Mmmm, there's nothing quite like sitting in your own stank. (I'm not going to elaborate on that for the sake of your stomachs. That, and it's always more fun to leave to imagination.)

Have been sinking entirely into fangirl depravity as of late (japanpeterpan, I blame this ENTIRELY on you, don't ask questions) and am trying to keep myself away from Fanfiction.net. (Btw, that Honeydew fic? Absolutely amazing. Guh.) I haven't the TIME to sit at my computer as much as I do. Coldplay and Audioslave are almost permanent residents of my CD player (I CANNOT FIND MY LIVE CD, ONLY THE DVD. AM NOT A HAPPY CAMPER), not to mention The Smiths. And, of course, Gaelic Storm. Did I mention that being a fangirl is hard on one's wallet?

< fangirly squeeing>RUFUS WAINWRIGHT LIVE NEXT WEEK EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE< /fangirly squeeing>

Jou, don't feel bad!! we'll go see Gaelic Storm. JUST YOU AND ME. *cuddles*

Speaking of which, must. Get. Amelie. Soundtrack. And no, it's not what you think.

Tonight I can finally relax a bit... relatively speaking. I have all of Chapter six written out in mah notebook (bad Kathryn! BAD! THAT PAPER WAS FOR SHAKESPEARE) and I intend to type it up this evening. WHEE. If can avoid fangirling long enough, that is. Will put Pan soundtrack on. That'll help.

Thus ends my most bizarre, random LJ entry ever.