A) Having that stupid song "Rainbow Star" stuck in my head (HONESTLY, OP, you had a GREAT opener, and you had number six and then that IDIOTIC seventh? What got into you?)

B) That, as private as I am, I'm willing to post this:

Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on yaoi, favorite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc. If you like, you can repost this in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other.

I dunno.  I do, in fact, reserve the right to hold back if it makes me incredibly uncomfortable, or at the least to email you if you really want to know.  Though, honestly, who could ask me anything I wouldn't feel comfortable writing about is beyond me, given who I know will bother to read this in the first place.

...Also? LUFFY! *SQUEE* I BISH HAPPY. It's odd, 'cause I'm not a HUGE OP fanatic. But... it's a fun series. And my GOD, Zoro's abs and Luffy's sheer insanity make it all worth it.

(This is partly because if you combine Zoro's build with Luffy's insanity... Heeeeee. My favorite person.)

 "Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return(and if inspired), I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.

Please note that "if inspired" bit. And snippet? As in really really short. Because if you think I'll never ever write them (though I'm intrigued to find out what they might be) - there's probably a damn good reason."

Stolen from Evie. 'Cause I felt like it. Not that it's a deal, but hey, thought it might be a reason to post.

Uhm. Shit happened. *Shrug* Whatever.

I <3 Morpheus. That's all.

So... National Coming Out Day was yesterday.  Apparently.  For... the people who either aren't on Aubrey's flist (or can't log in--love you Jen!), I'm going to edit what I said a little, partly also 'cause I'd like to have a record.

*Sigh* So I feel kinda good about that.  Anyway.

Also. Yeah.  Didn't make a deal this year about things, but it's one of my least favorite days coming up.

Going to a party next Saturday, costume theme of "undead or supernatural."  Going as Death, probably.

Had something else to say. Don't remember what it is. I'll think of it.

1) DO HOMEWORK FOR ONCE, idiot.  Namely, math and science.  Primarily.

2) Edit college essay, work on college application.

3) Actually structure the ISP outline in an organized fashion.  Gaspshockhorror.

4) Watch some light British comedy.  ...Or LotR.  While working. (Find Closer season finale.)

5) Actually eat.

6) Figure out the opening scene and write the damn thing.

7) Figure out how to be funny despite a fucking depressing plot.

I  wish I'd been around for the PPC stuff.  Just... damn, that shit's hilarious.

...Also, counselors and parents and teachers annoy me. *Rubs temple* ...No. Scratch that.  People annoy me.  Just about everyone.

*Sigh*

Six years ago today, I was 10, on my way to a little camping trip, and completely and utterly unaware of what was going on in the world.

I cried for an hour or two straight when I found out that Saturday.

And yet, even then, I didn't think Bush was doing the right thing.  Funny how that works.

I wish I'd been watching TDS back then.  Oh well.

(Also, Brenda, from the Closer? Sweet girl, but wow she overreacts.  Fritz did not deserve that. So he had a drinking problem five years earlier, and said he was allergic to alcohol. I can see why he would call it an allergy, and if he doesn't have the problem anymore, give him some slack.  honestly...)

EDIT: "I am an Englishman who just happens to be a librarian." *SNICKERDIESLAUGHING* I love you, Stephen Fry.

*Sighs*

Yeow.

So.

Columbia ED's got a 28% acceptance rate.  And I've scraped a 90 GPA, and even a little higher with my almost perfect straight As this semester thus far.  Which means... eeeh. I may have a shot.  Just a chance. Hope and pray and such... Or hope, at least.  Dunny why the praying thing.

I was thinking. I said something about life after death somehow... cheapening life? Definitely feel that way now, two weeks later. Very sure of it.  (Fiddler's Green--Gilbert--actually says as much to Daniel when Daniel tries to bring him back, during The Wake, and I agree entirely.)  Funny, but it makes sense.  I mean... if death defines life, undermining death undermines life.  And if you don't have dreams, how else can you define reality? Mathematics may cover movements, but there's the whole human experience, and that's where dreams come in.

(Think I'll be Death for Halloween.  Hee.  Just for the chance to be cool and the anhk.  ...Maybe I'll have an anoranhk instead! *Snicker*)

I need to get cracking on my college app stuff. And merit stuff and that kinda thing. Lotsa quick due dates... gah. Gotta ask English teachers for recs... eugh. Nerves.

Choir's goin' ta Spain over summer.  Heeee fun. Spain and Scotland.  *Dreamy sigh*

So.  To Do list for tonight: WRITE.  1) Paper. 2) Essay. 3) ISP 4) College app.

Maybe ISP before Essay. Something. I wanna write. Properly.

I liked this quote:

"Who seeks perfection in the art

Of driving well an ass and cart,

Or painting mountains in a mist

Seeks God, although an Atheist."

Francis Carlin

See, that's my view. *Shrug* God's just a word for something people can't understand.  For... order?  For... a sense of something beyond the math? For many it's purpose, but who gives a fuck about purpose?  It's not about why you live.  It's how.

I'd really like to have a chat with Death.

Realized Painter's Ball was on and actually listened for the first time--my god, he really has a noticeable British accent, doesn't he? *Snickers at the idea of his Roger. Which would be sweet!and!sexy!*  Anyone like to get me a copy of his OSG so I can go die over the accent, please, feel free.  Or a full audio boot, either. *Shrug* OSG and/or Your Eyes is more important. ...Or Rent.  Or I Should Tell You.

And I have no more official homework for Physics.  Just one day, and then it's over.  But stupid Ticketmaster hasn't sent one set of tickets, and it's pissing me the hell off at the moment.  So I have to call them.

Also, even though it's soy cheese, my macaroni and cheese is still okay.  I'm surprised.  At least it makes up for the Hugs all being... deformed and possessed. I swear they are.  They're trying to infect me with something.

...Weirdly, it's just... a day. Not good, but not... bad. Maybe 'cause I was up all night? And fell asleep in class? *Shrug*  Oh, I hit Alex yesterday 'cause he was being an ass about being a foot and a half taller than me, and sneaking up on me.  So I thwapped him with my lab book.  He just said "...I won't even bother denying I deserved that."  *Sighs* Ah well. Some things aren't meant to be.

Gotta remember to get to the bookstore and buy a shirt so I don't run out before moving.

Although I really can't ever listen to My Immortal. Fairly crappy song and it still makes me break down. Fucking thing.

EDIT: Even when he's not being nasal for him, Anthony Rapp is still nasal.  God.  He'll sound fine, good... and then do some awful "ee" sound and I go *cringe*.   Still, could be worse.  Could be Daphne.

In the city

Alive

going to Bryn Mawr

update later

jazz wins at life

You Belong in Greenwich Village

Avant garde and bohemian, you're quick to adopt new ideas and lifestyles. And while you're a bit less weird these days, you still have a "live and let live" philosophy.

Because that's news.

...Also, I havea scarf. *Cuddles it*

So I just spent my physics class tearing apart the tag on my sweatshirt thread by thread.

And I was sorry when I finished it.

I don't even know anymore.