the day in repose

Vortex will be an angstfest and a half. There's so, so, so much makeup sex in their future from the first three episodes alone I can't even fathom what else they'll have time for.

Hot damn. Even having sat in the refrigerator all night those oatmeal peanut butter chip cookies taste heavenly. I need to become a baking folk singer-freelance writer in some mountains somewhere. Who knew college would be this helpful?

Why are you still here when there's Lennie's delightful Buying A Clue you could be reading? Or jenn's brief but too good to have hoped for Metropolis romp snippet to get into?

Love love love to the fabulous girls who run the puppyshelter. This is almost Pre!Sync footage, and I'm simply quivering with the joy.

I resent ignorant people who insist on being judgmental. Get your own fucking lives. Word to Justin, who sang it more eloquently than I can ever manage, much less right now. Sigh. It's already hard to love something (ever notice that it's always other people's interests that seem bizarre, but when you list off Slash and pop music it's perfectly natural?) Don't hassle the good citizenry just because they happen to know me for the person that I am, not the bitch you'd like to believe.

I think I spent thirty minutes on the JJB Board before I wanted to find a way to put my hands permanently over my eyes and ears and scream from the utter inanity. However, for the better or worse news was gleaned beneath the rubble. Read at will, and considering the source, a healthy-sized grain of salt:

-As of September 23, Lance is back in Star City. He won't be on the October flight, but ostensibly has hopes for April.
-JC and Justin may or may not be speaking as a result of Jive's refusal to back JC's efforts at a solo album.
-Joey is an absolute doll to the fans after each RENT show and signs everyone's Playbills.
-Chris placed third in the Michael Jordan Golf Classic. Hope the Bahamas were kind on the tips of his ears because ow, I've been there.


Sigh. Today is better over. Tomorrow holds a test for which studying would be an insult to my intelligence, but then. Then my friends, Miranda and I are going to party like it's 1999.


Quote of the Day:
"[What] she's really worried about [is] Hurricane Eva."
-Jon's dad

::smirk:: I've had my fingers crossed for one ever since we moved to Florida. Early birthday gifts give me a happy.

odds and ends

Heh. We spent three and a half hours baking cookies on Sunday night and three and a half minutes making instant Ragu pasta for dinner.

I don't have enough *NSYNC songs out of 3200+ for every other one to come up as such on WinAmp!

There's Lionel/Clark fic on the archive, and I didn't mean with an ampersand.

JC sang onstage with Tony Lucca, who's opening for Marc Anthony's tour. He wrote the song and they collaborated on the music, word has it. I couldn't be happier for the boy. Read a heartwrenching fic about just this the other day. The solo artist thing. All the good juju in the world to him.


I really am not terribly good at taking care of myself sometimes. I have to be reminded to carry an umbrella even as thunder rumbles outside, run to classes because while I wake up for my alarm I deliberately whack it and tell myself I'll get up in a minute, and yet. I have days where I need to write things like 'eat' and 'shower' on my To-Do list. I sit in my chair as my room gets darker not because I'm too lazy to get up and turn on the light but because I genuinely don't notice. Does anybody else's mind get away from them sometimes? Didn't Einstein leave his house without pants on once?

At least I had the presence of mind to wear closed shoes (with matching socks even!) when trudging across our sodden campus today. I'm choosing to believe that counts for something.