Waaaaaah!

And of course isilya's gone to bed (like every other reasonable person) and isn't here to squeal with me but Justin! With is utterly, utterly insufferable cuteness! He's so cute I almost can't stand it! My toes, my poor little toes! How is he this impossibly adorable? How does he have all the charm and easygoing free spirit of a ten-year-old and manage to have grown up in a business that specializes in jading and cynicism? With his little hats and his toothy grin and yeah, watching AlbumLaunch here, of which I apparently missed the first half because I'm sitting here squealing like a little girl at all the uber!sweetness that is this kid who owns his own candy *factory* and is determined to make a new mold for his next trick. Aieee!


Also, I might be a little loopy from too much garlic and no sleep. Endorphin intoxication man, try it sometime.

second in the series of 'My Grammar Guy Rocks!' posts

Went to see him today to drop off my revised homework. Ended up asking him about the possible fluke responsible for my inability to properly conjugate verbs in context.

He said he'd be happy to look at a sample of my writing, which is righteous on its own.

He went on to suggest that, quite possibly, I am merely expressing a metaphysical grammar whose logic lies deeper than the conscious mind of most people can fathom.

Yes, he actually said that.

Love him. Love him.

be we in Paris or in Lansing...

All of you? Beautiful people. Every last one of you, even if we've never met, because the bulk of that scale as far as I'm concerned has to do with your wit and wisdom, of which I'm constantly awed. Send me those who wrong you and they shall be duly punished, even if I'm not the tallest or strongest kid on the playground anymore.

By the way, caught up on y'all now. E-mail next, promise promise promise!

That said, I am as pleased as the next puppy lover about Lance's newly-acquired buffness, but seriously, I'm just happy to see him smile those smiles and make the uber!dorky faces he does again. If I could make a wish for this new year's, it'd be happiness for that boy.

My roommate is going to Snowshoe! She's leaving Wednesday after next for a two-day mini-vacation. I'd call it the miniskirt of vacations, but it's damn cold in West Virginia, yo. So psyched for her!

Speaking of cold, eep! High for tomorrow in Atlanta is supposed to be 36 degrees. And no snow flurries. Damn fickle weather phenomena.

I will use the line "It's only forever; not long at all" in some incarnation.

I've got a fic open right now that's titled How to Explain Gay Sex to a Minor in Eastern Germany Without Losing Your Cool. You know you want to know, too.

Blech. Laundry and class yet. Then shopping and good food and talk of the future. Competence in two out of three is good enough for hunter/gatherer, right?

Jon gets RPS. This still does not fail to make me giddy. Even if it was actually I who misunderstood and compartmentalized the whole thing initially. Which is still amusing to no end whatsoever. Got over that right quick.