Ramblings of a total Zack girl

There is the whole rest of my fabulous trip to report on, including Greta (GRETA!) and arranging to marry queenitsy, but I am terribly sick (hey, Rachel, Becky? Apparently IT WAS NOT THE CAT) and want to do nothing but drink codeine and sleep.

I have also my entire life to unpack into my parents' house (bleh) for the summer, but all the big strong men who are supposed to help me haul things are also sick, so right now there is a horse trailer in my driveway and I get to rest and feel better. *sleepy smile*


I WILL BE A REAL PERSON AGAIN SOON, I PROMISE.



(P.S. Shane, I love you. Please take pictures of Brendon forever. Yrs, Lu)

(P. P. S. Rachel, CNN was in the background at the doctor's office and I heard "Miss America contest" and immediately thought JOHNNY WEIR. You are evil and I love you.)

DUDES. IT FEELS LIKE A REAL ALBUM IS COMING!!!

Look at the pretty picture!

Oh, Shane, we love you.


ETA: Also, I would like it noted that South African accents are my Kryptonite, and if Spencer Smith comes back with one I cannot be held accountable for the part where I steal my father's credit card, fly to California, and wander the streets of L.A. until I see, pounce on, and ravish said drummer.

Why can't YouTube just MAGICALLY CONTAIN the bits of the Live in Denver DVD that I want to watch? I must have heard Brendon tell me about high school like seventeen times, but I have only found two tiny bits of what Shane shot. Is that ALL THERE IS on the whole DVD?

I mean, not that I can't sufficiently extrapolate from that, but I really want to watch more of it if there is more! THIS IS WHEN THEY MET!! I WANT ALL THE INFO I CAN GET! INTERNETS, WHY ARE YOU FAILING ME?

*cries a little*



ETA: On the other hand, how inspiring is that Open Happiness video, fr srs? HI SHANE IN THE BACKGROUND, DO YOU TWO NEVER SEPARATE FROM EACH OTHER?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AWESOME NEW CANON OF EXTREME AWESOMENESS!!!


I don't even care that it is completely destroying my Big Bang fic...although, crap, it is totally destroying my Big Bang fic, did Shane and Brendon live together in Vegas? Or did we just assume that was where they were living, when actually they were in LA the whole time? IS SHANE THERE NOW?

I NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS, OKAY, I MAY HAVE TO TEAR UP ABOUT HALF THIS FIC. RYAN ROSS, TELL US MORE. IT IS FOR ART, NOT FOR STALKING.

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.