ever wish your favorite rum had an upbeat theme song?
Hello! I haven't written in here in ages because of...well, near criminal indolence, really. Not because of an exciting or sinister reason. It's not like every time I sit down to update a team of ninjas flies in and beats me about the head with my keyboard. I'm just LAZY.
I do have some things to write about though! (don't get your hopes up) (Lets do point form! I love point form)
*Footy season started a couple weeks ago and my beautiful, beautiful Saints kicked things off well by winning their opening two games. YES. YES. OH YES. It's the year of St. Kilda. I can FEEL it in my BONES. There are issues and things to take into account, of course, whle we won both games and came away with many positives (Farren Ray, a new recruit, is going to be a stellar asset, Nick Dal Santo's back on his game, Fisher and Gram just keep getting better), there were a few concerns and kinks (NOT THAT KIND) that we need to identify and get cleared up. The Golden Boy, Nick Riewoldt, hasn't been the shining golden light in front of goal like he normally is, but then, he is just coming back from injury and his work-rate is undeniable. Kosi, Nick's partner in crime and another big, tall man... ... ........................ Uh, sorry, another big tall man in front of goal, had a bit of a shaky start but he kicked a few and took some great marks and obviously it's only been two games SO. Oh, god, I love football. I can tell I'm going to get way over-invested, like I always do, and get my heart broken, like I always do, and fall desperately in love with half the team, like I always do. YES. Footy season!
*I have something embar-NO. HUMILLIATING to admit. Maybe THIS is secretly why I haven't posted in ages. Because of my SECRET SHAME.
I HAVE A NEW CRUSH.
WAIT. First, let's take a minute to take into account all of my previous EXEMPLARY crushes. Angelina Jolie - totally crush worthy, sexy, smart, does good in the world, can handle knives and guns, kicks arse, maternal spirit. Misha Collins - stupidly goodlooking, highly intelligent, funny, good with his hands in all kinds of intriguing ways. Most of My Chemical Romance - musically talented, sexy in that dirty scruffy punk way that I like. So earnest that my heart bleeds in sympathy. Funny little midget men (apart from Bob). Dean and Sam - save people, hunt things for a living. Look sexy in flannel. ETC.
OK. I NEED TO WORK UP TO THIS. *deep breaths*
NICK JONAS.
I'M SO SORRY. FEEL FREE TO DEFRIEND ME NOW.
But really! Ok, I can honestly say I have never listened to a Jonas Brothers song. I swear to god. And I know they're little...Christians with purity rings and shit. But. The littlest one, Nick? Is SO GODDAMN GOODLOOKING. He's just SEXY. And he's only sixteeeeeen, which means I'm probably going to go to hell, or jail. Or at least...people are going to give me VERY DISAPPROVING LOOKS. Regular readers will understand my little - problem - with younger boys. But Jeremy Sumpter and Tom Felton are both completely legal now, ok? Completely legal. With Nick Jonas, however, things are just getting ridiculous.
OK. That's all I'm saying about it. But now you'll...know. You'll read this journal and even when I don't mention his name you'll know. That I totally want to be the one to relieve Little Jonas from that cumbersme virginity of his.
ARRRGH.
*My internet is slow because we went over our D/L limit and it's been this way for TEN DAYS and by slow I mean sloooooooooow, and because of this I haven't seen last weeks Supernatural and it's really PISSING ME OFF because there's all this Dean/Castiel fic that I want to read and can't because of SPOILERS, UGH. (Wow, impressive run-on sentence, that). At this point, I would get this episode faster if one of you downloaded it and sent it to me by SNAIL MAIL. Remember that?
*Work has been...work. You know. Get up in the morning. Put on a headband. Sell books. Count money (store's, not mine). Come home. Despair at slow internet. Sleep. Do it again.
*I made a new friend and immediately forced him to read Silver Metal Lover. I'm a BAD friend. But I feel like it's a pre-requisite at this stage "Read my favourite book and shower it with praise, then maybe we can do lunch". It's actually a public service, the universe SHOULD be made to read SML. I reread it myself just now, and when I finished it today I cried so much I had a salt-crust all over my face from the tears. OH, SILVER, SILVEEEEEERRRRR. I WILL BE YOUR JANE.
*I've had enough of writing, now. I'm going to go eat a chocolate hot cross bun. I love chocolate hot cross buns. It's like, you take an unhealthy pastry, remove the only nutritiously redeeming factor (the fruit) and replace it with chocolate. SWEET.
--Cheers, Beck
LOOK AT MY NEW CASTIEL ICON. No one in the world has a better profile tham Misha Collins. NO ONE.
I do have some things to write about though! (don't get your hopes up) (Lets do point form! I love point form)
*Footy season started a couple weeks ago and my beautiful, beautiful Saints kicked things off well by winning their opening two games. YES. YES. OH YES. It's the year of St. Kilda. I can FEEL it in my BONES. There are issues and things to take into account, of course, whle we won both games and came away with many positives (Farren Ray, a new recruit, is going to be a stellar asset, Nick Dal Santo's back on his game, Fisher and Gram just keep getting better), there were a few concerns and kinks (NOT THAT KIND) that we need to identify and get cleared up. The Golden Boy, Nick Riewoldt, hasn't been the shining golden light in front of goal like he normally is, but then, he is just coming back from injury and his work-rate is undeniable. Kosi, Nick's partner in crime and another big, tall man... ... ........................ Uh, sorry, another big tall man in front of goal, had a bit of a shaky start but he kicked a few and took some great marks and obviously it's only been two games SO. Oh, god, I love football. I can tell I'm going to get way over-invested, like I always do, and get my heart broken, like I always do, and fall desperately in love with half the team, like I always do. YES. Footy season!
*I have something embar-NO. HUMILLIATING to admit. Maybe THIS is secretly why I haven't posted in ages. Because of my SECRET SHAME.
I HAVE A NEW CRUSH.
WAIT. First, let's take a minute to take into account all of my previous EXEMPLARY crushes. Angelina Jolie - totally crush worthy, sexy, smart, does good in the world, can handle knives and guns, kicks arse, maternal spirit. Misha Collins - stupidly goodlooking, highly intelligent, funny, good with his hands in all kinds of intriguing ways. Most of My Chemical Romance - musically talented, sexy in that dirty scruffy punk way that I like. So earnest that my heart bleeds in sympathy. Funny little midget men (apart from Bob). Dean and Sam - save people, hunt things for a living. Look sexy in flannel. ETC.
OK. I NEED TO WORK UP TO THIS. *deep breaths*
NICK JONAS.
I'M SO SORRY. FEEL FREE TO DEFRIEND ME NOW.
But really! Ok, I can honestly say I have never listened to a Jonas Brothers song. I swear to god. And I know they're little...Christians with purity rings and shit. But. The littlest one, Nick? Is SO GODDAMN GOODLOOKING. He's just SEXY. And he's only sixteeeeeen, which means I'm probably going to go to hell, or jail. Or at least...people are going to give me VERY DISAPPROVING LOOKS. Regular readers will understand my little - problem - with younger boys. But Jeremy Sumpter and Tom Felton are both completely legal now, ok? Completely legal. With Nick Jonas, however, things are just getting ridiculous.
OK. That's all I'm saying about it. But now you'll...know. You'll read this journal and even when I don't mention his name you'll know. That I totally want to be the one to relieve Little Jonas from that cumbersme virginity of his.
ARRRGH.
*My internet is slow because we went over our D/L limit and it's been this way for TEN DAYS and by slow I mean sloooooooooow, and because of this I haven't seen last weeks Supernatural and it's really PISSING ME OFF because there's all this Dean/Castiel fic that I want to read and can't because of SPOILERS, UGH. (Wow, impressive run-on sentence, that). At this point, I would get this episode faster if one of you downloaded it and sent it to me by SNAIL MAIL. Remember that?
*Work has been...work. You know. Get up in the morning. Put on a headband. Sell books. Count money (store's, not mine). Come home. Despair at slow internet. Sleep. Do it again.
*I made a new friend and immediately forced him to read Silver Metal Lover. I'm a BAD friend. But I feel like it's a pre-requisite at this stage "Read my favourite book and shower it with praise, then maybe we can do lunch". It's actually a public service, the universe SHOULD be made to read SML. I reread it myself just now, and when I finished it today I cried so much I had a salt-crust all over my face from the tears. OH, SILVER, SILVEEEEEERRRRR. I WILL BE YOUR JANE.
*I've had enough of writing, now. I'm going to go eat a chocolate hot cross bun. I love chocolate hot cross buns. It's like, you take an unhealthy pastry, remove the only nutritiously redeeming factor (the fruit) and replace it with chocolate. SWEET.
--Cheers, Beck
LOOK AT MY NEW CASTIEL ICON. No one in the world has a better profile tham Misha Collins. NO ONE.