Life's a Party

Life goes well!

I saw Electric Six in concert! And let me tell you all about the fire at that disco. Ended up taking a very, very pretty (and adorably geeky) Australian tourist to bed. Insert "down under" joke here. Oh, the pale blue green of his eyes. The delicate pink flush of his penis. Like making out with an oil painting. A warm, naked oil painting. And he gave me a massage. It was like it was my birthday or something.

OH WAIT. IT WAS.

Also, I bought myself a kick-ass halloween costume this year. I ended up using it for work. In fact, now that I think about it, I might actually be able to write it off my taxes. I do enjoy my job. I really, really do.



I've decided to henceforth stick to birthday resolutions and forget about New Year's resolutions. It turns out I actually end up accomplishing my birthday resolutions, and I'm really not up for achieving anything after I've just gone through the trauma of the holidays.



Still don't have a vidding machine. I need to get on that because I found the *perfect* song for an Avatar vid.


Saw The Dead with kuwdora and her fan friend. It was kind of amazing. I highly recommend to any zombie lover. I then extracted from her a promise that we would get drunk and see In Time as soon as it came out in theaters. WATCH THE TRAILER YOU GUYZ. And then you will understand my insistence both that we see the movie in theaters and that we not be sober at the time.

It's possible I'll just have to make this a rule every time I see an Amanda Seyfried movie. I mean, it's the only way I made it through Red Riding Hood. Seriously, that movie had Gary Oldman *and* Michael Shanks DanielJackson. Who of course dies. Like DanielJackson does. At least, I think he dies. Did I mention I was drunk when I saw this movie?

I'm really not a lush, I swear.


Also, I may or may not be dating. Platonic dating with possible option for future romantic upgrade? She mentioned an ex boyfriend (straight?) and how she considered majoring in queer studies (bi?). Either way it means I'm hanging out with a smart gorgeous redhead so, go me.

Now I just need to figure out how to cut loose that guy I inadvertently tricked into thinking I was a nice girl. permetaform, stop laughing.

It's an interesting change, actually having a sex life.


Also, I may have, uhm, inhaled all episodes of the new Hawaii Five-0. It reminds me of SGA, being that it is also a show made by fans of genre shows from the 70's with no small degree of irreverent fannish glee. Granted it's a completely different genre. Though bizarrely, since both shows feature characters in the military, I had the surreal experience of reading slash that brings up DADT for the first time since SGA.

Perhaps even more surreal was reading slash fic about the overturning of DADT for the first time since DADT was actually overturned in reality.

The world, she is a-changin'.


I need a new mood theme. Suggestions, anyone?

Within the past five days I:

Found out I'll be missing an event I've been looking forward to for months (the date for which was only recently revealed) because it conflicts with the vacation I've already purchased plane tickets for.

Failed to submit anything to vividcon. I just wasn't happy enough with the rough draft to feel like I'd be able to have a satisfactory final draft by the deadline. Which is to say, the vid didn't really feel convention-worthy. In any case, I'll probably be posting it to my lj within the next couple weeks.

Missed a vocal lesson after getting on the wrong bus and not noticing my error until I glanced up, thinking I must be getting close to my stop, and realized I was in fact clear across the city.

Contracted a mild case of dysentery.

No, seriously. ( TMI ahead )

Suffice it to say, I am never buying ravioli from that pizza place down the street ever again.


I went to a four hour concert on Sunday, despite the dysentery. I managed to make it through the concert, though I was clenching my buttocks very tightly on the way back to my apartment afterwards.

The concert was outdoors. I am heinously sunburned. I kind of forgot I could get sunburned. Usually I just tan and tan and tan. Then again, usually I don't go from vampire pale to Persian dark in a single sitting. Pre-sunburn, my skin actually looked paler than that of half the white people standing around me (many of whom were over-tanned themselves). Now I think my skin is in shock.

Speaking of, had a blast at the concert. Kris Allen is awesome live. He continues to be dreamy. And bouncy. And pocket sized. And God I love his voice.

Under normal circumstances I'd be annoyed to attend a concert surrounded by teen and preteen girls, but in this case it was actually nice to not be a head shorter than everyone and thus be able to see the stage. Especially with a front man as pocket sized as Kris.

No, seriously, I almost cracked up when the tech guy came out after the preceding performer to lower the mike stand by like, a foot. I almost cracked up again when Kris proceeded to sing *on his tip-toes.*

He could not be more precious if he tried.


So. Week from hell. But it did have it's high points.

Tuesday I....
- hung out with a friend
- went to a Massive Attack concert with said friend (awesome!)
- ate way too many bagel chips dipped in cream cheese
- discovered two awesome musical artists, Martina Topley-Bird and Pomplamoose

Wednesday I....
- had a savory crepe and blintz (pastry filled with cheese) for breakfast
- SUFFERED from cheese overload (lactose intolerance is no laughing matter; except in the sense that it is actually excellent fart joke material)
- went to a job interview and rocked it in spite of horrible stomach ache
- finished reading Less Than Zero and went to bed feeling deeply traumatized

Thursday I....
- CONTINUED TO SUFFER -- never again, oh my God.

Friday I....
- finally expelled the evil cheese from my system after two days of gas, bloating and constipation
- GOT THE JOB. YEAH, BITCHES! I HAVE A JOB! MY FIRST REAL JOB. (I start on the 7th)
- celebrated with dinner and a movie: Prince of Persia (epic race fail; Jake Gyllenhaal was not shirtless nearly often enough for my taste, but at least it was less lame than Percy Jackson)

Saturday I....
- took a nice walk on the beach, and to the store, and back home
- read fic and procrastinated

Sunday I....
- read fic and procrastinated
- spent an hour cleaning house (six more hours and my house might actually be clean, but hey, it's a start)

Today I....
- spent two hours looking for the stud to a piercing I need to get re-pierced, before giving up
- bought some much needed t-shirts
- browsed through a business oriented book on songwriting
- started reading Sarah Rees Brennan's latest book

....in case you were interested.

Hello all. Long time no post.

Fannishly: Reading a lot of AI slash, both s8 and s7. Also reading Merlin and the occasional SPN/SPNRPS fic. Currently writing a short AI8 fic I hope to finish in time for the kradam_kiss deadline. Also planning to finish my BSG Starbuck vid for the escapade_con vid show. And change my journal layout for the love of God.

I got a lot of exercise in over the holiday. It's the one benefit of being trapped for two weeks in Middle-of-Nowhere, CA with my dysfunctional family, no driver's license, and no wifi. The easiest method for escape turned out to be "I'm taking a walk."

Thus I spent my holiday walking/jogging an average of two hours a day, sleeping an average of twelve hours a day, and eating for the remainder. Sometimes I walked and ate simultaneously. And I managed not to gain any weight, so basically my metabolism is crazy high right now. Hopefully I can keep it that way.

My new years resolutions are as follows:

1. Learn guitar and finish all my unfinished song projects.
2. Get my artwork into my university's annual gallery show.
3. Get a part time job, if not in the spring, then definitely over the summer.
4. Spend less.
5. Party more.
6. Get laid (you do not even want to know how long it's been since that last happened).
7. Exercise more and eat more vegetables.

that I WAS AT COMICON.

highlights, in brief:
Burn Notice panel, aka The Bruce Campbell Stand-Up Comedy
Chuck panel -- Jeffster live! Adam Baldwin giving Joshua Gomez a wedgie! With his pink underwear!
Park Chan Wook -- panel + free screening of Thirst (the dude who made Old Boy, in case you didn't know)
Marvel Civil War Game panel -- I don't game, but it was kind of cool seeing Stan Lee show up
Sanctuary panel -- OH MY GOD, do I need to be watching this show
Glee -- ENTIRE 2ND EPISODE WAS AIRED
Smallville & Supernatural -- FRONT ROW SEATS, BABY, 10 feet away from Sera Gamble

I somehow managed to acquire a free Asian thriller DVD and a free copy of the Vampire Diaries without actually trying. I also got some free stuff on purpose by standing in line for it. No autographs, though.

More detailed report later.

The most hilarious thing happened on Saturday.

I was on the bus fairly close to home, talking to a friend. I decided to get off because the bus was too loud to hold a phone conversation and I was only about a mile away from my place. After walking for a while, a car came up behind me.

Obnoxious boy #1 yelled out the window that I was beautiful. I rolled my eyes, said a semi-sarcastic thanks and continued talking to my friend over the phone.

Obnoxious boy #2 asked me if my feet were tired (with the unspoken implication that he'll be willing to give me a ride, of course, pun intended). I said, "I'm good," and again went back to my conversation.

And then. A third voice arose. A female voice, saying "I am so sorry. I'm sooo sorry."

This I had to see. I turned towards the car so fast I almost gave myself whiplash, because what? These losers actually had a woman in the car with them? I saw this beautiful Asian girl in the front seat with the world's most wretchedly embarrassed expression on her face.

"It's okay," I told her, trying not to laugh. I figure she was trapped in the car with either her endearingly stupid male college friends or possibly her endearingly stupid male sibling and his friends.

This event, combined with the event which took place earlier on in the day, wherein a guy told me I had a cute laugh after I cackled gratingly into the phone during a separate phone conversation, leads me to conclude that my new hair cut has given me sex hair, and I look like a million bucks right now.


So. You know. WIN.

My brain is a terrible place. I saw this news article and now all I can hear in my head is the voice of Maggie Gyllenhaal breathily moaning "I'm your secretary" while masturbating in an office bathroom.

Note: I'm kind of amazed at myself for being able to correctly spell her last name from memory.


I wrote the worst paper in the history Art History. Luckily my instructor took pity and gave us all an extra week.

I have the money to buy the ergonomic shoes I've been coveting. Only the shoes I have right now are pretty good, and I have a million other worthwhile things I could also be spending that money on. Or I could put it in my savings account. In any case, I need to get it out of my checking account before it all gets spent on overpriced food because I took the time to make myself a lunch only to forget it in my fridge for the second day in a row.

I am so tired right now I'm strongly considering giving up some of my culinary pretention and actually buying pre-grated parmesan because it's the only kind they cell at the corner store near my house and shopping anywhere that will sell me a decent block of Reggiano requires at least a mile and a half of walking.

On the other hand I haven't been to a Whole Foods in so long I'm starting to miss stinky French cheese like the deserts miss the rain. Not that I need to be buying any when I'm five pounds away from being able to sit down in my tight jeans without losing circulation.


Supposedly there should be a paycheck in the mailbox when I get home today.

::crosses fingers::

Speaking of fingers, I stabbed myself in one with a kitchen knife this morning. God only knows what I'll do to myself in welding class tomorrow. Wish me luck! Or a swift death!


I'm currently poking at notes for an original novel whose characters are in my head sekritly being played by Jared Padalecki and Tricia Helfer. I haven't decided if they're going to end up fucking in it yet, tho. I mean, they should. Because that would be hot. But if it's not working in the story I'm not going to try to force it. Nobody likes pasted on subtext. I've got Eartha Kitt in there too. Try to bend your brain around that one. See if you do a better job of it than I'm doing. Seriously, I have, like, no work done on this thing and it was supposed to be a nanowrimo project. I am so made of fail. Clearly I need to not quit my day job where I'm a part-time nudist.

Yeah, I basically had no reason for writing this post.


ETA: After seeing several interviews on youtube it has become clear to me that Robert Pattinson hates Edward even more than Kristen Kreuk hated Lana. Which is probably more hate than any single person can handle without exploding. Then again, Robert Pattinson kind of seems like he might be on the verge of doing just that.

And seriously, if he did explode? SPARKLY VAMPIRE CONFETTI FOR EVERYONE!!1!

Had a figure modeling job today. Was really tired afterwards. Drank a frighteningly supercaffeinated thing and spent a couple hours waiting for it to kick in. It kept not kicking in. Talked to a friend on the phone whining, "SOOO TIIIIRED, WHYYYYYYY?!?" whilst using the internet to estimate how many calories figure modeling burns (I assume a little less than what yoga burns).

Spent a good fifteen minutes of blank confusion before connecting the dots and realizing I have in fact burned more calories than I've eaten today.

FAIL.

Now I'm trying to figure out if I should eat at the overpriced Thai place nextdoor or go somewhere more reasonably priced but farther away. I don't really feel like Thai. But I also don't really feel like walking.

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I hate school.

Okay, that's a lie. I love school. Only, here is the thing. I have early morning classes/job. My friends have night classes/job. And apparently my body loves sleep more than it loves my friends because I keep waking up in the morning only to find that I've somehow slept through two phonecalls because my friends tried to get a hold of me after 10:00 at night, and I've already been in bed since 9:00, so that I may wake ::before the sun has risen:: to go walking/jogging, take a shower, and hurry off to class.

LIFE SO HARD.

If I could just subsist on 6 hours of sleep a night instead of 8, the world would be a brighter, more wonderful place. For me, anyway. Since I'd get to speak to my friends.

I miss you guys.



Oh right, speaking of which.

I HAS A JOB.

I'm doing figure modeling. You know, where you stand/sit very still, usually sans clothing, and people draw/paint/sculpt you. I had my first workday last Friday. It went well. The schedule is sporadic for this semester since I signed up late, and I'm now getting mostly jobs from other models' last minute cancellations. The pay is decent. Particularly since my parents are still supporting me through college and I don't actually need the money. Next semester I should get steadier work.



I'm reading Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond. It's really good so far. I'm about 1/2 of the way through.



I haven't had much time for fannish things lately.

I still need to post my companion post to my Geisha vid, an in depth vid review for keewick's 32, and an audio commentated version of my Dean vid.

My Dean genderfuck fic is 12962 words thus far.



Hmmm, what else?

My sense of taste has gotten bizarrely acute in the past few weeks. Things that tasted perfectly fine before now have strange, sometimes chemical aftertastes. I don't like it at all. permetaform thinks I'm turning into a sentinel.

Which would be awesome except I don't think I can fit Blair Sandburg in my studio apartment.



Note: I did not make that icon. I only really wish I had. Credit to amandathegreat.