posted by
kalpurna at 04:52am on 12/09/2006
I am packing, and my brain is a scattered nest of fluff punctuated by mushy bits, so you will have to bear with my disjointedness. It is five in the morning! Why am I not asleep yet? A question for the ages.
This is pretty much my new favorite disclaimer: NC-17 for m/m sexual slash mature adult content. I guess she, uh, she wanted to cover all her bases there. The same summary contains these warnings: "humor, oral, anal, rimming." Ahahaha. I cannot wait to read it. Oh, Harry Potter fandom, I love you so. ♥
I just, I cannot TELL YOU how excited I am about this. OH MAN. There is no possible way this news could have made me happier. Oh my God. Oh my GOD. Maybe I'd be more excited if, like, Neil Gaiman and Joss Whedon were coming in as creative consultants, but I do not even know. In conclusion: !!!
After watching more Slings and Arrows, I have decided that not only would I blow Paul Gross, but I would do it anytime, anywhere. In public, even. Paul: call me.
Other people who should call me: Ray Kowalski, Rodney McKay, and Aaron Sorkin. In between PACKING FRANTICALLY LIKE A MADWOMAN for college, I have managed to watch Mountie and Soul, McKay and Mrs. Miller, and the pilot of Studio 60. Guys. For real. My number's in the phone book. You are all hotter than sin and/or adorable and/or brilliantly talented. I am in awe, and also somewhat turned on.
SPEAKING of packing f. like an m. for c., I am now convinced that I own more stuff than any human being should, and that I should probably sell all my crap and move to the Andes. My mother is fixated on the idea that I'm literally not going to be able to fit it in my dorm room. I refuse to admit that I am even a little bit worried about this. Poppycock! I have a closet and a bookshelf! Everything will be just fine. There probably aren't any laws in Chicago about burning your worldly possessions, are there? It is in the wild midwest, right? I limited myself to one box of books and DVDs! And only six boxes of clothes, plus my skirts on hangers. And a box of shoes. OH GOD.
This is pretty much my new favorite disclaimer: NC-17 for m/m sexual slash mature adult content. I guess she, uh, she wanted to cover all her bases there. The same summary contains these warnings: "humor, oral, anal, rimming." Ahahaha. I cannot wait to read it. Oh, Harry Potter fandom, I love you so. ♥
I just, I cannot TELL YOU how excited I am about this. OH MAN. There is no possible way this news could have made me happier. Oh my God. Oh my GOD. Maybe I'd be more excited if, like, Neil Gaiman and Joss Whedon were coming in as creative consultants, but I do not even know. In conclusion: !!!
After watching more Slings and Arrows, I have decided that not only would I blow Paul Gross, but I would do it anytime, anywhere. In public, even. Paul: call me.
Other people who should call me: Ray Kowalski, Rodney McKay, and Aaron Sorkin. In between PACKING FRANTICALLY LIKE A MADWOMAN for college, I have managed to watch Mountie and Soul, McKay and Mrs. Miller, and the pilot of Studio 60. Guys. For real. My number's in the phone book. You are all hotter than sin and/or adorable and/or brilliantly talented. I am in awe, and also somewhat turned on.
SPEAKING of packing f. like an m. for c., I am now convinced that I own more stuff than any human being should, and that I should probably sell all my crap and move to the Andes. My mother is fixated on the idea that I'm literally not going to be able to fit it in my dorm room. I refuse to admit that I am even a little bit worried about this. Poppycock! I have a closet and a bookshelf! Everything will be just fine. There probably aren't any laws in Chicago about burning your worldly possessions, are there? It is in the wild midwest, right? I limited myself to one box of books and DVDs! And only six boxes of clothes, plus my skirts on hangers. And a box of shoes. OH GOD.
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This chapter was suppose to come out more dark and moody, but I guess this is what happens when I'm all high on watching Ouran High School Host Club and reading Nora Roberts/JD Robb books :| Also this chapter sucks, I'm not feeling so well and I've burned my right arm at work...so it smarts whenever I type :(
What makes this even better? It's for Housefic. AWESOME.
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Hi. Yeah.
But, oh, Paul. Anytime, anywhere, in public, covered in seaweed. Seriously. ANY FUCKING TIME. (Mmm. Paul Gross and fucking. That's...an image for the ages, really.)
And Ray Kowalski. 555-Mark, Call me. You know? Oh, Ray. ♥
I'm erally excited about Studio 60. My love for Aaron Sorkin is THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS big. *nods*
So. Yeah. Morning, sunshine. ;)
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And I hate you for having boxes. At the end of the year you can come buy and look at my DUFFLEBAG OF DOOOOOOOOM.
Hopefully the weather will turn not shitty soon, so you can see some Chicago in the sunshine.
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HEE. I have lots of boxes! My brother and his wife just moved down to Jersey last week, and we stole some of their boxes.
Yay! I am leaving TOMORROW! I am PACKED! This is so exciting.
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Well, if you're unable to fit everything in your room, won't your parents be able to take some things back with them? Or did I just ask a remarkably stupid question?
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No, no, you're totally right! Which is yet another reason why my parents shouldn't be flipping out over the amount of stuff I'm bringing. I think I'm just allowing their panic to infect me.
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Also, Paul Gross, having seen Slings and Arrows? Absolutely.
Good luck with the packing! I'm sure it will fit. Don't forget that precious under-the-bed storage space when making worried calculations.
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God, PAUL. *goes to watch more S&A*
That is an excellent point! I have those bed-riser thingies, too! It will be FINE.
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Of course, I totally forgot to pack my jacket *wins* and I think I'm missing a pair of my pajama pants. But, yeah. I'm one of 7 kids, so I don't own much. (plus, I have a single, which helps *pets scholarship*)
Have fun packing...
And totally with you on the whole paul gross + sex thing