my den is a den of dust
There's a layer of filth on everything in my house thanks to the brand new six foot hole in my wall. Yes, I'm finally putting in a slider, and it's taking forever.
So. What should I be doing? Writing my SGA Robin Hood AU. Mapping out another SGA idea that involves something horribly cliche but hopefuly fun. Writing more DT.
What am I really doing? Going through dirtytrousers and picking out all the songs that they play that I made up and wondering what the hell I was on. No, really. Seamus is one trippy dude in my head.
Dirty Trousers original set list consists of:
The Ballad of Indiana Jones
Call Me Forward
Blue Jean Betty
Not Your Casablanca
She Says She Knows Your Mum
Predictable (the Rhyming Song)
Your Hair Says You're The Devil
Francis Ford Coppola’s International Marching Band
Don’t Vomit on My Brand-new Shoes
Tighten Your Screws
I think my favorite is FFCIMB. OOooo, and the Ballad of Indiana Jones, just because.
Also, I think this is still my fav segment:
“You’ve got to be joking,” Lav drawled. Bees, bees and more bees buzzing in and out of a honeycomb as a narrator droned on loudly.
“It’s fascinating,” Hermione said, absently reaching for a handful of popcorn.
“It’s a show about bees,” the guitarist stressed huffily. “I could’ve watched this at home.”
“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have had us to watch it with,” Harry pointed out, chuckling. He was leaning up against Hermione’s side, three pretzel sticks clutched in his hand and another sticking out of the side of his mouth like a cigar.
Lav sighed. “Fine. This is officially the most boring Friday ever.”
Ron gazed at her listlessly from a reclining armchair. “Oh, I don’t know. It’s kind of refreshing.”
Ginny snorted. “Only because you were pissed out of your skull for most of the past twenty-four hours.”
“You didn’t exactly help matters,” he growled, glaring at her. Not only had she gotten him beyond drunk, she’d made him spend the entire day with Malfoy. Oh, she wouldn’t admit to anything, but he knew it was all her fault.
“You never did tell us what happened today, mate.” From his position on the floor, Zach tipped his head back onto the couch and sent him a teasing grin.
“No harassing Ron,” Lav admonished, squishing herself into the chair with the redhead and stretching her legs out over his.
“Where’s Seamus?” Hermione asked.
“Date,” she answered succinctly, nicking Ron’s bottle of water and taking a large gulp. “And Ernie’s downstairs, chatting with Roger and the Prick.” Lav gave Ginny a narrowed look. “You shouldn’t date him.”
Ron started, jostling Lav further onto his lap. “What?”
“I’m not dating him,” Ginny said, ignoring her brother’s sputtering. “I’m watching daytime Spanish telly with him.”
Hannah’s brows rose. “Riiiight.”
Hermione leant forward and coshed her on the head with a pillow. “Stop stirring up trouble.”
“But I’m so good at it,” Hannah countered cheekily.
“Shhhhh! The pollination segment’s started,” Padma said, grabbing the remote from Parvati and kicking the volume up a few notches. “It’s the best part.”
HURRAH for being unproductive! Hope everyone else is getting more done than me.
So. What should I be doing? Writing my SGA Robin Hood AU. Mapping out another SGA idea that involves something horribly cliche but hopefuly fun. Writing more DT.
What am I really doing? Going through dirtytrousers and picking out all the songs that they play that I made up and wondering what the hell I was on. No, really. Seamus is one trippy dude in my head.
Dirty Trousers original set list consists of:
The Ballad of Indiana Jones
Call Me Forward
Blue Jean Betty
Not Your Casablanca
She Says She Knows Your Mum
Predictable (the Rhyming Song)
Your Hair Says You're The Devil
Francis Ford Coppola’s International Marching Band
Don’t Vomit on My Brand-new Shoes
Tighten Your Screws
I think my favorite is FFCIMB. OOooo, and the Ballad of Indiana Jones, just because.
Also, I think this is still my fav segment:
“You’ve got to be joking,” Lav drawled. Bees, bees and more bees buzzing in and out of a honeycomb as a narrator droned on loudly.
“It’s fascinating,” Hermione said, absently reaching for a handful of popcorn.
“It’s a show about bees,” the guitarist stressed huffily. “I could’ve watched this at home.”
“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have had us to watch it with,” Harry pointed out, chuckling. He was leaning up against Hermione’s side, three pretzel sticks clutched in his hand and another sticking out of the side of his mouth like a cigar.
Lav sighed. “Fine. This is officially the most boring Friday ever.”
Ron gazed at her listlessly from a reclining armchair. “Oh, I don’t know. It’s kind of refreshing.”
Ginny snorted. “Only because you were pissed out of your skull for most of the past twenty-four hours.”
“You didn’t exactly help matters,” he growled, glaring at her. Not only had she gotten him beyond drunk, she’d made him spend the entire day with Malfoy. Oh, she wouldn’t admit to anything, but he knew it was all her fault.
“You never did tell us what happened today, mate.” From his position on the floor, Zach tipped his head back onto the couch and sent him a teasing grin.
“No harassing Ron,” Lav admonished, squishing herself into the chair with the redhead and stretching her legs out over his.
“Where’s Seamus?” Hermione asked.
“Date,” she answered succinctly, nicking Ron’s bottle of water and taking a large gulp. “And Ernie’s downstairs, chatting with Roger and the Prick.” Lav gave Ginny a narrowed look. “You shouldn’t date him.”
Ron started, jostling Lav further onto his lap. “What?”
“I’m not dating him,” Ginny said, ignoring her brother’s sputtering. “I’m watching daytime Spanish telly with him.”
Hannah’s brows rose. “Riiiight.”
Hermione leant forward and coshed her on the head with a pillow. “Stop stirring up trouble.”
“But I’m so good at it,” Hannah countered cheekily.
“Shhhhh! The pollination segment’s started,” Padma said, grabbing the remote from Parvati and kicking the volume up a few notches. “It’s the best part.”
HURRAH for being unproductive! Hope everyone else is getting more done than me.