Do you know just how many lines of muscle you have in your torso?

Well, I coughed this morning and found right out. Ow. Exercise good, but definitely looking to get back into it to the point where I don't have to walk around feeling like a big bruise the next day.

Dude, CNN talked about how Isabel is going to "suck up" all our weather, but this is fantastic! Next to no humidity, not a cloud in our blue, blue sky, about 70 degrees outside temperature. I was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt and didn't even come close to breaking a sweat walking to/from class.

Journalism lab... is still journalism lab. The guy doesn't like my perfectly relevant ideas, seeming to prefer stories on the Study Abroad Fair, the news value of which, as an event that has gone on for years, is in the negatives as far as I'm concerned. Whatever. I intend to do well in the lecture portion and pull up the grades with style quizzes and the occasional extra credit article. I'm going to get one of these feature pieces he gave me a D- on published and then tell him to shove his credentials up his ass. That's the plan.

The additional bitterness from having to get up for this at 6:45 in the morning, resulting in decidedly not!optimal!Jules? Doesn't help.

Anyhow, done with that. All!girl!Sync is somewhat surprisingly progressing well. Statistics lab is cancelled due to the test, and hallelujah for small favors. Tonight will be my choice of aerobics classes and with any luck, some around-town meandering with Miranda.

Things I'm not thinking about: JC's SNL appearance being changed to TBA. That I could fly to New York for $140.

Things I am clinging to: Lance's unbelieveable goober!hotness and the undimished sexiness of foreign languages.

Because the one on sanity is always a tenuous grip.

[ETA: Forgot a few songs off my Top Twenty, though I wouldn't change any of the ones that made the list. Adding The Verve's Bittersweet Symphony as well as Joydrop's Swan Song to the selections, as my world is a better place because of them, and I'd be remiss in not giving proper due.]

Ha! ( The meme that foiled my perfectly well-progressing plans for a morning brood. )

Rawr, baby.

Was I the only one who missed this announcement?

Joey returns to the stage as Danny in Grease

According to Joe Fatone, Sr., in an interview with Kid Cruz of Orlando's 106.7fm, Joey will play the lead role of Danny in the musical Grease starting November 20, 2003 and running until November 23, 2003 at the Linda Chapin Theatre in Orlando, Florida. Auditions for other parts were held on September 4th. The cast also includes Alfonso Ribeiro (Carlton from The Fresh Prince), and Jeff Conway who stared in the original movie as Kenickie will join Joey and the cast as DJ Vince Fontaine.

Performance Dates are: November 20, 21, and 22, 2003, at 8:00 P.M. and November 23, 2003, at 3:00 P.M. Please Call (407) 224-5478 for ticket info.
-from the official site, posted 09.10.2003

Dude. So, so there. By the way, when I called the venue to order tickets ($50 for orchestra, $40 for balcony), the lady told me there were backstage passes available for an additional $50 that include a cast meet & greet, your choice of third or second row seat, and an autographed poster. *meep* Needless to say, I've been bouncing around like a chipmunk on crack since finding out.

Justin Month, Day Eighteen

Not only do I find this photoshoot criminally hot in ways that I don't generally associate with Justin, but this picture will always remind me of Rhys' Experiment, one of the most genius pieces of fic ever.

Fashion by Scotty

If anyone had bothered to ask Justin when things had started to fall apart, he would have pointed to that day. During Arts & Crafts. They were just making t-shirts and it all went away.

Aah, speculative future fic. I love seeing what people think will happen after the group, who does what and who stays in touch and how things change, but I especially like reading about what doesn't change. Here, that's Justin's love for JC and the way it still lingers and haunts him however he does or does not get to express it.