Lucifugous.
Why, hello there, LJ. How's it?
In dorky news: Supernote 2010! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgVHqhegStI&feature=sub WIN WIN WIN! I didn't find it until too late last year, and I probably still won't participate, but it is still flipping sweet. I love my Rhett & Link. (Even if I never watch them. Sorry guys!) I'd join Wheezy or Rhett&Link themselves, if I did. Wheezy because I love him, and R&L because they are the shiz.
Anyway.
I had not ever heard of this Giraldo guy before he died. So clearly I'm heartbroken.
Annnnd... oh, this weekend is family weekend. Except my family isn't here. Since I saw them all last weekend and I felt like I needed another month or so before I saw them all again. Or any of them again. Or because I'm lame. But Elisse invited me to hang with her family, as did Mary. But tonight is Bingo night (oh yeaaaaah) and Monday is my second chemistry exam, which I feel rather stressed about. (The seven strong acids are hydrochloric, hydroiodic, hydro... uhm... Nitric is one! And...)
So I need to study a lot. But the math isn't too bad. Stoichiometry and calorimetry, I could almost do that both in my sleep. If only I could do it in the exam...
Seeing Justin Timberlake on TDS last night makes me want to listen to Sexyback. A lot. It, as well as Crazy from Gnarls Barkley and T-Pain's songs, are my guilty pleasures. But to be fair, Sexyback is amazing, Crazy is beautiful, and T-Pain sounds like a robot. WHICH IS AWESOME.
"Robots were invented to do the jobs humans don't want to do, like build our cars, diffuse our bombs, and have sex with Japanese business men."
-Stephen Colbert
Hey, like the giant quotation marks? I think he'd approve.
Anyway... I've written the conclusion to my Fake news fanfic. I'm always doing that, I do the beginning, then I get super excited about my ending, write it, and then decide to fuck the middle bits- nobody likes the middle bits- and jump to the climatic ending. So I need to actually do some work. To be fair, I have two or three endings that are virtually the same, but differ in important ways. So if I work on it and figure out the middle, then maybe I'll know the end.
Or I could eat some cookies and forget about it.
As usual, when I want to listen to Sexyback (ever since I lost my music and computer) I watch the youtube video "The Fifth Doctor and Turlough are Bringing Sexy Back." And now I really want some Turlough loving. GAH! INNER FANGIRL CONFLICT, I HAS IT.
Otherwise, nothing of note happened in the last couple of days. Thus why I didn't write. But there is something that may be of note in the future... Elisse has decided she has a 'silly school girl crush' on this guy who kind of leads our activist's club we belong to. He is handsome, he reminds me of Brad Pitt in that he looks nothing like Pitt. (Like how Nately's father is like the Lecherous old man by being nothing like him.)
But the guy, he acts the same for every woman, I've noticed. He flirts with me, with Hannah... it's not a good situation. And she's going insane, too. I'm officially going to avoid this whole thing as hard as possible.
I have my heart set on the guy who was at the lecture last night. I heard him ask a question, and he was Australian. And when I looked back, I discovered he looked like Paul McGann. WANT. WANT. WANT.
In dorky news: Supernote 2010! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgVHqhegStI&feature=sub WIN WIN WIN! I didn't find it until too late last year, and I probably still won't participate, but it is still flipping sweet. I love my Rhett & Link. (Even if I never watch them. Sorry guys!) I'd join Wheezy or Rhett&Link themselves, if I did. Wheezy because I love him, and R&L because they are the shiz.
Anyway.
I had not ever heard of this Giraldo guy before he died. So clearly I'm heartbroken.
Annnnd... oh, this weekend is family weekend. Except my family isn't here. Since I saw them all last weekend and I felt like I needed another month or so before I saw them all again. Or any of them again. Or because I'm lame. But Elisse invited me to hang with her family, as did Mary. But tonight is Bingo night (oh yeaaaaah) and Monday is my second chemistry exam, which I feel rather stressed about. (The seven strong acids are hydrochloric, hydroiodic, hydro... uhm... Nitric is one! And...)
So I need to study a lot. But the math isn't too bad. Stoichiometry and calorimetry, I could almost do that both in my sleep. If only I could do it in the exam...
Seeing Justin Timberlake on TDS last night makes me want to listen to Sexyback. A lot. It, as well as Crazy from Gnarls Barkley and T-Pain's songs, are my guilty pleasures. But to be fair, Sexyback is amazing, Crazy is beautiful, and T-Pain sounds like a robot. WHICH IS AWESOME.
"Robots were invented to do the jobs humans don't want to do, like build our cars, diffuse our bombs, and have sex with Japanese business men."
-Stephen Colbert
Hey, like the giant quotation marks? I think he'd approve.
Anyway... I've written the conclusion to my Fake news fanfic. I'm always doing that, I do the beginning, then I get super excited about my ending, write it, and then decide to fuck the middle bits- nobody likes the middle bits- and jump to the climatic ending. So I need to actually do some work. To be fair, I have two or three endings that are virtually the same, but differ in important ways. So if I work on it and figure out the middle, then maybe I'll know the end.
Or I could eat some cookies and forget about it.
As usual, when I want to listen to Sexyback (ever since I lost my music and computer) I watch the youtube video "The Fifth Doctor and Turlough are Bringing Sexy Back." And now I really want some Turlough loving. GAH! INNER FANGIRL CONFLICT, I HAS IT.
Otherwise, nothing of note happened in the last couple of days. Thus why I didn't write. But there is something that may be of note in the future... Elisse has decided she has a 'silly school girl crush' on this guy who kind of leads our activist's club we belong to. He is handsome, he reminds me of Brad Pitt in that he looks nothing like Pitt. (Like how Nately's father is like the Lecherous old man by being nothing like him.)
But the guy, he acts the same for every woman, I've noticed. He flirts with me, with Hannah... it's not a good situation. And she's going insane, too. I'm officially going to avoid this whole thing as hard as possible.
I have my heart set on the guy who was at the lecture last night. I heard him ask a question, and he was Australian. And when I looked back, I discovered he looked like Paul McGann. WANT. WANT. WANT.