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NEEDLE & THREAD
Sammy hadn’t said a word since we’d got in the car. It wasn’t that I particularly wanted to have some deep, touchy feely heart-to-heart with him, I just needed something to concentrate on. I was this close to actually switching on the radio and suffering Aretha Franklin, which said something.
( Like you’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. )
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CONGRATULATIONS! You have attained the rank of: not a terrorist! Woo-hoo! I succesfully navigated the American customs obstacle course of doom. Have been reminded that everyone in Havard is really, really hot. Have also been reminded of how beautiful we're all sure Jo will look with her new wonderful hair and how good she apparently is with her new decks, o how glad I am that she is going to be a famous beautiful chic London DJ. This is the point where I add a big appendix to my Why Kant Had Better Be Right About That Bloody Afterlife Thing and prove the non-existence of God.
Go me.
Spending the night with my grandparents was fun. Grandpa was old, mad and completely blind drunk the whole time, and Grandma was old, mad and had the flu. I now suddenly and unaccountably thirsty. Little Miss Sunshine was on the plane. It's amazing. Well, it was until my TV died. Stupid inflight entertainment systems of USELESSNESS.
Feeling particularly graphicsy today. Wooh! Check out some random Dean header that Trisha's already laughed at me for doing when I should have been packing:
More soon, I hope. There's also a wallpaper, but it's basically me going AWOL with my bloodbrushes and it doesn't look that good. Jensen's just far too pretty to waste.
And Iz, you know I'm making you a mix CD for Christmas? Do you want just a 'Lottie Thinks These Songs Are Cool And You Should Listen To Them' or do you want an FST-y themed one? Like about you, or something you like, or whatever? I'm so up for that.
Psst- I think I really like The Smiths. Don't tell anyone!
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Tim McGraw- Real Good Man |
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Everybody! Check out Datarock now! I Used To Dance With My Daddy and Fa Fa Fa are the best, because I say so. And I have decided that House 9's anthem is tuly Pendulum's Blood Sugar.
Icons, icons, icons. Go me! Check out my new icon, which is teh smexx. I made some Supernatural icons too (some of them are even of Sammy! Shock). I call them The Colourful Bases and Dotted Text Batch because I am original. And I'm pretty proud of the colouring, considering most of my screencaps look like this.
Plus, I get triple points for typing in mittens.
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America is cold. America is pumpkin central. America is the only place in the world you can find signs with the words HUNGRY HUNGRY GAGAMOOS written on them for no apparent reason.
And I have Internet. What a novelty.
Bought a cool issue of NME at the airport. Has Panic! on the front. Has lots of cool bands I've never heard of that I am having great fun investigating. Radiohead is cool, BOC too, but I need something new. Corey Taylor from Slipknot is amsuingly normal. We Are The Physics is awesome. But Peaches is a ho.
Practically broke down at Customs, though. Stupid Feds. And their stupid paranoia. And their stupid forms which nobody tells you anything about until you get to the desk and they're all, what is the purpose of your visit, did you bring any moths, did you bring any meat, did you bring any armed nuclear warheads or letters from Bin Laden?
HEAVEN FORBID THAT YOU BRING ANY SNAILS. GASTROPODS OF THE GRAVE. FOUR HERMAPHRODITES OF THE APOCALYPSE. THEY WILL MOLLUSC YOU TO DEATH.
But lots of Dean angst. So much Dangst, in fact, that I'm beginning to think that the Impala scene could spawn a whole new series on its own titled Assurances of the Previously Known, subtitle, Dean Winchester Is A Little Fucked Up.
I wish I could write good Dean fic. But it always just starts off with Dean wanting to kick the shit out of something, and then disintegrates into a rant about how awesome he is.
Oh well.
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OMG! I've just been brainstorming over the best idea, ever! EVAR!!!
( I'm sorry, Kirk subvocalized, I didn't know you were sentient. )
So, iPod's pretty much bust, but I'm too psyched about this idea to be too bothered. Gonna see SOAP with Dad tomorrow, see if I can drag him to the craft shop too to get the stuff I need, thinking of buying roller skates, things are just fine, fine, fine. Slightly over the top because of not sleeping as much as I should, but dude. I hope this customisation works out okay and I don't screw up and the laptop doesn't work anymore. That would kinda suck.
But if I do pull it off, I'm totally pimping it to people in school and insinuating that if they wanted theirs customised, someone's happy to oblige, well, for a price.
Oh yeah, in my dream last night, a reaper gave me a piece of frayed green string in my grandparent's house and told me I was gonna die painfully, eaten by huge lizards with sharp pointy teeth. Spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how to save myself from said terrible fate. And then there was something about infiltrating a spa, some wizard chick and climbing up a wooden elevator shaft.
Whatever.
ART AND CREATIVITY! :D
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Splashdown- A Charming Spell |
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Having issues with miPod again. Well, actually this time it's not the iPod but the computer connection - first I thought it was a USB 1.1 versus 2.0 fault, then after extensive Internet surfage I realised it was a FireWire versus USB anything-point-anything that's the problem.
I get a tremendous satisfaction knowing that my iPod is now mechanically obsolete.
Point is, I stick my the thing into the laptop and it's recognised fine but the system leeches battery from the iPod and within, say, three and a half minutes the iPod shuts up shop. Charges perfectly well in the dock, though, so I know it's not just being an Apple product and therefore being rubbish. So tomorrow Dad and I are going downtown to see if we can get a FireWire PCI adator card in the well-informed hopes of answering my sync-and-charge problems.
So obviously, the only thing to do while I'm pining for said card is to indulge in mindless memes stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) snowmadder and rec fic.
( Duh. )
Fic-wise, well, most of the stuff I've bookmarked is done for idea-sparking, not for great writing. Thus I shall only share a few pieces which I think are absolutely tip-top stuff, boys.
Busted
My concession to the greatness of Ray Kowalski. This is a bit of a marathon to read and so it's probably not that great a choice for someone who's never watch dS. But the characterisation of Ray is unbelievable, so I guess freakish_geek, this one's for you.
I'm AWOL, MIA, on the lam, and my skin feels itchy, like there are people after me. Far as I know, though, Canada doesn't have any kind of medical extradition treaty with rehab hospitals, so that's just paranoia kicking in, and when the guy with the bomber jacket comes over to me, I reach down and grab the duffel bag.
Ain't Scared of Lightning (The Life and Times of Dean Winchester)
Probably my all-time favourite Dean fic. Because of the lettuce analogy. And because of the Luke fucking Skywalker conversation. And because of Dean's inability to understand why exploding fireball bullets don't interest his brother. I love this thing.
Dean thinks he's the lettuce. If his father's the bacon, all tough and brittle and burnt around the edges, and Sam's the tomato, sort of squishy except for that one part of skin that can't be cut no matter which knife you pull from the drawer, then that makes Dean the lettuce, there to keep the bacon and the tomato apart, because, really, who wants to eat squishy, brittle bacon and pig-flavored tomato?
Sic Transit Gloria
I have read this stupid fic like, way too many times. It is the second most-depressing Dean fic I have, from the title alluding to the prase nothing on Earth is permanent to the super cheerupemokid angst of Dean, did I mention the emo. It even gives a fairly sympathetic portrayal of Sammy.
"Yeah, of course," he said softly. "Do... do you want anything?"
I want a lot of things, I wanted to say.
"No," is what I did.
I love hurt!fic. And I would totally rec you all Spirk, because it is sweet and innocent and retro, but I'd probably get a shoe thrown at me. As far as Supernatural is concerned, all I need to do now is find one titled Sam the American Ungulate and I'm sorted.
Mooooose.
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Elliot Smith- Tomorrow Tomorrow |
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PS, the colour is so much nicer on my computer. Obviously ImageShack has issues with .jpg files and wants me to use .png from now on, or something. It's only, like, the most commonly used file format for pictures. Anyway, check out the Winchester music love and the hot journal the layout pixies gave to me. NOTE TO PIXIES: I wish it to be known that I kept up the layout for as long as possible, but that it was slightly impairing my ability to read anything. But your HTML is impressive, and it is lovely, so I have saved it regardless of practicality.
And I have joined the Mages and Fighters Guild, as well as having been invited to the Dark Brotherhood, and am ten levels better than Dad. Har har.
( Random art. )
I have been watching too much Star Trek. We were discussing the parallels of The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet a few days ago and I was paying little enough attention to what I was saying to remark, oh yeah, that's just like those two feuding families, the Capulets and the Romulans.
Never did like the stupid Montagues anyway.
The upside is that I've been more eager to finish The Physics of Star Trek, which is an absolutely fascinating breakdown of all the technology aboard all Federation starships, even if it's only mentioned Captain Kirk once so far. Thus preceedeth physics ramblings that need to be written down somewhere but you are perfectly exempt from reading, except maybe Shosto, because we're cool like that. Everytime I try to enthuse about it to my parents they give me this weird maybe-we-should-DNA-test-for-parenthood look which is decidedly undeserved.
( Spock wants to go down to engineering to discuss fuel equations. Kirk's heart is breaking with joy and pain, and Spock wants to talk about fuel equations. With someone else. )
Holiday! First few days spent at Indian Head Resort in the mountains, where we met some sweet Ukrainian waiter who accidentally started speaking in an English accent after serving us and pulled weird Ukrainian faces in response to the awful country singer next door. Yadda yadda yadda, Something to do with nature - I kinda zoned out on that one - and a pedalo or two. Then we drove down to Bar Harbor in Maine where lobster was consumed and we went to the secret island in the sea which is only accessible for a few hours each day, and should by all rights be the home of blood-thirsty zombies and hot teenagers in various stages of undress, but wasn't. Again with the nature thing, but I wouldn't know.
Tired. But in a good way, I guess. ♥
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Oasis- Guess God Thinks I'm Abel |
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We now have a reliable Internet connection, complete with telephone and working TV. So to celebrate our reconnection to the world, we're going camping.
...
Have spent most of my Internetless-time trying to forget about the angry man on eBay and saving the world of Cyrodiil from the impending Daedric invasion in Oblivion. Well done Dad for buying it. Though I still can't find any of that damn brandy, not even in the mages guild. >[
Supernatural was on at nine, which is eleven shades of awesome. Even though I had to miss most of it to finish watching Harry Potter with Rosie, 'cause it would've given her nightmares and she had to go to bed. I feel sullied and unusual (despite the fact that the HP movies are actually quite good, shh).
Plus, Jared's practically porning with the Woman-in-White, hah hah, but just what the fuck. Is Jensen doing. With Bloody Mary. Rage.
September 28th.
Ye gods.
Now get the hell away from him.
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| Cyrillic Brandy |
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OBLIVION THEME TUNE WOO |
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By now, the exams all pan out with the same numbing inevitability as they do every year. At least in the circles we move in.
Blah blah exams blah, Internet blah, lack of, blah blah, congrats on everyone who knows they did well/is denying they did well and I had to get up at some godforsaken time in the morning to get my results (Boston blah), so I think I should get an extra pat on the back. For being great. And conscious. 'N stuff.
And well done Trisha, for getting full marks in English and/or RS, and if I hear you bemoan your appalling performance in either subject's exam again, strange luck-bringing ritual or no, I swear I'm gonna kill yer.
Clap clap. Etc.
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The Smiths- How Soon Is Now? |
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So, off to WOMAD tomorrow. At dawn, apparently. My parents are so full of good ideas these days.
Oh! But, due to the fact that I have, like, nothing in this country anymore - we've been living with three spoons between us for the past two days - I've got better at guitar. That is, I've learned more songs, is that the same thing? Incubus' Southern Girl, The Bluetones' Last of the Great Navigators, Blue Oyster Cult's Don't Fear (The Reaper), Elliot Smith's Memory Lane and most of Oasis, because I swear they only use, like, three chords in all their songs ever.
Yeah. Cappos ROCKASSMON. And I got an invite to join a members-only Clex community where artists illustrate scenes from fanfiction, which is cool. And speaking of art (notice my seamless transmission from one topic to another):
( Falling in love is hard on the knees. )
Also, because I'm really cool, I made Dean's EMF/Walkman from scratch for an FST cover. Using only reference and this lame excuse for a Supernatural cap, I'm proud of it, and it's not finished so when it is it'll have the playlist of the FST and the lights will flicker sequentially like the thing's reacting to some supernatural goings-on because IN NO WAY AM I A SAD FRIENDLESS NERD. It looks like the real thing! Well, if Dean's EMF really does look like a Walkman TCD-D3 with police sirens stuck on the top. :D
But yeah. I'll have no Internet for a while. Try to hold back your tears.
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I had an altercation with a moth last night. A big, black, meaty mofo. It was like Moths in da Hood, I swear, if I'd looked closer I bet he'd have been covered in spray paint and tattoos. Of machetes. In bandanas. 'N stuff.
eBay made me £120, though, which is cool. Plus, messing 'round with e-cards is incredible.
And I have S3 of due South, which always makes me happy. Kowalski is amazing, shake bad guys shake, and Fraser's practically badass compared to earlier series. And Spy vs. Spy is like, one of the funniest episodes I've seen. Not least because Nero Wolfe is the road-raging secret agent driver who kept kicking Benny and Ray out onto some poor guy's stereo and I frickin' love it when my fandoms collide.
The 'Mountie at the Opera' thing, with gratuitous ballet. Aha. Ha. Ha.
But yeah. That moth. Son of a bitch.
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Sammy, just for you an' those CDs.
225MB, though, so make sure your laptop can handle it.
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Sugarcult- Destination Anywhere |
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OK, so life sucks hard. BUT WE HAVE TRANSCRIPTS, OH YES WE DO. And this is, like, a spoiler fest, so watch out. I love Dean.
( Supernatural Season 2, Episode 1: In My Time Of Dying )
Thank goodness they decided to forego all the getting-them-back-alive crap. I hate arcs like that.
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I have a new phone and it is hot. And not, like, crafted in the stoneage by cavemen. I was thinking, maybe I could allot a song to all of you on my caller list so when you rang me it'd be like, oh, this is so-and-so's and my song, let's pick it up and see how she is. I don't know, I just thought it would be cool. So, do you have any suggestions as to what song I should give you or give someone else?
( The blueprints. )
So yeah. I have a new number, which is: 07795-006246. Add me, or you suck.
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Shh, don't tell anyone (because somebody's very behind on her requests) but here's Laura's Dresdon Dolls layout. Using their Glass Slipper lyrics. Cut and paste it into your overrides and set your font color to black and you're ready to go. Hope it's what you wanted, I vaguely remember something about the DDs and it having to be lighter, but it wouldn't be the first time I got something wrong.
The computer's going tomorrow morning, along with my CDs and stereo and DVDs and other reasons to go on living. So if you don't hear from me in a while, don't get all worked up and send out search parties because I will already be dead. Goodnight and good luck and good God there had better still be Internet or I'm gonna go and kick some ass, Winchester style.
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Seal- Killer |
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I have hot Dean layout. I have hot Dean (and a tiny little bit of Sam) icons. I even have a frickin' hot Dean mood theme which took me all of yesterday to do.
But I do not have Dean. ;___;
ENTER RPS, STAGE LEFT!! ♥ ♥ And STFU Smallville, nobody asked you to leave me in the lurch like that. My heart is elsewhere, whole-heartedly cheating on you. I hope your soul weeps.
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Let me just begin by saying, mascara is bloody annoying.
So spent all my money on piratey things that I'm never going to wear ever again, but what the hell. Mascara and kohl fell through some portal to hell and hit me in the eye. Elisha picked me up at six, we listened to the fuzboll on the radio in the car, got lost but finally found our way to Harry's hugely incredibly massively rich country house and I swear to God there were Titians on those walls. Met by servants, shown to rooms. Went down through the gardens (he has a lake. A lake, Miss Bennett) to the pool and stood around awkwardly while nobody talked to us.
The first thing Slaine said to us was that she felt like a whore. X) Well, Slaine, that outfit of yours was perhaps daring but I wouldn't use the word 'whore' in particular. We love you, bustier girl!
So I drank Pimms. Which isn't that great, but whatever, it was the sociable thing to do. When more people arrived we went and sat down at our designated tables by the side of the pool, and it became apparent that I was to be Lotty Devon for the night. I sat next to Hugo Gye, Alice Gye's older brother who was sporting an attractive white t-shirt with the words 'I Am Not A Pirate' scribbled on it in black pen. I liked him immediately. He's pretty cool, and asked me to dance, and got exceedingly drunk and mopey. And I can't help but think that this was half my fault, because after he'd remarked that I was being pretty abstemious in the alcohol department I told him about Trisha asking Slaine to get me drunk, and he wanted me to get drunk, too. He said that he considered it rude that I wasn't drinking much of the red wine he'd poured for me, and I said I considered it rude that he texted Alice to ask if I were worth the bother of talking to, hem hem. I suggested, flippantly, that I would drink more if he cried (he told me he was very proud of his record of not crying for four years), at which point he put his head in his hands and was very, very quiet for a while. o_O; Aha. Ha.
The boy on my left was called Tom and was quite amusing too, and as I had Waldo on my table (who kept giving speeches about being a gentleman and pouring the ladies wine) and a guy who was apparently a neo-Nazi (but you weren't ever sure if he were joking or no), I reckon I got the best placing. Tom played Cecily in The Importance of Being Earnest and had been taught how to be a lady and give loving, demure smiles to everyone. When I asked him to show me it was a truly terrifying transformation. He was the lady.
I was assured by a guy on Elisha's table that someone sitting next to me was gay. I just wasn't sure which one it was.
After dinner there was music and dancing, and I danced - I wasn't tipsy, exactly, but slightly invigorated - with Elisha until some thirty-year-old guy in a sailor's costume asked me if I'd like to, and, innocently, I accepted. It was only when he said loosen your wrist and your shoulder and always try to find my hand that I knew something was not right, and just as my mind was getting into aw, crap mode he started throwing me about like something, well, that really should not be thrown but is. Swing dancing is amazing, but goodness me, he was strong. I'm not fat but I'm no feather either, and wow. It was great, but tiring, embarrassing, completely malco but still great great great. :D They were playing Take The A Train, and all.
Momentarily talked to a very attractive American intellectual called Max whilst Hugo was off, erm, being drunk, who advised me that when anybody started wandering aimlessly about and gravitating towards nature he was probably very, very drunk. I liked him, he was cool. But he kinda disappeared after a while. :( Still! Danced with Hugo twice and sang Crazy Little Thing Called Love with him, because he is funny. And Elisha was asked to dance by Tom and some other guy with his pyjamas on his head, who she totally rinsed. Ah, l'amour.
And there was some drunk guy in a regency costume who was cool. He heard me loudly say alas! when the power suddenly cut and the music crashed, and he turned and said, excellent word, that! Then he tried to get me to jump in the pool with him and said he'd call me Charlotte for short. X)
So yeah. The first part of the party I was thinking, now I remember why I don't go to these things anyway. But it was worth it, and however bad I was that swing dancing was the most exhilerating thing, I just wish I were a bit more elegant on my feet. Then Elisha and I said goodbye to Harry, who obviously had no clue who we were, and we hit the road back home.
I think everyone had a good time. Cami had an argument with her mother which meant she was being picked up at eleven, but that obviously didn't happen. She was rather popular amongst the men. Sophie knew some Chinese guy from before and despite being unable to get home as soon as she wanted appeared to be enjoying herself. As far as Slaine is concerned, well, she and Paul were being their typical selves and she seemed happy enough when we left her. There was some paparrazzi woman dancing around with a camera for the whole party, so hopefully Slaine'll be able to get a hold of some pictures soon.
And you know, that effing mascara still won't come off. ♥
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Sugizo- Synchronicity |
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So, everyone up for dinner on Friday 30th Tuesday 27th?
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OMG exams XD. But this is kind of physics-y. YAY FEAR MY FONT SKILLS. ♥ ♥ ♥
☆ SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE ☆
Oh baby, don't you know I suffer? Oh baby, can you hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretences, how long before you let me go?
You set my soul alight.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive -
I thought I was a fool for no-one, oh baby, I'm a fool for you
You're the queen of the superficial and how long before you tell the truth?
You set my soul alight.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstars sucked into the supermassive -
Supermassive black hole.
Get the song, you know you want to. It's so hot I made a really random layout during it. ♥MUSE.
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