put your shirt back on

Dear NaNoWriMo,

I would love to one day achieve the greatness that is 50,000 words in one month.

However. You really should not scheduale that month to coincide with the release of Skyrim. BECAUSE THAT SHIT EATS YOUR LIFE, YOUR SOUL, AND EVEN THE LINT IN YOUR POCKETS.

Not to mention Beta Testing Weekends for The Old Republic.

Your timing could be better, is what I'm saying.

Maybe next year,
Z

So, I'm reading, right? And the author tosses out the phrase 'iliac crest' and I immediately translate that into 'hip bone' and carry on. And then I realize what I had just done and shout a curse that scared the construction workers, outside.

IT IS STILL SUMMER, BRAIN. KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF.

Soooo, I had this thought, last night, and it is now all up in my brainpan.

Somebody (read: not me because I don't finish shit) should rewrite The Phantom of the Opera so that Christine is TOTALLY down with kicking it with the Phantom for the rest of foreverz, because he is a total BAMF and that Raoul kid is okay and all, but PHANTOM. SRSLY.

And see, in my head, this doesn't sound crack-y. AT ALL.

So... went and bought Mass Effect and Mass Effect 2. Because its not like I have hella job training and finals to think about, or anything.

Bioware has infected me, what can I say.

But I'm kind of spoiled by Dragon Age's apparent mod-ability, as it seems that Mass Effect does not share those qualities.

But I shall survive.

It's kind of funny. I bought my gaming laptop with the intention of playing Dragon Age: Origins, and didn't spend a lot of time contemplating the other games that would be within my reach. That's changing, and I'm afraid for my bank account...

Anyway, any extended radio silence from now on can probably be attributed to my games arriving and my free time/sleep being chucked out the window.

I has stories. They're in my brain and in my hard drive in about equal measure. I like writing them, and they like to be written.

But clearly ADD has other ideas because I will be god damned if I can finish anything. I need a support group or something, Jesus.

I'm thinking about NaNoWriMo this year, if only because I like pain.

::double facepalm::



Deluna Fest in a few days, though... XD

Oh my fucking God, Inception. I went last night, and never have I come out of a movie theater with a sore throat (from screaming) and a sore brain from wrapping my head around the whole thing.

WHAT IS THIS, I DON'T EVEN.

SEEEEEEEE THISSSSSSSSSS FILMMMMMMMMM.

I keep hearing about how people hate DiCaprio. THIS IS ME CARING. AND NOW I'M DONE.

And even if you don't like sci-fi thriller type stuff, go to see Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Tom Hardy flirt the shit out of each other. Holy shit, I came out of there, visions of slash possibilities dancing in my head. THINGS I FEEL LIKE WRITING. SAVE ME FROM MYSELF.

Plus, Cillian Murphy is still really, really pretty.

I turned off my phone last night, drank a six pack of Mikes, and slept until 2pm. It was glorious.

I have since sat on my ass and watched ungodly amounts of Criminal Minds while swearing to myself that when I finish this series, I will catch up on Supernatural, I swear to the baby Jesus, omg.

My current addictions now include:
- Hotch's man!pain
- Hotch's TEARS
- Reid's FACE
- Reid's HAIR
- Reid SUCKING ON A LOLLIPOP OUT OF THE CORNER OF HIS MOUTH
- REID'S EVERYTHING
- Florence + The Machine
- Tom McRae

In less than six hours, I will have to be up and dealing with people.

You all fail for not telling me about ABC's eight-hour miniseries/movie, Stephan King's The Stand.

Yes, I've read the book. No, no one told me that the movie had Rob freaking Lowe playing Nick Andros. THAT KIND OF THING MERITS MY ATTENTION.

In case you can't tell, Syfy played the entire series today and I definitely sat on my ass and watched the whole thing. Post-apocalyptic good vs. evil road flick with bonus Rob freaking Lowe is relevant to my interests.

In related news, am currently watching lots of Criminal Minds and acquiring the 2004 movie, 'Salem's Lot, starring Rob freaking Lowe. For great justice.

That is all.

His first words should totally be:

"Blast. Still not ginger."

<3

In this exercise, I'm not discussing fears that one gains from scary movies or personal experiences. As far as I can tell, these are innate fears that every young child shares, with completely unique invention.

1) Monster in the closet
2) The hands under the bed that will grab your ankles and drag you under
3) The dark

I'm sure there are more, but amongst these three, you have to wonder. Every child seems to fear these things, as if every child has inbred paranoia from the ages of cave dwelling, when things actually did live under your bed, waiting for you to get up in the night for a glass of water so it could wrap its cold claws around your leg and drag you to your death.

Whats up with that?


And also? I need a hat or something, to keep all these thoughts out. This is getting ridiculous.