So... let's say hypothetically that I have had a number of beers. Let's also say less hypothetically that I miss the internet having more than 140 characters to talk about things with. Let's say even less hypothetically than that that the grammar in that last sentence is unbelievably fucked and I can't be bothered to fix it.

LJ is weird now, but maybe I should actually start using it again? Is it odd to come back after mumbletymumble time away? idek, but I miss you guys and I miss knowing what's happening in your lives.

So yes. I have no idea how long it will last or even if I'll manage at all once I have NOT consumed a number of beers. But I've had this damn journal since I was 17, and it seems a shame to drop it now.

*hits post before being tempted to close the tab*

So. I haven't updated this thing since fucking JUNE, and I don't remember how to communicate in increments of more than 140 characters anymore. Train wreck ahoy!

( What better to open a sweet-Jesus-has-it-been-THAT-long absence than some rambling about my newest love, the kdrama?Collapse )

Also, y'know, other stuff! Some of that's been happening! But I'm honestly so proud of myself for managing to write even that much that I'm not gonna push it. *waves and hits post*

(If any of you have also fallen victim to this glorious madness, then you should come talk to be about it. Or Coffee Prince! Because &Coffee Prince;)

I... remember why it's best if I have twitter limits to rein me in.

Hiiiiiii, internets! I know this is the weekend void and all, but I'm drunk! So I choose to ramble at you regardless! For I am a maverick and a renegade in that way. That is to say, the way of not being either of those things but having no one in the house to listen to me and so choosing to inflict it on you all instead. Mwahaha?

See, the problem with talking lately is that I don't actually have that much to say? I'm still prodding at the job searching in a way that involves some of the searching but omg so much more of the fearing failure. And! Somewhat related in a way that I would elaborate upon surely if only there were less margarita standing between my brain and my keyboard, I AM APPLYING TO SCHOOLS IN ENGLAND NEXT YEAR. BECAUSE MAYBE HAVING AN MA WILL MAKE ME MORE EMPLOYABLE. :D?

...Hold on, I have run out of margarita. Time for switching to beer, because when has that ever gone wrong. ( And also this seems like a good time to shove an LJ cut in because who even knows how much longer I will go on.Collapse )

Hi, internet! Remember the times when I did more than pop in once or twice a month to talk about tv before vanishing into the ether again? Yeah, me neither. /o\

So! Now I'm going to pop in to talk about tv before vanishing into the ether again! ( Collecting White Collar thoughts here instead of sprawling them across several comments.Collapse )

I still owe a rambling post about DC and MCR and many other capitalized letters besides, but that's only half done and has more words than I can deal with right now, so here. ( Have a Who post instead.Collapse )

( And what the hell. A tiny bit about last week's too.Collapse )

One of these days we're gonna talk about how Doctor Who is essentially my One True Universe, and that day will be embarrassingly earnest for all of us.

I should not be allowed to roam the internet without a keeper. A nice, responsible adult who doesn't let me make decisions like, oh, buying plane tickets to DC to see MCR.

For those of you playing along at home, twitter is where will power goes to DIE. I held out for so many days, dudes. So many days. alpheratz even pointed me toward a concert ticket that was up for grabs last week; I looked at airline prices, sighed, and backed away like a mature person should.

(THIS IS YOUR CUE TO START LAUGHING, ANYONE WHO HAS EVER MET ME. WE ALL KNOW THAT WAS JUST THE BEGINNING OF THE END.)

Skip ahead through the concert reports with all the DESTROYA ORGASM NOISES and PRETTY PICTURES and JUMPING DANCING FUNTIMES, my soul withering and dying all the while. (THERE WAS A LOT OF MOPING, OKAY. I choose to believe that I bore it nobly.) To today, when all it took was zeenell pointing out that hey, there's another ticket! to that thing you love! I... "gave in" implies a certain degree of resistance, I think? That is patently false. I went from noooooo I shouldn't to LET'S FUCKING DO THIS THING in the space of about ten minutes.

I'm trying to find some shame because this is ridiculously stupid, let's be upfront about that. Traveling halfway across the country on a day and a half's notice for a concert? DUMB. SO DUMB. But... I fucking love this band, I get to see some of my internet, and I can afford it no matter how little I should be affording it. So damn it all, I'm gonna go live this thing. \o/

So! I have done the traveling thing two weekends in a row! ( Let me tell you about it in a way that somehow combines a dearth of detail with lots of rambling.Collapse )

I could try to gracefully work in a segue at this point. Instead, I'm taking the THIS IS A SEGUE approach ( for the bit I call MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE AND HOW THEY ARE STEADILY RUINING MY BANK ACCOUNT, NEVERMIND THE PART WHERE I CAN'T BLAME THEM FOR BOSTON AT ALL.Collapse )

It's probably for the best that there aren't any more concerts near-ish to me because seriously, I am entirely willing to follow those dudes to any city I can reasonably - or unreasonably! I'm not picky! - reach, and that is financially TERRIBLE. I would be so very doomed if I lived on the East Coast instead of the Midwest. (None of this is to say that I won't be torn between jealousy and vicarious flailing when the concerts cycle back around to the rest of you, because D:D)

Aside from omgMCR the weekend was pretty blah. Friend and I are stuck with each other by dint of sixteen years together and being BFFs for over ten years of that time but... his choice of friends is not the one I would make? It may come as a shock, but I'm of the geeky and quiet variety. He is of the extroverted, let's go to a house party thrown by someone we don't know variety. MISERY. SO MUCH MISERY. The kind of misery that didn't end until the cops showed up to tell the homeowner to shut it down and we could finally, blessedly leave. He did eventually pick up on the fact that he's never going to make me enjoy forced social interaction with strangers with whom I have nothing in common, but he also didn't seem to understand that that doesn't mean I don't still like going out and doing things. There is a ratio of interactivity and doing-thingsness at which I'm perfectly functional! We just didn't have any real luck at finding it. Le sigh.

*sets out free cookies sign-up sheet for anyone who made it this far*

I know I'm talking into the weekend void here, but does anyone know what happens to voicemail messages when/if you run out of storage? Or how long they stay in the inbox unopened? (The last time I checked my voicemail may actually have been in... October. /o\) I'm just - I'm terrified that there's one on there from my grandpa and that I'm going to lose it because I can't bring myself to listen yet.

I've tried googling, but I just work myself up into a state that's not exactly awesome for research purposes? And I don't want to shell out a bunch of money to a possibly disreputable service because I'm anxious and not thinking clearly right now.

I've got a BlackBerry carried by Verizon, fwiw.

He's gone. Three o'clock this morning. I was there at the end.

This is going to hurt so much when the numbness wears off.