki Jessica Ali Larter? I... will leave it at that? No. I will do like Michael Lohan and say this: WHEN YOU OPEN YOUR MOVIE WITH A SUPER INNOCENT SHOT OF A CRAPPY ATTIC ABOVE A CHANDELIER ABOVE A GLASS TABLE, YOU JUST SPOILED THE ENDING IN THE FIRST 10 MINUTES, JSYK. So much fail. But I liked the lyrics where she was a cheerleader and she was in the bleachers.
- Speaking of, if I can forget that moment of supreme douchetude that made the teenager in me cry, I get kind of insanely amused by how ridiculously into himself Kanye West is. And the idea that if Beyoncé were in fact a vampire slayer, he and Gaga would come up the most ridiculous plans to help her. Kind of like Nate and Serena, but with actual brains and less clothes and more ridiculousness.
...I type 'ridiculous' a lot.
- I MISS KELLY CLARKSON. (I think she is the reason I started stalking jengrrrl lol)
And this does not go with the rest, just because: You know, I always thought those Windows sticky notes were useless and fug and ruined pretty wallpapers? I still think that, but I like knowing everything I was working on (so why didn't you just write down a to-do list? BECAUSE) even if I don't necessarily finish it. I just don't want to forget I have fic that opens with the following ridiculous line that maybe I love a lot:
The night after Ed leaves, Jessica googles chocolate cake recipes and cries over spilled milk.
Thank you and goodnight. LOLLL.