Well, this is going to work like a list again. Sometimes being multifannish is hard, yo.

1) Panic! moved their release date up by a week! I AM SO EXCITE. I feel like I've been waiting for basically ever.

2) The prompt post for this week's theme (kids!) is up at harlequincepted cause foxxcub is on the ball. I have so many things I want to write for this theme and no time at all to write them. WRITE THEM FOR ME, GUYS. PLEASE?

3) I missed Kurt tonight. And, uh, look, Sam is growing on me a lot. A lot a lot. Leaps and bounds. Basically I would be happy if this show was just Sam, Kurt, Blaine, Puck, Brittany and Santana.

4) I continue to be crazy, stupid in love with Hawaii Five-0. Crazy, stupid in love. Since it will be added to the Remix list this year, I was thinking about doing a H5-0 cliche meme, to help those (me) who might want to qualify for and don't. Plus, you know, I've never met a cliche I didn't like. FAKE BOYFRIENDS! Accidentally married! Kid!fic! One room at the inn! THINK OF ALL THE POSSIBILITIES, YOU GUYS.

5) A poll, before I rush in head first, since my online time is going to be a little more limited the rest of the week. Plus, ahahaha, Friday. (Stupid routine surgery, why are you terrifying?) Anyway!

[Poll #1704316]

I'm trying to get through school days on more caffeine that sleep. It's not the wisest choices of time management that I make. I'm so tired right now, because I was up too late fighting with a paper I had to write, because I spent the afternoon/evening watching zombie movies and reading Arthur/Merlin fic.

And can I just say how very, very much I want to write Arthur/Merlin fic? Because it is a lot. A whole lot. Epic, previously untold amounts of lot. I just, you know, broke up with writing again. It's been hard. I'm hoping Ben & Jerry's and a zombie marathon can get me through.

Today, while wasting time between classes, I decided to extend my zombie movie collection with Dawn of the Dead and all three Resident Evil movies. (For a grand total of... $25 before tax!) Hilariously enough, I was carded when I went to check out. Apparently people over the age of 17 don't typically have hair the color of mine.

I really, really, really want to move. I'm not even joking.

I would also like it if someone could make my Spencer/Brendon zombie apocalypse fic write itself, since writing and I aren't speaking to each other. Also, please make Pete Wentz stop being so sketchy. Also, please make Pete Wentz not so hot like burning, especially while being so crazy sketchy. I don't even know, you guys. My world view is shaken with his hotness. It's not right. It's just not.

Also! I would really like to watch the It's Almost Hallowee-ee-eee-een video. But then I just get all sad, because they aren't doing stupid faily dance moves together anymore, and Spencer Smith's pornostache was preserved on film to horrify future generations.

I have started this story at least three different times, and still can't get the beginning to be what it needs to be for the one scene I actually know I really want to build into a story.

So, you know, Rejected Beginning of a Story I May Never Finish, Because Spencer/Brendon Fic Is Apparently Impossible For Me to Write:

( And Just... / Panic v. 2.5 / 375 words )

So, a couple of failboats in this one band have a new video out. I'm sure it's about something, or whatever, but I was kind of distracted by the epic level of their hotness. Like, for real, if Spencer Smith gets any hotter he'll probably have to be locked away for fear of setting people on fire. For real. I get all tongue-tied thinking about his hips.

This is not getting my math homework done.