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.

UGH.

Ok. I just deleted a very tl;dr post about how angry close-mindedness, social and gender hangups upset me. But since it was tl;dr, and consisted mostly with me saying "fuck" a lot, in a lot of various forms, I've decided to sum up for you the post I was going to make instead:

For the love of christ, let people be who they are. Let children be who they are. The only thing a person can be forced into being is the same caricature of normal that everyone else in the world tries to be. Blahblah cookie-cutter bullshit. Stories about soul-searching, about journeys, about ultimately finding who you are as a person; those stories are popular because people are searching for who they are and where/how they fit. When someone knows that answer, then I applaud them. Individuality should be embraced--more than that, it should be celebrated.

One day, I want to live in a world where who you are is who you are, and everyone accepts that or kindly shuts the actual fuck up.


How a fun song, to combat the rage: Butch Walker - She Likes Hair Bands. This entire album is amazing. <3

Have you ever had those days where all you want to do is runaway? It's like when you were young and used to daydream about packing your bags and striking out on your own. Your mom might cry, and beg you to stay, in those daydreams, but you where 8 years old and knew your destiny lied somewhere far, far away from English class.

I want to runaway today. Far, far away.

Not so much from English, but math, let me tell you, is not exactly giving me any reasons to stay. The epic assholery of the teacher in that class has pretty much made my math homework even less appealing than normal, because I think about doing it, and remember how he pretty much called me a moron for asking a question yesterday. I mean, hey, I've got an A in that class. He talks about not wanting to give due dates for each assignment, because he knows that not everyone is the same; that's a fucking lie, though, he's always reducing us to statistics, and lecturing about plumbing, and not bothering to attempt to learn our names. One of my friend's in that class answered a question and he said, "Oh, you think so, huh?" Asshole.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly jumping to do my Comp homework either, but at least for all her crazy she doesn't talk to us like we're idiot children.

All of this, of course, comes back to how it's time to enroll or the spring semester, and I'm curled up into a ball of DNW.

Another things that should be LJ moods: FILLED WITH DREAD and DNW

What I want to do: be able to write some fucking zombie apocalypse fic. Why can't I figure this thing out? Why, why, why?

If I never, ever, ever have to walk into a store and have the person working there mention Twilight to be again, my death might not be handed out by the state.

I don't care. I don't care. I DON'T CARE.

UGH.

I am, however, totally counting down the days to FOB, already.

Plus! Motion City this Friday, I think!

::coughs::

So my Dad, who I, uh, it would be a stretch to say I've spent 30 minutes with in the past, oh, 18 years, just called me. And invited me to dinner.

WTF?

Our system of ignoring each other was totally working for me!

(Ok, so it may've been prompted by me saying to his new wife, who I work with, "well, even though you all didn't bother to tell us that you got married...")

But I couldn't say no before then I can't take the moral high ground of, well, you know, he didn't put forth the effort. omgwtf.

I mean, we haven't actually spoken to each other since last Christmas, the time before that was my brother's graduation (after my uncle told him to stop being an ass and to go say hello to me. wtf?) and the time before that was at homecoming or something, like, three days before I turned 21, and he didn't say a word to me except "nice to see you again" as he was walking away.

I don't even know what to saaaay. Ugh. WTF.

/o\

You know, I've tried to think of a weak more consistently craptastic year after year that this one, and nothing comes to mind. God, the week before Christmas needs to be stricken from the calendar. Just wait until I am in power. Just. You. Wait.

So, good things, yeah? Cause who doesn't need those (warning, warning, I have a political agenda opinion):

(1) I am getting Serenity for Christmas. Oh, oh, yes I am.
(2) Joss Whedon has a kick ass article in TVGuide, which is probably online somewhere, but I'm too lazy to look for it. ("67 percent of all television will be CSI-based")
(3) I had hot chocolate with french vanilla cappuccino in it today. Yummy.
(4) Sen. Ted Stevens of Alaska, oh he of "No!" had a bill defeated today that was widely expected to pass before he tacked on to it. His douchebaggery* makes his defeats so sweet for me.
(5) WinAmp is playing all the song I love, right in a row, without my prompting. Hmmm music.
(6) I finished my sesa, and as such, all writing assignments with due dates for this year. Though I may have offered to pinch-hit. There were conditions to that. :p


* Ignoring his politics, even. This is about the man and his, well, douchebaggery. I've got no patience for people who refuse to listen to the opinions of those around them. I've got no patience for men who think they are ruler and king. He's the one who refused to listen to motions (notice the plural) to swear in oil execs. It wasn't even that he refused to do it, with his 25 year pet project of ANWR drilling, that makes my skin crawl like it does. It's that he refused to listen to the motions of other Senate members who wanted the oil execs to take an oath.**

** Obviously, you should all just vote me ruler of the universe. I promise to surround myself with smart people and pretty, pretty boys and smart people who disagree with me. There will be high speed internet and itty bitty cute puppies and cookies for all. Now wouldn't that be a lovely world?

(1) It's not fair that other people get to be arty and nonlinear and I don't.

(2) Fuck Fox. Seriously. Fuck them a fucking lot. You know what's taking over for Arrested Development and Kitchen Confidential? Dancing with the Stars ON ICE. And I haven't even started on how they're moving Bones to the same time slot that Veronica Mars and Lost are in. Yeah, not gonna get to what that one anymore.

(3) Speaking of ( omg Veronica Mars )

(4) Reality TV needs to die. It's ruining America. I want a t-shirt with a quote from Bones last night, randomly: "You're the reason civilization is declining"

(5) Seriously, with the sad, sad loss of Bones in January, the number of shows I watch on Fox has gone from 5 to 1. Fox does not want me watching their channel. House should clearly be afraid.

(6) I must admit, Stephen Colbert has the most talented left eyebrow in the business.

(7) Oh, CSI: NY will never learn. Clunky product placement, random chicks hitting on Mac, Danny having a girlfriend named Cindy to help and aid in said clunky product placement... None of it will stop my slashing. None of it. Mac/Danny/Hawkes OT3!

(8) In the month of November, I wrote 5,610 words.

(9) If my word count for December is under 12,000 I will be very, very surprised.

(10) I don't want to write House anymore. It's hard and I'm bad at it. ::whines::

Arg. Am avoiding packing like whoa. So.

Random Things That Annoy Me In Fic Which I Would Like To Outlaw, Given The Opportunity, And Make Punishable By Public Stoning:
( cut because some of you don't care and others of you will want to kill me. Also it's long. )


I leave it at four not because I don't have more, but because it's almost time for The Daily Show and I figure I've pissed enough people off. So let me just go ahead and say that the usual disclaimers do apply. All my opinion, you is a general term, and better people than I have done it all and done it well.