And I'm spent.

All the athletic!Justin of the past few days has made me a verra, verra happy gal. There should be action figures so I could fond-- err, collect them all. Yes. According to the watchful eyes of dacey, he's also acquired some notable hickeys despite not having been seen with la girlfriend for a while now. This goes so deliciously with the threesome I plotted over my morning coffee and bagel, it makes my toes curl. *winks at Maggie*

Oh, and yes, woke up to Lambs in London news this morning (thanks to luvscratches for the Sun article). And as a bonus, Lance is quoted as saying another *NSYNC project is a "100 percent" go. *squee!*

My goodness, Nick and Paris look adorable together. She cooks for him! And they kiss and dance in public! You know, as much as I adore thinking and writing about the boys like that, photographic evidence is always of the good. *goes to last year's JoLa Super Bowl happy place*

And it would seem I'm applying to go to Paris for six weeks and study pre-revolutionary France. Mmm, sounds fantastic.

Spent the afternoon crashed on a friend's couch cribbing his second season Queer As Folk DVDs. Four episodes in a row, yo, and wow, I've missed it. Although it is nice not to have to wait for episodes. But watching Brian fall in love with Justin, hugging him in the middle of the street - it's a bit surreal and beautiful at the same time. But Michael, oh, Michael. But then, have I ever said much of anything else in that department. I'd almost forgotten how magnificent a bastard Brian could be. *sigh*

RJ screeching along to I Believe in a Thing Called Love is a thing of great amusement, and I'm glad I had a chance to overhear it.

The Cartercest film gives me hope that the rest of our dirty popslash fantasies could come true, too. Come on! They're brothers! What's a little nookie between bandmates if we can go there?

They called me in to work tonight. I'd had idle thoughts all afternoon of 'Hm, what if I could just try the working five nights thing?' Well, apparently, the one day I forget my phone at home, the whole world tries to get hold of me - no fewer than three people begging me to come in and cover their shifts. Miraculously, I was out by nine. That's ass-kickin' speed for you. Watch out or eat my dust, yo. Also, got my first story assignment tonight! And Lo Mein! Although that last one was all me.

This will come in handy when I call around for someone to cover my Monday night shift. Because Miranda and I are so at the midnight Virgin release party in Orlando. Whoot! One week!

( JC on the Tonight Show )

Quote of the Day:

"This is only my first record so you guys stick with me - we've got depression and drug addiction to go through."
-Justin accepting his Brit award for International Male Artist of the Year

Oh, and the event pictures? All. About. Trace. Homeboy looked smashing in his pinstriped suit!

Can humans do what prophets say?

I'm eavesdropping in on the endlessly fascinating negotiation of a crisis situation - an eleventh-hour fax about the main suspect in a campus homicide being officially charged with first-degree murder. There's frantic shouting, pained groans, hectic negotiations and general hair-tearing insanity going on back and forth in the newsroom. Editors and beat reporters who went home twenty minutes ago are on their way back and people who were looking forward to getting out early are looking at being over deadline to get the paper to the publisher. Cameron and Laura are cutting stories, using photos as jumps, trying to bargain with the sports editor, Greg, to move the previously Page One story about some football wunderkind being drafted after his second year here.

They were gonna walk across the street soon. This was going to be a short, eminently forgettable paper full of feature pieces on Student Government candidates (and not even for president). Now, we've cut two articles entirely, chopped at least a couple of inches off two more, and there still won't be the kind of front-page layout that a story of this magnitude deserves, but damned if we won't try to make it happen in spite of all the odds.

I love my job.

In other news (heh), I'd kill for a backrub. Also, for as short a paper as we're having tomorrow, I'm on my fourth article.

"How many Alligator staffers does it take to open a can of pears?"
-Casey

Obviously, we're writers, not engineers. In our defense, it was some newfangled can opener that had no readily discernible logic to it. But man were we sad for a moment there. Oh, and speaking of, we have a new copy editor, which means I've got Monday off! Miranda, it's all you and me, baby.

There's a big difference between satisfying food and just food. That gyro and fries from Farah's just now? My soul feels sated.

[ETA: Make that five.] It's really too bad we deal solely in rules, not guidelines, when it comes to headlines.

And damn it, forgot to tape Smallville and Angel again. I so badly need a TiVo in my life.

Jon just called me a savvy, sexass bitch who rocks her accessories. Essentially. In any case, I'm taking it and running.

Best headline ever:

Innovating SG Access over Keg

All three of our contending Student Government political parties in one headline and about a thousand times more interesting than the content. Had there only been beer at the debate, I could've used it, too.

And I said it wasn't a headline-writing night. Pshaw.