I have to say, the only, only thing about being in a new fandom right from the get-go is that THERE'S NEVER ENOUGH FIC (BAWWWWWWW). Although White Collar's been going since October, it's only on its tenth ep (BUT HOMG EP 11 COMES OUT TONIGHT!), and there are comms out there (whitecollarfic , caffrey_burke , 3_way_collar ), but I am an insatiable porn fic addict and I WANT MOAR. (OM NOM NOM)

OH BUT ALSO GUYS DUDE GUYS, astolat wrote White Collar fic: Taking Liberties, Neal/Peter/Elizabeth, adult. IT IS AMAZING AND HOT AND GLORIOUS. You should totes read it even if, like me, threesomes aren't always your kink. White Collar is JUST THAT GOOD OK, it makes you ship threesomes against your will. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

I have done NOTHING today except sleep, dance and watch White Collar. It has been FANTASTIC.

AND OKAY SO RANDOM TIDBIT TIME. White Collar --> Good Omens. By which I mean Neal from White Collar has Crowley's eyes (except blue) and Crowley's hair (except brown) AND AS;DLFKJER;AGSDA FUCK I REALLY WANT TO MAKE THAT MOVIE. I was always really skeptical about any GO movie because who would play Crowley but ;AKLSDF;ASD THIS MAN WHAT.

(And we'd maybe have to do something about the eyebrows, but jesus fuck, okay?)

PS: And while I'm prattling about it, White Collar has some fucking awesome writing going for it. I'm still eagerly awaiting an episode wherein Peter gets into a fist fight (because that would rock, and you know he'd fight like Sir Samuel Motherfucking Vimes), but a;lsehalw;ekrasdk THIS SHOW. IDEK. ♥

OH YEAH: if you want a description of the show by someone who is coherent and uses semi-colons with reasonable integrity, GO HERE because copperbadge  just recced the everloving shit out of this show, and he does it with absolutely zero keyboeard smashes, which is something I totally admire.

Today was pretty successful, depending on how you look at it. Nav and I went shopping at the Cataraqui mall, and I came back with a hoodie, two shirts and a pair of fuzzy socks, not one item of which I bought at full price. Sweet deal.

Dear music_est_vita: if you read this, we must go clubbing. Because my new shirt is red and it fucking sparkles.

There was a fundraiser going on for the Queen's chapter of "Massacure", wherein people donated money to the Make A Wish Foundation to have their heads shaved and/or to shave someone else's head. The shaved hair was donated to Angel Hair, to make wigs for children with cancer. I was going to do it, but apparently my hair isn't long enough; they need at least 10 inches. I was pretty bummed about that, not gonna lie; now I have to wait another year. (But perhaps it is for the best: my Oma surely would have disowned me if I'd come home for Reading Week bald.)

In other news, I just got back from grocery shopping, and am now contentedly OM NOM NOMING granola bars. (om nom nom)

This is the official website of The Ride to Conquer Cancer.

From the info page:
My parents were actually planning on doing The Ride since last summer - long before Mom's diagnosis. But since her surgery and the good news, The Ride's taken on a different, more personal meaning, and not just for her. If I am completely honest, I don't think I would have pimped this if Mom hadn't been diagnosed with breast cancer, but she was and I am, so here goes.

If you're reading this and you happen to have the time, please check out The Ride to Conquer Cancer. If you know someone with cancer, or if you've got a sum to donate, or hell, if you just have a penchant for ridiculous bike trips, check out the site and help raise awareness. Cause even if you don't personally know someone with cancer, there are many others out there who are grateful for your support. And, well, what else can I say? It means a lot.

*peers around corner* Oh, hi.
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* I am an elitist Torontonian bitch, and I've come to accept this fact.

( "Are you ok?" "I'm fine. There's a hole in my stomach, but it avoided any major organs." )

PS: Dear Hugh Laurie: PLZ FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TO BE GETTING YOUR NORMAL HAIRCUT BACK ON HOUSE. (I know that's about two seasons behind, but omg DDDDD: do not want.)

Being taught by my Linguistics prof is like being taught by Granny Weatherwax. (Only minus the pointy hat.)

Just cause.

( whimsical, nonsensical babbles ahoy )

TEAL DEAR: I'm a schoolgirl with a crush.

Jesus fuck, it's done.

I don't want to go back.

SONOFAFUCKINGBITCH MY ENTRY JUST DIED!

BUT OK, I JUST FINISHED THE 7TH BOOK OF JOHN FLANAGAN'S RANGER'S APPRENTICE SERIES: ERAK'S RANSOM AND AS;DLFJKAS;LDF YES YES YES! I AM JITTERY LIKE A JUNKIE ATM AND SINCE THERE IS NO ONE IN MY HOUSEHOLD I CAN SHOUT AT, I AM FORCED TO CHANNEL MY FANGIRLING INTO THIS POST AND HOPE THAT LJ DOESN'T EAT IT AGAIN YOU FUCKSHIT DICKWAD.
( SPOILERS FOR ERAK'S RANSOM, WHICH IS BOSS. JUST SAYIN' )

AND FINALLY: BUT WHAT DO YOU MEEEEEEEEEEEEEAN I HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE EIGHTH BOOK? WHYYYYYYYYY, FLANAGAN, WHY?

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH It is stupid late. But I just got word that A;LSDKJFAIER;NADS THE SEVENTH RANGER'S APPRENTICE BOOK IS APPARENTLY OUT AS OF WHAT WAS TECHNICALLY YESTERDAAAAYYYYYYYYYY FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

(john flanagan, i can almost forgive you for your craptastically designed website. I NEED TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN "Araluen" AND "Araluan" AND YOU ARE NOT HELPING.)

but still the high pitched squealing noise you hear, that would be me.
blame it on the sleep deprivation. i am stupid right now. :)

Also there is a crack!fic out there for the Sherlock Homes fandom AND IT IS ABOUT SNAKES ON A TRAIN! IT IS HILARIOUS AND I SHALL PROBABLY LINK TO IT SOON. BECAUSE IT IS SO MUCH WIN. :D

*dusts off LJ*

( parties, friends, fandom, excellence )

( reality, life )

Hi.

I'm home.

I... I have stuff, things to say, but not today. Not now. Not until I've thought about them.

I am fine right now, fine in the way where you know you're going to get fucked up in a major way in the near future. I don't think that made any sense, but I don't make sense even to myself right now. Physically I am fine.

I think I'll post later. Like tomorrow. I haven't cried yet.

This is the worst Christmas present ever. It's like when you hear something and it's so odd or out of place or terrible you think "ah, this is a dream. Ok, I'm dreaming. When will I wake up?"

I don't think I'm going to wake up.

please help me

I just want to take the opportunity cost damn you econ to say I LOVE ontd_startrek WITH A LOVE* THAT IS PURE AND DEVOUT AND MORE ANGELIC* THAN ALL THAT IS HOLY (ie: to a slightly lesser degree than I will love Wednesday Dec. 16th at 5:00 pm). AND BECAUSE I FUCKING PISSED MYSELF LAUGHING AT THIS.


ok ok I'm done.


*shared by chiare

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW

I spent over twelve hours in the library today, and studied for psyc the entire time. Now I'm at that beautiful part of the night you get to when you realize you don't actually know anything. My exam is taking place at 2:00pm tomorrow, which gives me just over 12 hours, if I pull an all-nighter. But I know that would just fuck me over completely (and I just don't have that stamina, though the panic flooding my system atm is giving that claim a run for its money), so it looks like that's off the table.

Right. Um. Not panicking. NOT PANICKING OH GOD OK. So. What I'm going to do is this: finish this entry, do the online quizzes for all of the chapters, god to bed, sleep, wake up, go over my study notes again with pens and highlighters, dash off to a doctor's appt., go to tutorial, get back, do the text review questions for chapters 1-5 AND THEN GO WRITE FAIL THE EXAM LIKE A BOSS.

I seriously cannot remember being this freaked out over anything involving academia, and I can't say I relish the experience. But, ok, basically I am paying obscene amounts of money to fail this thing. The fuck. And, if I don't get at least an eighty on this, then I don't get to take second year psyc courses, which essentially means that if I don't ace this exam, I just wasted more money than I care to think about, for first year here. That just about kills me.

BUT OK, BEING PROACTIVE (like proactive interference, wherein old memories interfere with remembering new information). STUDYING.