May. 2nd, 2009 07:21 pm
I have a DW account, thanks to the lovely [personal profile] trinity_clare ! i am weirdly excited, even though I probably won't, you know, use it. Oh well. I'm strange_bt_true over there as well, because I really couldn't think of a different username. Everything was too emo, or too lame, or just plain ugh. So, I'll just stick to what I know. Can I change it later? I don't even know, I should find out.

I've spent about 5 minutes starring at the "interests" and "bio" boxes; I have no idea what to put in there. I mean, I don't want to leave it blank, because that would be lame, but I can't muster the enthusiasm to write anything more than hi, I'm not crazy, let's be friends? :D? /o\ *procrastinates*

Feel free to add me over there, I swear there'll be something up in the near future.

I have just spent an hour slinking around my house, dancing to my "Sexy" playlist. Yes, that is what the playlist is called, because I am creative like that.

...Apparently prolonged undulation is not good for my back? WHO KNEW. *g*

Weekend of relaxation is going well so far: I have a shitload of fic to read tonight (\o/), I practiced my driving and I didn't kill ANYONE and I ate delicious junk food (but I totally did yoga afterwards so it doesn't count). I'm hoping that the rest of the weekend feels like this: relaxed and fun, but pretty damn productive at the same time. (Of course, I have now jinxed myself and tomorrow will suck. Just you watch.)

Things I plan to do this weekend: change my layout (seriously, it's just sad), and finally upload some bandom icons. You wouldn't be able to tell that I even like any bands from the ones I have right now. I only have 15 icons, though! How do I pick fifteen icons from the hundreds of pretty, pretty ones I have? Sadface, man.

EDIT: I have a Dreamwidth code! Sure, I don't know what the hell to call myself yet, but I have one! \o/

EDITS ARE FUN: Ha! I changed my layout! I'll probably change it agian, this was kind of just to see if I could. Yeah, it was kind of not difficult at all. *headdesk*

I HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO: So, I can't make my icons any bigger, and all my subject lines are capitalised (strangely annoying) and I can't center that text that I want to... But still! It's different, and I'm too tired to care anymore happy.

Why do I always forget how much I love Howl until I listen to it? I mean, I always kind of think "gee whiz, I love Empires!" and then I kind of... forget? Of course, there are a couple of songs that I listen to basically every day (namely "Under the Bright Lights" and "Haley" and "I Want Blood") but still! /o\ Now I am listening to it and I'm blown away all over again. Sean's voice is... quite possibly the best thing in the world. 

Some recs!

nobody's looking for a puppeteer in today's wintry economic climate by [livejournal.com profile] battleofhydaspe . I read Empires fic! Well, one fic. And now I'm wondering, WHERE IS ALL THE REST OF IT? Perhaps it exists and I am just so faily that I haven't noticed? Sadly, this is very plausible. The point is I read this last night. It's Sean/Tom (hello new OTP, come on in and out your feet up) and it's kind of ridiculously great. They're just two guys and it's just a normal night, but it's so well-written that everything about it is special. Yeah, just read it. I suck at explaining.

flying into the sun by [livejournal.com profile] stealstheashes . Ryan/Spencer  An incredible universe in which everyone has wings until they lose they're virginty... I mean, what more do you need? My favorite aspect of this fic was THE WINGS the relationship Ryan and Spencer had, fragile but at the same time they were always RyanandSpencer, even when they weren't talking. Also, Brendon. He doesn't show up very much, but when he does it's gold.

So! I have done my good deed for the day by encouraging you to read about sexy times and wings and love and shit. Now, food! I went to the dentist this morning and my mouth hurt too much to eat anything all day. Essentially, I haven't eaten in 14 hours and I kind of want to hit somebody. My mouth feels less ow ow omg ow, so I'm going to give it the old college try. *crosses fingers* In other tooth-related news, my wisdom teeth come out in a couple of weeks. Yeah, I'm looking forward to drooling for 2 days straight, and my face swelling up. I also appreciate the fact that they give your teeth back to you. Nothing says Get Well Soon! like a baggie full of gunk and molars. \o/
Hi! *waves* Hiiiii!

I have no idea why I am so damn perky. I mean, sure, I get paid today and I wrote some ridiculously angsty backstory for GSF last night ([livejournal.com profile] unlurkster I need to email this to you so you can tell em I'm not crazy!) and there's fog outside... These are all causes for excitement in my very small universe. Especially the fog. I live in a desert. It is dry as fuck. I looked outside this morning, and I couldn't see the road. Or my driveway. Or much of anything, really. Weird weather just gets me all riled up; it's unexpected so I feel like maybe something unexpected will happen today. *crosses fingers* Like, say, if my manager decided to UNEXPECTEDLY double my paycheck today, I wouldn't mind.

Last night, I watched Motown week of American Idols. (Yeah, we're kind of ridiculously behind over here. Please don't spoil me? I already have to contend with one of my co-workers trying to tell me who's been eliminated; walking around with your hands clamped over your ears and going "lalalalalaLALALALALA" is very tiring.) The point is, WHY DO I NOT OWN A "BEST OF MOTOWN " ALBUM? Or even a "The Kind Of OK of Motown" album. Motown is awesome! I mean, my mom and I were dancing around and smiling like idiots and we kept yelling things like "what? WHAT?" and "they don't make music like this anymore" and "boooooooooty" (that was me). Yelling because we decided to see just how loudly our speakers can play. (Hint: it's very loud.)
So if anyone has some Motown, I'd really appreciate it? :D? :D? (And it would make my mom really happy. Which is never a bad thing.)

Um, there's a whole lot of stuff I wanted to say, about therapy on Wednesday, and recs and so on. But I have to go to work ($$$). When I get back, though! It is on.

Just a bit of silliness, really.

How to Read a Poem: Beginner's Manual
by Pamela Spiro Wagner

First, forget everything you have learned, 
that poetry is difficult, 
that it cannot be appreciated by the likes of you, 
with your high school equivalency diploma, 
your steel-tipped boots, 
or your white-collar misunderstandings. 

Do not assume meanings hidden from you: 
the best poems mean what they say and say it. 

To read poetry requires only courage 
enough to leap from the edge 
and trust.  

Treat a poem like dirt, 
humus rich and heavy from the garden. 
Later it will become the fat tomatoes 
and golden squash piled high upon your kitchen table. 

Poetry demands surrender,
language saying what is true,
doing holy things to the ordinary.

Read just one poem a day. 
Someday a book of poems may open in your hands 
like a daffodil offering its cup
to the sun. 

When you can name five poets 
without including Bob Dylan, 
when you exceed your quota 
and don't even notice, 
close this manual.

You can now read poetry.

Blah. Not in a good mood. I will spare you all the details. All I have to say is BLEURGH. EVERYTHING IS SUCKY. Jon is expressing my need for hugs by... sitting in front of a fence? WHATEVER HE IS SAD AND NEEDS HUGS JUST LIKE ME. My icon choice makes sense, all is well.

And now, my day in bullet points!
  • I went to therapy. It didn't suck, and I'm down to one appointment every 3 weeks! (Yeah, it used to be twice a week, so I'm not complaining)
  • Work was not awful. Less creepy propositions than usual. \o/ Bloody idiot at the counter next to mine is asking for a good shanking though. (He's kind of a sexist asshat with racist tendencies. Or perhaps he just acts that way because he knows it riles me up? Either way, DNW.)
  • No junk food for me today! Usually this would sadden me, but I am honestly sick and tired of feeling sick and tired because I'm eating stuff that I'm allergic/intolerant to. Just for the record, this list includes tomatoes, gluten, dairy, pineapples, chocolate, life and alcohol. Yeah, I don't know what I'm supposed to eat either. And I really want a gin & tonic. /o\
  • I wore my pretty blue dress today! I love it, because if I add a pair of heels (low ones, because I am weak) and black tights, it becomes work appropriate. \o/ Otherwise, it's kind of slutty. (Which is exactly why I bought it. I like a garment that can multi-task.)
  • If all of bandom continues to twitter, I might die from adorable and/or fail. (Pete has Brendon in his bed! And Bill in the bathtub! And the cutest baby pictures! I think I have permanent heart eyes.)
  • Lastly, an announcement. I'm pretty sure you all know that [livejournal.com profile] ashlein is my platonic lifemate, and that we are going to live in a pillowfort one day and eat cake while bedazzling everything in sight. What, you didn't know? Well, now you do! And it is my pleasure to inform you that [livejournal.com profile] unlurkster is my partner in creepy and the Way of the Stalker. Both of these ladies are amazing. It can't be said enough. :D
And, that's it? Wow, i'm boring and lazy. Whatever, lists are more fun than actual well structured posts. EVERYONE KNOWS IT'S TRUE.

I hope you all had a good April Fool's Day? Anything noteworthy happen?

EDIT: Because I am faily, i forgot to mention something. BLACK GOLD. WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING TO THEM RIGHT NOW? Just, give them a chance, you won't be disappointed. Here, have Breakdown. It's catchy and it makes me smile (even though it's not the most upbeat subject material in the world) and it is totally the song that I strut down the street to. It's just that kind of song.

EDIT 2: Here is the whole album, in case anyone's interested? Let me know if the link isn't working. :D?

[Error: unknown template qotd]I would love a cure for HIV/AIDS. I don't care if you're the worst person in the world, no one deserves to die like that.
Hi. I'm at work but I just wanted to say: flist, I love all of your faces. That is all.
"Silver-Lined Heart"
Taylor Mali

I’m for reckless abandon
and spontaneous celebrations of nothing at all,
like the twin flutes I kept in the trunk of my car
in a box labeled Emergency Champagne Glasses!

Raise an unexpected glass to long, cold winters
and sweet hot summers and the beautiful confusion of the times in between.
To the unexpected drenching rain that leaves you soaking
wet and smiling breathless;
“We danced in the garden in torn sheets in the rain,”
we were christened in the sanctity of the sprinkler,
can’t you hear it singing out its Hallelujah?

Here’s to the soul-expanding power
of the simply beautiful.

See, things you hate, things you despise,
multinational corporations and lies that politicians tell,
injustices that make you mad as hell,
that’s all well and good.
And as far as writing poems goes,
I guess you should.
It just might be a poem that gets Mumia released,
brings an end to terrorism or peace in the middle east.

But as far as what soothes me, what inspires and moves me,
honesty behooves me to tell you your rage doesn’t move me.
See, like the darkest of clouds my heart has a silver lining,
which does not harken to the loudest whining,
but beats and stirs and grows ever more
when I learn of the things you’re actually for.

That’s why I’m for best friends, long drives, and smiles,
nothing but the sound of thinking for miles.
For the unconditional love of dogs:
may we learn the lessons of their love by heart.
For therapy when you need it,
and poetry when you need it.
And the wisdom to know the difference.

The solution to every problem usually involves some kind of liquid,
even if it’s only Emergency Champagne
or running through the sprinkler.
Can’t you hear it calling you?

I’m for crushes not acted upon, for admiration from afar,
for the delicate and the resilient and the fragile human heart,
may it always heal stronger than it was before.
For walks in the woods, and for the woods themselves,
by which I mean the trees. Definitely for the trees.
Window seats, and locally brewed beer,
and love letters written by hand with fountain pens:
I’m for all of these.

I’m for evolution more than revolution
unless you’re offering some kind of solution.

I’m for the courage it takes to volunteer, to say “yes,” “I believe,” and “I will.”
For the bright side, the glass half full, the silver lining,
and the optimists who consider darkness just a different kind of shining.

So don’t waste my time and your curses on verses
about what you are against, despise, and abhor.
Tell me what inspires you, what fulfills and fires you,
put your precious pen to paper and tell me what you’re for!
Hi. Stop whatever it is you are doing, and go check this out. Seriously. Right now. Why, you ask? Imagine the lulziest piece of descriptive writing in the entire world. Got it? Okay, now times that by a million. And then square it.

You won't regret it.

My sister and I just spent 5 very pleasant minutes rolling on the floor and wheezing. Occasionally, one of us would manage to say "EELS" or "SNAILS" or "HER TONGUE WAS LIKE A FERRET" and then we would start laughing again. It's a good memory.

I've eaten so much that I an forced to lie on my bed and try not to throw up. I'm half convinced that I'm pregnant, that's how bulgy I feel. Hee, that reminds me of that scene in Juno where she's telling her delightfully skanky best friend that she's pregnant, and her friend says "It's probably just a food baby. Did you have a big lunch?". I don't know why that amuses me so much. I'm going to try thinking about things that don't make me giggle; I might just burst.
Happy Birthday [livejournal.com profile] ashlein !!!!

You are my sunshine and one of the best people I know, hands down. ILU, bb!
Now, everyone go give her cuddles.


Feb. 11th, 2009 07:43 am
So, on the plus side, I feel less disgusting. In the minus side? 3 hours and 43 minutes of sleep. Really? REALLY? \:< (<----- that is my grumpy face. it does not approve)

On the (really huge) plus side, I have AAR and Hey Monday to listen to. And Abbey Road and a whole bunch of other random stuff.

I plan to spend the morning glued to the couch. Nothing like TV on a rainy morning.

ETA: Alex DeLeon (Singer from The Cab) is surprisingly eloquent. And unsurprisingly adorable. I think that blog is the first bandom blog I've ever commented on?


Feb. 6th, 2009 03:50 pm

Five and a half hours later.

My flist exploded while I was away. It's taken me all day, but I managed to get through everything. I tried to comment where I could, but I couldn't get everyone I wanted to. The best I can do is wave to everyone and send out mass virtual hugs. [livejournal.com profile] unlurkster gets a special mention because of our evil plan to take over the world, and [livejournal.com profile] ashlein does because she is [livejournal.com profile] ashlein .

Brendon also deserves a special mention: HE IS A HOTASS. HE CURTSEYS FOR FRAT BOYS. HE DRUMS. HE IS A HOTASS WHILE DOING ALL OF THE ABOVE. Bandom continues to be my happy place, and I love it. And now, I have a shitload of amazing fic to read (\o/) and chores to do (/o\). Thanks for being so amazing, flist.

So, a spider just crawled up my arm (without catching my attention at all. Yeah, I fail) and I was about to squish it... but it had these wee green legs and orange spots and it was cute. So I just brushed it off my arm.

...And I just realised that brightly coloured = poisonous. *headdesk* How I survived this long, I don't know.
Well, I'm done feeling sorry for myself. Am currently fondling velvet cushions. I get off on accessory shopping.
Just. My heart. I'm so glad I was able to witness something so amazing.


Dear Self,


Instead of being slightly odd and reading random people's journals, why don't you shower? Yes, I think a shower would be a great idea. Up and at 'em!




Jan. 4th, 2009 10:51 am
It took me three hours to get through my flist. I LEAVE FOR FOUR DAYS AND YOU ALL DECIDE TO BE ALL... INTERESTING AND SHIT. NOT COOL.

Except, you know, I secretly love all of you.



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