Other people (with actual lives which include fun and no upcoming standardized exams *sigh*) are going to jump on this like a trampoline of awesome but, just to check:

( not-terrifically-coherent spoilers )

( more reaction than spoilers, really )

Okay. I don't actually do the straight-out meta thing very often, but this is something I've been thinking about for a while now. I've been holding off because I am possibly the most conflict-averse person in the history of ever, but... well, here goes.

First off, a little disclaiming. I have not seen Torchwood: CoE. While I do have certain opinions ( Read more... )

Note to self: red wine and brownies = red wine and chocolate and sugar = a really good way to get a headache going.

Ow.

So worth it, though. I spent the afternoon marathoning SG:A Season 2 with
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First up: I passed!!! Go me! I get to stay! \o/

I laugh, because there are some very Type A personalities out there tonight celebrating grades that once upon a time would have made them pass out with horror. *g*

I have one assignment due tomorrow, and then a relatively light week. I fully intend to catch up on good stuff, provided the computer doesn' ( Read more... )

I am somewhat addicted to list form lately. Sorry.

1. I so totally failed to be in any way productive today. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem; procrastination and I are old friends. Given that finals are the week after this coming one, though... yeah. Might want to get on that studying thing. *sigh*

2. I have achieved a relationship with my ( Read more... )

Hi all. Updating from school because I've got an hour to kill before lab, and that's just not enough time to get anything else done.

So. Confession time: I stalled out on SG:A at Sunday last season. This would be largely because I am the biggest wimp in the whole wide world and I react to change about as well as that implies. Which is to say, really ( Read more... )

That?

Coolest thing ever.

Ever.

*jittery flailing*

(Uh... in case you hadn't guessed, the Winchesters have been here. They're like Santa Clause. Only gorgeous.)

Say it with me now:

Oh. My. God.

I can't believe they just did that. This is why I love to be unspoiled: I sat there for a solid minute with my mouth hanging open and the intermittent sounds of high-pitched, stunned anguish hanging in the air.

I was just about thinking that for a season finale it was a little tame (well, for this show, anyway), and ( Read more... )

Oh, Anthony Starke. You still manage to rip my heart out and squish it upon the grimy floor, simply by smiling that painfully self-aware smile. Why do you always have to play a bastard who I can't help getting horribly, horribly attached to?

Stop that.

Except don't.

*off to find something cheerfully Ezra-heavy*