lierdumoa | lots of random

GIP. Decided about forty minutes ago to try my hand at making an icon like the ones you see on some of those elitist icon communities. I think I did okay. Is it just me, or do they all kind of look the same? Kidding! Kidding! Okay, not really kidding. Please don't stone me.

Man, I hella love "Jesse's Girl." It is hella my favorite 80's song of all time. Or of the 80's. Yes.

Someone needs to make a Lindsay/Brian vid to it. Lindsay's POV. Hey! Justin even starts with the same letter as Jesse!

It's fucking genius and you know it.

76 clips made so far. Well, 79, but I decided not to use three. I'll probably throw out more as I go along. 7 more episodes to clip. 25 seconds vidded. Roughly 1/12 of the song. I love Premiere. I love

permetaform for giving me Premiere. And for encouraging my crazy and finding shit for me on google (i.e. obscure soundclips and software, etc.) that I'm too lazy to find (it's platonic, Syd -- don't hurt her -- she's way too small to take you).

So I download

eleveninches's vid, yeah? And I'm like -- this song is hella wrong. Like, it's making me say "hella" like my roomate it's so wrong. And of course in my head, wrong means good, so I'm like Bri (aka my roommate) -- come listen to this! So then this skinny white guy we know who likes to party (read: drink) a lot and weighs about a hundred pounds even though he's of medium height -- he hella knows all the words. He sings the whole damn song as it's playing. Funniest. Shit. Ever.

Then the hall monitor (or whatever they call it) knocks on our door and tells us it's quiet hours. I'm pretty sure we weren't being loud, but whatever. We still kept playing music. Now they're both passed out (roommate and skinny white guy -- on separate beds) and there are empty beer bottles all over the room and my mom is coming to visit in five hours.

Waaaaah.

I'm going to go clip more now. And clean. And possibly do homework. Sleep is for the weak.

A few parting notes:

Randy Harrison is still the prettiest.

Alice in Wonderland is the most kickass book ever.

Marshall Mathers looks kinda hot in a straitjacket. Kinda really hot.