Advent Day #16 - A song that makes you cry (or nearly)


Hah, this is such an easy one for me!


Abba - Chiquitita (Spanish Version)

When I was a kid whenever this song came on the radio I'd always cry. ALWAYS. My parents had no idea why and neither did I! It's not like I understood what the lyrics meant at the time. Even now it makes me cry, but now I think it's because it reminds me about being a kid and makes me think about my parents getting up there in age. :(

( More. Crybaby! )

What can I say? I cry very easily!

A little early, but this post brought me down so I think I'm going to curl up with a horror movie. :P

i. For the first time in my life, I am staying up to watch Craig Ferguson! It ends at nearly three in the morning here but it's his thousandth show, I feel like I owe it to my beloved Scottish Conan Guy.

ii. I do not know this keyboard well enough yet to use it in the dark; it actually has a number pad, so I'm all thrown off my game. I keep stabbing at random keys hoping for a page-down button. Nope. Still don't know where it is.

*squints*

And I'm having a hell of a time wrestling iTunes into submission. It refuses to acknowledge my iPod and wants me to do a factory restore but... I have no backup of my music! These 2K songs I have are all I have left out of the 30K I had on my old computer! Oh, Lord, have mercy on me. What have I done?

iii. I... meant to start on my Yuletide today but instead am powering through Primeval. No, not because I'm in love with Hatter, or anything! (But Connor is my favourite. Just saying. Also: Cutter and Stephen are totally married, right? Because I see absolutely nothing in their portrayal to suggest otherwise. I love them!)

iv. I am taking an artistic plunge: I'm actually going to paint my mother something for Christmas. I used to be a terribly arty person, back in my misspent youth, for those of you who are unaware; I miss it, nowadays, but I've just moved away from it creatively. But she loves abstract art, so I'm going to give it the old college try.

(I had a weird moment in the art-supply store, though. The road not taken, and all that. If my life had diverged very slightly...)

On a tangentially related note, apart from this, I am finished with my Christmas shopping! This is pretty good timing, for me. A successful year. Top-hole. Now: to hunt down some wrapping paper!

v. This apartment is very, very small. A shoebox, in shape and size. But my cats are making the most of it tonight. They just delight in doing mad laps of it in the dark with their ears back, vaulting pianos and kitchen tables with ease. Why? Why. They must have done five miles in the last two minutes.

But - if you don't mind another cat anecdote - they are adorable in their own way. I was doing the dishes after supper, blasting Gaga on my iPod and dancing at the sink - as you do - while Fiona stared at me from the kitchen window. And then all of a sudden she jumped down and did circles of me and led me out to the living room, where the phone was ringing (quietly, where I couldn't hear it over Speechless). Bless her concerned little soul. Most things, she doesn't care about whether I notice them - the doorbell, whatever - but since she was a kitten she has been obsessed with ringing telephones. She's an odd duck, my Fiona.

(Of course, it was only my sister telling me to watch Sing-Off.)

vi. My icon is pretty.

Classic Meme...2009 in a Nutshell: Copy and paste the first line of the first entry from each month to make an entry that summarizes 2009!

today was so good of a yorktown day. why oh why do i have my period. i think im in over my head. its been a week, old lj. im so uninspired. here is an entire entry of me bitching about being sick. the pressures of the first entry of the month...bleh. last weekend was so cool because i went camping for the first time and it was wild! today the park manager informed me that i was to be a park ranger this season. i went to binghamton for a visit this week, it was AWESOME. hey you guys i just made up this rhyme: eating captain crunch, like maybe for lunch, or maybe for dinner, like when im a spinner. i miss you i miss you i miss you. not anyone in particular. ive just been saying that to everyone. british q: what is suave? american a: another word for sassy. dear tc, im sorry that i suck so bad. man that nutshell meme i do every year is supposed to be candid...except i do it every year so i am usually aware of my first entry of every month.


i havent been upset or angsty in the least lately (because i've been too distracted)
me and my apartmentmate threw her traditional holiday party this weekend. except we tweaked it a bit from her regular traditions: jello shots, a live band, and a guestlist 70 hipsters deep. not to mention the projector, our cat's tuxedo and our matching outfits. it couldnt have been more perfect. vicky is the best team i've ever been on.

currently im two finals down, two to go. i dont think i'll be able to handle 6 whole weeks at home so i may be moving back to binghamton early. its like a decision between shitty and shittier. i want to make an irish dance dress this break. first i need a sewing machine. i want to see my friends. i want to get stoned with my homies: despite my great appreciation for binghamton friends, people from yorktown are still my favorites to smoke with. i want to do fun/silly/adventurous things that will leave me with stories to tell.

when the new semester rolls in i want to get back in the game. not that i am/was ever one for boyscouting. or that i am really looking for anything/anyone in particular. but life is kind of funny...it seemed as though during this last relationship i had an average of one (extra) boy putting the moves on me per month. i know this isnt a grass is always greener situation aka a delusional exaggeration in my head, i could name names despite the degrees of undesirable or random they would be. however, since the breakup...nothing. probably because i've been hermitting/moping around this city lookin like an emo piece of crap. gotta shake that and get my groove back. whatever that groove may consist of because i've plum forgot.

:D

I'M DOOOOOOONE!

Oh my God. What to do with myself?

First? A nap. Then? THE WORLD AWAITS.

Advent Day #14 - A non-fictional book


The Vagina Monologues by Eve Ensler

I'm not sure when I first heard about this book, but seeing as my family is not the type to discuss anything that dealt with sex I was very curious and had to get it. I think maybe I'd seen something about it on HBO, but Eric, knowing I'd loved the book so much when I checked it out from the library, ended up buying this copy for me. I haven't read it in awhile, but I think I just might read it again tonight. It's a super fast read filled with words that would probably make people blush, but it's such a great book. I'm horrible at descriptions, but it's mainly short little stories, of sorts. While in college I went to a performance of this and it was hilarious and empowering.

Oh, and Zinedine Zidane is in this picture because he umm supports women's vagina's. Or something. Think of him as a traveling gnome of sorts. ;) He's representing my excitement about the World Cup 2010! Goodbye football, hello soccer!

I am in such a good mood right now. Sure, I have my final exam tomorrow at noon - British Lit, so I'm not even really studying for it, relying on the super-synaesthesia-brain to back me up on this one - but I'm back at the apartment with my cats, I have the place to myself for the rest of the week, I have a stack of books to read and hours of television to catch up on. Sighhh. Bliss. (Don't get me wrong: it was fantab, spending the last week or so with my parents. They are lovely lovely lovely people, and it was fun to catch up with the rest of the family too. Also: not having to make my own meals. But I get claustrophobic, you know? And, Jesus, it feels good to get those papers off my shoulders, and to have a computer all to myself again.)

I already posted this in the morning, but:

HOLIDAY L♥VE MEME.

(Link me your threads!)

I changed my layout. Again. I get so bored of things. Also: check out my icon, goddamn. Anyone have any ideas for Alice/Hatter fic for me to write? Because I am in such a perfect mindset to write some more but I have zero ideas.

AAAAAND FINAL ESSAY SENT, BIZATCHES.

Holy baby Jesus, that was the most difficult paper I've ever written. It was like pulling teeth, or maybe gouging out my eyes with a rusty spork. Only one exam left and I am DONE ahahaha I want to cry. TIME. IT IS MOVING SO SLOWLY.

Also, I've spent all day obsessively rewatching this.

Don't watch if you haven't seen Alice.

(WHY HAVEN'T YOU SEEN ALICE YET)



So. Gloriously. Lovely. Why do they just make me melt? Also I posted this if you haven't seen it. YO ALICE/HATTER, TX FOR EATING MY BRAIN.

And now, to sleep for a century.

Advent Day #13 - A fictional book


The Baby-Sitters Club

Memories! I'm not sure how old I was when I started reading this series, but I never did read the entire 200+ books. A couple of years ago or so I bought a whole bunch of them from ebay, more than half the series, I believe. I never did get read about the girls FINALLY graduating from the eight grade. Poor things were seventh graders forever!


For some LOL: Instruction and advice for the young bride (1894)

Some standouts:

At this point, dear reader, let me concede one shocking truth.Some young women actually anticipate the wedding night ordeal with curiosity and pleasure! Beware such an attitude! A selfish and sensual husband can easily take advantage of such a bride. One cardinal rule of marriage should never be forgotten: GIVE LITTLE, GIVE SELDOM, AND ABOVE ALL, GIVE GRUDGINGLY. Otherwise what could have been a proper marriage could become an orgy of sexual lust. LMAO

She should be absolutely silent or babble about her housework while he is huffing and puffing away. Above all, she should lie perfectly still and never under any circumstances grunt or groan while the act is in progress. As soon as the husband has completed the act, the wise wife will start nagging him about various minor tasks she wishes him to perform on the morrow. Many men obtain a major portion of their sexual satisfaction from the peaceful exhaustion immediately after the act is over. Thus the wife must insure that there is no peace in this period for him to enjoy. Otherwise, he might be encouraged to soon try for more.

i. Don't judge me.


the other side of the mirror. alice, t, 1437 words.
That night, they do pizza. (They also do lots of other things, but that’s neither here nor there.)


ii. Nick's First Word, an awesome pre-Demon's Lexicon short story by Sarah Rees Brennan. Spoilery but also brilliant.


iii. BOBOK. RIGHT. I CAN DO THIS.

Today was majestically wasted. I watched a marathon of Real Housewives with my mother and did exactly no essay-writing, SORRY, DOSTOEVSKY.

Because you know what has seized my brain? ALICE. OH MY GOD, IT WAS SO GOOD. Like, okay. Maybe it's not actually ~good. But I haven't been so unconditionally delighted and absorbed by something in way too long, and HATTER/ALICE, HATTER/ALICE, HATTER/ALICE. They were just so PERFECT. And, oh my God, that last bit, I was screaming at my screen "YOU HAVE A MINUTE LEFT, OH MY GOD, WHERE IS HE, YOU CANNOT LEAVE US ON SUCH AN EMOTIONALLY FALSE NOTE, I AM GOING TO CRY OVER HERE" and ( spoilarrrrr )

I wanna fic and make fanmixes and icon this shit to death. TUESDAY. THREE-ISH MORE DAYS. I can do this, folks.

(It is still SO FREEZING OUT. I am dying here, I'm pretty sure the wind is about to shake this building down.)

EDIT: Dang. Just went to brush my teeth and my entire mouth is fuschia from eating too many chicken bones. Ah, the holidays.

Advent Day #12 - Whatever tickles your fancy


Sweet Valley High
Ahhh memories! I can't really remember any episodes from this show, though, how sad is that? I remember the books more than the movies, especially the Christmas series where some girl wanted to be Elizabeth. I think I'll go see if I still have that book. :) And! Consider it added on Netflix because they have the first season!

I HAVE A NEW LAPTOP. AU REVOIR, CLAUDE.

His name is Horatio, which is a reference to three (3) figures, historical and fictional. Shouldn't be hard to guess. He is shiny and gorgeous and he has SO MUCH SPACE omg and he has Windows 7 and... I am a very happy duckling right now.

Of course, I don't get to properly play with Horatio until Tuesday at 2:00 (that magical hour), but it's nice to know that he's waiting for me. Oh, sigh. I still get a little nauseous thinking of all the music and fic and graphics I've lost... WHATEVER, MOVING PAST IT.

It is fucking FREEZING out. We went to a hockey game tonight and I got brain freeze from the rink to the car, I swear, my forehead couldn't move for ten minutes. Although... I was highly stimulated to revive that story of mine, the FNL-on-ice one...? Someone give me a contract with CBC so I can produce the show of it, I swear. I have been plotting it since high school. It would be BRILLIANT.

I can't waittttt to be able to write non-academic stuff again. And on that note, your meme responses are forthcoming! Continue to prompt me here!

Tomorrow: Dostoevsky. BLECH. The family has been down all week and they are a very distracting bunch.

SO BORED. HEIDEGGER SO INCOMPREHENSIBLE. SEND HALP.


...Am in the middle of writing my Death-paper. I... have till five tomorrow? This is good, right? At least I have been thinking about this for weeks so I know what I want to say, it's just, you know, saying it. Coherently. And my next paper, oh God, I haven't even started thinking about it and it's huge and Dostoevsky scares me... Oh my God 2 o'clock Tuesday cannot come quickly enough. I'm so very, very tired, and I've missed so much TV, and I want to read again... and I hear good things about Alice, has anyone watched it? I managed to sneak in two minutes in the middle of one part, but I'm allergic to watching things halfway through so I had to turn it off. But tell me Hatter/Alice is good! (I ship them always and in all forms!)

Oh, and, my computer? Completely fucked, as confirmed by The Experts. They tried to pull some of my data but apparently it is all gibberish and unopenable. I had a good weeping fit over it this morning, let me tell you. I JUST WANT MY OWN COMPUTER AGAIN, WITH ALL MY CRAP ON IT, IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK, WORLD




Ahem.

Two things.


1. Give me a topic and I will meta about it for at least 100 words. Any topic. Any fandom. (If you pick a fandom I don't actually know, no promises on how lucid or on-topic I will be.)

2. Drabble-prompt me, baby.


I want to waste time and think about things that Are Not Schoolwork. So sue me!

Advent Day #9 - A photo you took


The sign is a liar!

I took this back in February when we arrived. Colorful indeed, huh? No, but Colorado really is an awesome state. Not colorful, per se, but certainly very wonderful. I ♥ it here!



It seems the notifications are slowly trickling into my inbox. Nevermind that I already replied to a lot of them once I figured out what was up. Still, I'm getting some I had no idea about. Not cool, LJ, not cool.

Advent Day #8 - A photo that makes you angry/sad

( Cut for graphicness )

This is maybe the greatest thing I have seen in a long time. I've been singing it ALL AFTERNOON.





(It's so hard to study when you just want to surf ONTD and/or go play in the snow. SIGH.)

I am going to start putting together my notes for my Imperial Russia exam. I SWEAR.

But first: I just watched last night's Gossip Girl.

( and it was glorious. )( Read more... )

No more new episodes until MARCH, what the hell!

whine whine whine, bitch n moan. thats all i do anymore these days.

today i...did measuring day (bad results), got my slingshot, conquered an anxiety attack (quite difficultly - crying in ones car for a half hour is uncomfortable), found my new favorite machine in the gym, danced my little heart out at ID, hit the bowl and watched rent while eating spaghetti. did not study for finals. still, a pretty successful day.

everything happens for a reason, says jeff.
if i wasnt a fat kid in high school i would have never listened to punk rock
if i knew how to throw a football i would have never played any music
if i never got my heart broken i would sing "blah blah" <--FUCKING NOTHING

wah wah my life sucks, says rivers.
the world has turned and left me here
just where i was before you appeared
and in your place, an empty space

adam: im used to waking up alone
andrew: hows your new boy? does he know about me?
jenny: 'maybe i'll be the lucky one that doesnt get burned'; what the fuck was i thinking?


im a woman on a mission.

Advent Day #7 - A photo that makes you happy





My fluffy boys. They can be such whiny pain in the asses a lot of the time, but they're my whiny pain in the asses!

i just hope this resolution sticks this time.
it would help if i didnt feel like shit when i woke up, when i fell asleep, and all of the time in between.
it would help if you left me alone.

sometimes it feels like it never happened at all
those are the good days