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Put your iPod on shuffle and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the resulting poem. The title is the first line of the twenty-first song.


I'm a preacher sweating in the pews

Down the street you can hear her scream, you're a disgrace.
I should have quit you, long time ago.
Shed a tear cause I'm missing you;
Take my photo off the wall.

Well, is it still me that makes you sweat?
(Soft whispers in the dark)
Psychic spies from China try to steal your mind's elation;
S.O.S., she's in disguise.

She was brought into this world
Please don't be too long, while you're gone
I fly like paper. get high like planes
Back to the streets where we began

In my eyes, indisposed.
Take back what they've taken.
Go ahead as you waste your days with thinking-
Sunday morning rain is falling.


I zone out listening to music, so this was actually kind of difficult. I think it's possible that I missed a few, but whatever. Instead of the iPod I don't have, I played my Last.Fm Radio library on shuffle. Liberties taken with punctuation marks.

Taken from queenofhell.

What was the #1 song the day you were born? Google the date and #1 song and then post your #1 song on your LJ - preferably with a Youtube vid if you can find one!

( I really wanted there to be vampires when I heard the title )

I cheated a little bit and used the most popular song the week I was born, because I couldn't find more specific than that. It's only three days off, so, I say it counts.

From ranty_rie, from whom I steal things quite often.

Today has been declared lurker amnesty day! Have you read me but never commented? Do you surf by occasionally? Here for the fic? Say hello! You are under no obligation to ever comment or delurk again, but here's a chance to do so in a post just for that.

All I have to say it this: boxed wine, motherfuckers. Boxed wine.

Voluntarily tagged by ranty_rie

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people

First, it was cheap; second, she was over forty; and did not, after all, dress to please. She was poor, moreover; degradingly poor. Otherwise she would not be taking jobs from people like the Dalloways; from rich people, who liked to be kind. Mr. Dalloway, to do him justice, had been kind.

Gee, I wonder which book this is.

Tagging sub_textual, frackin_sweet, itcomesinphases, moiyahatake, and nutkin

Heater down. Heater down. Mayday. Mayday. It's now 22 degrees outside and about 45 degrees in my room. Yet I'm hot because of all these stupid clothes I'm wearing.

Also, the JoBros are being good to me lately. Joe ( looks like a bamf ) and oh hey Nick, ( is that you're sculpted arm I see there? ). And while you're at it, Nicholas, explain to me why I find ( Last Time Around ) so incredibly sexy. Kthx.

I have no idea what made me do it [might be the coffee] but I seem to have opened up an old Naruto fic that I never finished from a good two years ago and pounded out a good 700 words out of the blue.

We'll see what happens.

No, I haven't been to bed yet. Why do you ask?

My sleep schedule has been horrific lately thanks to my classes all being from 7 to 10 in the evening. Getting to bed at 6a.m., waking up around 2p.m. Feel free to suspect vampirism, I wouldn't blame you. My mom has decided that I'm certifiably insane, and if my dad has opinions he keeps them to himself, but I can guess that they follow in the same vein. Whatevs, 'rents. I spend the night reading fic and stalking celebrities on twitter. You could do so much worse. I'm about the lamest night owl ever.

I downed three cups of coffee in very quick succession about an hour ago while having an overly exuberant conversation about cinnamon toast with Mom and subsequently feel a bit jittery.

Jack is up on my bed with me, and he gets really feisty when I stop petting him for a millisecond, so what you're witnessing right now is my one-fingered, left-handed typing skills. They're not so bad, but it takes a Very. Long. Time.

I've never seen this before. ( Why have I never seen this before? )

I know why I've never seen this before, actually. I wasn't much of a fan of Night at the Museum the first time it came around, let alone the superfluous sequel. Abstractly, I knew the Jonas Brothers were the voices of the cherubs, but, you know, I never googled it, because it's Night at the Museum and yeah, don't care. Then, I went LJ link hopping and found this through a PatD fic.

Who is Joe the cherub? Really?

Season 4 of Big Love started a couple of weeks ago on HBO. This show...it's amazing. There's so much about the show that I disagree with. There are feminist aspects that I don't like, anti-gay sentiments, borderline incestuous relationships, issues of faith. But that's, at the same time, what's enthralling. It's what I appreciate. The writers never shy away from what's touchy, what's sensitive; what we might be afraid of seeing. It's writing that confronts, regardless of whether or not it's accepted.

It's also possible the I have a girl-crush on Nicki. She's a strong, standout female character that I love to watch every single week.

Hope for Haiti Now...on ABC, CBS, NBC, PSB, Fox.

Break has been insanely long, it feels like. Maybe it's just because I has here an extra four days because of the snow storm, but either way, school? Bleh.

Panic! ( They actually sound good live. )

I don't think you're supposed to take naps from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. Something tells me that's going to screw with me tomorrow.

If you don't know about the earthquake in Haiti by now, you've most likely been living under a rock. Please, if you have the money, any bit of money at all, then go over to the CNN site and make a donation. I gave $5 to the Clinton Foundation for Relief in Haiti, which isn't much, but little bits add up to a lot. There's a huge list of organizations to pick from at the CNN site, and all of them are legit.

There's also a fandom auction going on over at help_haiti that might add a little bit of fun to the donation process. I don't know the exact details since I'm not participating, but it looks like the basic premise is that you offer up how-ever-many words of fic, batches of graphics, etc., for a price that is then donated to a relief program for Haitians. All fandoms are accepted.

Spread the word.

Steven (my laptop) caught a virus tonight. I'm sending him off to get better with the awesome guy who fixed the downstairs computer last time my dad destroyed it with porn. Hopefully none of my music or Word files are lost. I have the fanfics that I'm currently working on saved in alternate places (thank goodness I'm occasionally a better strategist than I think I am), but some of the older WIPs that I never finished could disappear forever into the black abyss.

This is so incredibly, possibly disproportionately depressing. I'm sure Steven will probably be fine, but...it's like my kid is sick or something. And I can't do anything for him. Plus, now I have to fight my brother and my dad and my mom for time to use this one.

In other news, I've discovered that ( I like to watch Pete Wentz lick things. )

I just discovered Last.FM Radio. Full access to Lady Gaga and Stone Temple Pilots and Justin Timerlake and Panic! at the Disco and all those other artists I don't own music by. Not quite an IPod, but better than just having Windows Media Player.

Took me long enough, right? Hands up, everyone who's been using this quite happily for a while. Feel free to say "duh" while you're at it.

The Fanfiction Personality Test from OKCupid reveals me to be...

The True Fan

OOC is blasphemy, canon is everything.

Once you fall in love with a movie, book or TV series, you are loyal like an old dog. You take fanfiction quite serious and use it as a substitute after the canon ran out.

You are probably a walking dictionary of your favourite fandom and you are picky about what you write and read. The closer to the "real thing" fanfiction is, the more you like it.

You rather explore a character in all depth, see new sides and learn more about them than creating new characters or mix up the situations they are in.

Considering all the time I've spent slaving over December and the nonlinear insanity that is Hush Little Baby, I'd say that was probably a foregone conclusion. I've always considered fanfiction a valid form of writing that doesn't deserve the dismissive attitude with which it is commonly viewed. Yes, I also do it for fun, but the primary drive for me is the intellectual satisfaction when I feel like I've thouroughly explored the recesses of a character's mind. I have yet to do this in the fandom I've been reading my way through lately, but it's rife with possibilities and I'm excited about a couple of things that I started.

Speaking of December, if anyone still cares. I'm nowhere near done, but I've sent it off to my beta to see if she can help me through my apparent mental block. I'm hoping she gets back to me soon. If anyone else wants to bounce ideas with me, that'd be good too.

Oh. Ohhhhhh, Nick Jonas. ( Oh, I like that. )

This reminds me a lot of the music I grew up on, stuff where you can tell that rock and roll has it's roots in blues and funk. So yeah, I guess I'm sold. I'll be buying the album.

How is it that I'm actually approaching the point where I'm going to run out of room for more userpics? 100 out of 112 uploaded, and I know there's more that I'll want soon. I have to stop skulking around icon communities/other people's profiles all the time. It's habit-forming.

Nick Jonas is exploding my f-list. Therefore, for my first post of 2010, ( have some Nick Jonas being precious and oh so incredibly deep. )

The format of it, though, with the signs/labels, reminded me of how much I love another video kind of like it. It's really dated for me, because even without watching the actual video ( I can identify almost everybody that I hear. )

All that promoting tolerance and acceptance then reminds me of that time some of those Disney kids got together to change the world by ( sending it on. )

Movers and shakers moving and shaking.

I present to you now many instances of failure in the Fic I Had Every Intention of But Did Not Actually Finish Writing This Year amnesty post wherein I showcase everything I have written for each individual fic in 2009, unbeta'd. Includes both Naruto and Disney RPF fandoms.

That prompt request fic I got from Rieka: ( a drink to your health (Naruto) )
That Joe/Nick fic I wanted to be porn: ( Here's the Thing (Disney RPF) )
That Joe/David summer coming of age fic: ( They know you're a Jersey boy (the way you talk like that)[Disney RPF] )
The one I'll never give up on: ( December (Naruto) )
The Joe/Nick/David hooker fic: ( fall me down (Disney RPF) )

The running trend, you'll notice, is that I can't seem to get myself past the 1000-1500 word mark. 2009 has been a bad year for my writing, a seemingly perpetual case of writer's block. I have ideas, and can start them, but I don't seem to be able to work things out the way I used to, possibly because I've been unable to sit down for long periods of time and I'm the kind of person who takes an hour to write a couple of paragraphs. I just can't seem to get on a roll, and I feel like my writing style is suffering because of how sporadic I've been.

Am I frustrated? Yes? Do I think I can turn my dry-streak around? I certainly hope so.

Here's to making a conscious effort to find the time in 2010. I want to see fic in my journal again sometime in the next few months.

I've now seen Sherlock Holmes twice, and thoroughly loved it both times. I can't say what it was like as an adaptation of the Arthur Conan Doyle stories since I've never read any of them, but it was an enjoyable movie. Nothing worthy of best picture, but something that doesn't fall flat on it's face, or, I think, disappoint after all the hype.

Also, suspennnders. Anyone else think suspenders are kind of sexy? No, that's just me? I've said too much? Okay then.

I did do something slightly more productive today than sit in a dark theater and pay to watch a movie I just saw on Sunday. I resisted the allure of expensive boots and finally got a haircut instead. It has lots of layers, which I like because it gives my hair the illusion of having volume, and now falls about an inch below my collarbone. The bangs are a little on the short side, but they'll grow back to length I want soon enough. I'm just glad to have them back after six months of sideswept long bangs. I missed having them.

Letting Go: "It's a dangerous game they're playing, but Kakashi can't give up. Won't, because he's tried to open his empty hands and let go of Sasuke's memory too many times."

Author: sub_textual
Category: One-shot
Rating: R for Major angst. Violence.
Pairing: Sasuke/Kakashi

Notes: I know I said I was done with the Naruto fandom, but good writing is good writing and this deserves to be here. This fic is not a lightweight read. There are heavy elements in this piece, elements that could each easily take a fic of their own to explore. But the brillance of Letting Go is in the subtely of it. It's a non-linear piece that does not force, but invites you to think, analyze, consider, and most importanly, feelthe emotions she's layered into the piece. That's how you know non-linear writing is done well: when it ceases to be merely a device and becomes part of the very fabric of the writing itself. The way sub_textual wields words is as elaborate as it is concise, and in the gaps of what appears to be absence is nothing but depth.

Letting Go

I finally got to watch 17 Again like I've wanted to do for approximately forever. Zac Efron, my heart is yours if you want it <3. Really, though, I enjoyed it a lot. I heard that it was funny, and I wasn't disappointed. Or maybe it's just that I get a weird little burst of inappropriate amusement every time I hear him curse. He makes it dirty for some reason. The same thing happened in Hairspray. Seeing Me and Orson Welles is next on my Zefron list.

Also, I admit that I wanted to see him go for the cougar and make out with Leslie Mann, but that's probably wrong, I don't know, wrong or something.

Not on any list ever: a Cornish Rex. Animal Planet just taught me that lesson good.

I changed my layout a little bit. New colors, new icons. I got all fancy and figured out the complexities of headers. Go see, it's pretty.

My shuffle just went from the Timbaland remix of "Tonight" by the Jonas Brothers, to "Hate to Feel" by Alice in Chains, to "Rag Doll" by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Laughing and loving it, because it just changed to a Black Eyed Peas song. My music is so random.

-"The Wind Cries Mary," Jimi Hendrix.

-And..."Hate to Feel" again? Dammit, shuffle.

Merry Christmas everybody! Or, if you're Jewish, Happy Hanukkah! I do enjoy your chocolate coins.

Tomorrow will be the pancake breakfast with the grandparents and the rest of the family. We open presents at midnight, so when we wake up we can just make breakfast without having to worry about all the wrapping paper. Then we'll take a trip to my aunt's house to see some more relatives that I only see once or twice a year. And then me and my sister will try to go and see Sherlock Holmes, as long as they aren't sold out by the time we get there.

I wish we didn't have to go to my aunt's; there was a year or two in there where the five of us-my mom, dad, sister, brother, and I-weren't invited anywhere and just did our own thing for Christmas.

I miss those two random years more than I probably should.

My friends ambushed me today by knocking on my bedroom window and waking me up for what they simply explained would be an adventure. We ended up scoping out different restaurants and settling on Thai food, which I'd only ever had once before. I got something called Crab Meat Fried Rice, which had all these different vegetables and chunks of pineapple mixed in. It was surprisingly delicious, especially considering I'm not that fond of pineapple. Next time we want to try the Afghani place a few doors down.

Tomorrow my planned food conquest is a far less extravaggant peppermint mocha from Starbucks, but GOD do I want it.

I stayed awake to wait for it, and now here it is. Make good on the falling, snow. I was promised a winter storm and I'm going to be devastated if you don't follow through.

I owned two take-home exams today. Not one. Two. Duece. Deux.

I have a Twitter account, and I don't know what to do with it.

I don't know, everyone else is tweeting and I felt left out so now I've got Twitter and have no idea how to work it. It's just like when I got Facebook and had no idea where my wall was. I have no idea where to start.

Anybody have a Twitter who wants to give me Twitter tips? I'd appreciate it.