( Not-Quite-Spoilers for 5.02 )I need to finish this close reading. My room is in need of a good vacuuming, I have two episodes of Glee to catch up on, one of Gossip Girl don't judge me and, on top of all that, I really want to rewatch A Very Supernatural Christmas, y'know, to pour salt in the wound.

Anytime the world seems more than content to pee in my cheerios, I turn to this video to find strength.

Enjoy. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rL37snqMJx8

To Do List:

Update regularly
Stop drinking soda
Stay (as) on top of readings (as humanly possible)
Save money-->May mean not purchasing S4 of Supernatural right away.
POSITIVE OUTLOOK
Watch Dollhouse
Cut bangs

School starts tomorrow, new job started today and I have to find me a 2nd edition Norton Shakespeare that isn't ridiculously expensive. Oi.

I broke open my 5-year-old piggy bank (affectionately named Linda) today to get at her monied insides. It was tramatic (I was holding my father's hammer over her side and apologizing to the point where my little brother stepped in, all eye-rolls and sighs, "Just go away.").

Oh Linda, if I'd known you only had 63 dollars in you I wouldn't have bothered.

There are only eight days to go until the HBP comes out (the other day, when we took my little bro to see Transformers 2--Jesus Christ on a buttery cracker I want those two and a half hours back!--we bought our tickets for the midnight show, which is a first for me). I'm so ridiculously excited. Unreasonably so, as my sister likes to point out, since the HBP wasn't a book I was overly crazy about as far as the series as a whole is concerned, the PoA being my favorite. Still, there's something about Potter that just makes me giddy y'know? Like a Christmas present you already knew you were getting but OMG!YAY its finally here and I get to play with it! 

I just sat through the second half of Harold and Kumar: Escape From Guantanamo Bay out of love for Neil Patrick Harris and Danneel Harris. Seeing as it was after NPH exits the film, it was mostly for Danneel Harris. My brain refuses to connect Harold and Kumar to my love for Sulu or Kutner, despite the geek!squee that is that poem Kumar recites at  the end.

Sigh.
 

My brother's calling me a Christmas tree as an insult. Clearly Teh Crazy runs in the family.

Title: Assume No Clue
Author: </a></font></b></a>ellerigbeeFandom: How I Met Your Mother
Rating: PG-13
Length: 3,015
Summary: Nothing good happens at the mall. Future Fic 
Warnings: Drinking
Spoilers: Set after the Leap
Pairings/characters: Robin/Barney, Lily
Notes: This story kind of took on a life of its own 800 words in. I apologize in advance.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, own sue.

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After an entire semester of never spending a single night here, I now have a front row seat to my roommate and her boyfriend discussing the human condition.

I'm not sure how to feel about this. Mostly, I'm sleepy but I think turning off the lights right now would be rude.

Man, I want to see Star Trek again. Karl Urban was just too awesome as Bones. Also: Scotty. Also-also: FENCING.

On another note: I hate Wordsworth, I hate finals and I hate loft beds. In that order.

And I'm here. Not sleeping. I think this is Wordsworth haunting me from the grave for implying I hated his face.

I know I don't usually post anything here but since it's four in the morning, I figured, why the hell not? I've got class at nine thirty and have decided there's no point in getting a couple bad hours of sleep that will leave me feeling worse off come alarm time. Though this choice will probably result in afternoon time nappage in the library when I'm supposed to be working. Sigh. Such is life.

I know the winter months get a lot of people down. I've never really been one of those people. I love winter, I love the rain and the cold and the how the air smells on those really bright mornings with the really cold wind. I just love it. But recent months have witnessed my developing a less than chipper attitude towards everything really. I'm not trying to say I'm normally a perky person--I'm actually rather quiet and withdrawn in most public settings--but recently, its just, I'm actively not happy. I don't know if I'm depressed (I'm Mexican. Mexicans don't do depression like they don't do stress...Life doesn't have time for either), but I just know I'm not happy.

Basically, I'm 19 and I feel completely useless. I think part of it is due to my less than graceful transition into college. I went to a small urban public school, which wasn't the best by any means, but I guess I was used to having people I knew around me and these past few months have really brought to light how introverted I am and how much of it is really because I don't want to have to go through the motions of getting to know other people as much as its about the fact that I'm terminally shy. Not to mention that in my more depressing moments I just don't want to be here at all because it feels like there's nothing left for me to actually learn for myself, y'know? It just feels like I'm here to soak up other people's opinions on things without making anything out of it besides what will get me the grade to pass the course and I hate how that makes me feel about everything (its stupid, how much work you put into getting into college and then...nothing). And while I'm pretty sure the intensity of what I'm feeling right now is the result of my out of whack hormones due to my monthly bout of extra crazies, it isn't so much of a difference from what I've been feeling even without the extra (the only real difference if that I'm experience a heightened desire to cry. Out of anger or fear or frustration. Anything. Everything. Guh). My sister, who' s an alumi from this very institution, insists I would feel better if I made friends here ( all my friends went to local community colleges or vocational schools and while we keep in touch, I don't get to see them much), but she has no understanding of what its like to have no social skills whatsoever, but more than that, to not really care enough to try and develop some.

I'm sorry for the whiny emo babbling. Blame it on the hour.

Okay, I loved Denny the first time he came round. I loved when he was haunting the hospital on the metaphysical plane and was like sharing space with Izzie prior to the character assination that was Grizzie.

And now I'm sitting here watching my first episode of Grey's since like 2006 and he's haunting Izzie outright? Why the hell can't John Winchester come around and haunt his kids? You know, Dean was just in Hell, surely his Daddy Issues would have secured some kind of John related trauma in his brain pan. Or maybe, a WeeChester episode with John a la Something Wicked (and this is after considering the fact that I do not in fact like John most days).

I'm just saying--it's not like I miss Papa Winchester (hell at this point, I would be happy with a good old fashion salt and burn and Sam busting out Dad's Journal).

You know it's times like these (a.ka.: 3000 Twilight fan girls stage mini-riot at 5 a.m. in order to get wrist band in order to see Robert Pattinson, results in breaking someones nose) that I'm glad my favorite books are Lord of the Rings.

I'm going to fail STATS. That's it.

Title: Touch the Rainbow
Author: ellerigbeeFandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1547
Summary: They've had weird shit happen to them. A lot.
Warnings: Sailor talk, large doses of CRACK, in-fandom poking, random Kevin Smith love
Spoilers: None
Pairings/characters: Dean, Sam, Bobby
Notes: Everyone should go read Product Misplacement by CaffieneKitty over on Live Journal, because that’s really what got this ball rolling. Now, I'm gonna try to get my shit off FF.net and over to LJ. Lets call this a test run.  
Disclaimer: Don’t own, own sue, don’t even like Skittles—they’re made with pork jelly or something—and I don’t own the concept on which this fic is based, because well, that commercial was, quite frankly, f’ed up and sad