thewingedword: (bookworm)
Apparently if I don't have school, all of my energy directs itself towards DRIVING ME INSANE.

First, yesterday, I got the hook to the song Ghost stuck in my head. ALL DAY. I finally listened to the song, ending my preoccupation but somehow opening the gate through which ten thousand plot bunnies attacked!!! 

Okay, so it was more like two plot bunnies, each for a short series of vignettes. BUT I could not get to sleep for hours because my brain kept coming up with inventive ways to kill people (that being a crucial element of one series of vignettes. Incidentally, if you were going to kill someone like a high-profile band member without getting caught, what would you do?). And once I finally got some of that cleared up, it started asking me cracked-out questions ex. if William Beckett was Estella, who would be Miss Havisham?

Yes, I plan on polluting grand works of literature with my bandom ways. You write what you know, kids, and what I know is the somewhat pretentious classics that your high school teachers made you read. Besides, these are Very Important Questions.

I had a very busy time in Vegas, which included seeing both Lance Burton and Mystere (the Cirque du Soleil show), yay! Also eating at some nice restaurants, buying one gorgeous designer dress which I will wear into the ground, and lounging a lot at the pool to tan my poor sun-starved computer-lurking hide. 

I also, when I got home, cut two and a half inches off my hair, which I have since determined to be a BAD IDEA, STUPID FUCKING BRAIN. I hate it so much, guys, I kind of want to cry and get my gorgeous long wavy hair back. Why did I ever want to get rid of it, I loved my hair so much, don't fuck with a good thing. My head looks so off-balance and horrible, I'm incredibly depressed about this, disproportionately so.

Ignore my emo bitching, y'all. I just, I don't know, wild mood swings today I guess.

I might be moving to a new journal soon, but I'd leave this one here as an archive of sorts. I have to think of a new username first, really. Mostly I'm just distressed at the idea of installing my huge-ass moodtheme all over again.
thewingedword: (culture clash)
[personal profile] trollprincess said something in an LJ post about how the demon was trying to toy with Dean, to get him to shoot Sam- and then Sam wouldn't die, and Dean would know that he'd shot Sam when he didn't have to, and the only thing keeping Sam alive would be the demon. At the time I thought "huh, interesting." Then sometime later in the day I thought about it again, and it was suddenly Attack of the Plotbunnies! So I've got to beat them down into something spare and simple that I can actually write.

WAH.

William Beckett remains too damned pretty for words. If I keep loving guys prettier than I am I will remain hopelessly single forever.

ETA: I finished Jane Eyre and it was good. Also, glazed walnuts NOM NOM NOM so good.

Got a new shirt! It's a black silky fabric with bands of bright, vaguely oriental silk around the neckline and just below the bust. It is also cut approximately down to my belly-button, or so I was informed, and reveals the Cleavage I Never Knew I Had.

"I don't see why society's views of appropriateness and morality should limit what I wear on my body," I said, rather haughtily, leaning over to pet the cat.

"Fine. Nice blue bra, by the way," my mother replied dryly, and I snapped up straight so fast I got whiplash. So, now that is a shirt I will wear with a tank top underneath. Sigh. Maybe I'll wear it by itself in Chicago and shock random people whom I'll never see again.

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