Ramblings of a total Zack girl

Things that are sad, in an awesome kind of way:

My folklore professor was all, "Okay, group, write a folktale that fulfills at least ten of Olrik's Epic Laws."

Hooray! I thought, as I took out my pencil and opened a notebook. Writing! A traditional, original tale, I can totally do that.

"Once there was a young man, short of stature but kind of heart, whose dream was to make brilliant music," I wrote.



...I think I'm incapable of writing things that are not about Brendon now, y'all. BE SAD FOR ME.

Someone videoed/recorded/SOMETHINGED last night's performance, RIGHT? RIGHT?

It is adorable how nervous Brendon was and how he had his surrogate family with him and how he had a dance party with the fans (and possibly asked for a group hug which, wtf, BUrie, are you under the impression that all the crazies were Ryan's?) but none of it seems REAL until I can see/hear for MYSELF that he did perform and did splendidly and all!

I will be watching my flist with vigilance but I am just saying, internet at large, that if you find a link to the evidence PLEASE COMMENT HERE OR E-MAIL ME.

BRENDON IS TRYING TO KILL ME AGAIN!!!

Is writhing in ecstasy an appropriate response to a lullaby?


OH WELL, I DID IT ANYWAY.

OH. MY. GOD.


WISHES REALLY CAN COME TRUE!!!



Ilu, Pete Wentz, for fulfilling my fondest desires, and I LOVE YOU, Brendon Urie, more than starry nights and caramel ice cream.



*sigh of utter, utter happiness*



ETA: Whoever stole Ryan's phone is clearly trying to kill me, wtf.

I would like to state for the record that today was not a good day for Brendon to try to kill me.

I was in enough physical and academic distress, I DID NOT NEED THAT SHOCK.


I have to admit it's gorgeous camera work, though. Shane, you had BETTER be putting safety measures in place for your bestfriend puppy as well as taking awesome pictures of him.


ETA: Apparently it isn't a Shane picture, according to the expert in my comments. But if that means it is more likely Zack was present, I feel slightly better about the whole thing.

At my parents' house for Easter/various extended-fam birthdays, and they STILL. HAVE NOT FIXED. THE FUCKING INTERNET.

I am very, very cranky about it, in case you missed that. This was supposed to be my weekend to relax and reward myself for finishing the Paper of Dooooooom, and work on ETW--which is stored almost entirely on LJ or in GoogleDocs. And I mean, just, in general, flisting, surfing for decent fic, etc. IS MY IDEA OF RELAXING. So, yes. Cranky now.

Also, all of my time was somehow claimed by various members of my family without my input or permission...it's nothing I could really say no to, it's just annoying that I can't.

At the library atm collecting my damn fic material and flisting, though I think I may have missed quite a bit due to skimming. However, whoever posted that pic of Jon and Brendon "on safari" end quote? THANK YOU FOR THAT. I feel sufficiently restored to go on finishing all my mother's heinous errands.

Jon and Brendon, thank you SO MUCH. Just for existing prettily and letting people photograph you at peace. It makes me happy.

harriet_vane is my favourite fellow Brendon-fan in the WORLD right now.

I just thought the world should know that.

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 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 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.

IDK, y'all, this story is sort of springing from my head fully formed.

Brendon/Shane! Epic misunderstandings! (And I mean really, really epic.) Fake boyfriends who don't know they are fake! Real boyfriends who don't know they are real! Snarky band members! Scene queens!

THIS FIC WILL HAVE IT ALL.

Things that are bad:

--I have now consulted with two fellow sufferers, a friend of mine who's a doctor, and my mother, and we're pretty sure my hand-aches are arthritis. Which in some ways, yay, because at least the typing isn't doing much to make it worse and I can stop worrying about that, but in other ways, crap, because, hey, taking breaks? Doesn't help much. I'm going to wind up with an ulcer, even with alternating taking Tylenol and Advil. Anything else I can do for it requires at least a month of regularly taking vitamins/herbs/weird pseudo-juices, and starting now absolutely does not help me get my papers written now

--OMG SO MANY PAPERS; dude, I don't have a metaphor for running the perfect family, okay? I JUST DON'T.

--My sleeping patterns are falling apart

--Gmail is being obnoxious and I don't know why



Things that are good:

--fic has been my procrastination tool of choice the past couple of weeks, and I have so many that are close to done. Yay! (Also kind of boo, because, you know, papers, but things are often this bad and usually I have nothing to show for it. I'M COUNTING IT AS A WIN.)

--bandom is running around being awesome at me, what with Brendon taking his Shane to New York and MCR being their dorky selves (I wish that I actually knew Gerard just so I could introduce him to a friend of mine, because with their mutual love of horror movies and zombies they would be happy talking to each other for hours; some of the lines from their blogs are STARTLINGLY similar; and while Gerard was distracted I could make a play for Bob, who is taking pictures of dogs and thinking about giving them good homes) and Pete--well, I was going to say "taking mildly disturbing photos involving stuffed animals," but really, that can just be summed up as "being Pete."

--when I finish these papers, and get my horrendous interview over with, I am DONE for the semester. \o/ Well, except for two exams, but frankly? I wish my whole school career was exams. I can HANDLE exams. Exams don't require any self-discipline on my part. I just have to go to class, and pay attention, and then show up for the test.

--my Christmas cards are as awesome as I remember

--I had a brainwave for what to ask my parents for Christmas. This is often difficult, because they always want to get me a) one big item, b) smack on price range, and c) not likely to add bulk to my possessions, because I move at least twice a year and the less I have to pack, the better. If the business were doing better, I would ask them to send me to Muskrat Jamboree or Duckon or just Out To New York To Play With My Friends, but the budget's a little too small, so I've been worrying about this for the last six weeks. The things my mother finds to guilt me about are sometimes beyond my comprehension. So YAY for the car stereo idea! And it will save me spending the next two years of driving up and down a mountain swearing at the iPod radio broadcaster.

--I have a seekrit project that fills me with glee

--the Geek Squad up here actually is awesome. Or, at least, the Ron Weasley look-alike who is part of it is awesome. He is as knowledgeable and friendly as Chuck Bartowski, he honestly is. He has my baby and she should be fixed by tomorrow, and I can go back to having an H and a Z on my keyboard. And having all my Panic photos within easy reaching distance. And being able to import CDs. I AM SO HAPPY I'VE MISSED MY BABY SOOOO MUCH.