Words can't bring me down.

There is nothing like getting home after an ass o'clock in the morning lab and pouring yourself a bowl of cereal before finding out there's only milk enough in your refrigerator for about a quarter of it.

*sigh*

However, my hair, dyed once and again last night thanks to the help of one brave and patient xalxuffasch, rocks a hardcore I am glad to intimately experience, and in my world, that makes up for more than what it would for most others.

This is a whole lot of update.

Sometimes, just stating the obvious is fun. Being profound can get monotonous. ;)

Firstly: I'm making a Best of *NSYNC compilation (a 2 CD set, I've come to accept), some objective, some subjective. If anyone would like to offer their favorite (for whatever reason) track suggestions, they'd be greatly appreciated.

( The definite list so far. )

Also on the musical front, I want to have the babies of the person, vegetable, mineral or other, who/that wrote this review of A.D.I.D.A.S. (finder's credit to jchalo). If he/she/it had just mentioned the awesomeness of the introductory guitar riff, I'd know I've ( found my soulmate: )

My love for this song, as you all know, is shamelessly unholy, so to hear someone wax articulately poetic about its merits instead of just getting bogged down in its admitted inanity is so fucking cool I could just snog him/her/it senseless.

And now, because this kudos is equally justified (heh), ( excerpts from a review of Justin's concert in Glasgow, Scotland )

Anyway. ( School stuff. )

( States I haven't been to (it's shorter this way): )

Outside the States - I'm from Hungary, and took trips I was too young to remember much of to Greece and Romania. I've been to England on a four-hour stopover, just long enough to have fantastic English pizza, and also to Germany under similar circumstances minus the good pizza. I went to Australia and New Zealand on a group outing the summer before my sophomore year of high school - two of the most amazing and memorable weeks of my life. We drove by bus from Sydney to Brisbane and flew to Auckland, from which we drove to Rotorua, got horrendously stinky in the sulfur springs, and flew back home the next day. Yeah, our fellow passengers loved us.

Happy belated birthday to Orlando Bloom, who should keep doing just as he is - period pieces involving skimpy Grecian battle gear, English rentboys, flitty elf princes and pirates. Oh, Orlando. You bring such joy to my life.

I think gay cowboy movies should be the new de rigeur of mainstream Hollywood. That way all the touted up-and-coming actors would be clamoring for scripts and all the veterans looking to kickstart their careers would be giving their agents a call, too, and wouldn't it all be so grand?

I'm a whim away from jumping into the ficlet request meme fray. Because I am masochistic and clearly insane.

The boys singing Can't Get Next To You makes me intensely happy. They all get solos! Even Lance, who must've had a hearty prescription for Allegra for the length of the tour, as he's otherwise seemingly allergic to them. Such a shame, that.

( On Lance's voice... )

I saw the article on the gay penguins a few months back, but the thought of the two males fostering the young parents' extra egg doesn't get any less absolutely adorable.

Mmm. Why yes, I am Ingelhoffer's bitch. Best. Mustard. Ever. However, I need bananas, cereal, and crunchy peanut butter. More shopping soon.

And not only was the second day of the semester not too soon to lock myself out, but doing it again exactly a week later wasn't too soon. Stupid fire drills! It's cold outside! Don't tell xalxuffasch, but I was only hugging him for his body heat for the first 45 seconds. I don't usually get lonely or terribly clingy physically, but tonight was just one of those nights, and he's a fantastic commiseration buddy, tall enough to rest his chin on my head, and obliging.

Oh, and last but certainly not least, ( fic: )

Also (yeah, I cheated), huge, huge hugs and thanks to Schiz, decidedly one of the most incredibly generous and thoughtful, wonderful friends in all the world, and not just because there's a Burberry scarf on its way to me as we speak, but that particular detail, right just now, is a big, big reason for why I'm waxing poetic about her virtues.

That is all. (And not a moment too soon, I'm sure.)

Quote of the Day:

stamplet found a Basement Jaxx concert-goer's review of a recent show: Hell, I thought I'd die before getting to hear 'Plug It In.' The dude singing tried his best but afterwards, cis and I were like "JC Chasez MAKES 'Plug It In.'"

Which isn't anything the band hasn't said, but it doesn't get any less cool to hear.

[ETA: Good golly. Five minutes in and I'm head-over-heels in love with Smallville again. Wow. Just, wow. Why is Lex in an asylum? Why do I find him oddly hot in that awful lighting and those heinous scrubs?]

Bwahahaha!

( Cut for spoilers. )

Why have I not been watching this show?