I Didn't Pull The Kind Of Math Grades You Need To Qualify For The Space Program.
You guys, I totally feel like this today:
Only my mug says 'World's Greatest Golfer' (which is a total LIE because I loathe golf) and doesn't have the stars and stripes on it. Also, I am not as pretty as Thomas Kretschmann nor do I have his fabulous hair and magnificent ass. More woe than you know.
The family drove up to Coburg Tuesday where we lolled around on the beach in the heat, swam in the cold, clear water (except for me because my stupid, traitorous body hates me and decided that now was the best time to get my period so I couldn't swim, argh!), ate baba ghanouj, falafel, cold chicken, and cherries and strawberries for lunch and dinner, and then had a huge breakfast at the motel yesterday where I had what was possibly the most divine coffee to ever exist. I think I am back on my coffee kick because of it. DAMN YOU, ARTHUR'S RESTAURANT. I had almost beaten the caffeine habit.
So I made the brother watch Keen Eddie and he loves it more than cake now. So I am making my mama watch it because she has a thing for Mark Valley, and so far, she is loving it to bits. It also reminds me how much I used to like Sienna Miller before she only became known for her personal life. I love her Fiona so much, and I ship her and Eddie like Fed-Ex.
So of course, I went looking for fic and found a story that really should've been on the show, complete with Pippin and Eddie pretending to be boyfriends. Because the show would've totally done that. Seriously, it would've if it had gotten more than one season. It's part of why I love it so hard.
So new favorite story for this year: What They Say About Gay Medievalists. It wins just for the title alone. Read it, you will love.
Also, I joined a lot (A LOT) of football slash communities because I really have no shame. And because of pictures like this. (And I love that apparently Xabi Alonso is the fandom bicycle who gets paired with everyone and anyone because he is that pretty.)
I. just. um. look, I don't even know, all right? I got nothing at this point, other than communities, icons, and a burning need to bribe someone to write me scorching hot Zidane/Gourcuff. I would pay cash money for that!
Only my mug says 'World's Greatest Golfer' (which is a total LIE because I loathe golf) and doesn't have the stars and stripes on it. Also, I am not as pretty as Thomas Kretschmann nor do I have his fabulous hair and magnificent ass. More woe than you know.
The family drove up to Coburg Tuesday where we lolled around on the beach in the heat, swam in the cold, clear water (except for me because my stupid, traitorous body hates me and decided that now was the best time to get my period so I couldn't swim, argh!), ate baba ghanouj, falafel, cold chicken, and cherries and strawberries for lunch and dinner, and then had a huge breakfast at the motel yesterday where I had what was possibly the most divine coffee to ever exist. I think I am back on my coffee kick because of it. DAMN YOU, ARTHUR'S RESTAURANT. I had almost beaten the caffeine habit.
So I made the brother watch Keen Eddie and he loves it more than cake now. So I am making my mama watch it because she has a thing for Mark Valley, and so far, she is loving it to bits. It also reminds me how much I used to like Sienna Miller before she only became known for her personal life. I love her Fiona so much, and I ship her and Eddie like Fed-Ex.
So of course, I went looking for fic and found a story that really should've been on the show, complete with Pippin and Eddie pretending to be boyfriends. Because the show would've totally done that. Seriously, it would've if it had gotten more than one season. It's part of why I love it so hard.
So new favorite story for this year: What They Say About Gay Medievalists. It wins just for the title alone. Read it, you will love.
Also, I joined a lot (A LOT) of football slash communities because I really have no shame. And because of pictures like this. (And I love that apparently Xabi Alonso is the fandom bicycle who gets paired with everyone and anyone because he is that pretty.)
I. just. um. look, I don't even know, all right? I got nothing at this point, other than communities, icons, and a burning need to bribe someone to write me scorching hot Zidane/Gourcuff. I would pay cash money for that!