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So tomorrow's my driving theory test, and I'm using different tactics to a. relax and b. procrastinate from taking on more sodding test. This means that among other things, my brother once again claims to have been traumatized by me - just because I turned up La Vie Boheme to full volume and he managed to overhear some of the...more suggestive lyrics.

It didn't help that I tried to explain what sodomy meant in context. My brother is such a prude.

But yes, dancing around my room (ahaha, the dance from La Vie Boheme, by which of course I mean Mark's dance from La Vie Boheme, is a. not as easy as it looks and b. hilarious) to music with varying degrees of ridiculousness (both dancing & music) - at some point, I'll have to send Gasolin' and Shu-bi-dua music to Freya and Christina. Or possibly upload some of it to sendspace.

It also means findng things like Jon Stewart's SNL monologue (I think they're just afraid of having guys with M16s asking, who'd you call a faggot? ♥), Anthony Rapp singing the Just Some Guy, which I can decide whether I love for being wonderful or just love for being so wonderfully saccahrine and Martha Wainwright singing Bloody Motherfucking Asshole.

If you're thinking that I wasted most of my day cruising youtube between tests, you wouldn't be wrong. At least, not completely. I also spent time reading The Realm of Possibility and crying over that, only to come online and finding this, which only made me cry more, because, as I learned from M*A*S*H, death fic is not good for me, particularly death fic that centers around disease. God. Read it, even if you aren't in the Rent fandom - it's all kinds of understated goodness; it centers on Mark and Roger through Roger's last months and it's just so *honest* and brutal. And it did put me in a lovely melancholy mood (which made me want rain - it hasn't rained in what seems like months. I miss it).

I really should get back to "studying", but before I do, one last link: V for Vendetta - who wants to come see it with me?

ETA: On more thing - my 17 year old cousin has finally, finally, finally dumped her boyfriend/broken their engagement! He was nice, but not good enough for her by a long shot - then again, I may not ever meet a guy good enough for her. But still, this is *good* news.

Nostalgia trip

( Days of our YA obsession )

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