Because I am a ridiculous person who indulges in retail therapy two things happened today.

1) I got a shit job at the mall.

2) I bought The Fantastic Mr. Fox^* and How to Train Your Dragon.

     2.a. If you think I haven't spent the majority of the afternoon and evening trying to figure out how an Arthur/Eames version of HtTYD would work, then you obviously do not know me well enough at all. But I can't figure it out! Is tiny Saves the Day Arthur Hiccup? Or is Arthur the super competent Astrid? IS ONE OF THEM TOOTHLESS? Are they just entirely different characters in the situation after? Growing up with pet dragons and needing to random save the day from mythical ruin? HOW WOULD IT WORK?


* The title of this movie seriously just makes me think of foxxcub's stories about her husband. Yes, I think of foxxcub's husband instead of George Clooney. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME FANDOM.

So, I'm watching Killshot, because, you know, JGL. And JGL is playing a redneck, terrible (redneck) accent, loud, dumb, petty criminal, haircut that reminds me of terrible 80s Keanu Reeves.

I... am still flailing in fangirl glee. I am just not even alright with how much I adore this dude, my god.

In other, less crazy news, Thomas Jane is also hot, and far less crazynuts in this movie.

I woke up this morning (seriously, morning!) with the inexplicable urge to write an essay. It would be titled "Pet Peeves, I Has Them: An Essay" and it would be an essay on names, nicknames, POV, and those godforsaken epithets. I would, literally and actually call them "those godforsaken epithets" if you had some sort of doubts about that. It may not be scholarly, but it's accurate.

Luckily, thus far, I have been able to deny this urge. I should be good at denying this, since I've been trying to keep from going nuts about the whole Noah vs. Puck name thing for weeks. But--and please do not infer that I am not enjoying the hell out of inception_kink--the more times I see "the point man" or "the forger" the harder it is to resist. Seriously, fandom. Knock that shit off.

To battle all that crazy, have something awesome! Like this Joseph Gordon-Levitt picspam!

If that dude doesn't bring a smile to your face, I think you may have had your joy surgically removed and sold on Ebay. You should get that looked at.

I would totally write an ode to my bed if only poetry were at all easy to write. Alas. (ALAS!)

I lied before, and before, and before. My bed is the real love of my life. Always there to welcome me, greeting and ending each day with me, singing sweet songs of longing into my daydreams when I am away...

In conclusion: I would like to stay in bed and never, ever leave. Because the rest of the world sucks. Today sucks. I was so angry when I got out of class I went and bought shoes. (I would've gotten my Chucks, too, but they were half a size too big or too small. Dammit.)

Ah, I can't even take solace in the fact that it's the weekend, because I have so much homework I believe that my professors are secretly conducting an experiment on how much it will take before I flip out to the point where they can just cart me off to the crazy house, cause I'm sitting in a corner muttering about summary/evaluation essays and foreign languages and psychics disguised as a networking class.

Also, this is the favorite of all the moods in my mood theme. Because it is PERFECT.

Last year, I signed up for both bandombigbang and spn_j2_bigbang and... failed to actually write stories for either of them. Which, I'll admit, my failure is probably not at all surprising to any of you. I still really, really, really want to sign up for both again anyway, because I'm a freaking lunatic.

So. A poll!

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