they wanna make it in the neighborhood

Last night, I was home before midnight. On a Monday! Before nine, even! Yesterday really was such a coup in so, so many ways - we talked about obscenity in Law of Mass Comm, lunch at Broward was fabulous, I had all the insightful answers during Online Comm as we discussed the definition of what's a document and the Internet being treated and governed like print media in law, wrangled eight points on an exam from a week ago from Foley, who also gladly acceeded to serve as a reference for my resume, Writer Bridget, Desk Chief Natalie and I nearly blew off work when we found out Bridget Jones was released early but settled for swooning over Colin Firth, and Ryan One-of-Three shook his head at us but made a Copy Desk-only Starbucks run anyway. Darling boy didn't even need to ask what I wanted. I [heart] yesterday.

I love how we're all one by one slowly succumbing to Harry Potter fic. It's like the worst kind of crack from the shadiest dealer ever, either totally addictive or the worst trip ever depending on the batch, but we all get there eventually and damned if we don't come back for more depending on your level of masochism - I read all of If You Are Prepared, which I'm sorry to the ladies who recommended it, was among the most unnecessarily drawn-out, cliched, badly written, grating kind of torrid, tawdry romance novel stuff, and haven't lost faith.

That Justin and Keri-girl remix of Headsprung? Awesome. He harmonizes with himself! It's all swoony and booty-shaking good.

Today was pretty cool as well. McKeen, in suit pants and dress shirt and Superman tie, lectured in Ethics about why people hate journalists and the role of pop culture in shaping these misconceptions. Mostly though, he talked, and I took avid notes and hopefully didn't look dreamy enough to draw attention. Redeemed my cards for a free Subway lunch of Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki sandwichmmm, and lab was slow enough to allow a few wee naps. Also, my dark-gray-with-pink-pinstripes H&M blazer is even hotter than I knew, one compliment and two check-outs later on my walk home. Rawr.

( Fandom Catch-Up! )

Now if I could just write something besides gushy LJ entries and the HTML would cooperate even a little bit, we'd be in business.

( In the meantime, a little real-world social consciousness. )

However, while there's more interim Rake sequel fic (*snogs synecdochic*) my continued presence here borders on the ridiculous. Ta!

Quotes of the Day:

"I'm thankful that 'Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell,' by Susanna Clarke, was almost as good as its lyrical first reviews... but it's not Harry Potter for grown-ups, as so many of them said. Harry Potter is Harry Potter for grown-ups, you dweebs."
- Stephen King

"Watching the Madison Square Garden concert. Why did I never notice before how nice JC's butt looks in his space cowboy pants? Probably because no one really looks at the back with what's happening in the front, but nevertheless."
- seeksasylum

"Don't get excited, he's not over forty-five."
- a cheeky Ryan One-of-Three as he flips through a men's magazine's modeling section as I stood by his shoulder making a phone call

Just waded through all the AMA footage...

You know, they think this coy act is cute, but I swear if this relationship goes down with JC never once, just once, saying Eva's name on the record, I'll cry. Not asking for sweeping declarations here, just a quick, errant soundbyte. *pout*