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[March 13, 2009 @ 1:02am]
[ mood | enraged ]


I didn't even know there was going to be a new episode of Supernatural tonight. The local station I watch it on was playing college basketball all night.
I hop on the internet before I go to bed, and what do I see? I see everybody talking about the new Supernatural, that's what.



*sighs* Alright, where the hell do you clever SPN fans download the new episodes?

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[February 25, 2009 @ 11:51pm]
[ mood | fucking exhausted ]

I was totally gonna wish everybody a happy Fat Tuesday yesterday, but then I had to stay up past one o'clock in the morning to get a really, embarrassingly bad paper done for that godforsaken class, and I completely forgot. Soooo...

*throws beads*

I have to admit, I'm glad Mardi Gras is over. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to do things like write papers and clean your bathroom when you know New Orleans is less than three hours away? Our local parades are fun, but they ain't Nawlins.

I would love to make the flist rounds, but I'm actually starting to twitch from sleep deprivation. I'll try again tomorrow - I'm caught up on most of my deadlines, so I should have time.

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

*sleepily dances off to jazz and zydeco*
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Inauguration Day [January 20, 2009 @ 11:31am]
[ mood | hopeful ]


Mr. President.

I am overwhelmed with anticipation and pride. We live history every day, I've always thought I was plenty aware of that. But I have never felt it like I have today.

deadwillwalk already picked one of my favorite lines from the speech:
We're willing to extend a hand, if you're willing to unclench your fist.

There is hope in the world again.

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[January 20, 2009 @ 12:03am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

You know, Saturday started off as a really great day.

Things had gone well at the clinic that morning: a puppy Momma had had to do surgery on to remove an intestinal blockage got to go home, feeling great. Hey Mom, saved a life! Has to be a good day, right?

Then, we went to Pensacola to price aquariums at various pet stores. We've been wanting to get a bigger one for our turtles for a while, and were planning on buying one used so we could get it cheaper, but we stumbled across a big sale and got a brand new 75 gallon aquarium + solid wood stand, complete with lifetime warranty, for the same price as all the used ones we'd looked at over the past few weeks. Bargain price on a much-desired item! Always a great thing!

While in Pensacola, we decided to see a movie. Went and saw Defiance. I laughed and cried and blubbered and lusted after the Liev Schreiber and Daniel Craig (and, if I'm honest, Jamie Bell, which translates to "every Bielski brother over the age of twelve") like a crazy thing. I loved that movie. I have no idea how the critics are receiving it, or what the general audience reaction has been, but I adored it. I'm going again with my best friend sometime this week.

Then, as we were leaving the theater, we were coming through a pretty busy intersection there in town when this woman in an SUV ran a red light and plowed into us at about sixty miles an hour.

We're okay. My mom's SUV is in pretty rough shape. I'm still pretty sore - I didn't brace up as well as my mom did (she was driving, so she locked onto the steering wheel), so I got slung around a little, and I'm nice and colorful where my seatbelt caught me.

The people in the other car were okay, too. The other driver doesn't seem to be denying that the whole thing was her fault, which is great, because that had the potential to be a whole other headache.

Y'all, she knocked the shit out of us. The impact knocked the car out of gear, from drive to neutral, leaving us stalled in the middle of the intersection for a minute. The transmission's all fucked up, because it really didn't want to stay in drive long enough for us to limp over and pull up onto the sidewalk, out of the road.

We called my uncle, who came and picked us up at the tow yard. And by God, we loaded up our new aquarium (undamaged!) into his truck and brought it home with us, and we now have a huge, gorgeous turtle tank in our living room.

I'm just kind of disgusted that it had to happen on a day that we were both feeling really good, after both of us having a stressful couple of weeks, y'know? It's like the universe was being rude, or something.

But look, whatever, because we're both okay. I mean, it wasn't a major wreck: no vehicles flipped over, or caught fire, or anything, nobody had to be rushed away in an ambulance. But I have to admit, it was scary. It slapped me in the face with how quickly your life can go really wrong - I mean, if things had gone differently, I could've lost my mom, who I've always been really close with, all because a total stranger ran a red light.

Losing loved ones scares me so much more than dying myself. I mean, I'm not completely unafraid of death or anything, but the idea doesn't mess with me the way it does some people. The people I love dying? That's by far my biggest fear. Hands down. And there's nothing like being run over to grab you by the throat and force you to think about that fear.


Christ, depressing much? Sorry, guys. Apparently I had some issues I needed to get out. Honestly, I'm not going around looking haunted and writing emo poetry or anything. Mostly I've been dreading the thought of sitting through that godawful class with these bruises.

(Seriously, I sit through that class hoping someone will be spontaneously electrocuted or something, just to kill the boredom. If I don't figure something out soon, I'm going to fail in spectacular fashion, which would be pretty embarrassing.)

For right now, I'm going to go eat something chocolate - probably several somethings - and watch House and Friday Night Lights and The Vicar of Dibley, which is guaranteed to cure whatever ails me. The only way it could possibly get better would be if Doc Roe came sliding in with said chocolate. "Gotcha!"

Which, P.S., reminds me: my best friend is also planning an all-day Band of Brothers marathon for me, and she hasn't even seen it yet. She loves me. :) ♥

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[January 15, 2009 @ 10:01pm]
[ mood | giggly ]

Guys, seriously. So cute I almost can't stand it.

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[January 13, 2009 @ 11:52pm]
[ mood | weird ]

So congratulate me! I have officially survived the worst stomach bug I've had in quite some time.

Because of the brush with death, I managed to miss my entire first week of class. It doesn't appear to have set me too far back, though.

I have People and Cultures of the World in the morning, and so far it seems to be the most stupefyingly boring class I've ever had, mostly because of the teacher. (Every time he calls roll, I sit there expecting "Bueller...Bueller...")


I saw the trailer for the new Wolverine movie the last time I was at the theater, and I completely lost my shit. I called my best friend after I left the movie and started yelling at her about fangs and claws and Gambit and helicopters. She was only interested in the Gambit parts, being uninterested in X-Men but a total Taylor Kitsch fangirl, but she was a good friend and listened anyway.

At some point during my tirade, I said something along the lines of, "I'M SO EXCITED I'M TOTALLY ABOUT TO SET SOMETHING ON FIRE," and then a couple of days later, my uncle called.

Uncle: So, Downtown's on fire.
Me: Um. What?
Uncle: Downtown. You know, where the Riverwalk and that old theater is? It's on fire.
Me: Downtown? Fire? What?
Uncle: Yeah, I just saw it on TV, and y'all don't live that far from Downtown, so y'know. Thought I'd check in with you.
Me: Well. We're not on fire, or anything. They, um. Haven't said anything about me and an X-Men movie, have they?
Uncle: ...what?

Yeah, funnily enough, Downtown really did catch on fire. (Okay, maybe "funnily" isn't the right word.) It destroyed an entire block of businesses, but they managed to save the Imogene Theater, which is beautiful and has been around since about 1912. A couple of firefighters sustained some minor injuries, but they're okay now, which is good. I haven't heard anything about how it got started.
I could see the glow from my backyard. O_o

What's weird is, this month is the anniversary of a fire that completely destroyed Downtown exactly one hundred years ago. That's just...odd.

Anyway, you can see the trailer for X-Men Origins: Wolverine here. Apparently you'll need to keep your fire extinguishers handy.


Okay, I've got to go to bed. If I'm already sleepy going into that ridiculous class, I'll never make it.

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[December 25, 2008 @ 11:16pm]
Oh, and as a quick little postscript:

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HAPPEH HOLLADAYZ! [December 25, 2008 @ 11:10pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

Happy holidays, guys. ♥

I'm off to MS in the morning, so I'll be out of the loop until next week. I hope you're all having merry Christmases, and if you don't celebrate Christmas, I hope it was the best Thursday ever. :)

I love you all!
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[December 23, 2008 @ 11:57am]
[ mood | pleased ]

Friday, I spent nine and a half hours Christmas shopping.
Saturday, I wrapped fifty-four Christmas presents.
Sunday was our family Christmas party.
Monday, I fought with LJ and Photobucket for a couple of hours as they both refused to let me do anything.
Tomorrow, I have an early appointment with my cardiologist, and I have to pick up one last Christmas present.


I's a li'l tired.

Also, I have eaten enough of my aunt's homemade pumpkin bread to cause a small horse some serious internal damage. And guess what I'm doing right now?
I love leftovers.

This holiday has been pretty great so far. Which is good, because this past semester sucked pretty hard. Hence my extended absence, as I've had little to say beyond "waaaahhhhhhboohoo," and even I was sick of hearing it.

At some point this week, we're going to get to see my cousin, who's in the Coast Guard, stationed in Seattle. He hasn't been home near a holiday for years, so we're all pretty excited.

And on the twenty-sixth, I'm hitting the road to go see my grandma and co. up in north Mississippi. It'll have to be a quick visit, only three days, but it's the best I can do, and I'm looking forward to seeing everybody.


Okay, screw the holidays for a minute, beatle had an awesome meme at her journal, and I'm totally stealing it.

1. List twenty celebrities you'd have sex with without even asking questions.
2. Put all of them in order.
3. Supply photos of said people.

Twenty? Piffle. The order thing is a problem, though, so after #1, just ignore the numbers.

No questions asked...Collapse )

*sighs* That was fun. I've missed LJ. :)

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[November 04, 2008 @ 11:40pm]
[ mood | about to fucking explode ]

This was my first election.

I can't even begin to express how proud I am to have been a part of this.

I am just...dizzy with the possibilities. I cried a little during his speech. Me and Oprah.


Now all I've got the do is hold on to that feeling, and not think about the fact that the Marriage Protection Act passed in Florida with 62% of the vote.

To every last one of you "one man, one woman" fuckers: I wouldn't piss in your mouth if your tongue was on fire, but you WILL NOT take the joy of this night from me.

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[August 29, 2008 @ 11:17pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Just a quick note before I fall into bed!

We've been planning a Labor Day trip to see my family in north MS, and we're still leaving in the morning - but now Hurricane Gustav is threatening to rather derail our plans.
If the storm keeps coming as it is, we'll probably end up coming home early to put up our storm shutters, otherwise prepare the house, gather up our pets, and hit the road again for evacuation purposes.
But it's okay! I just wanted to let everybody know that if you see my area getting battered by Gustav and don't hear from me for a while, don't worry - one thing I can promise you is that we'll be evacuated by then. I'm keeping my laptop with me, I'll try to keep y'all updated when I can.

Aaaaand now I have time for about four hours' sleep before I'll be getting up for our road trip! Stay dry, lovelies.

[August 23, 2008 @ 1:30am]
[ mood | appalled ]

Once again, I am quick with an excuse as to why I've not been around lately.

When I showed up to take the ACT, the testing office was locked up and dark. I walked around till I found somebody to ask about howcome that was (and since it was a Saturday, that took a while). I was told that the place and time of the test had been changed. Oh, nobody had called to tell me? Oops, so sorry. Better hurry, sweetheart, test started five minutes ago.

I sprouted wings and flew across the whole damn campus. Burst into the room while the woman giving the test was in the middle of those idiotic instructions (you're supposed to write your name where it says "NAME," you fill in the bubble marked "B" if you think the answer is B, etc). She didn't want to let me take the test, I had to talk her into it in front of a room full of better-informed, more prompt people.

After all that, my scores were pretty good, so I thought I was ready to go. But noooooo.

Long story short, UWF has been dicking around for the past couple of weeks, and I only just managed to register for classes today.

Between that and still not being able to find a job, I've been flailing around in a big puddle of "not getting it done"-ness for a while now, feeling pissy and resentful and inept.

But whatever. There's something more important to talk about.

naamah_darling made a post detailing a proposal from the Bush administration to enact a "conscience rule" for doctors who find certain procedures "morally or religiously objectionable."
What's the first medical procedure that comes to mind when you hear the phrase "religiously objectionable"? Yep, that's the one.

Clinics that receive government funds would have to abide by this rule, and could not fire someone for not doing their job, even if they are the only person in a hundred miles who could do it. Even if it is the only abortion-providing facility in the state.

There are no provisions for assisting women who have been denied -- none. No statement that a doctor must help the woman find another doctor who will help her. No offers to help with transportation, should a woman need to go to a different city to get help. Nothing. We get nothing. We are their patients and we are not only being put behind our employees' consciences, we are being left with nothing as recourse.

Read the post.

If you've ever cared about any woman having the right to live healthy and in the manner of her choosing:

Write a letter to the email address naamah_darling provides.

Post a link in your own journal.

Go through your email address book and send links to all your non-LJ friends who you think could help.


The world scares me, guys. Honest to God, it scares me to death.

Most of you know, I think, that I grew up in rural Mississippi. And most of you could probably guess that that's not the easiest place to secure a legal, competent abortion.
I've seen up close what can result from inept and do-it-yourself abortions. I wouldn't wish that on anybody - not even the people who seem determined to take away every other option. Not right now, anyway. I'm young yet. A few more years of the progression we've been having, and we'll see how bitter I am.

I mean, Jesus Christ, how are we going to explain to all the girls growing up in this country that of course they have rights over their own bodies - they just aren't the kind of rights that matter enough to be enforced.

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[July 26, 2008 @ 12:54am]
[ mood | content ]

So... Who around here just got back from New Orleans?
*raises hand*

I knew there was an AVMA convention coming up, and I knew my mom had to go for the CE credits, but apparently I don't know math, so much. Had the dates wrong. Had to pack really, really fast the night before we left.

(Don't ask me how I managed to be that unaware. Just...don't.)

She spent the whole time in classes, and so did I, actually, since I'll be taking the ACT on August 1st, and I didn't trust myself to actually study if I was on my own in New Orleans. There's nothing like being locked in a darkened room with a bunch of vets, listening to other vets deliver hour-long lectures, to make you view studying as a worthy distraction.

Sample titles:
Non-Obstructive Idiopathic/Interstitial Cystitis in Cats
Challenges in Treatment of Canine Hyperadrenocorticism
The Dyspneic Rabbit
Liver Biopsies Made Easy!

(I'll be switching from a local junior college to a university this upcoming semester, and they require ACT scores. Since I was home schooled and got my GED rather than jump through all those high school hoops, I never took the ACT, I just took a College Placement Test. I have a tendency to blow standardized math tests, so I'm brushing up.)

She had one class-free day, though, so I took that day off, too, and we hit the town. NOLA has to be one of the most amazing places in the world. I do so love that city.


My uncle's wife loves playing matchmaker. She tried with my mom a few times, but she vastly misjudged my mom's "type," so she's taking a hiatus to reassess her strategy. She made noises about setting me up with somebody; I told her I loved her dearly, and if she tried it, I would find the things she loved most in the world and set them on fire.

Her latest target is my grandfather. I had plans to go to our favorite Mexican restaurant with my best friend tomorrow, then go see The Dark Knight, but instead I'll be meeting Papaw's new "lady friend."

Not only have I not been to La Hacienda in, like, A MONTH, but my need to see The Dark Knight is verging on rabid. It might even be dyspneic.
(I don't know what it means, either, but it didn't look great for the rabbits, and it sounds convincing.)

I hope they realize the magnitude of this sacrifice.

Obviously, I'm kidding, y'all. We'll just go to LaHa and Batman on Sunday.


Estelle Getty died.
The Golden Girls is high on the list of things that keep me sane and smiling. She will be missed.


I need a haircut. More pressingly, I need to unpack. I brought home presents for people, but I have no idea where they are. The amount of laundry I'm soon to be doing is a little astounding.

Okay, I'm officially wandering. Time to go to bed.

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[July 14, 2008 @ 12:16am]
[ mood | tired ]

I fucking hate home improvement projects. And people that you are forced to hire to do said home improvement projects. And Home Depot? Yep, hate them too.

Over a month ago, we started the process of getting new carpet installed in our house, being told that the project would probably be completed over a weekend.
I've been making far more Three Hour Tour jokes than I should've been allowed to get away with, though considering we spent that month living out of a couple of boxes and walking around on bare concrete, a desert island metaphor was not completely inappropriate.

So, yeah, just about everything that could've gone wrong did. (My icon is quite fitting.) And the computer was packed away with all the rest of our stuff, hence the lack of communication of my rage toward carpet installers. And I won't go into deep detail, because it would be long and boring, but we have new carpet now. And it's beautiful! And the house is just about put back together! And I hate people everything is stupid arrrrgrraarrr.

Except you guys. I love y'all. *smooshes gently*

I'm totally making the rounds on the ol' flist tomorrow. I spent today cleaning the turtle tank and the mouse cage, not to mention re-assembling and fixing the computer, which managed to get all wonky during its incarceration, so I has the tired, and I'm going to bed, mmmkay?

P.S. I begged a few minutes on a borrowed computer to check my email a while ago, so I saw my birthday cupcake, beatle. It completely made my day. :) Thank you! *HUGS*

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[May 16, 2008 @ 12:07am]
[ mood | heartbroken ]

The Supernatural season finale made me cry. Like, embarrassing amount of tears kind of crying. I might have long term damage.

Then I hopped online to share my weepage with others, and found that the California Supreme Court has legalized gay marriage.
Which probably won't last, but is one of the only things that could have possibly made me feel better after the gut-wrenching experience that was Supernatural.

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[May 08, 2008 @ 11:27pm]
[ mood | relaxed ]

My Chemical Romance was asdfghjkl. Even if I did end up having to go take a break outside during Billy Talent, their second opening act, and after that couldn't move closer than the back of the crowd, because of my stupid dysfunctional heart. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for not feeling steady enough to fight my way closer - the barricade was two feet from the stage. Two feet! Do you have any idea how many illegal things I would happily do to be two feet from the stage at a My Chem show?

But whatever. The show was fucking awesome. They did all of the b-sides from The Black Parade, and "Headfirst for Halos," from their first CD, and "You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison." All in all, they did at least six songs that they hadn't done when I saw them before, so I was all a-flail for the whole show. *grin*


A friend went to New Orleans for Jazzfest, and I was her pet-sitter. She has, I think, seventeen cats, seven dogs and six birds. Two of the birds are evil. I had to hold them off with a stick to give them fresh food and water.
I like pet-sitting, though. So much better than baby-sitting. My policy of preferring to be around animals rather than people most definitely extends to children. Does that sound horrible? 'Cause I'm kinda okay with sounding horrible right now.
She has a young Siamese cat who has an extra toe on each of his feet. It doesn't bother him a bit, and it's actually really cute. Just makes him look like he has really, really big feet. He's a squirrelly little thing.

She waaay overpaid me for the work, especially considering I would have done it for free. It makes me feel weird to accept money for doing a friend a favor, but she said it made her feel even worse to not pay me back, and since I could really use the money, I caved. *grin*


I've finished the semester, by the way.

I was thinking about taking some summer classes, but I need a break. The last two semesters have seriously sucked - the first month of this one was spent with me scrambling straight from school to physical therapy three times a week, and it actually managed to go downhill from there. I still have a bunch of tests to go through to make sure my heart problem isn't being caused by anything on the list of obscure disease that are associated with this problem, and I just don't feel like dealing with everything at once anymore.


She is the kind of person who doesn't really care about things. Which makes her a lovely person, but one hell of a challenge to buy for. I get calls for ideas from our entire family around her birthday and Christmas, and I usually end up telling them, "I only have one idea for what to get her, and you can't have it, it's mine."

I'll figure something out.


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[April 09, 2008 @ 10:42pm]
[ mood | completely fucking disgusted ]


Seriously. I love you and everything, but you're an IDIOT, and YOU DO THESE THINGS TO YOURSELF. And anytime Patrick wants to smack some sense into you, that would be great.


I keep telling myself that I'm happy as long as he's happy...

And I'm sticking to my policy of not badmouthing Ashlee online, just because I hate how the girlfriends of famous guys are treated by a lot of fangirls (I've never cared for Kate Bosworth, but the Orlando Bloom fangirls got downright scary over her)...


*sighs* Jesus Christ.

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[April 08, 2008 @ 10:48pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

There is something wrong with my computer. I don't know what, yet. But there has to be something wrong, because as far as I know, randomly locking up and shutting itself down is not normal.


The meetup with beatle was FANTASTIC. We talked each other's ears off. It was great to be able to just relax and aimlessly kill time like that. Though I was a little disappointed that we didn't get to bond over George Clooney, since Leatherheads wasn't playing in any of her local theaters. But I think we did alright for ourselves, didn't we, beatle? :D
In the course of our shopping, I bought The Protector, which was just as gloriously cheesy as I'd hoped. (The guy goes around screaming "WHERE IS MY ELEPHANT?!" for most of the movie. It's great.) I also got this really soft grey football-jersey-looking shirt, which I'm wearing now. Very comfy sleep-shirt.
Anyway, I had a lot of fun. It was just what I needed to wrap up my rather crappy Spring Break. :)


Memphis lost the NCAA title game. I am sad. My grandmother is a hysterical Memphis basketball fan - she scared the hell out of a friend of mine, once, with all her screaming and leaping around while watching a game on TV. I think she passed down some of that passion through her DNA, or something, because Memphis is the only basketball team I care much about.
She lives in Tennessee, but I could just hear her howling as the momentum slipped away from Memphis. :*(


Then I came online and discovered that The Golden Girls is being dropped by Lifetime, and is being moved to the Hallmark Channel. AsdfghjklBLARGH. If they edit the Girls to make the show fit into their "family friendly" programming, I will cut somebody, Isweartogod.
I need to get that show on DVD, anyway. I have to have my Girls.


I should go now, since I still have two assignments for my computer class to get done before they're due in the morning. I adapted to the "no homework" aspect of Spring Break a little quicker than I should have, I seem to be having some trouble with the actually going back to school part.

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[March 31, 2008 @ 11:30pm]
[ mood | content ]

So the Paramore show was pretty fucking awesome. They're a much better live band than I was giving them credit for, which I feel a little guilty about now.
They're some hyper little things. They definitely knew how to keep the crowd screaming and dancing and jumping. Hayley has a voice that'll make your legs shake even if you're standing at the back of the room. I am significantly less straight than I was when I went into that venue. Damn you, tiny hot gap-toothed girl.

The average age at this show was obscenely low. I mean, I knew Paramore's fan base was really young on average, but Jesus. The floor was full of fourteen- and fifteen-year-olds, and the balcony seats were full of parents with earplugs and crossword puzzles. It was pretty funny, except for the part where all those girls started shrieking in that pitch that only hysterical teenies can achieve, and my internal organs started to quiver. o_O

On the down side, my back freaked out on me. Sometime during their opening acts (the two bands that weren't Phantom Planet kinda sucked, by the way), I ended up staggering away from the crowd to sprawl flat on my back on the floor, trying to relieve the pressure, being stared at by teeny-boppers in Skittle-colored jeans.
Physical therapy isn't working. I am pissed.


Also, there seems to be yet something else wrong with me. I don't really want to talk about it until I get some test results back, but let's just say I'm a few days into my Spring Break, and I've already had two visits to more bloody goddamned specialists. I have another one on Wednesday.
I'm tired of being defective.


But, whatever! None of that matters! I'm meeting up with beatle this Friday!
I'm so excited. I've been looking forward to this ever since we first started tentatively planning. Even if we don't end up doing anything other than eating and causing trouble, right, Kayla? ;D
I did notice the movie Leatherheads comes out that day, though. I know you don't have much interest in football, but it's George Clooney, okay? Not to mention John Krasinski, who's goofy and adorable. And it's set in the '20s, which automatically makes it more interesting to you than a movie set in present time, right? *grin* Let me know if it's something you'd be interested in seeing!


I'm thinking about changing up my icons again. I need Hayley icons. (What is this "fixation" thing people keep talking about, anyway?) I've got tons of gorgeous ones saved that should really see the light of day sometime soon.


I've been listening to the new album from Panic!!! at the Disco (I got over my grammar Nazi tendencies to use that exclamation point, dammit, I'm not giving up on it now), Pretty. Odd., almost constantly since I picked it up last week. At the moment, "Folkin' Around" is my favorite track, but give me five minutes and that will change again, to "Nine in the Afternoon," or "That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed)," or "When the Day Met the Night." You get the idea.

I'm already thinking of Pretty. Odd. as The Panic Album for People Who Don't Like Panic. Their sound has changed tremendously since their first effort. They've grown up a lot, and you can hear it, in the music and the lyrics (though they still have that patented Ryan Ross "WTF is that supposed to mean?!" style).
shrinetolust, have you heard it yet? I need to squee! I will upload my copy for you if you want to hear it but don't want to wait, just let me know. *conspiratorial pirate grin*


In other bandom news, the Fall Out Boy live DVD, ****, comes out tomorrow. (Just say "Four Asterisks." If you can. Personally, I have trouble with the word "asterisks.")
I will be picking up my copy Wednesday, while I'm in Pensacola for that doctor's visit. I can't wait to get my greedy little paws on it, including the CD that comes with it, which is supposed to have the cover of "Beat It" they did with John Mayer, who can fucking murder a rock guitar solo, as it turns out.


I have to go. I've been talking with one of my cousins who lives in Mississippi (we grew up together, but we never get to see each other anymore) through the Facebook account he talked me into getting, and I owe him a reply. :)

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[March 27, 2008 @ 11:18pm]
[ mood | excited ]

My computer just. Will not. Work.

This is the first time I've been able to get an internet connection for three days, and it's crashed on me twice just in the process of trying to make this post. So this is going to be quick. Which sucks, because this was going to be an actual post! With pictures, and links and stuff!

But, whatever, I'm going to see Paramore tomorrow! HahaHA! I'm very excited. I'm also getting gayer for Hayley Williams by the second, so we'll see how that goes.
(I know, I know, a girl!crush on Hayley, how astonishingly original of me. Shut up, my hormones know not of this "cliche" of which you speak.)

I'm disabling comments because comments that I haven't replied to/take forever to reply to make me feel really guilty, and my computer might still be freaking out when I get back. If it'll let me, I'll try doing a real post ~Saturday night. I'll talk about my upcoming meetup with beatle. *grin*

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