Life's a Party

So braindead.

I visited the parents this past weekend. It was a nice, mellow two day visit. I spent both train rides listening to a lot of Fall Out Boy on my headphones.

I got home around 7:30, was chatting w/ natilathehun on AIM when I suddenly became ridiculously stir crazy. We continued our conversation on the phone. She educated me on a lot of Wentz canon history and then told me beautiful Pete/Patrick stories that she's planning on writing while I walked (with occasional bouts of jogging and skipping) around town for three hours until finally my legs got tired, at which point I went back to my apartment and collapsed into bed—

—where I continued listening to natilathehun tell me beautiful stories until 3:30 in the morning (5:30 for her). She had work today. I should be sorry for keeping her up. But I'm so, so not sorry at all.

I went to bed, woke up six hours later with the worst headache of ever, took some Tylenol (I kind of hate taking drugs for anything), washed twelve bajillion dishes (that were all mine, because I'm disgusting like that and let dirty dishes pile up in my room) did a mild tidying that included making my bed, which has not been made in roughly three months and met goluxexmachina for lunch.


Oh, what else.

I figured out how I'm ending the Patrick/Maja fic. Now I just have to write the thing. I'm thinking 2500-3000 words by the time it's done. Don't quote me on that.

Thanks to natilathehun I now know enough canon backstory to start writing another scene in my vampire!Pete fic.


In other news:

Avril took her clothes off for Blender. This was basically the highlight of my week, somewhat dimmed by the fact that I saw said magazine whilst shopping for DVD's at blockbuster w/ my father, hence could not actually purchase it. Yes, I would have paid money for that. No, I am not being facetious. Hell yeah, she's the motherfuckin' princess.


I'm going to go nap now.

I still haven't seen Heroes.

I stabbed my toe on a brick this morning. No, not stubbed. Stabbed. There's a little gouged out bleeding hole at the crease where big toe meets foot. Do not ask.


So I have some extra money this month. I'm not sure how that happened, but enough extra money that I can waste some on clothes without going broke.

Victoria's Secret has an online sale (through Thursday) for people who get the e-mail newsletter. 25% off any single item. I ordered myself a frilly pink dress.

FRILLY. PINK. I'm kind of in love with it.

( Look! See! )

Understand that the last time I owned a dress? I was seventeen and going to prom with a crazy Romanian communist. Not that that's relevant. We were friends in high school. Sort of. And everyone in my friend group ended up picking prom dates in much the same way that you pick names out of a hat in a Secret Santa. Minus the hat.


Fannishly:

I'm about 5000 words into the vampire!Pete fic. I'm not quite sure how that happened. There're about 2000 words in there I don't remember writing at all. Yay progress!

I went through all of my collected Fall Out Boy image downloads picking out ones I might use for the Pete/Patrick vid I'm working on. They're now filed according to lyric.


Random:

Hilarious post linked on metaquotes: here
Disturbing thing fashes linked me for whatever reason: here
The Best Thing Ever: here

Dude, I was, like, moments away from posting to the flist asking if anyone knew whether Pete lived in campus housing or at home while in college. And then ( this showed up on the Q & A boards )

::WIN::

I'm approx. 2000 words into that fic where Pete is a vampire, but it's not a 16 Candles AU. I really ought to come up with something shorter to call it.


In other news: So I Watched Release the Bats

lierdumoa: now I kind of want a pete turns into a girl fic where he's all disappointed that he can't pee standing up anymore and has to actually, like, take his pants off and squat
lierdumoa: wait, what am I saying -- girls can totally pee standing up
lierdumoa: we just have to be straddling the toilet
lierdumoa: it's the aiming we suck at
fashes: well ... if you jut out your pelvis
lierdumoa: well, okay, pelvis jutting might allow for aiming
lierdumoa: though that would take, like, practice
lierdumoa: oh god, Pete would totally practice
fashes: Of course he would!
fashes: YOU CAN'T TAKE HIS PEEING ON THINGS AWAY FROM HIM
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In my head? Girl!Pete wears skirts all the time. Solely for the purpose of peeing standing up more easily. He just stands astride the toilet seat, panty pulled to one side (if he's wearing one) just letting it rip. This way he can catch any stray trickle before it makes it all the way down his leg.

Joe: It's kinda like Pete didn't turn into a girl at all.
Joe: He just got easy bake crotch surgery.
Joe: Instead of a tattoo.
Pete: ::wanders into the room::
Pete: ::bounces on the balls of his feet a little, watching his chest flop::
Pete: Do my tits seem small to you?
Joe: ...
Patrick: ...
Andy: You're a modest b-cup.
Joe: ...
Patrick: ...
Pete: That's decent, I guess.
Pete: ::wanders back out of the room::