A mixed bag.
May. 7th, 2003 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanGot selected by Seatfiller to attend the Latin Billboards tomorrow night in Miami. Yay! All about the live performances, man. I don't actually know what to expect or how much of the show we'll actually get to see, but it's all terribly exciting.
Unfortunately, this also means tedious amounts of shaving, buying a hair iron, giving myself a manicure and pedicure because there's no time to make appointments, spending what I maintain is astronomical for a few simple items of makeup, and accomplishing a host of other things I would've had all the leisure of early afternoon over a mug of coffee for. But such is the price one pays for mingling on-camera. Maybe there'll be cute boys and lenient bartenders.
This also means I have to cancel dinner with my father - a situation one wouldn't exactly call lamentable. One time for things evening out in the end.
All caught up on Lance month! Man, that was two days straight but damn does it feel nice. Good thing is, looking through all those pictures and recommendations, I have a slew of new ideas and themes as well as so much good fic I'm tempted to write off the entire month. Working vacation! I could dig it.
I'm so irrational about spending money. Newsprint is no object - clothes, as much as I love them, I practically cry about. Plane tickets to New York and Los Angeles? If I can even pretend to swing it I will - the MiniDisc player that'll be good for god only knows how long and will keep me from going insane on the plane and the camera which would capture the experience forever I hem and haw about for two weeks before and after. However, with copious hugs to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pierydys, the puppyshelter folks, and various downloading programs, my popslash footage archive has definitely reached the point of keeping stuff on CD-Rs being irrational, and as a result I have committed to drop whatever 80 gig external hard drives are going for these days.
I'd like to do a recommendation outside of current festivities:
The Fine Details by Arsenic
Taylor giggled. "Yeah, but you’re the funny one, and that'll get you farther in almost every situation."
"It got me Lance," Chris whispered to her.
She considered this, watching Lance slump over onto JC, laughing so hard he could barely breath. "You guys…it’s not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but um. You didn't have to go all mroaw on me. I mean, I'm sure Lance and JC can get and would prefer not-fourteen-year-old dates."
"Lance would really like to be able to escort both present members of the Eustace line on either arm, and JC wants to be carried down the red carpet by Joey. Neither of them can have what they want, though, and if you haven’t noticed, both of them are pretty fucking entranced by you. So maybe we were getting a bit into our own melodrama. We do that sometimes. But…we all wanted you, Tay. That part was real."
Before Chris even knew what had happened, Taylor had thrown her arms around his shoulders in a lightning-quick hug and then disengaged, heading for her own room. "I'm glad you won."
When she had shut the door behind her, Lance rolled off of JC and the two of them stared up at Chris, panting. Finally, Lance asked, "You think I want you for your sense of humor?"
That was an egregiously long quote, but it still doesn't even begin to resemble doing justice to the story. There's even Chris' youngest sister in there, and kids usually make me bristle and run hard and fast in the opposite direction. But Arsenic writes witty, heartfelt interaction, a Britney I feel overwhelming compassion for, and does right by every single boy along the way as well. Taylor is the focus, but it's really everyone's story.
As a sidenote, this is apparently a sequel. Obviously, I haven't read the first, but I didn't feel like I was missing anything. Go be utterly enchanted.
Unfortunately, this also means tedious amounts of shaving, buying a hair iron, giving myself a manicure and pedicure because there's no time to make appointments, spending what I maintain is astronomical for a few simple items of makeup, and accomplishing a host of other things I would've had all the leisure of early afternoon over a mug of coffee for. But such is the price one pays for mingling on-camera. Maybe there'll be cute boys and lenient bartenders.
This also means I have to cancel dinner with my father - a situation one wouldn't exactly call lamentable. One time for things evening out in the end.
All caught up on Lance month! Man, that was two days straight but damn does it feel nice. Good thing is, looking through all those pictures and recommendations, I have a slew of new ideas and themes as well as so much good fic I'm tempted to write off the entire month. Working vacation! I could dig it.
I'm so irrational about spending money. Newsprint is no object - clothes, as much as I love them, I practically cry about. Plane tickets to New York and Los Angeles? If I can even pretend to swing it I will - the MiniDisc player that'll be good for god only knows how long and will keep me from going insane on the plane and the camera which would capture the experience forever I hem and haw about for two weeks before and after. However, with copious hugs to
pierydys, the puppyshelter folks, and various downloading programs, my popslash footage archive has definitely reached the point of keeping stuff on CD-Rs being irrational, and as a result I have committed to drop whatever 80 gig external hard drives are going for these days. I'd like to do a recommendation outside of current festivities:
The Fine Details by Arsenic
Taylor giggled. "Yeah, but you’re the funny one, and that'll get you farther in almost every situation."
"It got me Lance," Chris whispered to her.
She considered this, watching Lance slump over onto JC, laughing so hard he could barely breath. "You guys…it’s not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but um. You didn't have to go all mroaw on me. I mean, I'm sure Lance and JC can get and would prefer not-fourteen-year-old dates."
"Lance would really like to be able to escort both present members of the Eustace line on either arm, and JC wants to be carried down the red carpet by Joey. Neither of them can have what they want, though, and if you haven’t noticed, both of them are pretty fucking entranced by you. So maybe we were getting a bit into our own melodrama. We do that sometimes. But…we all wanted you, Tay. That part was real."
Before Chris even knew what had happened, Taylor had thrown her arms around his shoulders in a lightning-quick hug and then disengaged, heading for her own room. "I'm glad you won."
When she had shut the door behind her, Lance rolled off of JC and the two of them stared up at Chris, panting. Finally, Lance asked, "You think I want you for your sense of humor?"
That was an egregiously long quote, but it still doesn't even begin to resemble doing justice to the story. There's even Chris' youngest sister in there, and kids usually make me bristle and run hard and fast in the opposite direction. But Arsenic writes witty, heartfelt interaction, a Britney I feel overwhelming compassion for, and does right by every single boy along the way as well. Taylor is the focus, but it's really everyone's story.
As a sidenote, this is apparently a sequel. Obviously, I haven't read the first, but I didn't feel like I was missing anything. Go be utterly enchanted.
