I know this is my first post in ages, and it should be more substantial than this, but I want to answer it and I'm going to do a meme very soon.

Anyway, my favourite Harry Potter book is definitely Half Blood Prince. People accuse it of being a filler; the penultimate book with nothing much to say, but I really love it. Seeing as I always find the villains more interesting than the heroes (especially in Harry Potter), it goes without saying that the presence of Death Eaters in the novel makes me very happy. And Draco - don't even get me started on how much I love the slimy little bastard. So for me, it's immensely satisfying to read.

I had the ending ruined for me because I took so long to read it - I was getting less interested in Harry Potter by then, and I was reading maybe a chapter a week and not really taking it in - but once I realised that this novel had everything I ever wanted from a Harry Potter novel, I started it again and devoured it in two days (and cried at the end, how sad). I don't know how many times I've read it since then, but I know it's quite a few. The book itself is falling apart!

The movie was good, but that's it. Just... good. I hated how they cut so much out and changed so many things (even though I know why they have to do it blah blah blah), but I loved the treatment of most things they kept in, so it gets a thumbs up from me. Draco was handled perfectly, as was Snape. This is also the first time I've actually loved Daniel Radcliffe in the role - in the previous movies I was really indifferent to him. The Felix Felicis scenes (where he's all bubbly and cocky) sold it for me.

So yeah. That's my answer (in a length worthy of becoming an essay).Order of the Phoenix is probably my least favourite. I like all the books, but I have to read Deathly Hallows again because I read it the day it came out and I've since forgotten a lot of it.

Peace out, homies.

At home all damn day
Starving self for hospital
I'd kill for some bread


Seriously, kill me now. I don't care how sick I am, if I have to drink one more cup of strained chicken noodle soup, I'm beating someone to death and making myself some rice. "No solids"... I'll no solids you.

Oh, predictable creature that I am.

So, if you haven't already noticed, I am quite partial to both villians and antiheroes, and also to things that are clever and amusing. So when I first heard of Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (about a week ago - late to the party much?) I knew instantly that I would love it. I guess that's why I waited a few days before I watched it; I wasn't sure if I wanted another obsession so soon. But I relented, and watched it.

Did I love it? Fuck yeah.

The characters - amazing. The music - brilliant. The story - just perfect, if a little heartbreaking. Seriously, that last scene (especially that last shot of Billy!) crushed my soul. My only real criticism was that it was TOO good; it's all I can watch and listen to at the moment! I've decided all I want to do is hug Dr. Horrible forever, or until Bad Horse has me destroyed. And Captain Hammer can stay home and cry.

So yeah, that's the story of how I'm terribly predictable in my interests. Not much else has been going on, really. I baked a cake today. I got icing and drew a picture of Dr. Horrible on it before I realised what I was doing. On the upside, the cake looks badass in a lop-sided cartoony way (drawing has never been my best skill).

Excited about Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince coming out this week, even though I probably won't be able to see it until next week sometime. Still have to see Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen at the iMax. I'm certain I'll like it better this time around. I love going to the movies. My wallet can vouch for that.

Anyway, I have nothing much to say. What have you internet people been up to? More interesting stuff than me? Do tell.

Three things for you today:
A proper journal entry about my week, and two memes. Ready to read? You'd better be.


• Went to the Supanova convention on the weekend with c_dollars. Met Dave Gibbons, the illustrator of Watchmen. Hyperventilated slightly and told him that he and Alan Moore were my gods. He took it very well, jokingly asked if I'd brought him any offerings. I giggled while he signed my dog-eared copy of Watchmen and he said "bless you, my child". As an athiest, that shouldn't have made me as excited as it did. Then I stood in line for almost an hour to meet Karl Urban - 'Bones' from Star Trek. He was wearing the most adorable outfit! It was a kind of grey suit but with a stripy green sweater-vest underneath. My conversation with him involved me gushing about how good his performance was and how much I loved him, and him nodding thoughtfully and thanking me sincerely. When I saw he'd written 'lots of love' above his signature I just about passed out with joy, and he laughed and added an 'XX' at the bottom just for me.
Then I met Richard Hatch - from both the new and old incarnations of Battlestar Galactica - and he was really sweet. I liked that fact that we got to show him that thirty-year-old nerdy men are not his only audience. And then I bought some Battlestar Galactica dogtags and got pictures with cosplayers and went home. It was a very tiring day, to say the least.

• I saw 'Transformers: Revenge Of The Fallen' on the weekend as well. [Don't worry, this post will be spoiler-free for those of you who actually had something to do rather than watch robots fight this weekend]. As somebody who loves both the previous movie and the cartoon, I expected quite a lot of this movie, especially since they had incorporated so many more original Transformers. Now, don't get me wrong. It didn't suck. I didn't hate it. It's not like I wouldn't see it again. It's just that with all I know it could have been, it was a little bit of a disappointment. The plot was muddled, the villain bland, and the underuse of brilliant characters appalling. Sideswipe, for example, delivered my favourite CGI!awesome moment at the beginning of the movie, was mention by name again about twice in the movie, and was sidelined for the rest of the action. And I really wish the Matrix of Leadership, as the Transformers universe's most prized MacGuffin, had been used properly and not as a Deus Ex Machina.
But, having said that, the CGI was phenomenal, the score once again a brilliant effort from Steve Jablonsky, and the writers cleverly added more of the Witwicky parents. The best thing about the movie for me, though, was the inclusion of and the faithfulness to the Starscream / Megatron relationship. The cowardice, the spineless yet insincere groveling, the violence... it was all there. At least Starscream, my favourite robot character in anything ever (including WallE and Battlestar Galactica) was done justice. So, overall, the movie was okay. Nothing special, nothing atrocious. I'll see it again on iMax and buy the DVD, because I think if I watch it again it'll grow on me and I'll see more of the awesome and less faults.

• Went to a great party last weekend (or was it the weekend before? When am I?!) in which I drank a bit and made many new friends. I also balanced in my high heels on a metal pole of a bunk bed as a talked to the people sitting on the top bunk. As the clumsiest person I know, this statement impresses me greatly. I had a lot of fun, but sadly the amount of alcohol I had brought and managed to borrow from others was not enough to intoxicate me. I was buzzed enough, however, to scream at the top of my lungs at someone because they hadn't seen Watchmen... five minutes after the police arrived due a noise complaint. I have never been shushed so ferociously. It's funny to hear people murmuring "man, how drunk is that chick?" when you've hardly drunk anything at all and you're acting how you normally act: totally insane.

( Okay, okay, I wasn't going to, but I'll put the memes under a cut. But you still have to read them! )

Okay, um... sorry guys. That was a week's worth of rambling there, but I am in a devious mood and I want you all to embrace the memes. Go on! Embrace them!!!

I know, I know, I haven't really been around that much for the last couple of weeks, but you have two things to blame for that - my two new fandoms.

Star Trek and Heroes now rule most of my life. And seeing as the link between these two beautiful creations is glaringly obvious, I'm just going to come right out and say it: I love Zachary Quinto. Spock and Sylar - I would sell my soul to be with either.

So yeah, that's where I've been. Living on ontd_startrek and watching all three seasons of Heroes.

Speaking of which, my month-long task of watching all of Heroes finally came to an end tonight. I watched the last episode an hour ago... boy, am I mad. Even though I looked at a few spoilers for season 4 and let them calm my nerves a little, I'm still quite tense over the whole finale and am trying not to think about it. Why couldn't they mess with characters I don't care about? (Okay, so there aren't really any characters I don't care about since Tracey disappeared, but still... cripple Ando next time you want to screw with someone, Kring - he's behaving like a pissy little bitch most of the time these days. Even Peter's not that bad anymore.)

Saw Star Trek at the iMax today. It took me long enough; I was worried that by the time I'd be able to go, they would have replaced it with Transformers already. But it looks like I saw it just in time. Though I did get a bit of a headache (lensflare explosions!!) it was amazing. I love that the sound is nice and loud - I could really immerse myself in the soundtrack, which was why I saw The Dark Knight in the iMax twice (even I find that excessively geeky).

So that's about it. Life is pretty good at the moment, even though many of the people around me insist on being pathetic and childish. I'm coping quite well with that, though, because the people involved don't know that I am involved, which adds a lovely element of smugness to it. Ah, the naivety of others.

And just a quick hello to all my new LJ friends who I haven't really greeted properly. Wassup, you GQMFs?

Stole this meme from por_queeee because it looked like too much fun...

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: For those who are guessing -- looking the lyrics up on a search engine is CHEATING!

1} God that was strange to see you again, introduced by a friend of a friend
2} I don't miss you, just who you used to be
3} When there's nowhere left to run, is there room for one more son? [All These Things That I've Done: The Killers - por_queeee]
4} When you try your best and you don't succeed, when you get what you want but not what you need
5} On a night like tonight you saved my life, red and green wet shoes slip on refracted lights
6} It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark [Thriller: Michael Jackson - c_dollars]
7} Aw, shit! Get your towels ready it's about to go down! [I'm On A Boat: The Lonely Island - por_queeee]
8} Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? [Bohemian Rhapsody: Queen - por_queeee]
9} Hope dangles on a string like slow-spinning redemption [Vindicated: Dashboard Confessional - c_dollars and shadowpoet89]
10} She calls me from the cold, just when I was low, feeling short of stable [Shimmer: Fuel - c_dollars]
11} She packed my bags last night pre-flight
12} I fly like paper, get high like planes [Paper Planes: MIA - por_queeee]
13} Well you done done me and you bet I felt it [I'm Yours: Jason Mraz - c_dollars]
14} It's not easy having yourself a good time, greasing up those bets and betters [I Can't Decide: Scissor Sisters - shadowpoet89]
15} Want to but I can't help it, I love the way it feels
16} I used to be a renegade, I used to fool around [Hip To Be Square - c_dollars]
17} We're no strangers to love, you know the rules and so do I [Never Gonna Give You Up: Rick Astley - por_queeee]
18} You think the way you live's okay, you think posing will save the day
19} I stole the keys to the skies, and we'll leave this place for the final time [This Boy's In Love - c_dollars]
20} It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of Fourth and Fremont Street [Build God, Then We'll Talk: Panic! At The Disco - por_queeee]

It's quite an eclectic mix, but do your best. And if #7 isn't the first one guessed, I will be very disappointed in all of you. Now, go!

Pleasure. Pain. Beautiful.

I only hope that one day I'm lucky enough.

So, uh, yeah. I saw Star Trek on Tuesday (it's been a busy movie week for me, hasn't it?) and the results were to be expected.

I am completely, desperately, irrefutably in love with everything about this movie, including - of course - its ridiculously massive amounts of HOT.

So is anybody up for a "who wants to see what else I want for my birthday" post? Well, you better keep away if you're not, because I'm gonna fucking do it anyway.

Nervous?



You probably should be.


And here we go...





[It gets very image-heavy, so click the cut bitches]
( Set phasers to STUNNING )

And I'm just going to leave this right here...

Being a bit of a post-whore today, I know, but how the fuck can I not answer this question.

*Ahem* Can your hear me?

Battlestar Galactica. (New series, obviously. Ye olde Sci-Fi is not for me.)

Everything about it is pure beauty from the dialogue right down to the details (like nothing having pointy edges - even the sheets of paper are hexagonal!). The plot is fantastic, always twisting and turning; the characterisation is unrivaled.

Even the characters that turn out to be nothing more than humanoid robots are still so likable because you've spent so much time with them, investing yourself emotionally in them like there's no tomorrow.

Speaking of characterisation... Gaius Baltar may be one of the most interesting and complex characters in television history. But I may be compromised because he is also extremely attractive (yeah, yeah, I'm attracted to sly little antiheroes, leave me alone).

So yeah. If you haven't watched it yet, do. Need some extra incentive?
Doublemint hotness Gaius!




Oh, FYI, living in Australia and hating spoilers means that I have not seen past halfway through Season 4, so don't ruin it. Please? Because I may kill you.

Who wants to see what I want for my birthday?












That's right, GAMBIT!

With a side order of Deadpool, if you don't mind...





Say what you want about X-Men Origins Wolverine; the eye candy is damn fiiiine. And I haven't even posted any pictures of Wolverine...

Today should be a good day. Don't prove me wrong, world.

I hope I can find the chainsaw in Grand Theft Auto again. It's just not the same using guns since I lost it.

And maybe I'll see Star Trek today. Fingers crossed!

This is just a Watchmen fanfic I posted to owlblot a while ago. I thought I'd just repost it to my own journal for archival purposes so I know where it is. If you've read it before, ignore me. If you haven't, I always love feedback from new people. Whatever.


Title: "Control"
Author: geekinthepink56
Disclaimer: This is not my dreams. Therefore Watchmen and its characters do not belong to me but to Alan Moore.
Rating: PG, I guess, just for some violence
Character(s)/Pairing: Dan/Nite Owl II, Laurie, and if you read into it there can be Dan/Rorschach subtext, but I left it kind of open.
Warning: Spoilers, Violence.
Summary: Dan can't get over Karnak and who he lost there. Laurie can't help, but maybe an even older friend can...

( Dan was in a slump. That's what Hollis would have called it... )

Got this little meme from cherryfruit while I was stalking people's journals instead of doing anything of value (I apologise to everyone, especially myself):

NAME A FANDOM AND I'LL TELL YOU:

01. The first character I fell in love with:
02. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:
03. The character everyone else loves that I don’t:
04. The character I love that everyone else hates:
05. The character I would shag anytime:
06. The character I'd want to be like:
07. The character I'd slap:
08. A pairing that I love:
09. A pairing that I despise:
10. Favorite character:
11. 5 things I enjoy about the fandom:
12. And 5 that suck:
13. Who are my 3 favorite characters.
14. Who are my 3 least favorite characters.
15. What are my 3 favorite pairings.
16. What are my 3 least favorite pairings.
17. Which character you're most like.
18. What is my deep, dark fandom secret.

If you don't know my fandoms, my userinfo and icons should cover pretty much all of them.

Okay, fuck it, I'm sharing the genius.
Why couldn't I keep the song from my last post as my earworm? Not that I'm complaining, but still... I'm getting the urge to sing as I walk down corridors and my latest earworm is just going to confuse people.
Yes, it's "In An Apatow World" by the fucking super-geniuses at College Humor. WATCH.



Yeah, it's one of those things where you find yourself mumbling "it's funny because it's true", but I still fucking rate it (but that may be because I'm a huge Seinfeld fan - the show in which the "it's funny because it's true" concept was truly born).
Is it sad that I've seen all the movies referenced in this video except one? Is it just as sad that I really fucking love all of them too? And is it really, really sad that part of the reason I love this video so much is that I am in love with Streeter?
Shut up, I'm allowed to love him. He's sweet. Especially as "the Phantom of the Office". [Google. Now.] I love Amir too. But he's not in this. I think he's the human equivalent of a cheeky little hobgoblin in glasses.
... Wow. I'm beginning to be disturbed by the way my "type" is heading.

Anyway, I'll give you another video because I'm feeling generous like fucking up your f-list.



I don't even fucking use Twitter but I find this amazingly funny.
One day, I want to be like these people. Funny. Confident. Fucking mental.

So, yeah, if you aren't familiar with College Humor (you should be - Powerthrist? Superbingo? Brohemian Rhapsody? Hand Vagina? Awkward Rap?) go and check them out. You won't regret it.

"Help I'm Alive" (the acoustic version, infinitely better than the original) by Metric. I'd never heard any of their stuff before, and this just came on the radio one day and I had to listen. Perfect for writing my novel (always a bonus, in my world of procrastination).



I tremble
They're gonna eat me alive
If I stumble
They're gonna eat me alive

Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer?
Beating like a hammer?
Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be soft
Tough to be tender...


And I'm not typing any more because f-lists will be sad. But listen to it. Or face the wrath of my earworm!

Back from visit to relatives. Was satisfactory. Would be happier if my mother had not insisted on dragging relatives back with us. Am currently sitting alone with laptop, wishing aunts would get out of my house. Grandparents can stay. Parents I can take or leave.

Anyway, the highest point of my day has undoubtedly been this:

( Cut because of shameless villain-whoring )

In other news:

I want NEED to see Watchmen again. I've put some of my meagre amount of money aside for it; a worthy cause indeed! Next month I'll hopefully save enough to get an action figure (possibly Rorschach? Must investigate further), a journal/notebook, and some more badges. Hopefully.

My lame father (the token dopey-yet-lovable dad) has been wearing his new Star Trek shirt - picturing Spock performing the famous hand gesture that my father, somewhat unfortunately, cannot - and that combined with seeing the trailers a thousand times has made me excited about the new Star Trek movie. Plus young!Kirk is quite pretty. My only problem will be not calling out "they're going to White Castle!" whenever John Cho (playing Hikaru Sulu) comes onscreen, like I did in the trailers. Screw it, even if the movie is terrible (which it won't be - as a Lost fan, I have trouble not trusting Abrams), I'm gonna get a kick out of Simon Pegg as Scotty.

I also acknowledge that I'm a bad geek for not having seen any of the Terminator films. And I'm going to watch them before Salvation, if not for geekdom then for dear old Christian Bale. I'm gonna try and pinpoint the moment when he freaked out. Maybe they're found a way to keep it in as part of the movie? Recut it so he's yelling at a robot? Meh, wishful thinking I'm afraid.

Ugh, jut saw an ad for Desperate Housewives. No thanks. First season was good, then it got ridiculous. Yeah, yeah, I know, that's a bit rich coming from a Lost fan, but I genuinely think it has direction. Whatever. I'm too trusting. As long as Sawyer is alive, I'm watching the show.

Comments on my pointless rants are nice, if only to humor me. I love my lj friends.

So what happens here is that you reply to this and I give you 5 associations. And then you have to run off to your journal and explain them and the cycle continues. Unless you have no friends. So here's some associations I got from shadowpoet89:

1. BOYS. :D
I will take this in terms of BOYS FOLDER.
Dictionary.com defines "boys" as "male children, from birth to full growth".
Dictionary.com defines "folder" as "a person or thing that folds."
So by official definition, the existence of a BOYS FOLDER should not make me so excitable. But it does, oh it does, because once you introduce Ozymandias into the equation, you've got another thing entirely.
So, yeah, basically I could talk about the entire concept of the BOYS FOLDER for years but I won't, because that would just be silly. Hmm... maybe I'll just tell you who's in my BOYS FOLDER?
Him, him, him, him, him, and him.
Would Ozy approve?

2. Giant caterpillars.
I usually hate bugs, but thankfully this references one made from paper, or cardboard and fuzzy material. So our school has this thing every year called "International Day" where we have stall with food from around the world and people can perform international dances (seeing as we are an all-girls school, 90% of the concert is Bollywood and pacific island ass-shaking; fine for the 990 lesbians, not so good for the 10 straight chicks which, unfortunately, includes me).
Anyway, a couple of years ago my friends and I were on the Asian stall (yeah, the cheap retards condensed them all into one) simple so we could con free fried rice. And I brought a poorly-made paper caterpillar with a drawing of a baby inside its mouth, and we charged 10 cents to look in the mouth and see what it was eating. Lame, right? Well, we made $2.10 that day, so don't laugh.
We did it again this year, except the mouth was a box with fuzzy orange material trailing off it, and there were fortunes in its mouth. Really cruel ones like "Is it love or pity? Try not to think about it". We targeted teachers mostly, and we made $10. So boo yah to the giant caterpillar.

3. Alarm clocks that swear at you until you get the fuck up.
I swear back at them.
Seriously, who the fuck do they think they are? Turning on at six in the fucking morning and screaming in my ear and--
Wait? I programmed that in? I told it to do that? Oh, never mind.
You may have won this round, Al Armclock, but sometime soon I'm gonna hit your permanent snooze button - hard.

4. Writing fic in stalled elevators
The best fucking idea. I'll never leave the house without a notebook and a pen now because of this.
BUT it would have to be crack, kink, or a hilarious Sue fic. Srs bznss would just make me even more claustrophobic.
You know what would be the best fic to write while stuck in an elevator? A fic where Batman and the Joker are stuck in an elevator. Or Rorschach and Nite Owl.
Great. Now whenever I'm in an elevator, I'll WANT it to stop.

5. TDK soundtrack as a study tool :D
Scientifically proven to get results.
Seriously, everyone who was asking how hard I studied to come first in Modern History? I lied. I didn't study all week. I studied like 2 days before. BUT to the TDK soundtrack. That's the key.
Honestly, when you're scribbling notes while you're listening to "Introduce A Little Anarchy", the time fucking flies. When you're trying to memorise a historian's quote while listening to "Agent Of Chaos"? It gets through, and it stays in your memory.
Alliance systems of WWI? "Agressive Expansion".
Trench warfare in the Vietnam War? "Why So Serious".
So that's why you all lost out to a freakin' retard like me, guys. Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard have my got fucking back.

First, a quick catch-up:

• Kaiser Chiefs was awesome; I wish that everything I did loosened me up as much as this did. Honestly - I had fun. I sang, I screamed, I shouted. I got all the pressures and stress and fury out of me... and then I realised I had a shitload of homework piling up afterwards and everything reversed itself. But while that feeling of freedom lasted, it was bliss.

• Went to the party as Wolverine. Stick-on sideburns, dog tags, foil-on-cardboard claws... you'd have thought Hugh Jackman himself was standing awkwardly in the corner, wondering what to do with himself. It was a good night, I got my drink on (finally - I love that phrase), but I didn't get drunk. I don't know why, maybe it was because I was already having fun and I was paranoid about spoiling it. Whatever, all that matters is that a guy I knew dressed up as Dr. Manhattan (or is that dressed down?) and I grinned like an idiot everytime I saw him.

• Still haven't started my Hamlet speech. Which is bad, seeing as Hamlet is the only case study I've liked (and will like, looking at the rest of the syllabus) and if I'm hesitant to work on that, how am I going to be able to work on something I hate? Case in point: Great Expectations. Hated it, didn't read it, almost look forward to failing the exam on it just to make a point.


Anyway, apart from that, not much is new.

I am officially addicted to baking. It's something I can do! Better than a lot of people I know, actually. One of the only things I can do that could beat people I know in some sort of competition. Seriously, the point at which your cakes stop tasting like eggs and stale cocoa and start tasting like cakes? Awesome. Okay, enough of that, nobody really gives a toss.

I've been sleeping crappily, especially since I pulled a muscle in my leg in my sleep (I still don't know how the fuck it happened). And everyone's telling me how tired I look. Except my teachers, who tell me I look ill and then give me more homework. Helpful. I'm just really exhausted at the moment, holidays in a week should fix that.

In fact, holidays mean that I can finally start getting through all those cheaps DVDs I bought in Bali. I'm watching one right now - "Baby Mama" starring Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, but with Tina Fey and some pointy-faced blonde chick who is most definitely not Amy Poehler on the cover. Gotta love Bali.

In unrelated news, I'm in need of green jewelry. Hair clips and necklaces. The feel of life and nature is important in autumn and winter. I'm sick of bright yellow (Watchmen-esque smiley face earrings excepted) and pink accessories. The time for organic tones has arrived. In case you haven't already guessed, my only "girly" aspect is jewelry. The rest is all comics and Xbox. So I don't feel like a retard for taking more time choosing my earrings than my clothes. So, I'm going to be buying some necklaces before I buy my Rorschach figurine. I'm sure he'll forgive me when he meets my Joker figurine.

So, in short, I'm tired, but no less insanely vibrant. And everyone has already stopped reading this by now. But whatever, journaling passes the time while I'm procrastinating.

I walk away from TDK for twenty seconds and then bang! It grabs me by the arm and shoves awesome down my throat. I've been more focussed on fangirling Watchmen lately than I have been TDK (not that I've forgotten about it - never!), and then all of a sudden "A Dark Knight" from the TDK soundtrack springs up on shuffle and reminds me who's boss.
Hence why I am sitting in the dark in my room right now watching the movie for the first time in about a month (blasphemy!) instead of doing work. Hamlet can wait, right? If only he'd been decisive as the Joker, there'd be no play - just "Claudius is a douche, I'ma go fuck his shit up", which would have been one scene worth of dialogue and action and would save me the trouble of trying to figure out where I stand on his insufferable procrastination.
My dog, Minty, is on my bed, pretending to sleep. She secretly loves watching TDK (usually she runs out of the room during loud movies, but she curls up right in front if the TV when TDK is on) but she's too proud to prove it by wagging her tail. Her favourite character is Mayor Guyliner. Bet you five bucks he's in Ozy's BOYS folder.
I started reading Paper Towns by John Green the other day - I bought it on the trip I took to Borders simply because it has Watchmen merchandise. They had so much stuff and I had so little money... I made do with an Ozymandias bookmark and a badge set. Definitely going back for a couple of figurines (Rorschach priority #1) and a notebook next time.
But, anyway, I felt like a retard leaving without a book (especially since I have such a long list of novels I desperately want to read) so I finally got my hands on Paper Towns. I don't know if it's because exams are distracting me or I'm not far into it enough, but I'm finding it a lot stiffer than Looking For Alaska or An Abundance Of Katherines in its writing style. It's probably just me, come to think of it. John Green is incredibly talented. I need a holiday.
Going to the Kaiser Chiefs concert tonight. I've been feeling tired all day but I think the hour before the concert starts I'll wake up and get a little hyperactive. Hopefully, or I'll be trampled to death in the mosh pit. Should be a great show, it's a great album.
I have a costume party to attend on Friday, but I have no costume. The theme is "movie characters/celebrities", but I'm hesitant to reuse my Joker outfit seeing as everyone's seen it multiple times. I asked half-jokingly if I could come as Christian Bale (by wearing a suit and swearing at everyone) but my request was declined. Any ideas? Preferably relative easy-to-do seeing as I only have till Friday to think one up.
... Oh my god how long is this post?! Christ I can talk.

I should be studying for Art theory. But I'm not, because the postmodernist artists we have to study are terrible and everytime I look at their "artworks" I die a little inside. I wish we could have chosen our own artists. For modernism, I definitely would have chosen Rene Magritte over Pablo Picasso. But I'm extremely happy to do Andy Warhol (for obvious Watchmen-fangirling reasons) so I guess that'll be my strong point.
Bought some hideous furry orange fabric today to make the caterpillar. I'm wondering what the money raised from International Day is going towards, because if it's just going to fund more needless construction on the grounds instead of going to a charity, I'm keeping the money. Besides, the International Caterpillar of Doom has no official affiliations anyway, so I can do what I like with it and its proceeds.
I keep having Watchmen dreams, only they're always dreams within dreams (too much Shakespeare I think - all the play-within-a-play stuff is starting to get to me) or dreams about dreams. I'm slowly watching the playcount on the soundtrack going up; soon my top 25 will be overrun and all the other soundtracks will be shaking in their boots (except TDK; always #1).
My friendships keep getting stranger. I give up on an ex-friend, they come back. I try and solidify a friendship, it backfires. Maybe I shouldn't try so hard, I don't know. All I know is that one by one I am converting my friends to the Watchmen brilliance, and than my copy of the graphic novel is going through at least 7 other people before I can hold it in my hands again. :( I wish I hand't promised to lend it to everyone. I want - need - to reread it. I guess it can't be helped. I'll just yell at everyone to read faster or I'll drop them down an elevator shaft.
Ugh, back to art. I swear to god, after this I'm going to kill the next person who utters the words "lockheed lounge" or "blob architecture".