Alright, so I was just reading fic (imagine that) and I decided I really do want to make this entry regarding the whole Tony/Ziva thing, especially in the last new episode ("Designated Target ( Read more... )

I mentioned a post of musical stylings, and I do not disappoint.

( You know me and how long-winded I get about music. )

Man, it is stuffy here. Blah. Sorry I haven't posted much lately. I've been doing so much regular writing that I guess I've been neglecting this journal. Not that I have much to update about, anyway.

I feel like rambling about writing or music or something. Because most of my entries are of the highly uninteresting variety lately. Hmm.

( I'm sure this will get long, if it's a ramble. )

I NEED TO STOP SPAMMING YOU GUYS, OMG ( Read more... )

Why is it that when I totally want to write, nothing happens? Bitch. (That was directed at my muse, btw.) But I kinda want to just write McGiva fic again. I was working on it last night & that was fun ( Read more... )

Alright. So I've decided I'm in a really fangirly mood tonight. I have no idea why. Specifically, I'm fangirling over Tori Amos and McGee/Ziva. I mean, go figure, right? And "The Art Teacher" by Rufus Wainwright came on earlier and I was reminded once again what a perfect song that is. Seriously, GUH. (And now I'm doing a disk cleanup so I ( Read more... )

Okay, I was going to start writing, but I had to come make a music squee post first. (Because I know you guys love those. :D)

So, song that just finished - "Supermassive Black Hole" by Muse. Um, yes, if all their songs sounded like that one, Muse would so be one of my favorite bands ever. That song is so fucking catchy. It always makes me want to ( Read more... )

I feel like I never say anything of intelligence here. LOL. Not that I should feel the need to wax philosophical every time I make a journal entry, but I feel like I'm focusing on a select portion of my f-list, that being the NCIS fic-reading portion, haha ( Read more... )

It's 3 AM, & while I should be considering going to bed, I'm not. :) I'm too awake for that. Brr, cold, too.

There, now I'm sweatshirted. (Don't you love how I make verbs out of everything? I seriously do that so much.)

( feeling like I should cut this b/c I'm rambling a/b music & fic & writing & NCIS )

God, I feel shitty. And not physically shitty, I'm talking like my whole life just sucks.

*watches as about 2/3rds of her f-list disappears while the third that actually cares sticks around...for a little while, at least*

Awesome.

( nobody wants to read this, but here I am, writing it )