Best:

-The Book of Lost Things, John Connolly
This is the book that made me fall in love with fantasy again. Seriously.

-Let The Right One In, John Ajvide Lindqvist
Amazing. Fantastically written.

-Little Children, Tom Perrotta
Good movie - better book.

Honorable Mentions:
American Gods, Neil Gaiman
The History of Love, Nicole Krauss
The Hobbit (created the love of fantasy that The Book of Lost Things reignited)

Worst:

-Twilight.
I tried, I really did. I won't say anything more about it.

-Burger Wuss, M. T. Anderson
I remember reading this in high school, I think it was. I don't remember the story, just that I hated it with a passion.

I know there are other books that I have hated (I can remember hating them and throwing them across the room) but I can't think of them now, so. Back to cranking out that ten page paper (which involves watching Pan's Labyrinth for research purposes, so I can't really complain)...

Last week in class we watched Let the Right One In. I still can't get it out of my head.

Zac Efron - Bet On It.

Wow.

Uh.

No comment. Shut up, the lyrics kinda inspire me, ok. Academically. xD

At the grocery store the other day I saw an old Star Trek display (for the new movie) about winning a captain tshirt and a flash drive bracelet thing. I got really excited but the cardboard display holder thing was for cheez-its and for some reason they had all these ice cream cones there. So no way to win.

I'm still sad.

LEVERAGE IS THE BEST SHOW EVER.

THAT IS ALL.

Also, the best part about writing Leverage fic is having an excuse to research confidence tricks. Brb, gonna scam someone out of a million dollars using only an old lottery ticket and a violin.

Marry/shag/cliff meme given to me by japanpeterpan like four months ago. xD If you want to play just leave a comment. I've got two lists, but I'll just do the first one for now:

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DUE SOUTH. CROSSDRESSING EPISODE. "YOU WEREN'T A BAD LOOKING WOMAN."

CROSSDRESSING EPISODE.

I LOVE THIS SHOW. THAT IS ALL.

So I think I'm done with my period of angst, ha. It was touch and go for a while there, and things haven't really changed in some areas, but I don't know. These last few weeks life has just looked brighter somehow so I'm just gonna go with it.

Ken's birthday is this weekend. She's making us all go clubbing. Her and Jas are making it their personal business to get me as drunk as possible so I will act a fool. I am ok with this plan, as being ridiculously drunk is the only way in hell I will dance in public or even feel reomotely comfortable in a club setting. Can't say I'm looking forward to it, but things are never as bad as you think they're gonna be (right?).

And my birthday is next week, woot. Looking forward to it this year because I'm actually going to do something on it, haha. Don't have much of a plan as of yet, though, besides hanging out with the crew and getting shitfaced. It's funny though, because it sounds so illicit but what we do when drunk is really rather wholesome - play board games and watch disney movies and dance. I love my friends. In recent weeks I've severed ties with a girl I've known since the seventh grade, but I don't feel sad about it (not that much, anyway..). Quality versus quantity and all that, and I'd rather have the three of them than a million of hers. So there you go.

And I've been writing again. My personal issues had me so blocked that they were all I could write or think about, but a few weeks ago the dry spell broke. Funnily enough, the first thing I had written in ages was a Judge Judy fanfic (long story..), but I've been writing a lot since then, fanfiction-wise. I forgot how much I enjoy it. Nothing finished yet, but it feels good to be writing again. So many ideas I want to work on, it's exciting.

So yeah. Man, I need to catch up on lj...

How it works: Reply to this post and I will give you five associations. And then you have to explain them in your journal. japanpeterpan gave me these lovelies:

1) WTF and LULZ mode of being a fan in general :D!
Hmmm. I take this to mean my, erm, 'enthusiastic' way of being fannish which involves a lot of capslock and internet acronyms (possibly to the point of overuse)? And discussion of WTF and the LULZ is my favorite part of any fandom (excluding fanworks). I am very excitable. Which is weird because in real life I rarely 'capslock' (uh, speak loudly, I guess?). I think I use up all my exclamation points on lj and so I don't have many left in real life.

2) Rape in the library O:
There is a logical explanation here, I swear. I was never raped in a library, nor have I raped someone in a library. And I've never written fic that contained rape in a library. See, I frequent the campus library and the floor with the fiction involes walking up like four flights of stairs. And I was catching my breath at the top when this random guy started coming on to me way too strong. And he wouldn't go away. He just stood there, looking at me and saying things. I don't know. It was weird. I think I should buy a rape whistle.

3) A half-used tube of lube stashed under the couch
Haha, awesome. The couch in question was not my couch. It's from a PE fic I wrote where one of the main characters pulled out some lube from under the couch. It's kinda weird but the thought of it cracked my shit up. :D

4) Late nights trading progressively weirder JF pictures
Blame JF for doing such random, weird photo shoots, haha. We were talking somewhere on JPP's journal, I think, and somehow link exchanging occured. My favorite is the 'morning routine' set. Because we all want to see JF shave his armpits, y/y? xD For once this is not going in my boys folder, sorry to say.
And while we're on the subject of JF pic spamming..

5) The adorableness of JEH
JEH is probably one of the only famous people I would actually want to meet in real life. He just seems like a really nice person. You know that guy that you don't even know but he just seems so nice that you want good things to happen to him? I feel like that is JEH. And I wish I had a better word for nice, but I fail at vocabulary today. And I rented Little Children and am about to get on that. Hell yeah.

Dear LJ,

At roughly 4am, I was attacked. I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business and watching FotC reruns and having a snack. Everything happened so fast. I was holding the bottle of water to my lips when something brown and huge descended on me out of nowhere. I yelped and jumped up, spilling water on my laptop. I stood in horror and shock in the doorway. What had just happened? There was no movement in the area where I was attacked. On screen, Bret continued singing - my computer was alive, if nothing else.

At the foot of my desk, I saw something big and brown. Surely it's a piece of burnt chicken that fell from the sandwich I was eating. Surely. Heart beating a million miles a minute, I grabbed a shoe and went stomp it, the way you stomp a stain on the floor just to be on the safe side.

But it moved. Good God, it moved. It waddled away like a gigantic brown beetle. With gigantic wings. Picture a dead leaf that's not so dead.

I ran and never looked back. I felt violated. Itchy. Jumped at every little sound. How long had it been in my room, watching me? Existing. Oh God.

At the present time the species of the creature is still unknown. Through sheer force of will I managed to salvage my laptop and blanket. Only found the strength to retrieve laptop due to the fact that I checked my bank account earlier and there is seventy nine cents to my name.

Currently camped out on the futon in the living room, planning out next course of action. Room to bedroom is closed. Plan is to seal the enemy inside until I find a way to track it down and kill it. Kill it with fire. Waiting for reinforcements once the sun rises. May have woken up others. Cost of war. Consequences come morning, no doubt. Unplesany medley of fear, anxiety, guilt, and shame heavy in stomach.

Praying that the Thing dies in an obvious place so I can see it and know it's dead. Praying my computer is not dead from dried water (took fifteen minutes to retrieve - had to work through the fear). Failed attempt to examine room with bug spray. Considering the merits of hypnotism to cure debilitating fear of bugs.

Seriously, what the fuck, I am so scared right now. Why do bugs grow to be that damn big and then take it upon themselves to somehow make their way into my bedroom to sneak attack me?

I just got done watching the last episode of FotC. I miss it already. xD I know I only got into it a week ago but I fell fast and hard, bb. I need my fix. *makes grabby hands at Eagle vs. Shark* Brb, watching reruns and loling forever.

Seriously funny show. But most of all? It was hot.

( So hot it could be a part-time model. Photographic evidence under the cut (and mild spoilers for season 2). )

I've come across a lot of awesome in the last couple of days..

-During my hunt for Freaks and Geeks I came across Flight of the Conchords. And was promptly distracted. Three episodes in and I am officially in love. How was I not aware of how ridiculous and awesome Bret and Jemaine are?? They're like if me and my best friend were two white dudes from New Zealand who had facial hair and musical talent.
How can I not love them? They rap!

-Jackie Earle Haley. (Or Duuuuukes, if you prefer.) How is it that this completely wonderful, adorable little man is so phenomenal an actor that he nailed Rorschach so perfectly? Seriously, brb, renting Little Children. I didn't look up the cast before going to see Watchmen (I like being surprised, as much as possible) and I can barely believe that it's the same guy. He just seems like the nicest guy ever. Maybe I'm just biased because he vaguely reminds me of this really cool science teacher I had in middle school who gave me Spiderman comic books and said to me "if you're gonna draw, draw someone worth drawing" because I was always drawing in his class.

-My sister, stern, serious graduate student, called me the other day very, very excited. About a harmonica. That she bought. Direct quote: "It comes with an instructional booklet and everything! So next time I come to visit I can be in the jam session*!" (*During the holidays my siblings and I like to form pseudo-bands and play Eminem covers in the basement. Me on the guitar/bass, my brother Josh on the keyboard, and my other brother also on the guitar or bass - and now, apparently, my sister's reppin' the harmonica. We can be like Hootie and the Blowfish, y/y?) Picture the most serious, academic-type businesswoman you can (if it helps, she wore smart suits and interned for Hilary Clinton). Now picture them being so excited about a harmonica that they call you on the way home from Target, full of uncharacteristically flaily glee. Idk, maybe you had to be there..

So I randomly got a card in the mail the other day, from my brother. On the front there was a picture of the Joker and it said "Why so serious?" It was one of those birthday cards that talk, and it said "Let's put a smile on that face." He wrote at the bottom: "I know it's not your birthday. I figured you could use a smile (or a scare), lol."

I love my brother. :) A reminder not to be "so serious" could not have come at a better time for me, because I am honestly trying not to freak out about what a horrible semester I'm having (it's my own fault for fucking up, of course. Don't know how the hell I fell so far behind so fast). So it's propped up on my desk in an effort to remind myself to stay calm and just do what the fuck I can. There goes my good academic standing, though. Wait, no, I'm supposed to be being optimistic and shit - there's still time to pull my shit together. I think. I hope.

Haven't updated in a minute. Let's see, what have I been up to (besides backsliding and trying to get back on course, life-wise).

Well, me and Kay went to see Watchmen early on Friday.

( This is a spoiler cut for yet another Watchmen movie post. )

Finished Watchmen today. Am still absorbing it. Kind of in love with it.

Watched the Fall (see icon). Also still abosorbing it. Also in love with it.

Watched the last episode of Pushing Daisies, after drawing it out for a week. Also in love with it, if very very sad that there is no more pie making, magic touch-y goodness to be had.

I'm glad I bought a new sketchbook recently. I have a feeling I'll be getting a fair bit of use out of it. I've been wanting to sit down and draw (namely, the masked bandit) but I can't seem to get a spare moment/muster up the enthusiasm. Either I am in a slump or the last few days have just been off. I think I'll feel a bit more together if I straighten up. Outward clutter makes it hard for me to concentrate.

I've got work due tonight. Only, I don't have the required text to complete the assignment. It's history and I have no prior knowledge of the particular subject so I can't exactly bullshit my way through it with well-constructed sentences like I usually would. I suppose I could try to google some stuff, but fuck. I'm lazy. xD I need to get my ass in gear.

Class starts tomorrow. School is back in session. I've gotta get back into the swing of things. This 4 week break has made me lazy. I'm only taking 4 classes this semester instead of 6, so my coursework won't be as heavy this time. Just college algebra (that's gonna be a bitch), intermediate creative writing, American Civilization, and Digital Photography. That last one I wasn't all that keen on and I only signed up for it because I needed a fourth class after one of my lit classes (on graphic novels!) was canceled - because I was pretty much the only person who signed up for it. Which makes no sense. How am I the only person on that entire campus who recognizes how amazing a lit class on graphic novels would be? Watchmen would be the required text! How is that not completely wonderful??

So yes. Extra time. Which I will spend working (hopefully), deciding on what university to transfer to (definitely), and things that have nothing to do with school (making a dent in my netflix queue, knitting, writing fic and other fannish things). I went to see the transfer advisor when I registered and she gave me a lot to think about. I was kind of planning on transferring this fall but I don't even know where I want to go (out of state?), nor have I been applying for scholarships as I should, so I might not end up transferring 'til next spring. I got most of my credits done, though. I'm just hoping that wherever I end up going they'll transfer over. :/

So, in short, I am expecting this semester to be a good one. Positive thinking, all that. :)

You know that whole trend of blaming black people for Prop 8? Yeah, it's really pissing me off. The fact that people are just blinding accepting this is ridiculous. Just. No. It's basic math, and the fact that everyone jumped right on the 'black people hate gays' bandwagon (I'm looking at you, Dan Savage) and it was broadcasted all over the place without anyone checking their facts - Just. That's just lazy journalism. Instead of actually doing our homework let's just pick a group to blame and go with it. Fuck, it makes me so damn angry I barely know what to do with myself.

This explains it better than I ever could.