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Here's that music meme that's been making the rounds. It's sad how this turned out better than any actual poetry I have ever tried to write.

( Day turns to night and the music's begun )

I'm surrounded by piles of sleeping cat. How I ever managed to think I was a dog person is beyond me.

Also, for the record, I might love Fall Out Boy just a little.

I am now officially done figuring out sciencey things about dead fish. \o/ Final lab exam today, wherein I got to fail at determining what species twelve different fish were using only a lab manual, a microscope, and my wits a scalpel. The scalpel was dull and shoddy. Probably why I got those two things confused.

Kept seeing things out of the corner of my eye last night while I was alone in my room and convinced myself it was a ghost out for my blood. Or other things ghosts want, idk. Or! A tumor that was messing with my vision and is, even as I type, sending tendrils into my brain that will slowly kill me. Stupid imagination, this is why we can't have nice things. *scowls at it*

I've had Fall Out Boy songs stuck in my head since Wednesday. Right now, we're in the fiftieth repeat of Blah Blah Cooperstown Blah. It's kind of nice because Patrick, but also I'm about to stab myself in the brain if it doesn't stop. At least I'll take the tumor out with me.

I still have a paper to write because I was the opposite of productive last night, so I'll have to make this quick.

OMG FALL OUT BOY AND THE AMAZING FANTASTIC OF AWESOME. Dudes, Pete had the audience rush the stage at the end of the show. He was just like, fuck it, this is the last time we'll do a show this small, why the hell not. They finished Saturday with, like, dozens of people hanging off of them. Security just about had a collective seizure.

I would try to give you more info (They did Beat It! Pete went over to lean against Patrick approximately a thousand times! Patrick is even tinier than I thought he could possibly be!) but I'm still just - adlfjkadfjkadkad. Worth standing in the cold for over five hours Y/Y/MFY?

People Next Door are playing... Christmas music? at a volume that's making my floor vibrate. Making up for that entire week during which they could not annoy me. Oh, People Next Door, one day I will have my vengeance.

Today in class I found that Spaced has provided me with a coping mechanism for any outbreaks of modern art. Whenever I am subjected to things like harp-plonking accompaniment to someone wailing an e.e. cummings poem or giant plastic heads lurking in gloomy rooms, my brain helpfully supplies, "It's finiiiished," at the end and I feel good about the world again.

Aside from intense loathing of anything and everything related to school (I had an entire week off! It was the barest taste of freedom, and then they yanked it away from me and condemned me to another two weeks of slog!) I am feeling pretty good about the world in general right now. I kind of forget just how much I need fannishness in my life to keep me happy. It's been almost ten months to the day that I finally gave in to bandom, and having some new shiny to explore is like spring in my pervy, shippy little heart.

It's oddly refreshing having a media fandom again. RPF fandom spoiled me for constant updates, new canon all the time, gimme gimme, and that was totally lovely, don't get me wrong. But it's sort of pleasant, having the anticipation of waiting an entire week before I can have new things to play with. And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit of a relief, not having to maintain the kind of compartmentalization I do with bandom. Whenever I get too enthusiastic about something in bandom, there's always this little niggling worry that I'm turning into one of the nutter fans or starting to forget that three quarters of whatever I'm loving isn't real. Or that Pete Wentz is out there somewhere reading the same fic I am. But media fandom! I can tinhat to my heart's content because the people aren't real. It's a beautiful thing.

God help me, but I'm watching Merlin and liking it. It's kind of dumb! But in an entertaining way! And if I look at it like a bizarro high school AU crackfic version of Arthurian legend, now with 70% more crack, it doesn't break my brain all that much!

Also, the slash. And Colin Morgan is kind of adorable. We're not even pretending I have standards anymore, are we? *hangs head in shame*

I swear to god, flist, I keep picking THE WORST DAYS ON EARTH to abandon the internet. I missed Bronx Mowgli (which, btw, still makes me sporfle because oh god) and now there are WAY BABIES. I wasn't sure whether or not it was a joke until I got confirmation from about fifty more people. And also: FOB? In my city? It's more likely than you think. *flails*

I cannot even deal with this amount of glee.

Perils of an overactive imagination: Upon hearing a weird baying sound while walking home through a wooded path, your brain immediately slaps the fight of flight button because PACK OF HELL HOUNDS PACK OF HELL HOUNDS RUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNN or! ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!!!!!!!! WE KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN!!!!

This noise will turn out to be a combination of distant traffic and the wind playing eerily through dead leaves. You will turn out to be an idiot standing there frozen and peering warily about for signs of the undead.

I helped elect the next president of the United States, and I could not be prouder.

Please, President Obama, be everything I think you can be.

Last night was pretty awful. I was up until around 3 talking to Friend first on the phone and then trading youtube videos of cephalopods over IM because dude, cephalopods are freaking awesome. If I could both obtain and properly care for a cuttlefish? I would have the coolest pet ever.

Anyway, that's not the awful part. The awful part happened about half an hour after we signed off. I did the pre-bedtime ritual: pee, brush teeth, sacrifice goat, blah, all the while marveling in a distant way that my lady bits hadn't yet been cruel and stabby as is usual during certain times of the month. You see where this is going, yes? Uterus had been tapping Brain's phone lines and knew that Brain had let its guard down. And that was when it sent in the ninjas.

Every once in awhile, I go through bouts of what I'm pretty sure is almost fainting? I think the combination of the stress from all the pain, the bleeding, and being stupid enough to let myself get dehydrated is what sets it off. And dudes, let me tell you: that shit is NOT FUN. It was hours of cold sweat, weakness, nausea, and generally waiting for the merciful hand of death to sweep me up.

Things I do not recommend: Having a female reproductive system.

I never got around to replying to comments on the last entry, but I really appreciate the solidarity there. You are all awesome. Awesome and violent. That's why I love you.

So anyway, that project was successful; roommate was shunted back to the other room. And now, because karma doesn't like it when I stand up for myself, there's a new person moving in. What the actual fuck, universe? Can't you let me win just one battle? Apparently she heard that we only have three people living here and her roommates suck, so she requested to move in with us. *sigh* I KNEW I should have faked out the cleaning inspection people and put sheets on the spare bed. Goodbye, private room. I'll miss you.

New roommate means I'll have to try to conceal Emilio, the little brown house spider who lives in the corner. Emilio was already here when I moved in and has never left its little cobweb. We have a beautiful relationship: Emilio gets to stay safely in the corner and I get to be rid of pesky insects. (It finally caught this really obnoxious mosquito that's been floating around for the past couple of days. I was so proud.) I just don't trust anyone else to understand our friendship, so I'm going to park my laundry basket in front of the web and hope the spider escapes notice. It would be sad if little Emilio got smashed. Only sad to me, I realize, but still. D: