fayemeadows

Okay, I'm so going to abuse this power!

Eventually. Right now, however, it's time to drool over Brit's pictures some more and go to bed.

I will refrain from telling y'all exactly what I want her for.

Oh. My. God. These pictures from Bazaar are gorgeous! She's Vamp!Britney. Goth!Britney. She looks like she lost weight. ::frown:: She doesn't need to.

So pretty. I'll attempt to post the pics but I'm sure it won't work.

Oh. My. God. You people must go see "Scary Movie 2"; I laughed so hard. If you go see it, my subject line will make sense. It is hysterical. One of my favorite parts is the doorknocker - just remember that when you see it. The doorknocker is fuckin' genius. I don't know what the Wayans brothers are on but, dear god, I hope they keep using long enough to make a third.

And there were cool previews; I could sit through an hour of previews. I want to see "American Pie 2" so much; Stifler, wow. ::drool:: That man is hot. He has a kissy-boy moment in AP2; that is enough to put me in the theater.

Oh, and Josh Hartnett has a movie coming out where he plays a guy who swears off sex for 40 days & 40 nights - that's the movie title, btw. He looked yummy.

So, I changed my LJ picture again. I love JC and Lance, and I love that they love each other, but I felt lonely without U2. Yeah.

I got new jeans today; I hate new jeans. They're all stiff and uncomfortable until I break them in. I almost never wash my jeans because they get so soft and comfy and when I wash them, they become scratchy and...clean. LOL.

We had a gigantic rainstorm today; Mom and I were in a store and the power went out. It was quite creepy. Plus, it was freakin' sunny outside and pouring down rain. I was like, Okay, this is just wrong.

I was watching that MTV WWF reality show, "Tough Enough" earlier; wow, can I just say that Triple H is really, *really* good-looking? Wowee. I mean, he's gigantic but cute. I wouldn't want to run into him in a dark alley or anything but, y'know, a cup of coffee in a well-lit area with lots of other people would be cool.

I'm going to write some more of my story now. Go see "Scary Movie 2"!! Ta-ta.

"You can dance,
You can dance,
Everybody look at your pants!"

I heart Homer Simpson.

I'm going to see "Scary Movie 2" today; I don't know how the hell they're going to top the first one but it should be interesting.

"Paulie want a cracker?"
"Paulie wants your mama's sweet ass."

Hahahaha. The preview kills me. See, look I'm dead.

::lies still::

Simma has nicknamed me Frank for whatever reason, which is kinda funny because for a few weeks in high school, my friends called me Frank too. I guess I just have strong Frank-vibe or something.

My story is going well! My story is going well! All hail me and my bunny!

::holds rabbit triumphantly::

Ahem.

I'm done.

I decided on my favorite picture of my favorite couple. Hee. Look at the slashy goodness - look at it!!

I wanted to use that picture of the guys from Rolling Stone when they were wearing red and white and bouncing around but it didn't look right. No bouncy puppies for me.

S'okay, JC and Lance make me happy.

I'm bored. I'll refrain from typing it a million times, a la koda, but I'm bored.

I'm going to change my LJ picture a few times today. I'm so indecisive about that stuff; I have, like, 12 pictures that I love but can I use them all? Noooo. LJ bites my ass. Twice. Hey, at least it's free, right?

My bunny is behaving himself. ::grin:: He knows I'll kick his ass.

La-la-la, time to go workout.

Why do I keep getting ads in my inbox on natural penis enlargement and porn sites? Is this because I read slash? Fucking hell!

I just updated my journal and checked my mail and there, back to back, were ads on how to "increase your penis" (okay, now I'm laughing) and where to find the best pictures of underage, voyeuristic cheerleaders. Dammit! Just because I like to read squishy boy-love stories does not mean that I want all of this shit.

And what man in his right mind would try any of this penis enlargement garbage? This stupid email actually advises men to slam themselves in car doors because it increases blood flow to the affected area. Yeah, I'd love to see some dumbfuck try that. Do you really think a guy is going to want anyone near him after being slammed by a car door? I could just see my male friends if someone suggested this to them...bwahahaha. Oh, maybe a guy would like to order this ten pound weight that hangs from his penis...what, exactly, is the point of that? God, this shit is annoying. Vaguely amusing, but annoying.

Ugh, and the porn stuff...if I'm into slash, why would I want to see straight porn? At least send me ads with hot men together. Or, actually, just don't send me ads at all. Grrrr.

I found a plot bunny.

It looked sweet and cute, so I picked it up.

The fucking thing *bit* me.

Now I'm pissed.

The problem is that I'm writing my first - and only - cross-group pairing. I forget what it's called when you take people from different groups and slash 'em...fuck, my brain is fried right now, whatever. I'm writing the story for Carrie's birthday and it involves the two men she lusts after going at it like...horny men. Heh. I think the logic is, Hey they're hot and boy-love is hot, so why the fuck not?

Let me just say this: It's NOT a BSB or O-Town slash crosser thingie. Bleech. I could never slash one of my sexy Nsyncer's with one of the damned. Ew. ::icky chill::

I'm just at a loss for where to go. Hmmm, perhaps I should go to sleep and then tackle the story with a fresh mind. I need to think of a title though; maybe "Fucking Bunny Bit Me and All I Got Was This Stupid Story".

Yeah, that sucks. Perhaps "Here's Your Damn Story, Carrie", although that might be a tad too hostile. Ha.

I need to fill out that survey and jump on the bandwagon with the rest of you. I'll add that to the list of things I need to do tomorrow. Number one is to coax my doggie out from under the bed because she's already terrified of the few fireworks that imbeciles in the neighborhood have been setting off. I don't understand the appeal of fireworks. ::shrugs:: Ah, well.

Time for sleep. Time for sleep. I've stayed up too late and now I'm hungry all over again. Time for sleep.

::glares at bunny::

I'll deal with you tomorrow. Fucker.

I'm in a mood. A MOOD. Today is going to be a really bitchy day. Fuck.

Why do I wake up some days and have four million things running through my mind - none of which are positive? Why? I don't want to think about any of this shit. I just want to enjoy the first nice day VA has had in a few weeks, see Carrie, read some slash, blah, blah.

ARG! I'm just really...tense right now, like all my muscles are coiled. I think I'm bipolar or something; happy one day, angry the next.

I'm going to take a shower. Then I'm going to scream into my pillow for a few hours.

Woo-hoo, Carrie and I are going to Ireland next spring after we graduate! Woo-hoo, woo-hoo!

Well, okay, *technically* Carrie will be the only one graduating since I'm going to be stuck at GMU for an extra semester. Apparently, I don't live up to "my full potential". Fuck it. Who cares? We're going to Ireland! La-la-la...

I really want James to come too. Although he wants to bike over the countryside - bleech. I find it amusing how he and I both Aquarians but he's the outdoorsy half of the sign while I'm the artistic side. Hell, I don't care if we bike, hike, or hitch across Ireland; I'm going to fun pubs and to eat in U2's restaurant. ACK!!

I'm trying not to think about how I'm going to pay for this little excursion. I'm going to have to sell my ass or something, since I have no money. Heh. I'll figure it out somewhere along the line. Right now my only concern is how to handle Carrie if by some weird, one in a billion, off-chance we do meet U2. I'm not so keen on taking care of her hysterical, crying ass. (Kidding, Faye, kidding!)

OH MY GOD I'M SO EXCITED!!

::struggles to regain control::

Hee. On a much smaller level, I'm quite excited about our little sprinkle humor site that we're talking about starting. I still think NSYNC's Sprinkle Bitches is a fabulous name, although maybe we should include something about basements.

My brain is on overload right now. I'm so freakin' happy. This will be the first time I go out of the country. I know, I'm a hopeless geek.

Going to see "The Fast and the Furious" again tomorrow. Carrie hasn't seen it and I *graciously* volunteered to go with her. Paul Walker...hmmm...yum.

I've had a plot bunny bouncing around in my head for a few days and no way to get rid of it, short of killing the poor hoppity thing. :) I just don't have time to write anything right now (although one might point out that I could be writing a story instead of updating my journal but I'd have to tell that person to shut the fuck up and go away).

Wow. I'm actually a little dizzy. I need to write to James. I need to indulge my plot bunnies. I need to start packing for Ireland...yes, that's what I'll do. You can never be too prepared.

Ha.