I needed this because I don't have everything else going on right now, you see.

Apparently, I am going out for Guys & Dolls, a venture that stands to break my heart in the short run, but one for which I'll absolutely hate myself for not even trying. I can sing! I can dance! We're not talking lead here - I just want to be a part of it.

Today happened with no particular bang. It was pleasant enough, to be sure, and my hair is doing this cute but completely out of character curling thing in the front. KickBo was fine, but I don't know if it's for me. Smallville's dream sequence with Lex and Clark was contrived and left me tearing at my hair, though the rest of the episode was well done. Also, it can't be said enough just how good a wet Clark is. Mmm.

walkingshadow is an evil insinuator of irresistable thoughts that have consumed no fewer than three hours of my life tonight alone and stand to do a lot more damage before they're through with me. Three words for you: high school AU. Oh, look at the pretty picture of Lance sitting on the curb waiting for his after-school ride, she says. I squee along and paste in another one where he's sitting back on some stairs, laughing in the drama room...

And before I realize what's going on, Joey is the senior drama darling and best friends with JC, the school photographer, while Justin will have to settle for playing some obscure chorus role like Boy #2 despite his school-long resume because he's a lowly freshman. Chris comes in as the eccentric new acting teacher/play director who's probably going to have them do Zombie Prom as the spring musical and casts utterly inexperienced, elective-credit-needing Lance as Eddie Flagrante because he's the closest thing they've got to a true baritone.

The only reason at all why this will happen? Well, two. One is that we've got pictures for practically all the main plot points. Two is that this is most decidedly going to be JoLa, and for such a hardcore OTP girl, I really am not exemplary in contributing to my cause.

I want you baby, I want you, but I guess love don't love me

Have I mentioned my pet theory that the song was written about Lance?

( Journalistic developments. )

Is there anything anyone would like to see me write? Go on, tell me to set aside the vampire, high school, New York, and detective AUs and work on something you'd actually have a chance of reading in the foreseeable future. All of those are the kind of epic that pretty much require I stay in the fandom another couple of years to finish them.

I'm a big pervy foot fetishist, and JC has not only aesthetically pleasing arches (very important) but insanely cute toes, too. Even his toes! Absurd, man. Also, how weird is that I eyed Ocean Drive magazine not once but twice during my magazine shopping excursion last week? The only reason I passed it by was because I had to get back for class.

Susie on Monday! Must wash car and clean house this weekend, as well as read Bonfire, take care of some personal affairs, and for goodness' sake, get some Starbucks coffee already.

Step tonight if I have any will to live left after Statistics lab, but I might make it there on principle alone following my spectacular display of ineptness in not doing this past Sunday's final combination right even once.

Also, I might be insanely pleased with this mood icon. Burst out laughing when I first saw it, and it still makes me snicker.