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Days off always start out with grandiose plans that I will accomplish much, and be triumphant and successful. Then I fart around on the internet all day. But today I will get SOME stuff done.

* Clean out my rat's cage. It smells like fail.

* Go to Borders. I know I have no money, but I get 25% off! 25%!!!

* Work on arm warmers/gloves, which is my current fixation. I CAN WEAR THEM. And they're more fun than scarves. 

* Finish Supernatural. I'm SCARED of the season one finale. 

* Work on my script.

* Find out how to get an agent for my freaking book.

* Plan my weekend of AWESOME AND WIN. 
- LV

The inside of my head at 12:48 AM: A Conversation Between Two LVs:
Stupid rats are doing stupid fights! Stupid!
You should get some rest.
Yes. Ooh, I should smoke another cigarette, and watch another episode of The IT Crowd, and work on my arm warmers!
That is not sleeping.
My ear is still filled with water. I can feel it sloshing. LIKE THE OCEAN.
I thought you were out of those energy drinks.
THEY ARE LIQUID JOY. My head is sloshy.
You need sleep. You want to see Zombieland. You have writing to do. You have the podcast tomorrow night. It's almost 1:00 AM.
 My ear really hurts. And I want to wear my zombie shoes to Zombieland. But no one will GO with me. 
You won't go AT ALL if you don't get to bed.
I keep losing count of how many rows I've done on my arm warmers. Why am I not talented?
You barely read the instructions, and you're exhausted. Just go to sleep.
I want a cigarette.
You don't NEED another cigarette.
YOU DON'T KNOW MY LIFE.
Maybe tomorrow less caffeine? And a sleep schedule that roughly resembles that of a normal human being?
THE WATER CAME OUT OF MY EAR! I CAN HEAR! IT'S AN EAR-ACLE! HAHAHAHHA.
This is going to be like the Red Bull Incident. I can tell.
No. Because there is not a Coffee Truck in New Jersey for me to chase. Or a Monster Truck.
You have an addictive personality. You need to watch when you start to get obsessive.
I'm not obsessive.
You tried to squeeze the Monster Energy Drink sweatshirt, in case the fabric had caffeine in it, when we were at the mall. 
That just makes SENSE. I was testing it.
You keep sulking to friends about Shutter Island being delayed, and how you could have seen it this weekend. You've told many people. Repeatedly. And you've watched the Nightmare on Elm Street trailer more times than I care to admit. Now you're getting that way about random shit, like you do when you're stressed. And then we have insomnia.
You can't prove that. There's no evidence. You are a LIAR. 
Go. To. Sleep.
OOOH. My rats are snuggling. They LOVE each other. Hi, ratses!
Great.

I'm totally not going to sleep. Sleep is for THE WEAK.

FMH (Fuck My Hair).

So, I dyed my hair last night without bleaching it, because as I keep saying I am desperately ascared of bleaching my hair (but next time I will totally follow forrent 's advice). It might be just the crappy light in my house, but my hair is NOT this color:


It looks like this:

Friday fannish5: What 5 series would you resurrect if you could?

1. Firefly
2. Arrested Development
3. Angel
4. Pushing Daisies
5. Freaks and Geeks

Stolen from forrent

I am super hyper. Like, too much caffeine, I want to run laps and go buy piles of yarn and knit a body bag for someone (WHO?) and then take a self-defense class so I can beat the fuck out of people like Echo, even though Echo annoys me, because WHY is everyone all, OOOH, ECHO? Whiskey is way hotter, anyway. I mean, if I had to switch teams, I'd go with Echo. Then again, Amy Acker is fucking rad, AND she was on Supernatural, and she flirted with Dean, which makes her the smart one.

Um. Yeah. I wanted to knit arm warmers today, because my writing is going SHITTILY, because I am still trying to figure out what the fuck to do with my FIRST book, and also I want to write something epic and intense and lovely, and it all comes out, 'Blah blah blah vampires and relationships,' only not Buffy. And AND I kind of wish I had legal ownership of Sylar, because I would have so much fun with that character. And Zachary Quinto. Yes, I am a shameless perv.

I was thinking of doing another blog. TWO blogs, you say? Yeah, but one would be personal. I haven't had a personal blog in AGES. This doesn't count, since I generally just yell about whatever has pissed me off this week. But then I think I'm not so funny or interesting.

I need to dye my hair again. I'd love to bleach it then dye it red, but the last time I bleached my own hair (in high school) most of it fell out, and I looked like a freakbaby, and high school was ROUGH ENOUGH what with the dating of a drug dealer and the private school and the ANGST. And then my hair got thin when I was suffering from lack of vitamin D because A) I was living in a basement apartment where sunlight never went, B) I was working nights and sleeping most days, and C) I was living almost entirely from cold cans of soup, OUT OF THE CAN, because I had such a huge roach problem that I couldn't keep any other food in my apartment, and even THEN the roaches came. 

I don't think i can blame the roaches for my hair thinning.

But I can't afford to spend money on a professional hair bleach/dye (it runs over $150 at the local saloon, although if I just have them bleach it and dye it myself with Manic Panic maybe it would cost less) because last night I got a call from my old college and I wasn't paying attention, and then all of a sudden I was pledging $150 to them which I could have spent on a fucking OVERPRICED hair dye job.

Right. Going to watch Supernatural now. 

You know what? I was eating popcorn, and now it's all gone. That's sad. 
- LV

* My sinus infection fucking hates me. Antibiotics, you are supposed to be helping my HEAD, not hurting my STOMACH.

* I just need to explain why I have been quiet about Roman Polanski. For myself. Here's how it goes in my head. Bold is one thought process, italics is the other. 
He's one of my all-time favorite directors. He's a genius.
But he drugged and raped a 13 year-old.
That was a very long time ago. Will any good come of punishing him now?
He broke the law. He confessed. He needs to be punished. Time is irrelevant.
I love Rosemary's Baby.
That is a bullshit argument. He broke the law. He did something wrong. He should go to jail. He raped a girl.
There's a big debate that he was entrapped. I mean, the mom let the girl sleep over at his house. That's totally fucked up. You don't let your kid do that.
That is not excuse for what he did. If it's true, she should be punished too. But that doesn't excuse him.
But his wife and unborn child were murdered in the most heinous way imaginable. He's bound to be a little fucked up.
Is that the excuse you're going with? He BROKE THE LAW. YOU KNOW HE BROKE THE LAW. What happened to his family was awful, and utterly irrelevant to this situation. You don't get to rape kids because you've had a bad time of it.
No. I guess I'm just sad because I love his work so much, and think he's been through so many tragedies, but I do believe he deserves to go to jail. THAT SUCKS.
Yes, it does. But he broke the law. He did a really awful thing, and he needs to go to jail. You wouldn't be so lenient if he wasn't a famous director, would you?
No, probably not. I just hate the situation. And he's OLD.
Should the Lockerbie bomber have been released for health reasons?
Of course not. And I'm glad they didn't release the woman from the Manson family who had the brain tumor. But that's different.
Semantics. You want to give him a pass because you feel bad for him about the tragedies in his life, and because you respect him as an artist. You have to separate the person from the work. You always talk about that with your friends.  
I know that. And I hate that this situation has made me one of those people who says, 'Yeah, he should go to jail, BUT...' That's bullshit. I don't WANT to be one of those people. He broke the law, and he should go to jail. I believe that. That's the way it works. He should be punished for his crimes. Justice has to be served. All the beautiful art and film in the world doesn't change that. EVER. But it doesn't make me happy about the situation. I hate that someone I admire so much on one way can be capable of such repellent acts in another way. And I can't explain this to people. I'm going to stay quiet.
That's probably your best bet. You're not very well-spoken.
We're the same person.
I know that.

A conversation with one of my bosses today:
First conversation of Monday morning.

Boss 1: How was your weekend? I see you dyed your hair again.
Me: Great! My parents finally let me get rats!
Boss 1: Of course you'd want to keep vermin as pets. What did you name them?
Me: Rory and Olive.
Boss 1: Is Rory the boy?
Me: No, they're both girls.
Boss 1: But how will they make rat babies?
Me: I don't WANT rat babies.
Boss 1: Of course you do. You could become a rat breeder, and make money galore!
Me: I don't WANT to be a rat breeder. I just want MY rats.
Boss 1: Are they lesbians?
Me: WHAT?
Boss 1: You have lesbian rats.
Me: They're not lesbians.
Boss 1: How do you know? Rats could be lesbians.
Me: My rats are not lesbians. 
Boss 1: Do you have a PROBLEM with lesbian rats?
Me: No, but I don't think-
Boss 1: Why don't you want to breed your lesbian rats?
Boss 2 (Who happens to be wife of Boss 1) enters.
Boss 2: Well, I chose to walk in at EXACTLY the wrong moment.
Boss 1: Elle was
Boss 2: No, really, I genuinely DO NOT want an explanation.

Best job ever. Hands down. You just WISH your bosses were as cool as mine.
- LV

PS WHEN did LJ start detecting my location? DO Not Want.

This is ALL forrent 's fault.

 Instructions: Write down the names of 12 characters. After you’ve written them all down, then read and answer the questions hidden behind the cut.

No fair peeking at the questions behind the cut until you’ve jotted down all 12 characters.

1. Ianto Jones

2. Walter Kovacs/Rorschach

3. Sylar/Gabriel Gray

4. Alpha

5. Allen Doyle

6. Spider Jerusalem

7. V

8. Greg House

9. Wash

10. Spock

11. Severus Snape

12. Billy Buddy/Dr. Horrible

( Don't peak, and prepare for WTF-Ness. )

1. Ianto Jones

2. Walter Kovacs/Rorschach

3. Sylar/Gabriel Gray

4. Alpha

5. Allen Doyle

6. Spider Jerusalem

7. V 

8. Greg House

9. Wash

10. Spock

11. Severus Snape

12. Billy Buddy/Dr. Horrible

( Read more... )

( Don't peek, and prepare for WTF-ness )

Title: Cookies In The Elevator Shaft
Wordcount: 978
Pairing: Roschach and Viedt bond in an elevator.
Rating: PG-13 
Disclaimer: I do not own Watchmen. If I did, majorly different ending. With sugar cubes and HAPPY and no DEVASTATING AGONY THAT RIPS THE SOUL- Please don't sue me.
Summary: Another crack!fic. Rorschach and Viedt get stuck in an elevator, and chat.
Notes: You can blame this one on deutschtard .
Prompt: 2 characters end up trapped in an elevator with cookies and a briefcase with mysterious contents.
Then again, I DID ask for a prompt. I am accepting any and all weird/funny prompts. But I won't be held responsible for the results.

( There are darker things than elevator shafts..... )x-posted a bit.

 Title: Rorschach + 8
Wordcount: 2,670
Pairing: Dan/Rorschach if you squint real hard. Like, REAL hard.
Rating: PG (for children with unsafe guardians)
Summary: A crack!fic, plain and simple. Maybe some fluff? I do not know. What would happen if Rorschach brought home eight little kids? The answer: Anarchy.
Notes: This is entirely danceswithelvis 's fault. Really. Blame her. She BRIBED ME to write this, my first fanfic in DONKEY YEARS. She's all sorts of awesome.
Also I don't watch the show the kids are loosely based on (Jon and Kate Plus Eight), so I made changes. Also I didn't want to directly base the kids on Real Kids. So except for their being eight of them, and some references to the parents, these kids exist only in my mind.