Can it be today every day?

I wrote the best thing I've written in a while in journalism lab, after which we spent Reporting googling my professor - his wife sings and has her own web page (the picture on which is a pose I could've gone the rest of my life without seeing); he owns a house and has only gotten a single speeding ticket in his extensive driving career, plays bass, graduated 1970 and worked with such illustrious people as Rick Bragg. Much fun.

I had a lovely lunch in the Plaza of the Americas in which a bunch of middle schoolers were playing some kind of full-contact imaginary softball. I just enjoyed the sun and breeze, which eventually inspired me to take up the outdoor disposable in my room and go on a walking tour of campus. Walked a lot "" but got a few really fabulous shots. I'll put those up at some later point. It's been much too long a day.

Lastly, the ( Meme of Fours )

Another meme.

( Lasts. )

Aaand it's bedtime.

Schiz tomorrow! Joey on Saturday! Disney pools in between! Whee!

We're off to Orlando!

But before that, here's Justin, the cheeky monkey, hocking McDonalds way before they were paying him to smile pretty and croon I'm Lovin' It.



Babies in Europe! Cobblestone streets and sidewalks, all bundled for the weather! For the record, their burgers are about half the size on the continent, but taste remarkably alike.

But wait, there's more!

( Baby!Lambs caught in the act... )

( And Joey! Because this weekend is about him, after all. )

Pictures scanned by me. Share and share alike, kids.

On the road again.

( The punch-drunk drive to Orlando, Disney kerfufflage, and dinner at Planet Hollywood. )

And this, a clip I've been looking for since hearing about it. It's an Access Hollywood segment from Challenge IV, also in Orlando and coincidentally, my very first *NSYNC event. We'd gotten a bit lost in the south of Orlando the day before and found ourselves at Gatorland, where I spotted the boxer shorts Schiz and I are waving (they say Nice Bass.)

Now, that in and of itself is one thing. Me clutching my bosom (and if there was audio, you'd be hearing something appropriately impassioned about Lance) while having been in the fandom less than twenty-four hours at that point? That's saying something.

Not that you all didn't already know I was easy. But yeah, as the record shows, it really was just that fast and hard.





It's never too late to be fourteen.

( A closeup of the boxers. )

With thanks to adeadlykiss and Schiz for the clip and walkingshadow for capping.