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Bye, bye, Blagojevich. I’ll read your book if you write one and always remember your hair fondly.

One Relevant Conversation From This Week, Relating To Stripping Paint Off Church Doors

MOM: They should’ve known not to use caulk before they painted.
ME (to Jordan): It’s unfortunate how close the word caulk sounds to. . .another word.
JORDAN: Oh god.
MOM: Helen is going to hire a stripper to do it.
ME (to Jordan): I wonder if the stripper would be willing to handle caulk.
JORDAN: I’m so glad you’re my sister.

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The only thing that might be sweeter than getting to say President Obama is getting to say former President Bush.

ETA: let's have some good thoughts for Ted Kennedy, who suffered a seizure after the Inaguration. I haven't heard what condition he's in now, but good thoughts.

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Shut up, I like Gossip Girl. There are specific reasons, and if I try really hard, I can compare it to some Fitzgerald novels and talk about the disillusionment of the American dream, but basically it's pretty rich kids having sex and drinking. Don't try to read the books, though, because they don't compare. And are kind of incomprehensibly awful.

(written for amory_vain in gossipgirlsanta.)

Title: if it can slow down my heart (five scenes from chuck’s suite)
Rating: R/NC17
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Chuck/Nate
Warnings: slash, pwp, language, drug & alcohol use, angry gratuitous sex
Summary: outside the window, New York is burning into night time, and he is listening to Nate make soft, content noises as he falls asleep.
Notes: at one point, this had a plot. But I lost it somewhere around the alcohol scene.

( if it can slow down my heart )

Music:: see fernando -jenny lewis

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New semester started today:

1^st: Honors Modern History, with Mr. S, who is very conservative and stills considers himself part of the Confederacy.

2^nd: Economics, which is incredibly dull, and Ms. H reminds of Ricky Gervais on The Office, but not in a good way.

3^rd: Trigonometry. WOE. LOTS OF WOE.

4^th: AP Government, which is lovely, even if Ms. B has pictures of Bush, Reagan, and Bob Corker on her walls. There are about 10 of us, and I got to yell about abortion and defend Abraham Lincoln and talk about how Reagan helping end communism doesn’t make up for him ignoring the AIDS epidemic. So much fun.

(OH, AND FIVE DAYS UNTIL THE INAUGURATION! THERE WILL BE CELEBRATORY OBAMA COOKIES.)

Mood::

complacent

Music:: Cape Canaveral - Conor Oberst

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THREE FINALS TOMORROW. COUNT THEM. THREE.

Though that's really my fault, because I viciously lied my way out of taking an Anatomy final today because I got two hours of sleep last night and was too sick to eat breakfast this morning. Which happens to be exactly the opposite of what I should have done.

BUT TONIGHT I WILL BE STUDYING LIKE A MOFO AND GETTING TO BED BY MIDNIGHT. NOT 3:30.

(but, when it's over, I'm rewarding myself with the first volume of Sandman, which came in the mail a few days ago, and also National Treasure slash. Because I've somehow turned into a history geek over this semester, and illicit sex always improves history. It's why I love the Romans. And Shakespeare and Marlowe. And the American Civil War. Really, what period of history doesn't have a good bit of potential gay sex scandals?

Also, if I even mentions something about writing National Treasure fic about them searching for Atlantis or the Fountain of Youth or something, just know that you will have forever lost me to the research. And if it somehow crosses over with SGA, just know that the internet has eaten my soul)

ETA: HAPPY BIRTHDAY,

fathomlesssky! I HAD TO COME BACK TO SAY I LOOOVE YOU BEFORE I'M TRAPPED BETWEEN THE PAGES OF MY ANATOMY TEXT YET AGAIN!

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New Year's Resolutions!

1. lose 25 pounds
2. finish NaNoWriMo and Script Frenzy
3. rewrite There's More to Life than This, fix plotholes and use my two free print copies
4. get into Governor's School, pass courses
5. earn Gold Award
6. apply for all possible college scholarships
7. write something original and epic outside of November
8. win some form of writing contest/get published/likewise

Also, in case your flist isn't as infatuated with Pterry as mine, CONGRATULATIONS TO SIR TERRY PRATCHETT. I can think of few people whom I would rather see knighted.

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. . .Happy Appropriate Seasonal Holiday, guys. I hope your day is filled with family you don't hate, presents that you don't hate, and possibly Christian Bale kicking villian ass.

It really makes the day, I think.

Mood::

amused

Music:: o come, o come emmanuel -belle & sebastian

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I stayed up until two last night watching Yentl, a movie I could have perhaps taken more seriously if they hadn't let Barbara Streisand sing so often. Normally, I'm delighted to find that movies I'm watching are actually musicals (such as the musical version of Huckleberry Finn, which is so terrible that I love it with all my heart), but I also have a weird vendetta against the Streisand.

Yet, Mandy Patinkin as a Jewish schoolboy makes up for everything. And is also too hot for coherent words, and the movie could only have been improved if there had been more naked, vaguely homoerotic swimming scenes. Trufax.

Music:: Femme Fatale -the Velvet Underground w/ Nico

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Rick Warren?

Really, Obama? I mean, I know that it's, like, one prayer, and it doesn't actually say anything about your stance on gay marriage, but really?

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I'm supposed to be writing the rough draft of my essay on masculine identity and Southern tradition in Faulkner's Barn Burning. . .

This is close enough.

Title: until the water takes me
Rating: PG13
Fandom: The Sound and the Fury
Pairing: Quentin/Shreve
Summary: “it’s not your fault,” shreve jokes, later, and presses fingers against the inside of my arm, “that you’re a proper southern lady.”

( it's never been this close before. it's never been this easy or this slow. )

Music:: you're gonna make me lonesome when you go -bob dylan

Mood::

apathetic

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it occurs to me that i am america.

it's all souled out in heaven

that speech did make sweet, sweet love to the english language

if you want to go where they chain up the sun

you always answer with a question

if you are a deity of any sort, then please don't go

extremely boring (yet productive!) resolutions for 2009

rejoice, rejoice. . .emmanuel has come to thee, o israel

everybody knows the things she does to please

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i've seen love go by my door

May