Sep. 4th, 2003

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Journalism guy distinctly did not like my article. To the point of no credit didn't like. Personally, I'm affronted, and shall take it up with His Narrowmindedness over e-mail.

Reporting is still a hoot. Professor Foley is fantastically entertaining. I sat next to my high school senior class' student body president. She waved me over, not that we've ever said more than three words to each other. Perhaps even in total. But she's nice, she's gripy about her class, too, and we passed the five minutes before class began splendidly. High school politics is even worse crap than the real stuff.

I'm updating and sundry, but apparently what I should really be doing is writing Joey/Lance using the words calendar, clock, and painting. This sounds suspiciously like the platform for a Justin-planned/JC-orchestrated outing involving storyboarded three-year plans.

The (alleged) new JC song lyrics? Whether or not it should come to pass that it's really his doing, my only comment will be to ask where he got his inspiration. Well, if they let me have two, I'd like to know why it's in the first person.

Four hours of Statistics to cram in before 6:15. *kicks DHNet*
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This picture twisted my gut when I first came across it. I wasn't in the fandom for the whole Wade fiasco, from when they started writing together to when they were rumored to have one woman too many in common. But this moment right here - it's pretty damn awesome. This was pretty epic as friendships go and I'm glad to have a chance to see them like this, however briefly.

Haunting Me by Cherry

They never stop, and Chris likes that for a while, doesn't even mind the constant closeness of Lynn and Diane and the other guys because it keeps his mind off the things that still whisper darkly in the corners of his brain. Memories not quite faded, the sounds of breath and skin, the smell of Justin lingering on his sheets for days. They're so busy that there's no time for anything more than the occasional, vaguely inappropriate touch or too-long glance on the bus or in dressing rooms, nothing that Chris can't write off as a hazard of close quarters, even if he doesn't believe it.

It reminds me of Synchronik's Favor in the same way that Chris spends the story lying to himself about Justin. Except Justin's got it a lot more figured out than Chris thinks, and say what you want, but personally, sixteen-year-old Justin having the confidence of self-knowledge and the gall to go after the man almost ten years his senior? Very, very hot.

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