Things that I like! Pretty long, but I didn't cut it because I didn't feel like it.

[kalpurna]

1. I am having a moment of wild, insane love for John Sheppard's weird laugh right now. It is SO HORRIBLE SOUNDING! Any fic that mentions the disturbing, freaky laugh gets an automatic A+ from me today

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[shihadchick]

Yay, recs, thank you! *twirls you*

[*] I also like sugary brightly colored drinks with umbrellas in them.
I KNEW I liked you. :D (And, let's find us some of them in March, eh?)

[shihadchick]

Oh, and babe? You need to send me your address. If you gave it to me already I, uh, lost it (sorry!) but it would definitely be in your best interests (she says grandly) to do so.

Email is shihadchick [at] livejournal [dot] com, or you could reply-and-delete, cos I have notifications on. <3

[kalpurna]

Oooh! *intrigued face* I think I'll do that!

[shihadchick]

*huuuuuuuge grin* *hopes is not being too presumptuous, anyway* *hearts you*

[kalpurna]

um, HARDLY! Now I am going to be giggly and anticipatory! *millions of hearts*

[shihadchick]

*rubs hands together and generally imitates Mr Burns* *ditto*

[kalpurna]

Yay! And YES YES YES. OMG, I can't believe I'm actually meeting you in two freaking months. SO COOL

[shihadchick]

*grin* *bounces a fucking LOT* OMG YEAH. Exactly. Mutual. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

And, got the address, and even wrote it INTO MY ADDRESS BOOK this time \o/ and YAY.

*plots*

[shoemaster]

\o/ I've been kind of concerned that some Jammers might have qualms supplying the college students with booze. And if I'm sober that whole weekend? I'll cry.

OMG MARCH.

[shihadchick]

...oh yeah, I always forget your country has weird laws. Um. Well, yeah, going by past experience? I kinda doubt it'll be a problem, and it's not like we wouldn't look out for you guys anyway, so. *pets you a LOT*

OMG. MARCH.

Also, Kal? I have arranged for mysterious Thing which I think you will appreciate to be delivered. This is not actual Mail which I have been promising you since last year, as Thing (not to be confused with THING! of Daniel Jackson's Diary fame) is originating in the US and thus will not be inflicting my dreadful hand writing on you, nor actual holiday cards, nor Kiwi junk food, nor random notes and so on to be shared with other Chicagoan flistians, so, um, that'll turn up eventually to. But Thing is en route! (The umbrellas reminded me. /this will make sense later I swear.)

[shoemaster]

Well, I kind of figured at some point everyone'd be too drunk to care :> *squishes*

TWO MONTHS AND FOUR DAYS.

[shihadchick]

...sneaky! I mean. Not that we'd be encouraging underage drinking at all. Or anything. But I'm pretty sure some people will slip and accidently hand you a drink on the way down or whathaveyou. :D (I mean, katrin was underage in the US the last two times we met up there (as opposed to other more enlightened-about-booze countries like, well, Canada) and she still ended up with a couple drinks, so.)

NGGGGGGGGGGGGGHFLAIL. And it's NINE WEEKS EXACTLY if we count it as starting unofficially on the Thursday.

[shoemaster]

It's not like my MOM doesn't encourage the underage drinking.

*dance of squee* GOD. 63 days. We need to organize something as like a countdown. Like a 'you write drabble to get us through this one more day until MJ'

[shihadchick]

"but it's okay if you have a note from your mom, or a doctor or something." (...actually, i will be FIERCE embarrassed if anyone actually does know what i'm quoting there. ahem.)

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. and, ooh, that could be fun. *ponders*

[shoemaster]

don't worry, I'm clueless at the mo.

And yeah, I'm all talk at 2:30 in the morning. (WHAT ECON TEST?)

[shihadchick]

oh good. :D

Aww, babe. (Dude, go to bed! F'serious! /mothering )