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ink_splotchFic and chem are both messing with my head something bad, and I'm so tired, still haven't fixed Tina's gift (I am so sorry, sweetie), and tomorrow is birthday-for-fathers-side-of-family. Which is all good and pretty apart from the fact that I suddenly have 26 pages of chem left to write up notes for. Shite.
On the bright side (Yes, Chris is unbelievably shallow) I have two Starsky and Hutch fics based off Simon&Garfunkel songs. And Simon&Garfunkel make me happy, even when I am standing down, falling up tired.
I also have country music. And country music makes me bouncy. For reasons I am not willing to contemplate.
Went to chem help today, at the school. Saw lots of the girlies there, which was pretty good. I miss not being in school. I mean, much as I love lazing around the house all day, languishing in front of my computer, I miss having people around me, miss sitting down and writing notes, just plain miss school.
I know, I know, theres something wrong with me.
I wish I could get 'Out of sight, Out of mind'. Right now, for example. Also, want the Graduate. For pure, pop-culture references, of course (speaking of that, I need to see Fatal Attraction at some point, and re-watch Top Gun. Shut up, the lot of you)
In other news, I love Aerosmith, and now I have a craving for Sesame Street. I am nothing, if not unpredictable. Or maybe I'm very, very predictable, what do I know?
I should go stare at the blank page that is either part 1 or 2 of this fic, hoping for inspiration to strike. Or go to bed.
Ah, fuck that. It's bloody 2200hours, I ain't going to sleep.
I want a teeshirt with a huge scarlett A on the front. I'm sure it's been done before, but still-heh.
Or maybe a scarlet G or L.
Also: George Tennet resigned today. Please, please let Donald Rumsfeld be next, or, Colin Powell (let the poor man have some dignity back. Poor Powell)
And apparently I have Alan Alda to blame for BJ/Mike Farells mustache in seasons 7-11.
On the bright side (Yes, Chris is unbelievably shallow) I have two Starsky and Hutch fics based off Simon&Garfunkel songs. And Simon&Garfunkel make me happy, even when I am standing down, falling up tired.
I also have country music. And country music makes me bouncy. For reasons I am not willing to contemplate.
Went to chem help today, at the school. Saw lots of the girlies there, which was pretty good. I miss not being in school. I mean, much as I love lazing around the house all day, languishing in front of my computer, I miss having people around me, miss sitting down and writing notes, just plain miss school.
I know, I know, theres something wrong with me.
I wish I could get 'Out of sight, Out of mind'. Right now, for example. Also, want the Graduate. For pure, pop-culture references, of course (speaking of that, I need to see Fatal Attraction at some point, and re-watch Top Gun. Shut up, the lot of you)
In other news, I love Aerosmith, and now I have a craving for Sesame Street. I am nothing, if not unpredictable. Or maybe I'm very, very predictable, what do I know?
I should go stare at the blank page that is either part 1 or 2 of this fic, hoping for inspiration to strike. Or go to bed.
Ah, fuck that. It's bloody 2200hours, I ain't going to sleep.
I want a teeshirt with a huge scarlett A on the front. I'm sure it's been done before, but still-heh.
Or maybe a scarlet G or L.
Also: George Tennet resigned today. Please, please let Donald Rumsfeld be next, or, Colin Powell (let the poor man have some dignity back. Poor Powell)
And apparently I have Alan Alda to blame for BJ/Mike Farells mustache in seasons 7-11.
