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The children are the future, oh yes. Did you know kids discuss shipping as well?
And over at fanficrants, someone mentions the single most bizarre author's note they've ever read. Chapters are short cause i don't have that much time on my hands to write so i want the readers to write the chapters and send them to my e-mail address. I like long chapters.
...Dude, even I'm not shamelessly lazy to try that.
Hip Hop was fun, though my thighs are killing me because we practiced this move where we drop into a crouch, and twist our hips and knees around as we hop right back out. 1 down, 2 twist hop 3. And we did it over and over and...my thighs wanted to kill me. Still do, matter of fact.
Yay for no exercise until Sunday!
I went to Scifi/Pagan Club today. Met some new people; showed off Kouga Yun's Yosei Jiken; discussed the HP fandom and the incredible amount of shipping drama, the military mess that is Iraq and the fact that the US has military bases/operations in every single time zone, bad Jesus Christ movies, penis chewing gum and the bad mental image thereof, my utterly stupid ability to have visions of alternate banal conversations, and drinking water vs. tap water.
An idea for a t-shirt was tossed around: "Every time Legolas gets pregnant, terrorists win."
I did an impression of Mel Gibson from the episode of South Park where he twists his nipples screaming,"No, don't twist my nipples any more!" Considering the size of my tits, this amused the Sci-fi boys the next chair over. -_- One of these days I'll learn. I will. Really. (And no, I didn't actually grab my tits --I just twisted the air in front of them, which...isn't that much better.)
And over at fanficrants, someone mentions the single most bizarre author's note they've ever read. Chapters are short cause i don't have that much time on my hands to write so i want the readers to write the chapters and send them to my e-mail address. I like long chapters.
...Dude, even I'm not shamelessly lazy to try that.
Hip Hop was fun, though my thighs are killing me because we practiced this move where we drop into a crouch, and twist our hips and knees around as we hop right back out. 1 down, 2 twist hop 3. And we did it over and over and...my thighs wanted to kill me. Still do, matter of fact.
Yay for no exercise until Sunday!
I went to Scifi/Pagan Club today. Met some new people; showed off Kouga Yun's Yosei Jiken; discussed the HP fandom and the incredible amount of shipping drama, the military mess that is Iraq and the fact that the US has military bases/operations in every single time zone, bad Jesus Christ movies, penis chewing gum and the bad mental image thereof, my utterly stupid ability to have visions of alternate banal conversations, and drinking water vs. tap water.
An idea for a t-shirt was tossed around: "Every time Legolas gets pregnant, terrorists win."
I did an impression of Mel Gibson from the episode of South Park where he twists his nipples screaming,"No, don't twist my nipples any more!" Considering the size of my tits, this amused the Sci-fi boys the next chair over. -_- One of these days I'll learn. I will. Really. (And no, I didn't actually grab my tits --I just twisted the air in front of them, which...isn't that much better.)