I foresee at the minimum an ulcer as part of my semester-end accomplishments.

xalxuffasch was a darling boy for not smacking me in all the bitching I did about the world at large last night, on top of willingly dragging himself to three different bookstores and a Spec's Music. Where it should be noted I scored *NSYNC and two Backstreet posters for a whole dollar apiece. Swag! Also, extras! The *NSYNC poster is the No Strings cover and the Backstreet poster is just pretty, and they're free to good homes to whoever places first dibs.

Got the article done and I didn't even have to run to hand it in on time. A million and one thanks to the lovely and eloquent plum_evil, to whom I owe at least a ritual sacrifice. How's about a media disc instead? ;) Honorable mentions to giddyupnow as well - thank you ladies both. Let's try and make next week's venture a little farther from home and not quite so 6:30 in the morning, eh? However, there are worse ways to wake up than Justin on my local news.

Pictures! There are pictures from JC's Tuesday night performance in Vegas! And of course, the lovely review from dizmo. Did we mention he and Lance dueted on the Beatles' birthday song? Because, wow, that was my composure rolling over to show its white little belly and pleading no contest. *meep* In other news, I am judiciously ignoring the big red 'indefinite' stamp on the album itself.

So, Justin's new video. I'm torn as to my favorite part - the intense hotness that is Justin slouching in the backseat of that cab, which is, like, a thousand and one limousine/car sex fics come true, or the girl who walks past him in Times Square and makes the was-that-really?-oh-my-god-it-so-was-eee! face, which really is so, so cute.

Huh. I just made myself a sandwich. Like, there was the cutting of meat and washing/slicing of vegetables and two different kinds of toppings and yeah, real food. It was good. Which is no good at all, as it took entirely too long to accomplish without a sink in my room.

Can't this week be over yet? Mommy?

Justin Month, Day Three

Now that DHNet has seen fit to cooperate again...



Besdies this is my second favorite hair phase (if me must insist on hating the curls), it's also my second favorite Justin phase, only exacerbated by the pseudo-business attire. Yeah, he could be an Abercrombie model or a law intern and looking at the picture wouldn't tell you otherwise, that he is in fact an international popstar who already owns the world but for a deed at the ripe old age of twenty-two and his only mission is to make you dance. I love his not a boy, not yet a man look here, like he's trying on something from his dad's wardrobe but the line of his jaw's already losing its roundness.

Full Circle by Rhys

You met up with Chris the next day, and you told him that you knew a guy who could sing with heart and soul, who would be perfect for the group because music was his life, and it flowed through his veins.

You left out the part about loving him.

It's sweet and wonderful and very much in theme with my own evening. Rhys' Justin is this combination of impulsive but confident, considerate human being that's absolutely charming.