Oh, god, y'all, I just turned in the most important paper of the semester with the phrase "BLAHDEBLAH ATTACHMENT" in it.

I'm going to go die, you have a nice weekend.
OMG YOU GUYS I JUST KILLED A BUNNY.

*mildly traumatized*
Boooooooored.

I was meant to finish ripping audiobooks this morning so that I could take them back to the library (they have to go back today), but I got distracted by [livejournal.com profile] harriet_vane informing me that Brendon is the youngest of nine and also that Panic performed for Brendon's church when they were still the Summer League. (WHAT?? SERIOUSLY. WHAT COULD THEY POSSIBLY HAVE PLAYED? DID HE TEACH THEM THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC FOR ELECTRIC GUITAR???...okay, fine, realistically it was probably, like, a talent show where they just had to find a church-appropriate cover they could do. But still. The mind boggles) and [livejournal.com profile] sunset_mog informing me that the disturbingly Haley-like woman who accompanied Ryan to the VMAs years ago was not Ginger, but in fact a publicist or something like that.

In between this we discussed things like what Brendon's ward must have thought of Ryan and his weird ear-plug thing, baby!fic, and what music Zack is likely to be disgusted by. It was all very, very fun, but I should have been ripping while I e-mailed because now I have nothing to do while I wait for the stupid CDs to finish. I even finished my last Heyer, dammitall, and have nothing to read.


Boooooooored.
I wish Ryan wouldn't run around recommending albums it sounds like I might like.

I can't even remember to listen to anything I don't keep in my car on CD. I have SO MUCH STUFF that people tell me I will like, and that I have never listened to.

I'M NOT MEANT TO BE IN BANDOM, OKAY, I AM NOT ENOUGH A MUSIC PERSON.
I made some cupcakes from a gluten-free mix, and discovered the leftovers just now as I was cleaning out the cupboards. They're still pretty good.

The scary part? I made them six weeks ago.

Can you imagine the chemicals that must be in there?
I've gotten tired of trying to remember what order the story goes in, so now I have an outline.

Excerpts from the outline:

SHENANIGANS IN THE CLOSET POSSIBLY INVOLVING A COBRA

DOORMAN THINKS THIS IS JWALK HAHAHAHAHA

SNOWBALL FIIIIIIIIIIIGHT

I KNOW THAT BECAUSE YOU USED TO HAVE A CRUSH ON SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP

RANDOM SMALL SPARKLY DUDE WTF


My thought processes are SO COHERENT, dudes.
I had the world's weirdest dream about being in hell last night.

Logan Echolls, opportunities to shoplift, and rusty giant robots were its most prominent features.
I don't know whether this happens to the rest of the world, but I have recurring dreams. They don't return night after night, or anything like that, but they come every three or four years, and they're usually long, plotty dreams with a mystery to solve. (I don't know, okay, my subconscious is a weird place.)

There's two or three of them that come along and replay themselves in my head every once in a while, and I've gotten so that, in my head, I recognise the plot and can navigate it more quickly to the end because I remember the solution to the mystery.

I added a new one to the list tonight--it's the first time it's recurred--and it was, "Oh, it's the one with the murdered clowns again." (I'm not killing them, fyi, just have to find out who is, but still. THE ONE WITH THE MURDERED CLOWNS.)

Hi, subconscious, what is the MATTER with you???


P.S. However, still not as disturbing as the Singer hitting on me dream. Possibly that is sad.
So once upon a time I recommended [livejournal.com profile] sproutgirl's Understanding and Acceptance when I was the month's Ron/Hermione reccer for [livejournal.com profile] crack_broom.

I just got a review of my rec saying "thanks for recommending this--I realise it's a year late, but still!"

...a year. THREE YEARS. Whatever.



(Not that I don't appreciate the thanks, but...Dude, I had completely forgotten that I ever recced for [livejournal.com profile] crack_broom at all)
So the SPN Big Bang comm was just updated with a fic titled "We Must Reinvent Love."

My eyes crossed.
Tonight I got back seven papers from my Anthropology teacher. They were scribbled with "good"s and "excellent"s, except for the places where she had to make red circles. Do you want to know where the red circles come in?

FOUR of them? I had done the italics in html.

FOUR.

It should be noted that of the remaining three, only one contained italics.

*facepalm*

I spend too much time on LJ.
Has anybody else ever forgotten how to swallow?

I was taking my morning pills, and then realised all of a sudden that they weren't going down. I couldn't figure out how to make them go down my throat. After about half a minute I remembered how to get them to the back of my tongue, but I couldn't remember how to open my throat and swallow.

Finally had to spit them out.

WHAT. THE. HELL.
That is the second time this week I have dreamed about my favorite 2-yo in a chicken suit sitting in the kitchen at my work and pretending to be a chicken.



I DON'T GET IT.
So I'm taking an online course this summer--I would tell you why, but it would involve weeping--and it is the stupid basic requirement "communications" course that I have to take in order to graduate.

BASIC COMMUNICATIONS.

In this class:

All of the links I need to check every day have to be clicked to through a series of buttons, whereas all the buttons I only need to check once--the syllabus, for example--never disappear from the top of the page. Calendar? E-mail? Class discussion boards? Require two more steps to access.

In order to contact the teacher by e-mail, you can't do it through the e-mail program provided. You cannot even easily find her address, say, by checking the syllabus or a class-provided e-mail listing. You have to search the main site for the teacher's address, go to your personal e-mail, c&p, and go from there. (Actually, as far as I can tell, it is completely impossible to use the provided e-mail program.)

Each of the units is in a separate link off the main page. Each assignment in each unit (and there are, like, four, not nineteen) has its own separate little page. Each time you want to go between assignments or units, you have to go back and find the other (out of order) little picture. There is no "go to next unit" or "next assignment" link anywhere.

It took the teacher three days to get back to me on an issue that affected whether or I not I dropped the class. Had she responded promptly, I could have dropped it with a full refund. (Luckily, her answer was such that I decided not to drop it. Luckily for her. There are such things as signing people up for every possible obnoxious ad spam campaign on the planet...my sister has exes, I know how to take my revenge.)

There is no logic or order to the discussion threads and what order they are in.

Dudes. Discussion threads. I had a hard enough time following conversations on Checkmated, when I cared what we were talking about. I find myself staring at the things thinking: "Why can't we get a damn LJ community?" (I realise, I'm spoiled.)

I spent three hours in a mire of bizarre links and typoed information from the teacher trying to figure out what my first assignment was and when it was due.

The instructions they sent the bookstore resulted in me a) buying a completely superfluous $150.00 book and b) not only buying the DVD to go with the wrong book, but not being informed that there was a second DVD that was supposed to go with the right book.





This class is supposed to be teaching me to communicate information clearly, promptly, and efficiently. How to make the information I want to convey easy to access and understand. How to follow through to insure that people have understood and that my instructions are being carried out properly.

...I'm guessing they don't intend to teach by example....?
I am experiencing short, frequent bursts of dizziness. I cannot for the life of me figure out why--the meds are supposed to possibly cause it, but if they haven't in the past month I see no reason why they should start now.

It's not like the world-tilting problem last year, it's just suddenly having a wierd rush to the head like the moment when you miss a stair before you hit the ground.

It's extremely disconcerting, however. *makes face*
OHMYLORD.

I've discovered the SGA version of ffn. Followed an awards list link there, read a very good fic. Started searching.

GOOD LORD. I think I nearly cried when John and Rodney broke into whimpering tears over Rodney's stuffed cat from when he was two. People write this stuff? And dare to release it into the wild where people with taste and the ability to watch the show can read it?
The other schools are going to do acrobatics on their way in??
Erm...

To understand where this is coming from, let me explain: My story "Of Locks and Lobes" is a sweet little fluff piece where Penelope and Mrs. Weasley help Hermione with her hair and tell the stories about when they realised their men had fallen for them. I just received this review for that story:

[QUOTE]i like to have sex in my lobe[/QUOTE]

Permit me to say...what the freak?

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