TO DO:

( Deadlines contain the word dead for a reason. )

( State Quarters? GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL! )

( Behold, teh fanfic. Sometimes I actually finish projects. XD )

( I don't WANT to think about it anymore, so here's my for-myself reading list. )

( Actually, I've seen all the topic-relevant Trek except the DS9. Which I have sitting around for review sometime when I actually have offtime. )

Handily divided into the only categories that matter. Check under cuts for details. Added in order found--that is, most recent finds at the top.

( Not Romulans! )

( Romulans! )

Moar as I find moar.

If you have moar, especially if it is moar WITH ROMULANS, and extra-special bonus for DARK FIC IS DARK (WITH ROMULANS), comments are love.

Capslock flail goes here. I'm half done. With the whole mess. Maybe two-thirds done.

( Observe: )

Of course, I still have to do a wrap memo and backfilled timesheet (hahahaha I should've majored in fiction, if you're catching my drift) FOR AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PROJECT after that's all done.

Oh, oh, and a book report!

But I've had the book read and highlighter-dumped for some time now, and I have...five hours Tuesday to take care of that.

D= I forgot about the presentation! For YET ANOTHER CLASS.

I'll do it Wednesday. I'll have no choice, at that point, BUT to do it on the morning of the day that it is due.

And then I will collapse sobbing into my latte`, but they will be tears of sweet, sweet victory.

I hope.

I've moved into the living room, the better for to keep an eye on the children dogs.

More or less next to the TV. And we all have very different personal tastes and theories of waking up.

So, my mornings look like...

Breakcore Fred and Ginger with outer-space codependence on the side?

No sudden dubsteb darling don't you do.

Ladies and Gentlemen...fasten your seatbelts
You are free to move about the cabin
We may experience some slight turbulence
And then explode

( Thrown together at two a.m. directly before sleep. Achieved with Google-ganking; image sources are not mine; all credit to their makers, whom I can't remember. )

Hey. I'm deep, deep in a project I thought I had all of next weekend to work on.

Yeah. That would be a no.

ANYway.

It's a fake pamphlet for a fake charity that helps fake people learn to fake read.

And I can't think of what we call ex-cons and parolees in PC language.

I'm thinking of something along the lines of "correctional (noun)", in the same vein that jails have magically become "correctional facilities" in the last few years.

My bullshitter gland is totally fried by IMPENDING FINALS and wiki is not being helpful.

Assistance pls?

So, like, how come all the XI Romulans are built like football players?

Are you for real.

They are miners. They haul rocks. For a job. Do you know so very many individuals in this profession that you can offer substantive criticism? Just going from my step-uncle and his construction contractor friends, who were only of the weekend warrior subset back before the crash, this conjecture is entirely plausible. They definitely didn't work out off-shift.

The magical black holes, y've got me there. But don't be stupid about perfectly well-reasoned choices just because it's not a Picard movie.

Shit, son, I'd like to see you do twenty arm-curls holding a stapler. *Snort.*

I don't feel really myself, wasn't sure of anything until I put Splashdown on loud enough to hurt.

Then I felt better, and now I'm going to go do my report some more. It's due Wednesday and not even half done. Maybe a third done.

I really don't want to spend all of Tuesday on it. But I will if I have to.

God/gods/Elements/imaginary friends here.

I need a vacation.

Soon, soon, soon.

I'm going to look so gross. I don't care.

Black swimsuit? It bows outward at two ends, unable to hold either of them.

I'm rather prouder of the top, but that's neither here nor there.

Hahahaha big fat alto in a big fat black bathing suit!

YOU GUYS.

I'm Ursula. *Grin.*

IN MY DAY WE HAD FANTASTICAL FEASTS, WHEN I LIVED IN THE PALACE.

Soon, bbs.

ALSO SEDGUH:HGEDJASLGHSAH:GFJKLFDla WE'LL NEVER SAY GOODBYE GOT AN UPDATE.

I am seriously stupid happy.

Ayel knows things should be different. He doesn't regret a single day.

igrab is my Victar. I am so not kidding. ♥

Apparently I'm someone else's, too, which is scary considering it was for brainbasement whump.

Or sadism, in the plain English.

(Anything for a reaction, children. And apparently I have a lot of leftover anger about this very thing, why can't you be dead like him her; die, die my darling.)

Oh, Obvious!fandom, you entrance and terrify me. ♥

Darling,

I don't care how warm and fluffy and adorable she is, you cannot name your newest creature Eibhul.

Tribble. In the fake language that's eating my neurons.

I don't even have to spellcheck things like "Understood, sir" anymore ohgod help.

She is like a Tribble with a face. That whines and licks instead of purring.

hlkjfdssdaajdfnkas ♥

However Roxanne does not like her. I will have to watch them very closely these next few days, as Untitled Fluffpile Who Cannot Have A Rihan Name is only a puppy yet, and too easily squished by an eleven-pound bully like the Roxy Miss.

Roxy Miss is jealous. This will take time.

I have twenty pages of paper; two papers and a massive graphic design project, to DO. This weekend.

ORZ.

ALSO. How much ass does Windows 7 kick? Seriously. My computer loads from cold in half the time and my tablet actually works now.

It's not a queer theory post; stop drooling.

( I actually had a dream I can even remember. )

Honestly, if you pair this with the pending legalization measures for medicinal uses,

they may well have created an unstoppable political excuse powerhouse.

I mean, I don't give a shit; my druggie friend helped me discover that I'm CALL-AN-AMBULANCE allergic just to the fumes.

So it literally makes no difference to me.

I just find the possibility for justification enormous and therefore fascinating, particularly from a social sciences mindset.

Follow the money.

All it ever is is money.

Anyone who says it's not money? Thinks it's power, and is misinformed.

It's the money.

GET RICH OR DIE TRYIN'.

Amen hallelujah.

Pissing discontent
I don't have any change, sir
A butterfly drops dead

Interesting.

So.

Splashdown's unreleased demos and remixes disc that they bundled with orders as a thankyou gift to paying customers back before their house folded?

I HAS IT.

In lossless copy.

You want? Hit me up. <3

If the rings that I ran were lines, just imagine how much farther I could be, yeah

nyohah likely has it, too, and will as equally likely share, so if you decide I have the Internet cooties or w/e, you can pester her instead.

DKSLAFSA; THIS FUCKING DEMO <3

Now these horns are red and this bull can rest, no more scarlet capes to chase

Has my endless Romulan mouthfoam TAUGHT YOU NOTHING?

You guys.

You CANNOT TRUST THE SENATE.

Had things to say, but they melted; can't be that significant, then.
I'm satisfied with so much.
In life, I mean. Are you happy? I'm satisfied.
The real secret of life is to settle for what you have.
(However, this does not sell books.)
I am immensely satisfied.

The joys of neutral gear.
Work to do, work to do, and always miles to go, la.
I say goodbye in raw spring and high summer.
They never say hello back.

White space
is an entirely inadequate substitution
for a single finite point of ink--
Ex nihlio, done.

(If you press the Enter key in single space, that's poetry, sonny boy.)

From Last Thursday! A bus adventure, tagged, but not locked. THERE IS ALSO BOOKSTUFF UNDER THE CUT.

( Bookery. On Julie E. Czerneda and Herman Hesse. )

( So I'm sitting there, reading In The Company Of Others, and this dude gets on the bus. (Warnings: misandry, major, MAJOR tmi, and blasphemy for dessert.) )

I'll be honest, the only thing I really remember from the Song of Solomon is this: at some point, he compares tits to gazelles.

Gazelles. You guys. Seriously. Zeus. Goat tit. Gazelles.

A part of me wonders if this is where the term "bazongas!" got its starting point.

I WANT TO SWING WITH MY EYES SHUT AND SEE WHAT I HIT
(I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me)

PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY.

The actual songs are blatant moneygrab, except for Uprising which is STILL moneygrabby, but THIS COVER ohgod PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY.

"He says 'I've found her', and keeps repeating, 'She's here'."

(I haven't seen A New Hope in eight years and I could probably recite the film. In the end I think it's the best one, or the one that stays best; it was the one that made me look at it and want the future to look that way, grimy neon suspended in white, black, and clear plastic.)

...That's no moon.

That's a space station. *Awe.*

( The workload, it burns. )

tl;dr CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS BAAAAW WHAAAAAMBULANCE FURIOUS ENTITLEMENT DANCE.

Mornings call for a scowl, isn't it so?

(Lol orange and teal, way to back the wrong team, Jhets. XD Ten bucks says they beat the fuck out of us last night; no, I haven't looked; the student rag will scream all about it Monday, anyway.

Speaking of: I cannot believe I ever, ever thought I would want to be a journalist. Although apparently I could do it with my eyes shut. Given that it appears to be the procedure they're using. Oh, technical writing minor, you are exhausting but you're helping me meet graduate deadlines and develop--GASP--study skills.

Those of us who were forcefed them for the benefit of their immediate superiors know these things are behavior modification; sit down or I will sit you down, little girl. Shhh. No! We do not bite our classmates. Correction: we do not get caught. Om nom nom? ^_~)

Hahaha, my I-Pod is so weird. It won't update no matter what I do to it, so I've set it to manual synch, which, the new I-Tunes is a bitch. It took me TWENTY MINUTES TO FIND THE SETTING.

I have been doing this:

Make sure I-Tunes can "see" my I-Pod
Put shit in I-Tunes library
Click on I-Pod (in 'Tunes menu bar thing)
Then click Autofill from Music (in a rolldown on the bottom left)

OH WISEST FLIST, IS THERE A BETTER WAY?

Mmm, breakcore. *Licks.* Huge dark crashing stomp and wet things that skitter.

Dear Zombieland, please hurry your way onto DVD, that I may watch you over and over and over and over until there is a scratch in the disc. <3

I still have so much work to do.