goddammit this cold can fuck right off already. i have no energy for anything when i'm like this, and the fact that our router is making the internet only work in five-minute blocks with fifteen-minute blocks of no signal in between, is not aiding my motivation to stick around and tag.

saw half blood prince tonight. thoughts and squee later. i adored it, not that that should be a shock to anyone.

better post this before the internet cuts out again. sonofabitch.

i just posted a whole bunch of HP icons over at sinistrata, as well as some birthday presents for linaeloisetook! :D HAPPY BIRTHDAY WHEEZIE!!!

in other news, WHO THE FUCK GETS POISON IVY IN OCTOBER. APPARENTLY ME. as if it weren't enough that i had that horrible case of it over the summer, first case i've had in like four years thanksverymuch, now i have to get it AGAIN when it's SOCK AND CLOSETOESHOE WEATHER.

wtf.


ETA MOTHERFUCKERS THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS : okay so oimizza and douxquemiel will remember the HILARIOUS thing we started watching back in july-- a little alternate soundtrack to the first HP movie which i have since learned is called 'wizard people, dear reader' -- WELL. having always meant to do some icons from this amazing slice of comedic gold, i am glad to discover that someone else has done so already. not many, just 16, but homg hilarity. it's totally inspired me to possibly actually do a set of my own.

i am a beautiful animal, bitches.

first, an icon dump. sex and the city - bsg & stock images of angel statues - amy winehouse.

second, a revelation. it really is all about the networking. my aunt knows a woman who is a mt. holyoke alum and is the manager of the noho branch of northwestern mutual. and despite the fact that i know fuck-all about financial consulting or anything to do with that field at all, she wants to sit down with me and talk about possibly getting me a job. and despite that financial consulting has fuck-all to do with creative writing or anything even remotely resembling what i went to school for (in fact, it has all to do with things i tried expressly to *avoid* at school) i find myself intrigued and excited at the prospect. so yes.... keep fingers crossed on that.

third, a revelation which is not so much a revelation as a statement of the obvious which i have forgotten over the past few years. poison ivy sucks big hairy donkey balls. i am covered in the stuff from the knees down, with some splotches on the outsides of my thighs and a huge patch on the inside of my left forearm, which is really the bitch b/c it means i can't lean on anything or hold my arm at my side for fear of the anti-itch stuff i'm slathered in rubbing off on my clothes. also, because i'm me, this lovely disease is accompanied by a perpetual feeling of running a fever. motherfucker, this is NOT what i've been missing out of the past two summers. x_______x;;;;;

however, this did occasion last night for lindsay to pamper the hell out of me-- we went to whole foods where she bought me this internal homeopathic poison ivy remedy (which has actually been working pretty well) and stuff to make dinner with, good veggie burgers and fancy goat cheese with pesto and a fruit tart for dessert... we started watching 'escape from alcatraz' which is so fucking cool, i can't believe i've never seen it before. makes me love the shawshank redemption and prison break even more than i already did. :) and tonight we went to butterfly, this new chinese/japanese restaurant about a two minute walk from my house, and it was *excellent*. i haven't had veggie tempura this good since i was in california, and man, did i miss it. i'm so stuffed. :x

and my dad is visiting tomorrow. i wish i didn't have mixed feelings about this. i wish i could just be excited to see him. but unfortunately he's done his part lately in proving he's completely unreliable where anything that's truly important to me is concerned, so it's a little hard to be psyched to see him. it will be nice to get rid of his two-years-ago christmas present which i FINALLY re-discovered where it was. >>;;;;;;

ALSO OOTP WAS AWESOME. i loved it, essentially without reservation, and though i'm sad at bits that were cut, i really really loved what was there. i'm not going to dissect it, but i adored it, and am sitting down to reread ootp and hbp before the release on friday. :)

so that's about all. i've spent most of the past two days either working or lying in lindsay's bed inert and giving myself a headache with the effort i'm expending not itching myself to death. i feel like aerin after the surka incident. n__n;;;;

ciao, bellas. ♥

a;litjawoijlkgjdhafnjkweel;ks;okdja.

like tarie said, this one feels so different than the others. and i LOVED GoF. that and OotP are my favorites of the books, so i'm even more excited for this than i was for that, and i really do kind of feel like my head is going to explode if i think about it too much. it's going to be so overwhelming... but in the best possible way. :D i cannot WAIT for the DA and the order.

and please god do not have cast sinistra as old or ugly. n__n;;;;

oh, and also, elicia8 drew the cast of house as the characters from CLUE. it's very well done, and pretty funny. unfortunately there is no vogler-as-tim-curry-the-butler, but what are you gonna do. ;)

i finished my card for hp_tarot_deck and i finished it ON FUCKING TIME. everybody be amazed, now. :) well here it is, the nine of swords, version : prof sinistra. i have the larger version but photobucket for some reason won't let me upload it without resizing it, so i'm going to have to wait and see if i can fix that.... anyway. it's not perfect, it's not even really that good, but i had *so* much fun doing it. i forgot how much i love my coloured pencils; putting the colours together to shadow and highlight, overlaying and crosshatching and all that... i love the telescope best, i think, though i am rather proud of her hair as well.

also....... i had something else to say, and i forgot what it was. dammit.

when mondays attack. gragh.


four days till i get on the plane. i need to stop faffing around the house and actually pack. yeesh. now, i know when suzi swears it's cold out there that she's lying ;) but i'm paranoid and so i know i'm going to end up bringing a sweater and a sweatshirt as well as my velvet jacket [which i need to get something else to close it with, the hooks and eyes have all ripped off and i'm quite annoyed], and i'm just not going to need them. and of course there's the customary 9238724869734987 shirts to go with my 4 pairs of pants, 3 pairs of shorts and 294857 skirts..... yeah. i overpack. linaeloisetook feels my pain, i know. XD

this icon is for rinlage in memory of one year ago, the secret valentines craziness that was going on on ninesickles. we were good, y0. *highfives* i still need to make myself a beckham!prewetts icon.... my icons need revamping a little, as does my userinfo. oh, my to-do list never ends......


ps. anyone who can figure out how to make douxquemiel's computer take screencaps so she can cap S2 of the west wing for me gets a gold star. XD

right, so. this is only about four months late. but better late than never, yeah? :)

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also.

pimping hp_tarot_deck because it's the SHIZZLE. other comms like this have been started and abandoned several times in my memory, but dracopottamus seems dedicated as hell, and so hopefully it will follow through.

a few things on the fangirl front.

i never thought i would say this. but ian somerhalder is my boyfriend. zomg, the boy is HOT. just LOOK at that icon. he's BEAUTIFUL. i understand why people use him as sirius [and i won't get into my hatred of mainstream actors as HP avatars, you've probably all heard it already]. gnaaaahhh his eyes are incredible. josh holloway isn't half bad either; he's more my actorly type, i think, though i acknowledge that half the reason i enjoy him is b/c he reminds me of perfectmurder!viggo. i really love his character on lost though, more than i love him; i'm always drawn to the asshole types, and he really takes the cake. i can't wait to catch up on season 2 and see what else we find out about him.

also fangirly, an elaboration on my second viewing of GoF:
i fucking. love. cedric. diggory. and NOT because i'm like zomg robert pattinson let me have your children. i remember when GoF was first published -- i was a junior in high school, i'd just finished books 1-3, and i was soooo hooked. i had a 10 minute break at starbucks the day it came out, during which i jogged to barnes & noble in the rain, bought it, and jogged back. me. jogged. for harry potter. please take a moment to reflect on my obsession, even before i knew fandom existed. anyway, i sat up and read the entire thing that night, and i have this crystal clear image of me lying on my bed sobbing my eyes out as i read the end. i was, like, distraught. it wasn't on. i hadn't cried at a book like that since the previous time i'd read little women [shuddup, beth dying always makes me weep] and i was shocked to feel this much about one of these books. it was really GoF that made me a hardcore fan of the series, i think, and i will always remember it as being this brain-altering book for me. so seeing the movie again, it hit me all over how intense and involved it is, and seeing cedric on-screen larger than life is so poignant -- the director is just brilliant, he spends the whole movie showing you how full of life cedric is, how bright and happy and good and alive, and then in two seconds without any preparation or forewarning he just takes it all away. in the graveyard scene i didn't cry right away like the first time. i started to cry when voldemort put his foot on cedric's face.

and interestingly, i started to bawl when voldie mentioned "dear sweet lily potter". i don't know why. i suppose if fandom took away my ability to enjoy the HP series without analyzing it to death, it compensated by giving me this pure and undying love for the idea of the older generation of characters, the potters and the prewetts and the longbottoms and the whole culture of what-they-were-once, of what-they-might-have-been. i fucking lost it when the potters came out of voldie's wand, both times, and i'm really not clear why it's so gut-wrenching to me. but it is. it'll be the same to me in the 5th movie; i'll bet you now twenty bucks i cry during snape's worst memory.

though probably for a different reason than linaeloisetook will cry. :D

alright. i'm off to actually do some writing, finish watching two towers [woot tv] and maybe do some other productive shit. i hope everyone's having a fun friday night -- oh and geek squad, if you did go see serenity in hartford tonight, someone call me tomorrow so we can talk about it. XD

goodnight.

OH PS - 72 lost icons up here, plz. to be checking out. XD

good weekend overall. yes, it is 4:30 am and yes i am still awake. i am a good and loyal friend and i stay up with my friends when they have assloads of work to do.

i'm also trying to convince myself i haven't totally lost my ability to be young and stupid. but anyone who knows me probably already knows that ability isn't about to leave me anytime soon.


i'm exhausted in many ways, not just physically though i am going to hit the hay as soon as this post is done. life is taxing sometimes -- leaving my solitude and remembering how to be a functioning part of a group is difficult. difficult, but oh so worth it. i've had such good times every time i've visited mhc since coming home, and this time is no exception. i always feel succored when i'm here, supported, although it's certainly not all pleasant and nice, it's easier to deal with those things because of the people i have around me.

i'm totally getting sick again though. my throat and lungs are in agony, and i don't need anyone else to tell me that the chain-smoking i've been doing since i got here isn't making things any better. this morning when i woke up i couldn't talk. my rook is infected, too, and i've been soaking it in chamomile but it's still gross and i don't want to deal with it.

thanksgiving is always a favorite holiday for me. it's like a less-stress version of christmas for my family, with all the good cooking and lazing about and watching tv that we get to do in december minus the omg-late-for-travels and wtf-do-we-give-for-gifts shit. it's also the advent of winter and everything i love about the season, first snows and christmas carols and, for me this year, figuring out wtf to do for yule/solstice... my house transforms in the few weeks before christmas; the electric candles go in all the windows, garlands and lights appear, candles burn brighter and more often, the tree goes up and the sounds of familiar instrumental carols (albums i've known since childhood) are always on the air. christmas cookies get planned and made, there's holiday rum punch sometimes [[and i will be posting recipes to f00dpr0n like crazy starting this weekend]] and it generally feels more like home than home does any other month of the year. advent is really my favorite season.

i remember a post linaeloisetook made last year about waking up to a foggy morning with the church bells playing christmas carols echoing down the street. the entirety of december feels like that for me -- mysterious, chill, with overtones of ominous joy. i love it.


"everything's going to change now, isn't it?"

it is. and i like it. my future is 99% tabula rasa; the only things i can count on remaining are my family and close friends. i love the feeling. it's scary, true. and i know i have regrets, things i wish i didn't have to turn away from, eras in my life i wish i could get back. but there is so much i have to look forward to... i just have to trust that things will keep balancing each other out.

i spent most of this afternoon reading stories in the new yorker and atlantic monthly. i'm serious about this making money off my writing thing. i need to find some magazines that would accept total amateur stories, and start getting published. stuff that would be stepping stones between me and the new yorker, you know? ^__^ i'm excited about it. and about my book -- i wrote an entire chapter chunk the other day that came out of nowhere and just hit me and said 'write me now' -- it was exhilarating, it was a rush and i just went with it and it worked, and i managed to tie in bits of things i'd written before too, which made it so much better... i can feel it, i'm really going somewhere with this, and i can't wait to see where it is that i'm headed.

hah. writing this made me not sleepy anymore. i probably ought to go, though, just so i'm not a complete zombie in the morning.

and for the record, i loved GoF. loved. i missed the infirmary scene, and them visiting sirius in the caves, and rita getting her comeuppance. but it was full of so many other good things -- i definitely need to see it several more times. i hope to get started on that this weekend. but yeah. i l o v e d it.

goodnight flist.

everyone who's seeing GoF right now can bite me.


and totally unrelated to that, sometimes i get so jealous of stupid things, seriously, it can't be good for me. i'm possessive, i know, but sometimes i just want things that aren't mine and can't be mine and it makes me see red to know that other people have them.


i'm gonna go watch lost now, and see what all the fuss is about.

curiouser and curiouser...


bored today. half my narnia abc_icons done. they're coming out awesome, which is flattering, and i made some brushes to help speed them along which is good too. AND in other photoshop news linaeloisetook made me this sexy sexy inara wallpaper - go check her journal for it, it's awesome.

socks not today. maybe tomorrow. and hot hot heat on wednesday night! that makes me more happy than just about anything... GoF on friday, yeah, but it hasn't sunk in yet at all. i still think nov.18 is months away.

icons i need to make myself:
-gay cowboys
-hot hot heat
-jack fairy
-angels in america
-another franz