paint it black and take it back (OR: I goth you, babe!)
They're doing market research at the coffee place on campus to see whether students actually use it, so this morning as I was picking up my daily shot of heroin coffee, I got asked if I was a student. Well. I have my hair in three plaits. I am rocking a 'beater and some questionable layering. There's a big hole in my trousers. My bag is covered in buttons. Um... yes, I am a student. :P
Speaking of which: I was surprised to see Gym Class Heroes name-checked in the new music article in my school's newspaper. Of course, the article was so atrociously written that I couldn't tell if they were praising or panning the band. o__O Also: the conclusion drawn was that the music-listening masses have little say over what becomes popular; it's all down to the music presses. Buzuh? If ever there was a band emblematic of fandom's influence on the mainstream, I think it would be GCH (and Fueled By Ramen bands in general), who don't court media exposure, they just tour and let the word spread at grass roots.
Further adventures in bandom at UEA: as I was signing up for the Creative Writing society (I know, I KNOW), I noticed that the girl at the table had a Frank Iero wallpaper on her laptop. Hee!
I only watch The Bill once in a blue moon, but I have this uncanny ability to manage to catch it whenever something happens between Phil Hunter and Samantha Nixon (who are my OTP -- he's a formerly-ev0l womanizer on the road to redemption! she's a hard-nosed, emotionally shut-down workaholic!). Last night was no exception. Picture the scene:Phil and Sam are in Bucharest, investigating sex traffic. There's a failed sting operation. Phil and Sam narrowly escape a drive-by shooting. They have to (HAVE TO!) hide out in a seedy motel. Sam is in shock; Phil comforts her. There's a charged moment; Sam's shock inexplicably disappears and they start kissing. Camera pans out on them kissing on the bed...
It's BAD FANFIC. :D And, of course, in the preview for next episode, Phil utters the immortal line, "you can't just pretend last night didn't happen!" Then they get kidnapped. Of course.
All I have to say about Neighbours is: Zeke in eyeliner FTW! Bwahahahaha.
Speaking of which: I was surprised to see Gym Class Heroes name-checked in the new music article in my school's newspaper. Of course, the article was so atrociously written that I couldn't tell if they were praising or panning the band. o__O Also: the conclusion drawn was that the music-listening masses have little say over what becomes popular; it's all down to the music presses. Buzuh? If ever there was a band emblematic of fandom's influence on the mainstream, I think it would be GCH (and Fueled By Ramen bands in general), who don't court media exposure, they just tour and let the word spread at grass roots.
Further adventures in bandom at UEA: as I was signing up for the Creative Writing society (I know, I KNOW), I noticed that the girl at the table had a Frank Iero wallpaper on her laptop. Hee!
I only watch The Bill once in a blue moon, but I have this uncanny ability to manage to catch it whenever something happens between Phil Hunter and Samantha Nixon (who are my OTP -- he's a formerly-ev0l womanizer on the road to redemption! she's a hard-nosed, emotionally shut-down workaholic!). Last night was no exception. Picture the scene:Phil and Sam are in Bucharest, investigating sex traffic. There's a failed sting operation. Phil and Sam narrowly escape a drive-by shooting. They have to (HAVE TO!) hide out in a seedy motel. Sam is in shock; Phil comforts her. There's a charged moment; Sam's shock inexplicably disappears and they start kissing. Camera pans out on them kissing on the bed...
It's BAD FANFIC. :D And, of course, in the preview for next episode, Phil utters the immortal line, "you can't just pretend last night didn't happen!" Then they get kidnapped. Of course.
All I have to say about Neighbours is: Zeke in eyeliner FTW! Bwahahahaha.