Stuff.

Reporting professor is very, very cool. As is my TA from MMC2100 last fall, who seemed happy to see me. I managed maybe three words of my plight before he said, "And you're completely freaked out." Hm, I wonder if it was my defensive posture, the small voice, or that I couldn't look straight at him while saying it. So we talked, he reassured me and offered his help anytime, which was right decent of him. Though upon speaking to another TA, I found out that my TA's syllabus really is as ridiculous as I felt, so we're dropping it like a hot potato to be taken over the summer.

TV & Electronic culture is not for me, but my Lit prof was likewise pleased to see me again. I owe him a conversation about slash fiction, after all.

minniem is spreading rumors that Lance had dinner with Ted and Thom from Queer Eye... last Tuesday, to which I can only giggle and hope he picked up a few tricks. Tips. I should be asleep right now, just go with it.

Finally, Chris was at the DC show last night, and that's as it should be. Confirmation of a forthcoming *NSYNC album and Justin's "brother from another mother" intro were lovely bonuses though.

I already posted about new DragonCon plans (the chance to egg Kevin J. Anderson alone will be worth the price of admission).

Am I really awake?

I went to the 8:30 Advertising section, but as there is no real distinction besides early morning and 3:00 in the afternoon, you can guess what I'm going with.

Coming out of class, I had the loveliest text message from my darling silentfire. *hugs* Friday, baby, Friday! It's a habit I could get into. You should, too.

[ETA: *snogs without_me* He does! In broad daylight! On Hollywood Boulevard! Because he luuurves his best friend, pesky things like threat of bodily harm and annoying tourists be damned. *melts*]

I made the mistake of not checking my schedule to see where my new Research for Journalism class is being held and after getting an incorrect location and even worse directions from the advising office, I therefore spent the first thirty minutes wandering around campus, map in hand, feeling like a lost little freshman all over again. The class ended up being painless enough, but the professor is very cool, so it'll be good times there.

On the depressing end of things, I picked up a checklist for my major in the Journalism office and realize that I've taken exactly one of the core necessary courses. How no one's kicked my ass about this yet, I can't even fathom. Not that I didn't fully expect myself to be a second year senior, but still, man. I've seen enough advisors during my time here for *someone* to say something.

According to by far the most unscientific survey I've ever taken, I'd be most likely to fuck Lance. Which is bunk, actually, but like one of the main tenets of journalism says, consider your source.

And now off to History of Journalism, which is such a home run all around I'd seriously take it for hours every day.

Gravity's bringing me down.

On the academic front, I spoke with yet more advisors today, none of whom could put me in a different lab section or help me in any way I haven't already thought of/tried myself. See, I knew, I knew there was another shoe just waiting to drop all that time everyone in academic advising told me everything was fine and I was on track for my studies. Well it's dropped like a teenage boy's voice during puberty now, and I'm left to put the pieces together without going insane in the process. War's not over until tomorrow though, so tonight, I refortified and prepared yet more strategy.

*sigh* I just feel like I've done everything within my power, talked to everyone I should, went to the classes, checked out all my options, and I still don't think it's going to work out by tomorrow night but there is simply nothing more that I can possibly do. And it sucks. I despise limbo almost more than bad news.

Feeling whimsical, I filled out powrhug's survey:

Which NSYNC member would you most want to...
1. kiss? JC
2. have a relationship with? (as in date) Joey
3. marry? Lance
4. have a one-night, meaningless stand with? Justin
5. have a long conversation with? JC
-What are some of the things you’d ask him? I'd talk to him about songwriting, inspiration, his interests, where he likes to go to think
6. (which two) see in a relationship? Justin and JC
7. (which two) actually watch having sex? Joey and Lance
8. have kids with? JC (he'll have the most gorgeous, talented babies, whatever inevitably inferior creature he ends up with)
9. be just friends with? Chris
10. be for a day? Why? Justin - come on now, wouldn't anyone?

What does it say about me that the answers as to whom I would marry versus whose children I'd want don't coincide?

My love affair with McKeen and History of Journalism continues to blossom and thrive. He's written books on Bob Dylan, teaches a class called the History of Rock & Roll and was the primary consultant for a compendium of said topic. He's fabulous.

All the text messaging today was grand fun, thanks to everyone who played. Isi though, I know she has nothing but love in her heart of hearts for me, and that she'd never keep JC's single a second longer from my grubby paws than it would take for her to dial the phone and push play. *g*

I'm not quite prepared to pay money for any publication with the twins Olsen on the cover. And yet, I really liked a lot of the stuff in the current issue of Rolling Stone.

Oh. Huh. One slot in another lab section opened up. It appears as though I'll be in lab tomorrow morning... at 7:30. Not sure that's an improvement. *heavy sigh*

Many people said lots of lovely things about the two ficlets I posted, which I very much appreciate. I might really, really like my Lambs scene. I like the idea of them at this stage of their lives, both of them having experienced things, grown up and come to terms with themselves and in the eyes of others.

*hugs to slimslash* She of the generous heart and gleeful squeeing. Kevin is the premium in hotness tonight, Sting is adorable hammy or befuddled, Nick loves Howie a whole lot, and Brian sings much too beautifully to merit his bad rep. Where's the love, yo? Seriously.

Miranda and I went for Italian-turned-Mexican food (I so resisted the proper conjunction) and Starbucks coffee but fuck I'm wiped. Today was just... long. Doing everything within your power is exhausting, yo.

But! This! From missoutcast: UK Radio premiere for "A Lover's Prayer" on August 15th - Robin Gibb will be Steve Wright's guest on his afternoon show, Friday August 15th. Steve will interview Robin, AND, première Robin's fantastic new single "A Lover's Prayer" on British radio. "A Lover's Prayer" is a remake of the Bee Gees song on "Still Waters" (1997) and features guest vocals by Wanya Morris (BoyzIIMen) and Lance Bass (*NSYNC).

Coda! CodaCodaCodaCoda! *loves*

Battle cry! Who is that, rampaging over the steppes! It is Jules, hands clutching a burning branch! And with an ominous howl, her voice cometh: "I'm going to hump you with such wanton cruelty, your blood will flow counter-clockwise!"

Rawr, baby. Or you know, euw and slightly creepy.

Required reading for tomorrow: Lambs college AU. Because apparently, when it's not actively All About the JoLa or alluringly Bassez-flavored, it's all Lambies, all the time 'round here. Baaah!

Friday! plum_evil! Road trip! silentfire! Atlanta! *clings to happy thoughts*