Highlander is up on Hulu. I used to skip school to watch this show when SciFi was marathoning it, I wonder if 4 years have made Richie more obnoxious or if I always disliked him. I can't actually remember him much from when I first watched.

(Yeah, I really was that lame. It wasn't even skipping school so much as telling my mom I had a headache or a stomach ache. It's not like I didn't do the work I missed. I never figured out how people just didn't go to class--where did you go? We had hall monitors and a security guard outside the parking lot.)

I also watched Warehouse 13. I thought once you got past the stereotypes (hard-nosed woman, free wheeling Peter Pan-syndrome man) the characters were actually interesting (guess I'm a sucker for tragic backstory) and the way they handled the set up was interesting. I really loved that there was no playing up of sexual tension between the two leads (okay, that I noticed). Hope it stays that way. Provided that the quality of the writing matches for the rest of the season (which, let's face it, is not one of ~Syfy's hallmarks) it might be a fun show.

I also watched Virtuality. Decent, but I can see why it didn't get picked up. I don't think that show could exist without being a mind fuck and Fox doesn't seem too big on season-arcing mind fucks. I don't think the fandom would've been much fun either.

What else? I've been watching Royal Pains and loving it, for the most part. I keep meaning to watch Merlin and forgetting. I can't think of anything else that really has a fandom going. I don't think I'm going to bother watching Torchwood this season. I saw all of one ep from season two and just never got around to seeing the rest, kind of didn't have a drive to do so. John Barrowman is such a tool.

Work is actually not that bad so far. Everyone on my floor is super nice and cheerful and smiley, it's very odd. It seems like all the not so nice associates are stashed in women and juniors. Will be working with the one I was warned about next shift I think, though, so we'll see. But I'm also working with the woman who initially trained me then so hopefully it won't be too bad.

What do you do when a kid starts just randomly waving a plastic dolphin at you like he wants your attention, but then he just keeps doing it when you give it to him? Fucking thing hurt.

The woman I was warned about called and got the guy I was working with to get me to trade a shift with her because she's used to getting more hours than the new system gave her. I wouldn't have done it but I'm picking up the difference with additions to my next shift. I just. I don't really know what to do in a situation like that? I mean, gee it sucks that you aren't getting as many hours as you're used to, but I need to work too and I would really like to keep the amount that I get up as much as I can thanks, regardless of how much longer you've worked there. On the other hand, I don't want to make ~enemies.

On the other hand, they're talking about buying a house in the very near future so I might only be working there for three months anyway before I'm looking for another crappy retail job on top of the looking for a big girl job that will hopefully pay the fucking bills.

I would really, really hate to get another crappy retail job before I got a real fucking 40-hours-a-week-and-paying-back-those-student-loans kind of job. Not gonna lie. I'm really close to sucking it up and trying to get a commissioned sales job (the only shit that seems to be hiring) even though I would really fucking suck at it and probably hate my life. Beggars can't be choosers, but no one must consider themselves beggars.

Damn, and I was going to try and go a whole post without being all woe is me emo about finding a job. Fail.

First actualfax day of working with customers. Didn't mess up too badly! The ladies I worked with were really nice, and the one who was training me warned me about one who is not-so-nice. (As in "she might say something rude to you, just tell yourself 'you know, it's just her' and tell me, I'll tell you if it's anything" instead of a gossipy kind of way.)

I feel different when I'm wearing an ~outfit as opposed to jeans and a t-shirt. For work we have to look nice. I don't know, while I felt like a fish out of water when I was going through training and stuff, I felt maybe more confident when I was just waiting for my bus.

Whatever, it's dumb.

Oh awesome Adult Swim is showing Harvey Birdman again.

I really need to sweep. I have shed all over the place and I kind of don't know the last time I did it. :( I think I'm going bald, seriously. I need a haircut.

What the hell? Panic at the Disco now sans half its members?

I... okay the breakup fic is going to be epic.

Just.

What the hell?

Duuude. Take out an old notebook and try to read your own handwriting upside down. I came to this word that I had NO IDEA what it was, so I'm like, "Would I be able to read that right side up?" Sometimes I can't. Anyone who's seen my handwriting in a hurry (it was a lecture notebook, the hurry is a given) can imagine (cough ashes_to_roses cough and, crap, I forgot about the letter, sorry bb maybe by the time you get back to your apartment :-\). And, yeah, it was 'somewhere.' I got it in a flash right side up. I could not come up with what word it could possibly be upside down.

Although I totally recognized Albert Einstein's upside down portrait just from his bulbous nose and massive mustache. Don't you kind of wish Albert Einstein was your grandfather? He seems like he would probably have been the best grandfather EVER. I bet he had hard candy in his pocket protector, and everyone knows hard candy supply is directly proportionate to the awesomeness of the grandfather. (Mine had Werther's Originals in his breast pocket, always. He might have been kind of a jerk to everyone else but we got along well. I don't think the candy's as good as when I was sitting with him in his recliner and he gave me one. Maybe the Old Spice added something.)

The vase/face thing tripped me up completely and, okay, drawing upside down? Kind of fucking awesome. Have actually drawn two things that looked mostly how they were supposed to. I really can't believe it.

Will refrain from silly shit like scanning and posting everything evar omg.

I really need to stop watching Wife Swap reruns. "Atheist" doesn't mean "intolerant of others!" As long as you respect my right to believe what I want, I'll respect yours! Although it is nice to see that after they go home and cool down the families usually understand each other more at the end, but then at the table meeting between both moms and dads it's always back to the same old argument. Is it just human nature to have to be right all the time?

Yeah, okay, I'm guilty of that. I'm trying tolerance though. Better for digestion than worrying about anyone else.

Fuck why am I watching this shit?

I decided to teach myself how to draw. This is easier said than done. It's more fun than applying for jobs though.

I just thought I would share this.

P's family is on vacation so his dog has been staying with us. I've been leaving my door open so he can hang out with me, but P's home now so he's going to bail on me now. D: I miss having a doggy around, they are excellent buddies.

Scotty ( very minor spoiler for Star Trek what rock have you been under that you haven't seen that yet? ) I totally just caught that.

Hey, you know what the world needs?

The world needs someone coming on Chekov's face. I'm just saying, because this prompt should really get filled.

I wish it wasn't too hot for reading smut. I really hate summer.

Tilting at Windmills, posted at my bandom journal icanbreakthesky

Band(s): The Hush Sound (with guest appearances by Charlotte Sometimes, Paramore, Gym Class Heroes, The Cab, Forgive Durden, Panic at the Disco, and a few others)
Pairing(s): Chris/Greta, pre-Bob/Darren
Word Count: 26,035
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Note: Betaed by the incomparable wordscomekinda who has done everything to see this thing finished short of writing it herself. Thank you for putting up with me, bb. You pretty much deserve a medal. Also Emily was the tour manager for The Hush Sound at one point (I believe this is her) and Ani was someone Greta blogged about coming on tour with them.
Summary: Greta and Darren have been best friends since the day Greta's family moved next door, until high school and new friends and a few misunderstandings mess everything up.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Bonus Tracks/Enhanced Content

Fanart:
She pulled her hair back, holding it behind her head in a messy bun. She raised herself on her tip toes as though she were wearing heels and she turned to the side to look at her silhouette, considering. by nasssty_slyth

Fanmix:
Fanmix by contrariangie

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So. It's finally my day for posting. And I finally posted it. Without dragonessasmith holding my hand dragging me along making me put on my big girl pants and stop being afraid of the internet no less! This has been kind of a crazy experience. I came up with this story in an IM with her on New Year's Eve and, after a few false starts, decided to write it for bandombigbang. Or maybe it was the one I intended to write from the beginning and kept coming back to it after a few other options. I don't remember anymore. Everything is kind of a blur.

When I say that dragonessasmith (yeah, we made seekrit bandom journals and I'm spilling the beans) did everything to see this written, I mean she poked, prodded, encouraged, cajoled, and dragged me to the initial 20k mark with lots of too-late nights including, I'm pretty sure, sleeping through a class because she stayed up with me until I think 6 am the day the rough draft was due and I was too selfish to tell her I was fine without her holding my hand. Because we all know that would've been a boldfaced lie. She loved this story when I hated it, believed in it when I thought it sucked and wanted to give up, believed in me when I was positive I couldn't write a decent sentence to save my life. I owe her big time for putting up with all the panic and hate I had for this whole thing without defriending me completely. This is her story.

I can say now that I'm so pleased with this whole experience. The mods did an AMAZING job running this and I can't believe I got contrariangie's awesome, awesome mix AND nasssty_slyth's really beautiful fanart. The mix is guaranteed, but fanart is more an if-your-summary-is-chosen thing once the earliest entries are taken care of. I'm so, so thrilled that mine was picked and that she did such a good job. You have no idea exactly how rough the draft my mixer and artist got stuck with. I mean, I wrote this shitty summary because I was partly hoping I wouldn't get picked for anything. I was in it for the writing challenge rather than the bonuses but my bonuses are so absolutely incredible. I can't say enough about how awesome they are and how thrilled I am. Just. Awesome experience.

From January 1 to...okay, an hour ago, I wrote 26,035 words of one continuous story. It has a beginning, a middle, an end. I've spent a whole lot of the last six months really despising this story, but something crazy happened when I was working on the final edits. I wrote a few key scenes that made the main actions I had already written actually make sense and I started enjoying it again. It's a story I'm proud of regardless of whether or not anyone else actually reads it. I have no idea if some of the people who randomly pop in are too much of an in-joke between dragonessasmith and myself for anyone to get but right now I feel like I don't care. I know she got my references, so at least I'm not the only one!

That said, I think I need to step away from the internet now before I give myself a heart attack or something. I've edited the post announcement over at bandombigbang like three times in the last five minutes and refreshed the page a million times just to double check that it looks exactly like the others. My insecurities, let me show you them! Maybe I'll just read some of the other awesome submissions I haven't been letting myself open so I didn't psych myself out and do something silly, like have a panic attack.

Or, fuck, maybe I need to do something completely different and read an actualfax book.

I hate it when I write a scene I really like and I figure out I can't use it because the story works better going in a completely different direction. It was a really good scene. :/

There will be others, I guess.

I have the bestest buddy ever! dragonessasmith gave me oodles and oodles of icons like this one!

I'm watching a Hallmark movie because I'm bored and why go crazy with any kind of productivity right now? It's something about a woman who wants to sell a dance studio and realizes her late mother left the father she never knew she had on the deed. The ultimate flaw with this movie is how obnoxiously trusting she is of a complete stranger. If my mom was a reasonable, sane woman as they portray hers to be, and didn't tell my father that I existed, I think my first thought would be that she did so for a good reason rather than "zomg let me have you live in my spare room an hour after I meet you!" And now she's going to get pissed off at her fiance for looking out for her and questioning the motives of this guy randomly showing up and there will be drama for the next 45-50 minutes until they get to the touching wedding. Where the dad will probably walk her down the aisle and everything will be happy and she probably won't even sell the studio.

I managed to not check Twitter, like, all day today. I need to get on that.

If I kept a pen and paper journal I probably wouldn't feel the need to tell the internet quite so much.

Uh. I'm trying to put off doing that exercise DVD again. My hips, they ache from the laterals. Should do it before anyone downstairs is probably up, though.

I think it's hilarious that Macy's new ad campaign is pretty much a classier version of WalMart's. Everyday value v. everyday low prices. They must be huuuurtiiiing.

Okay. Doing the DVD.

Really doing the DVD.

Right now, I'm going to go do the DVD.

Riiiight...now.

ETA What the hell, one of the jobs I applied for recently sent me a link to an online assessment I MUST fill out. To do so I MUST enter my email address. The fine print under which states "Yes, I am a U.S. Resident over the age of 18 and agree to the terms and privacy policy, and that I may receive email and sms offers from EasyPaydayLoanOnline, DailyFinanceUpdate.com, & partners." Emphasis mine. I'm trying to apply for a job and they're selling my email address? And apparently my phone number because I think SMS is that pricier kind of text message I got myself in trouble with. That is SO PROFESSIONAL I can't even stand it.

Is it just me or does it feel like everyone's in a funk tonight?

I wish there was a window on emails and voicemail messages, just an hour or even five minutes where you can have your second thoughts after you hit send or hang up and still go back and edit. I want to reclaim the emo I just spewed all over the place. Right after I hit send I realize I'm being a tool and there's probably a less dramatic way to relay whatever the point of it was. Although I have that option on LJ and fuck knows how sparingly I actually use it. I always bitch about the things I don't have and don't use the things I can, I guess.

Additionally, I do not understand nor do I enjoy Adult Swim's live action programming. It's Cartoon Network isn't it? I don't think I've done enough drugs to think the jokes and gags are all that funny.

This plan to break my habit of starting sentences with 'also' is about 50% effective. Day one: marginal success.

In my attempt to find good slash for the Star Trek movie I have discovered something. That something is that I never, ever want to think about William Shatner naked and. Having sex. I think this is probably why I never got into TOS.

I have also discovered that new fandoms are scary when you don't have a place to start for quality fics and Delicious is not providing things that don't appear to be Shatner. Anyone have any recs? Any pairing, as long as it's good writing!

I cooked raw chicken by myself and it was actually delicious and in no way deadly (yet)! This is a major accomplishment for me. I have a thing about raw meat.

Holy crap I love Mythbusters.

And I'm done. I turned in my last undergrad paper ever and I walk across the stage and receive my diploma stand-in tomorrow and what the fuck?

While I was walking over to print off and hand in my last undergrad paper (ever) I was thinking about the last four years. And, okay, I usually roll my eyes when people are all ~impressed that I've graduated in four years with everything that happened (it doesn't feel like a lot's happened? It certainly doesn't feel like I had any other option so being impressed with what I did seemed silly? And, I mean, I don't feel like I worked all that hard in school. I feel like I slacked off and...I just don't know).

But then, I was actually taking stock of all the things that have happened. Four years ago I was a snot nosed kid moving out of Mommy and Daddy's for the first time, for nine months, to a dorm that was basically like home life lite or something. Now I'm living in my own place, completely independent from my dad who lives in a different state, paying my own rent (granted with loans, hopefully I'll have a job soon and won't have to keep that up). Four years ago we were moving me into a freshmen only dorm making jokes about how the doctors thought Mom had viral pneumonia--what talent, to get pneumonia in the summer, Mom! A year and a half ago...

A year and a half ago it felt like the world ended and I still managed to pull of almost all A's and B's that semester, five months ago I even managed to forgive myself for the F I got then to tank my GPA royally--you live, you deal, I'm okay with it.

Tomorrow I'll be walking across the stage with 700 of my peers, graduating with a 3.02 GPA after four years of sleepless nights, 126 credit hours, and a whole lot of epically awesome and epically terrible experiences under my belt.

So. Yeah, I think I'm going to take the next five minutes to be really fucking impressed with myself, then back to our regularly scheduled programming. But the next five minutes, those I'm going to spend being really impressed.

(Just not with my ability to do makeup. I got some new eyeshadow and did a test run of it, and I did the most epically horrible job of it that I wish I had a camera right now so I could share :P It's been so long since I've had eyeliner and I just botched it pretty spectacularly. Especially by putting on mascara first and trying to draw eyeliner on right after. At being a particularly feminine girl, I fail kind of spectacularly. Right after I'm done being really fucking impressed with myself I'm going to Google eyeshadow guides and get someone to take me to the store so I can find something and do it right tomorrow, it'll be awesome.)

My dad got in early! He was supposed to leave today and come in sometime tomorrow. While I was waiting for my uncles to pick me up to take me to the laundromat (sweet clean laundry!) I realized he hadn't called, he said he would when they were on the road. So I call and I ask my brother if you punks even left yet, and he hands the phone to Dad who asks when they're picking me up. It was a very confusing conversation, but they were already here! They left yesterday because they both had the day off, and they got in last night at 4 AM and went to the hotel because, silly boys, thought I would be asleep then.

I missed my dad so much! It's so exciting to see him!

They got ready and had lunch and I did my laundry and worked on my paper (kind of), and when those things were done we converged on my house. I'm going to have to clean out the dining room more, I guess, I didn't really anticipate that they'd want to hang around my house. But we were all sitting around the table catching up and it felt so much like home. It made this place feel like home in a whole new way. It felt like my mom's kitchen and I felt like I was playing house. I want this, I want my family to fill up my dining room like they filled up my mom and dad's. I want a house that feels like a home for them to fill.

It was just awesome. They all went to take naps, I think I'm too stoked to take one even though I know I really should, I got less than three hours last night and tonight we're going to a play.

Now that Dad's here it kinda feels like I'm really graduating. omg! I feel kind of lame being so excited about this haha.

It looked really weird taking a shower in a scum-free tub, if that's any indication of how very bad I let it get. I looked down and all I saw was white, everywhere. I haven't felt this accomplished since I turned in my senior paper. What the hell?

My uncles got in all right, and I successfully navigated them from campus to my house. I am a walking cliche re: directions, and I very rarely get a ride from campus. So this is impressive. Don't judge.

So yeah, trying and failing to find more motivation to either clean my apartment or write my last paper. Ergo, meme.

The first FIVE people to comment in this post get to request a drabbleish length fic (i.e., about 100 words) of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this meme in their journal.

I spent 45 minutes with my hands in a bucket of cleaner that, upon actually reading the rest of the label, suggests limiting contact with skin. Oh wells! I'm waiting 15 minutes for the toilet bowl cleaner to finish soaking and then I need to put my clothes in my laundry bag, steal the dust pan so I can sweep up the massive amounts of hair and dust on the floor (don't judge), and take out the garbage and my bathroom will be clean.

Just have the rest of the apartment left.

I'm so awesome.

Whatever, bathroom and kitchen are totally the most important areas because they're the most disgusting when they're dirty.

Seriously, the toilet is the most disgusting part to clean. Which is ridiculous because I'm the only one who uses it, but it's just. Ew.

And of course I started my period today. My body's timing leaves something to be desired.

My life, so fascinating.

I possibly just refreshed Twitter three times. Twitter, stop going down for maintenance. If you don't I'm going to have to do something drastic, like actually clean my apartment when I say I'm going to! What the hell!

I actually started my last paper so I would have an excuse to put off cleaning. My uncles get in tonight, I have to leave right before 7 to meet them at the airport, and I'm going to have to say "yeah, let's put off the grand tour until tomorrow."

Luckily, my uncles know me well and will just laugh.

Mainly I want a clean apartment when my dad comes in, because I'm pretty sure he doesn't believe I'm capable of keeping a clean apartment. And, okay, he's right but he doesn't need to know that.

I have a ride to the laundromat tomorrow. I am kind of ridiculously excited about that. Clean clothes!

My interview got pushed back to next Thursday and after telling my dad about it, I seem to have been attacked by a fit of bravery. I feel like I have just applied for every single job on the internet, but it's only actually been 10-11. That? Took my 5 hours.

What the fuck?

I'm going to go clean my apartment now.

And by "clean my apartment," let's face it, I mean "read/write fic while watching Food Network and possibly making dinner." Except I might actually throw that 1000-level paper I have to bullshit in there as well, because. I can hand it to my prof tomorrow (rather than Saturday, the final srs bsns due date) and be done with college. Why not? Then I can get hammered with my roommate who's celebrating the end of her absolutely insane exam schedule with girlie blender drinks in good conscience, for I will be truly done with college as well.

Also I have library books to return and apparently a package to pick up. I am going to do these things. Tomorrow. Because I've already committed to getting the drink mixes and my roommate is providing the Kahlua.

So. Tomorrow is definitely going to be for showering and leaving the house and stuff. Awesome.