So, I was rewatching/watching Veronica Mars, because I'm a loser like that, and OHMYGOD LOGAN IS SO CUTE. It's as bad as a shoujo manga, the way they make the relationship, but a;slkdfj. Can't stop. Love too much.

PHYSICS TEST TOMORROW.

So. Code Geass R2 started (yay!) and I'm downloading episode one (yay!) and I have a physics test on Monday (not yay).

And if you choose to never ever associate with me ever again, I will understand.

Back in seventh grade, I had the very bad sense to go on quizilla.com and read fanfiction. I didn't even know it was called fanfiction, but I read it. And there was this one that just sticks out in my memory, because it was epically long and I absolutely loved it, even though I knew (even then) that her character was a bit of a Sue. Just... a bit.

I, uh, just found it. By googling it. Because I... remember the title. Even now. orz (Oh, the title was "Seto Kaiba: When Geniuses Unite." No, the fic is not much better than the title, from what I remember.) But, um, yeah. I'm about to read it again. Because... nostalgia calls.

...

CAN SOME KIND PERSON PLEASE JUST SHOOT ME NOW?

My sister just told me that if I get together with my crush, she will laugh at me. This leaves me to wonder if 1) I have a bad taste in men, because everyone always laughs at me or if 2) she's just joking and doesn't know that I like him back yet. =/ I'm leaning towards the former, right now.

Oh boy. LJ seriously fucked up this time. D= I hope all the new users don't crash IJ's servers (maybe Squeaky'll get them beforehand or something. xD I'M SURE HE'LL FIGURE OUT HOW TO BECOME PSYCHIC EVENTUALLY, RIGHT?).

MOOOIIIICHIIII-CHAAAAN! NOOOO! T_________T

Wow, I totally flipped my Idol hate upside down and inside out. Now I watch the guys' session religiously (OK, so it's just for the Davids and Danny, who is awesome even if his singing isn't that great--not that I can tell). And apparently, David Hernandez was a male stripper (I don't know why everyone has to say male stripper. It's not like he could have been a female stripper). +10 points.

I finally got a start on my Kanda/Lenalee fic. I mean, IT TOOK LONG ENOUGH! But it finally happened, and I'm proud of myself. Hence the icon.

I also finally bought Le Petit Prince, and Borders is made of fail. I normally prefer Borders over B&N, but not so much anymore. They didn't even have it! D= This might be the only time I will ever appreciate having taken French, too. Now I can read Fuji's favorite book! *is a loser*

...I started watching Yasha today. It's a great drama and I want to just HUG THEM ALL THEY'RE SO CUTE. Especially Moichi. *hugs him* If he's ever hurt, I'll be so upset. I'm already slashing Moichi/Sei, and I think that they might as well be canon and all yaoi manga should be like Yasha. Plot > Smut.

Then again, Yasha is supposed to be based off of a shoujo manga (yeah, right).

So. There's this kid that we all collectively hate on our robotics team. I mean, he's annoying, lazy, and he thinks he's entitled to anything he wants. Yeah. So we kind of complain about him a lot.

So we're all together and this is after we all hitch rides from our very nice team members and drive to our workshop. And so I say to the guy who had to drive him there, "You poor thing! You had to have [insert name here] in your car!"

Only the kid is standing RIGHT BEHIND ME. I DID NOT KNOW THAT.

I feel so bad for him now and I'm going to just... AUGH. I FEEL SO BAD! NEVER TALKING ABOUT ANYONE LIKE THAT (as in, behind their back) EVER AGAIN.

...Not that I should have been doing that to begin with. Okay. Shutting myself up in a little cocoon now.

I mean, really. *pokes icon* Look at this cute little guy! How can there possibly be no fic about him (that I've seen)?! Or a timcampy comm, or something!

So, yesterday, I went home after school (instead of robotics) because I was tired. So I just planned on taking a quick power nap and then getting to work on some things. I went in bed at four, lay down and woke up... at seven in the morning.

That's more sleep in one day than I've gotten in, like, a week. It's ridiculous.

( And now, depending on what Lavi does, I may or may not ship Lavi/Lenalee )

It's four o'clock in the morning right now. I just woke up after getting to bed at seven (SEVEN! I normally don't get any sleep until TWO!) and went "WAIT. I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL. I FEEL REALLY NASTY DO I HAVE TIME TO SHOWE--OMFG HOMEWORK!"

So yeah.

(Do normal people wake up and think in all caps? Because I swear, I'm normally to groggy to do that.)

So, my friend's friends threw her a surprise party and her sisters put together little giftbags for everyone who went and they put ball point pens in there. Super dorky and SUPER CUTE. At least, that's what I thought.

But now, I'm writing with this pen and the ink is just flowing out and it's utterly BEAUTIFUL.

I love this pen.

That's all.

I didn't do a single productive thing today. All day. I just sat and stared at my computer screen.

...No, seriously. I mean, normally I do something that's not-quite-productive like writing or making icons or coding or something, but nope.

Nothing.

I downloaded some really cute gay fluff? Does that count?

No, didn't think so.

Yeah. I fail.

So, I'm reading The Rape of Nanking for a research project type thing, and firstly, it's horrible. I honestly feel like throwing up.

( Second part cut for possibly inflammatory content? )

That's all I had to say. -goes back to her traumatizing reading-

I just did a stupid.

Basically, I was wondering if I could reason through why the demand curve for food is inelastic and put that into an essay. Like, would that be stupid? So I totally spent an hour stressing about that and/or reading through my f-list (let's call it multi-tasking instead of procrastinating).

Yeah. Duh. It's a commodity. I realized that RIGHT WHEN I CALLED MY FRIEND FOR HELP. orz

Back to essay writing, then.

So, my sister discovered that I have five Hello Kitty plushies and she doesn't. So she got angry and decided that the best way to make my life miserable is to stand in the doorway of my room and watch me, to make me uncomfortable while I take notes on GDP (-yawn-).

And then she says, "And also, I'm making you miserable because you can't watch porn."

So I act all disappointed and continue taking my notes (zzzZZZzzZZZ).

After a pause, she continues, "And if you watch it anyways, I'm telling Mom and Dad!"

I giggle and then turn the monitor on so I can post this entry.

And she says, "Don't test me! I'm serious! What are you doing? Xxxsuperporn.com?"

WTF.

And, um, I'm really bad at not procrastinating.

So, uh, I'm trying to make art. With vectors. So far, I have a cup of some brownish liquid of some sort. It's supposed to be hot chocolate, but I'm not sure how I'm supposed to differentiate between that and coffee. Or between that and something much less pleasant, which I won't go into. So yeah. It's interesting.

Now all I have to do is make some penguins. xP

So, after procrastinating all day today, I am finally cleaning my room. Woot! Basically, I started watching Iryu (sexy, sexy show, that) and I got, err, distracted. But yeah. I have a one foot tall pile of coat hangers just waiting for clothes to be put on (I tend to throw my clothes on the floor when choosing outfits in the morning) and I'm not looking forward to this. QUICK SOMEONE EMAIL ME AND DISTRACT ME AGAIN.

Also, I have a layout I promised to make by yesterday. Um. Umm... Shit. I'll do that in between the shirts and the sweaters, I guess. o__O

For whatever reason, I am listening to Love Cook by Ai Otsuka again. And it is making me feel really nostalgic. I mean, more nostalgic than I normally feel, which is saying quite a bit, I think. So I spent a good ten minutes trying to figure out just what I was feeling nostalgic about, and I think I've figured it out.

Last summer. o__O It doesn't seem like it's been long enough to feel nostalgic about it, but apparently it is. I miss the warmth and the way I could leave my windows open and get fresh air. I miss the way everything in my room was pushed to the middle, because I was repainting. I miss going on ridiculously long walks with my dog because I had nothing else to do. I miss being such a shitty writer that I could read anything and love it (I'm still pretty bad, but for some reason, my standard for reading has gone up--how troublesome, right?).

I had just discovered Tezuka/Fuji when I listened to this album the most, so I barreled through tezukafuji, too. And I loved every single one of those fics. Every single one, even though I can't seem to stand reading half of them anymore. I miss that a lot. There also may have been a brief fling with TezuRyo before I got into TezuFuji, but other than that... These songs make me miss having so much to read.

Oh, and that was also when I was breezing through the actual manga, too. And I loved it. I absolutely adored Echizen and I cheered for him and I wanted him to win. I flipped right through everyone else's matches; they didn't matter. I hated it when Tezuka left, because he was the only other character I even kind of liked. Fuji... I didn't even notice Fuji until the very end, in his match against Shiraishi. I miss that. I mean, actually liking the canon.