"What we're going for here is neither English nor grammar, but style." -Professor Foley

[aruan]

There's nothing like wanting something and being able to have it without ritual sacrifice, accruing debt, or significant effort. Last night, it was a grilled fish sandwich from Cafe Gardens. We've never had dinner there - the outside perimeter is strung with rope lights and lanterns, the Florida wildlife maintained a civil distance for the most part, there was even a light breeze and really, that's pretty much the best you could hope for.

Wore my Striptified concert shirt around campus all day and mostly succeeded in not feeling self-conscious. Remaining issues resolved entirely as the girls behind the counter at the new Ben & Jerry's across the street individually chatted me up about Christina and Justin. They make a mean mint chocolate chunk, too. Mmm.

So, Wade and his gorgeously sculpted sweaty chest? *meep* I lust in deep, deep shame.

Read Bubble Gum by Cappucino this morning and dude. Dude. I was all about the Timbertrick until that ending. Totally socked it to me. Go read, it's beyond breathtaking.

Tonight consisted of good sushi, Starbucks coffee, and the general madness that our games of Trivial Pursuit tend to descend into. We made Conan's monologue in the Murphree commons and stuck it out through 'If They Mated,' a segment Miranda was ill-prepared for but rolled with soon enough. Good times.

Comments

[ramblinround.livejournal.com]

Read Bubble Gum by Cappucino this morning and dude.
God, isn't it incredible?

[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

It so, so is. I was much too tired last night to go running around for links, but I'll probably end up reccing it for this month and not feel the least bit guilty that it's only a quarter Justin's story. I adore the impulsive-yet-caring characterization of Justin (hello, human being after all), Chris' metered ambivalence then falling hard because yeah, he's the type who'd test a person's every resolve and Justin takes/meets it all, JC's mellow reclusivity stemming not from some kind of detachment, naivete, or insecurity, but the lack of need to prove himself to anyone, and Lance, oh Lance and his very real moral/personal conflict with being gay and the overwhelming impossibilities of living his life that way. Plus the beautiful storytelling, but that ending. Man, that ending. I am such the hapless sucker for the let's-run-away-together-even-though-that's-all-we'd-have romance - some of my favorite endings include Experiment and Easy Come, Easy Go (before things... go awry - They were almost packed! *cue Jules sobbing every. damn. time.) And this is already in addition to the fact that I adore AU stories beyond words because of the idea that they'd all end up together no matter what the circumstances of their lives. I think I need to write one where they all decide for whatever reason to run away from their lives as pop stars, perhaps involving organic farming and a tiny town barely on any map so even if someone happened by to recognize them, they'd never find the place again.

There needs to be a restaurant AU as well. I might enjoy that show (okay, okay, mostly Rocco) something fierce.