thewingedword

I am in class right now, do you understand? IN CLASS. I should be taking notes on the return of Wahabism in Islamic culture! And instead... I just got a Twitter. Wingedwords (anywhere on the internet, nowadays, I'm either kitaloon or wingedwords or staykind, pretty much. Too many identities!)

Anyways, I haven't been keeping track of everyone's twitter names because I was determined to not get one, but... damn you, My Chemical Romance. If I fail the final in this class, I am blaming it on YOU bastards. So if you have a twitter, let me know what your name is and I will follow you like Creeper John follows girls through the halls of our dorm, except for how I am far prettier and more charming than John could ever be. *bats eyelashes*


ETA: My teacher just said "Now, this won't be on your final, but for your edification..." and I have NO IDEA what he said after that, because my brain just SHUT OFF. Boom. Not one iota of my attention is going towards the teacher anymore. I didn't even consciously make the decision, it just sort of... happened. Ah, college.

OH MY GOD THEY HATCHED

  

LOL THEY ARE THE COLOR OF MY ROOMMATE'S BEDDING.

Please click, omg, they are so CUTE. I really want the pink one to turn out male, btw.


Also, my best friend sent me a mixtape and a hand-written letter. I sniffled. DDDDDD:

Things With Which I Will Reward Myself Upon Finishing My Essay

-An hour of yoga at the gym.

-The good ice cream in the dining hall.

-The first night I have free time, popping a bag of popcorn and watching Master & Commander.

-Reading The Spirit Ring by Lois McMaster Bujold, which my mom sent me in her care package. ♥

-Buy Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead, the play, if I have room in my weekly budget for it. I probably will, unless I have to buy more cereal, so that should cut down on my cereal-munching problem. I have motivation!

Good times, people, good times.


ETA: I am done essaying for the night. Aside from quotes, ( here's what I have brainstormed )

So sometimes I get nervous and stressed and worried and anxious about college, and I worry that I'm going to spend four years and stupid amounts of money accomplishing nothing but being lonely and sad. When that happens, I think to myself: ladyjaida  went to college, and look how awesome she is! She wrote Shoebox and a book and fell in love and graduated with amazing grades and a major in a really cool and interesting topic. So when I hit a bad spot, I think: What would Jaida do?

Usually the answer is, "be more awesome," which isn't precisely helpful, but I find it vaguely reassuring anyways.

I can't decide if this makes me more pathetic or creepy. I am such a DORK, honestly, but it does help, in a way. At least, it helps to know that someone made it through college in such a kickass fashion, although I can hardly hope to live up to even a fraction of that example. And she blogged about college sometimes, and sometimes it sucked and sometimes she loved it, and that's realistic enough that even I can relate to it after a grand total of a week and a half in higher education.

So... thank you, ladyjaida , for managing to inspire me by sheer virtue of being an accomplished woman, a fascinating blogger, and an enviably cool person overall.

(Oh my god, DORK, I am such a. *flails around awkwardly*)

For the record, I'm starting this at 4:13 p.m. EST. When will I finish it? God only knows.

 





In order of album, the complete setlist was Headfirst for Halos, Helena, Give 'Em Hell, Kid, You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison, I'm Not Okay (I Promise), The Ghost of You, [possibly Thank You For The Venom, although I don't remember it], Hang 'Em High, Cemetery Drive, Dead!, This Is How I Disappear, Welcome To The Black Parade, I Don't Love You, House Of Wolves, Cancer, Mama, Sleep, Teenagers, and Famous Last Words, as well as Heaven Help Us, My Way Home Is Through You, and Desert Song. Kickass, seriously, I don't know how you could beat that.

And thus concludes the Epic Recap of Doom. End time: 7:49 p.m. Thank god.

Star Wars is, very sadly, not much of a fandom nowadays. If it were, however, I am sure some of my opinions would be considered Unpopular Fandom Opinions. These include:

1) Harrison Ford is the only actor who can consistently make George Lucas' dialogue sound like it's totally that way on purpose.

2) Hayden Christensen's acting ability comes second to the fact that he is freakishly good-looking. Believe me, this goes against my own better judgement.

3) Leia > Padme.

I should probably explain that last one. I have no problems with Natalie Portman; I would marry Natalie Portman. I think that she's gorgeous and funny and a good actress, and that Padme managed to be at least one of these things. But the Prequel Trilogy is a relatively recent thing; the Original Trilogy was one of the shaping sci-fi influences of my young life, and Leia had a lot to do with that.

She was pretty, curvy, smart, and amazing. She was also badass, loudmouthed, a little emotionally clumsy, and wicked with a gun. Leia was a Princess with an attitude and a heart at the same time, and I thought she was the most awesome thing ever. At the time, I told myself that I wanted to grow up and be her; in retrospect, I'm pretty sure she was my first girlcrush.


Seriously, though, look at her. She is perfect. I remember watching some special where Carrie Fisher talked about how the directors all thought she was a bit heavy for the role and thinking they were absolutely mad. I would give a kidney to have a waist like that (I would, in fact, probably have to remove some internal organs to manage it). And even at the tender young age of I don't even know, maybe twelve, I thought that the metal bikini was something special.

I'm not sure what the point of this post is, but Spike TV aired the entire trilogy multiple times over the weekend, and I just had to share the love. I think that Star Wars is so universally known nowadays that we rarely take time to think about just how amazing it really is; instantly iconic, constantly enduring, innovative and fascinating and on such an immense scale that it blows your mind. But even on that huge scale, if you focus in, one single character has enough detail to keep you entranced for days.

(Not to mention the Luke/Leia/Han, my first OT3, or indeed OTP of any sort. I can spend hours explaining how they are the only logical end to the Original Trilogy, okay, George Lucas is officially the originator of any incest fascination I may have. See also: my icon.)

That was a long-winded explanation of why I have three new icons. The short explanation, of course, would be: ♥

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

So I've had the new Hush Sound album since Saturday, and every time I listen to it it sounds better. GRETA. ♥ Her voice has this low-husky-sexy thing going on, and just a touch of vibrato. She sounds like a girl I saw at a show once- who, incidentally, looked a lot like Greta. I had such a crush on her for the half-an-hour or whatever they were performing.. 

Anyways, GRETAAAA. ♥ ♥ ♥ I miss Bob's voice a little, but Greta is lovely. 

EDIT:

"The Hush Sound is prepared to unleash something unstoppable and very real on the world with Goodbye Blues. 'All of a sudden everything just clicked,' Greta says. 'We finally understood where the others were coming from. This record is the consummation of our unconsummated marriage.' " [bold mine]

WHERE IS THE FANFICTION, PEOPLE?

RYAN FUCKING ROSS.

♥  ♥  ♥

I don't even know what to do with you, oh my god. You make me happy like a happy thing. 


ETA: That goes for you too, Brendon. But I think Ryan maybe won my heart just a little bit more.