but I could ship these two so very hard: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioj_GJ7ssr8&feature=related

I have recently discovered a new obsession in the Snape/Harry Potter pairing. As such, I’ve read far too many of these stories over the past few weeks, and the majority of them are, for lack of a better turn of phrase, flippin’ sweet. However, there are a few things that I have to get off of my chest.
( Cut for length and penis talk )




TL;DR: apparently there are a lot of things that piss me off in this fandom. Also, don’t call Harry “the brat,” Snape “Sev,” or the prostate “a sweet spot.”

I'm trying to apply to grad school, but the application is really confusing. Maybe being able to correctly fill out the application form is part of the screening process. For example, right now I'm working on the application for the grad program of the college from which I just graduated. So, when the form asks if I have applied to this university before, do I say "yes" because I did apply to go there as an undergrad, or no because I've never before applied to the grad school? I mean, is this one of instances in which the difference between the American meanings of college and university actually matters?

::brain explodage::

I got the idea for this “story” after reading Telanu’s brilliant epic, Truth and Measure, for the gazillionth time, and giggling over the idea of Miranda Priestly showing up on Go Fug Yourself. I thought it might be funny, though entirely unlikely, if the girls over at GFY were to provide running commentary on Andy’s transformation from shabby to chic. If you read closely enough, there is the barest hint of a story in there, but mostly this was just for fun. Hope y’all enjoy.

P.S. I know that the pictures are out of order, in terms of the sequence of the movie, and that the dates are completely made up, but I went with what worked instead of what was. (Mostly here I’m referring to Andy wearing a long black coat supposedly in the middle of June…. Oh well.)

( A Million Girls Would Kill for This Fug )

I'd just like to say that Loving Annabelle is possibly the bestest movie ever. I've watched it six times in the past three days, which is probably a little excessive, but it's all good. It makes my inner bi-curious straight girl all tingly.

I haven't posted in over two months. That's all kinds of crazy. Life has kind of gotten in the way, though. School's pretty much the same, dance is pretty much the same, life is pretty much the same. The semester will be over in three weeks and I'm counting down the MINUTES. I can't wait. Ooh, and I will officially be graduating in a year. Flipping out about that! Anywho, I just realized that I never posted pictures of the bike, so here are a couple.

( Here be bikes )

Those idiots at the shop have had my bike for three fucking weeks. What the hell? They claim that they've been waiting for parts, but holy hell. Now they say it's going to be ready on Tuesday, but last week they told us it would be ready yesterday afternoon. Stupid people.

I have officially bought myself a motorcycle. It is mine, all mine, paid for in cash. Hahahaha (evil genius laugh).

And what's the first thing I do? Get it home, do a few laps in the cul de sac, and drop it. Yup. Not even ten minutes on the damn thing and I've already cracked the bottom of the left turn signal. Muthafucka. Oh well. Hopefully it's now out of my system. I figured it would happen eventually, so now it has. Oh, and by the way, I blame the entire incident on the fact that our cul de sac is stupidly slopey. So when I came to a stop on the downhill slope, the bike rolled a little, and when I pulled in the brake a little too quickly, over I went. Meh.

I shall post pics as soon as I take them!

We have these friends of the family. The husband used to work with my father and the wife used to work with my mother when we were in South Africa. Somehow we managed to end up living just a few miles away from each other when we moved to the US. We moved here within a couple of months of each other, and we've kept in constant contact for the past nine years that we've been here. They have three kids, a son who is about the same age as me, a daughter who's a couple of years younger, and another son that's a couple of years younger than her. Apparently their daughter has been getting into some serious shit. She's a freshman in high school, so I think she's fifteen or so, and she's been into the whole drugs and drinking scene. I knew about that, and that she was probably doing things she shouldn't be with guys, but I thought that that was pretty much the extent of it. Turns out that she's actually on Prozac because she's tried to commit suicide several times, and she has basically started running away from home; she'll leave the house for days at a time and not come back until she feels like it. I found this out tonight, because my dad went to talk to the husband this afternoon.

Well, they were scheduled to go on a three week vacation to South Africa, leaving tomorrow. What they've decided, however, is that they're not going to come back. The wife, daughter and youngest son are going to stay behind in South Africa. The older son and father are going to come back so that the son can finish up the school semester (he's a freshman in college, but he's got a ridiculous number of AP credits, and will probably be graduating in two years instead of four). Then, once the school year is done, they're going to sell that house and move back to South Africa. All of this because the daughter is having some problems. And, I mean, I completely understand where they're coming from. It's a difficult situation to deal with. But they're not gonna tell the kids they're not coming back until two days before they're supposed to leave. I have a really, really bad feeling about this. Honestly, if the poor kid has tried to commit suicide here then what the hell is going to happen when her parents tell her that they've just carted her to a diffrent continent, twelve thousand miles away from basically everything and everyone that she knows, without giving her the chance to say goodbye. And what about her poor brothers? Why should they have to pay for her mistakes? The younger one is in eighth grade and he's a really good, sweet kid. Like I said, the older son has just started college, he has a girlfriend, etc. He's settled here. For him to have to give all of that up to move back with his family is insane. My brother and I told my father that at the absolute least, he had to offer the oldest son the opportunity to live with us, at least until he finishes up his bachelor's degree, which shouild only take another year and a half.

I'm rambling, I know, but I have horrible feeling about this. And my cousin, who's sleeping over at our house tonight, is going to drive them to the airport tomorrow. I almost feel as though I want to go with them, just to say goodbye. But I don't think that that would be a good idea, because knowing me, I would probably start crying and that wouldn't completely blow it or anything. I just feel so uneasy about this. I know deep down that if she's tried suicide before, that this is possibly the worst thing that they could do. I don't know what to do.

Oh yeah.

My NaNoWriMo word count is 45062 with just four days to go. I'm completely and utterly stoked. (Do people even say stoked anymore?) My Thanksgiving was decidedly anticlimactic, but that's cool because there are only two weeks of school left before Christmas break. Whoo-hoo for that.

Words: 45062
Words Left: 4938
Mood: Holy shit!

I'm in love with my ballet teacher. It's bad; very, very bad. But he's gorgeous and amazing and straight, which in itself is kind of whoa. I don't know very many straight boy ballerinas, but ohmyhell he's just... yeah. I have no words.

And of course he's dating this girl in the class, who also happens to be a teacher at the studio, which kills me. Seriously. Kills. Me.

Now I'm trying to get to 20,000 by the end of tonight, but my muse is on a vacation, I do believe.

I won't be able to get online for the next three days, so I figure I would post my totally awesome Day 2 wordcount while I have a chance.

( Cut in case someone doesn't care )

and what do we have here? Oh yeah.

One hour later, I've written 1,870 words of my as yet untitled novel. Yay?

and I am freaking the fuck out. I don't know what to do with myself. I thought I could spend a few of those minutes meandering around the NaNo website, but that's kind of stupid because everybody's doing that. It takes a few minutes for each to page load. Argh. Fifteen minutes left. I think I might go take another flip through "No Plot, No Problem," written by the awesomeness that is Chris Baty.

If I don't survive NaNo this year, I will be most heartily disappointed. Sigh.

Thirteen minutes.

(Good grief, is that how slowly I type? Must really stop thinking while typing. It's about quantity not quality, quantity not quality, rinse lather repeat).

My dad bought this:



It is Sex. Yay. I'm getting my permit on Friday.

Whoo-hoo!

So....yeah. I am officially in love with Dance 101. It's so much more fun than *ahem* other studios I've been to. And I almost, almost don't mind missing House to go to ballet today. Almost.

Speaking of which, House this season so far has been pretty good. I hate the fact that he's totally gonna have to start using the cane again, but I guess that's life. And I'm far too involved in the livelihood of a nonexistent person. Oh well.

So here it is. Today is September 10, 2006 and I am taking a vow to participate in this year's NaNoWriMo. Yes, it is a ridiculous idea. Yes, chances are that I won't make it very much further than 5,000 words. However, it'll be 5,000 words more than I've written so far. And even if, by same crazy twist of fate, I manage to make it to 50,000 words, it won't matter either way, because I will have done something. So there you have it.

November, 2006, here I come. Now if only I could find a plot lying around somewhere....

(Anybody wanna join in and suffer with me? http://www.nanowrimo.org/)

I haven't updated in years. Not much to tell, though. School has started once again, and I'm going to try a new studio this week. Whoo-hoo.

I almost ran someone over today. It was horrible. I was trying to take a right on a red light, so I was watching to see if there were any cars coming from my left. Of course, being the genius I am, I didn't turn back around to check the right side to see for any pedestrians. So I start inching forward, and two seconds later, I see this woman standing directly in front of my car, hands on my hood, screaming "Oh Jesus." I flipped out, because I honestly could not believe that I was stupid enough not to look in that direction before I made the turn. I felt so bad about it, especially since there are pedestrians everywhere in downtown Atlanta. I'm such a dumbass.

At least I didn't actually hit her. I think the only part of her body touching the car was her hand on the front. Doesn't mean I feel any less guilty or idiotic about it, though.

Oh, and then I get home, and pull into the garage, only to drive right into the wooden steps we have going into the storeroom in there.

Whoever gave me my license must have been smoking something.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rbQBaPcL8Q&search=blooper

I'm trying to figure out if she was being funny, or if Mariska Hargitay is seriously this big a bitch. Oh, and Christopher Meloni is so cute in this. And then she bitched at him. Asshat.

I'm weirdly sad right now. I'm so used to spending July Fourth staying up really late hanging out with the family and watching fireworks and just generally not doing anything. School is getting in the way of that. I actually have to be asleep already, and I just can't because it's so weird that I have school tomorrow. I feel robbed. Which is entirely my fault, I understand, but still. I don't know yet if this whole trying to graduate in three years thing is such a good idea. I think that it might just overwork me, and then I'd end up being even more miserable than I would have been if I'd just gone for the good old fashioned four years. Ugh. I hate school. I also hate the fact that everyday I'm starting to think that I really would like a career in medicine. Not to sound completely airhead-y, but I want it like really a lot.

I went to see the The Bodies Exhibition on Sunday. It was so ridiculously cool. The reason that I gave up on my (ten year long) childhood goal of becoming a pediatrician was because I couldn't bare the thought of cutting into a dead person during med school. So I went into the exhibit with a certain amount of apprehension about being up close and personal with essentially skinned and dissected cadavers. But it wasn't at all strange. Instead it was completely fascinating. If not for the masses of idiotic people (whoa, it's totally weird that I'm looking at this guys foot! That's what's weird to you? His foot?) I probably would have stayed for much longer than the two hours I actually spent in there. And after that, I realized that perhaps dissection in med school might not be all that horrible. And I can't believe that I'm this far into my undergraduate career when I make this discovery.

I just don't want to get to the middle of grad school and realize that I never really wanted to be a psychologist.

It's bad enough when people start talking about "chocolate brown orbs" in fics. It's just plain painful when they get the eye color wrong. Here's a list of the eye colors of characters on House, MD just in case anyone decides that today's the day they're going to stop sucking at life.

House- blue
Cuddy-blue
Chase-blue
Cameron-blue
Foreman-brown
Wilson-brown

Argh.

According to http://celebmatch.com, I am 65% compatible with Hugh Laurie and 53% compatible with George Clooney. Want to know who I am 98% compatible with? Freddie Highmore. The kid is 14. What the fuck, celebmatch.com, what the fuck?

In other news, I have a shin splint. Ow. Not so much fun, but it doesn't really hurt unless I touch it. Haha, and since irony is a bastard, my shin decided to go all twingy at the exact moment I was typing that it didn't hurt. Whore.

I'm thinking here, and I realize that it's summer vacation and I probably shouldn't be doing that, but I'm thinking anyway. What I'm thinking is that I haven't actually updated this thing in months. Although, nothing particularly amazing has happened in those few months, so no one really missed out on anything.

Here's a recap of the general events of the past couple months, just in case anyone felt that they needed to know:

I whipped out a 92 in History. I have no idea how in the hell that happened, but it did. And I was fairly proud of that. I'm also proud of the 4.0 I managed to hold onto for my freshman year. Speaking of which, one down, two to go. If all goes according to plan, I will graduate in three years instead of four (and well short of the average five).

Dance has seen better days, and I have seen the end of NADA. We aren't so much friends anymore. I'm going to miss everyone like crazy, and it's going to take serious effort to stay in touch, but I'm definitely going to try. I don't know whether I'm actually going to be going to 101, but I will be trying my damnedest to take classes with Clay at Renaissance. Who knows how well that's going to work out, though.

And now it's summer. I started my summer classes last week, and they haven't been too bad so far. Sociology sucks, but it's pretty much a throwaway class, so I'm ok with it. World Lit might be a bit of a struggle since I've never really been one for literary analysis. Give me a misplaced modifier or a split infinitive any day, but don't ask me to find the theme in an epic narrative. I'm thinking it will be ok, though. The professor's not assigning a research paper for this session, so that makes life a good deal easier.

That's about it for my life. Told you you weren't missing much. The only other big news is that I'm going to be going to South Africa for three weeks in August. I am tres excited. I haven't been back in seven years, so this is kind of huge. Yay for that.

And I'm bored again....

I have a final in Teh History Class of Doom tomorrow at 8am. Too bad it's currently 11:40am and I have just about started to think about studying for it. I am Teh Fucked. Yes, I am. Oh well, it's finals week. Which means that school is over. Which means that I never have to deal with the roommate ever again. Yay for that.

In other exciting news: two part House episode this week. Whoo-hoo. I have recently discovered the joy that is House, MD, as well as the joy that is House/Cuddy fanfic. Yay for the new OTP. I am so very over Alex/Olivia at this point. ::nods head:: Yup.