we're kings among runaways

Happy Thanksgiving! And happy Thursday for anyone not in America! I love you f-list, and I am thankful for you!

I woke up this morning and made a cake, so I'm already considering this day a success, and when I finish eating it will probably fail to be a success any longer, at least concerning my stomach. I also baked two pumpkin pies and brownies. Fuck yeah, desserts.

My novel about zombies and sewers and teenagers is going okay! If by okay you mean 38K behind. I am so zen about this. So, so zen. I will just keep eating desserts until things start moving along.

I am being treated to "it's the CIIIIIIRCLE OF LIIIIIIIFE" by my brother. this is going to be a good day.

Today I have decided to post a bunch of videos that I love and that everyone should watch. This will definitely help me learn about the Puritans (who never have interesting illegitimate sex with anyone and the only people you can ship are Pocahontas and John Rolfe)!

( outside the cars are beeping just in your honour )

So I decided to post my fic from fandomcommerce, an HP gift exchange which is amazing and for which you should all sign up!

Title: Pictures of Lily
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Lily/James
Word Count: 1,457
Warnings: None
Author's Notes: Written for lillervillain

( and now my nights ain't quite so lonely )

The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed.
( our aspirations wrapped up in books )

Today is the beginning of the theater camp which I always think will be a good idea but which is actually full of frightening children. The first hour is all "You're so cute and semi-quiet. this will be a good group!" and the third hour is all "Higher Power, why have you deserted me?!" My friend who is also a counselor, says quite aptly that the campers are posterchildren for the abstinence movement, and thinks that the parents foisting them on us will keep us away from sex, forever and ever.

Anyways, f-list (how do you pronounce that? I always just go "FLIST" as in "flick" or "flippant"), what is up with you? Tell me things, like about your pet hamster's feeding habits or the really cool rock you found in the garden that might come from aliens! I will listen attentively. :D

SCHOOL IS OVER, THANK FUCK.

Oh my god, so much is happening, I'm going to CTD and rooming there for three weeks with people who are generally awesome, and I am going to make so many baked goods this week!

First of all: hello flist, I like boys and girls! I mean, I think it was pretty much implied for like, a year, but a week ago my friend showed up in my dream and then she was at the after school party and the conversation went like this:

Bevin: I'm officially bi!
Lena: *eye twitch*
*an hour passes*
Lena: ...guess my secret so I don't have to say it.
*pause*
Bevin: Do you have Bevin-like tendencies?

And so it went. So basically I have awesome friends who suggested that we hold a party with cakes in the shape of closets and general sexualization of the color purple. Somehow in a week it went from awkward being in the closet to "Look at all these pictures of hot girls that I have!" and me converting my friend to the Way of Bess Rogers and Jenny Owen Youngs. And marrying someone, but that's due to the fact that it's 1:30 in the morning.

Second of all: ( THE DECEMBERISTS CONCERT. )

Third of all: I swear to god, you guys, there is no good Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfic with Willow. Part of this is because I've only finished season three and don't read the Willow/Tara or Willow/Kennedy stuff, but even the spoilery stuff is trite or cheesy or just bad. If anyone has any recs, of any pairing or character, that would be lovely. Otherwise I'll be forced to start writing Willow/Buffy (Which I have heard referred to as Wiffy, which would make anyone physically recoil).

I have seen Star Trek three times. My brain is going to implode from all the hotness and plot twisting!

I love this game, you guys.

1) Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
2) Post this meme with your answers.
3) Provide pictures and the names of 3 people.
4) Label which you would marry, shag, and throw off a cliff.

mywholecry gave me Gareth David-Lloyd, Jenny Conlee, and Conor Oberst.

( You kill my entire soul with these questions. )

In other news, the Wizard of Oz went pretty fantastically, except for the fact that I got horribly sick the day before and couldn't do the first performance and could barely sing for the rest of them. But it was still a damn good play, because my Dorothy and Scarecrow and Lion kicked so much ass that they made up for my squeaking and unintentionally realistic voice-cracking.

I just realized I'm taking seven electives next year. During junior year. I'm going to probably pass out and die. at least there's summer.

I do not see why driver's ed requires so much sitting in a classroom watching videos about how we are going to die in a crash if we look away from the road for TWO SECONDS OMG!!1!! and it's only day one!

The Tin Man is so gay, you guys. I can't get over it. I put subtext in every play I'm ever in (the pirates in Peter Pan, especially) but the Tin Man actually bursts into tears every five seconds and is just...so gay. Everyone else agrees with this, which led to the following conversation:

JULIA: [Tin Man in the other cast] didn't put enough silver makeup around her eyes.
ME: Oh, I'll just bring some of my silver eyeshadow.
JULIA: Eyeshadow? I say it again, you are so gay.
ME: I didn't fall in love with a beautiful Munchkin maiden; I fell in love with a beautiful Munchkin drag queen.
JULIA: I love you.

We also get to talking about Oscar Wilde, as my friend learned many things about his numerous affairs while researching him.

KATIE: Wilde had sex with Percy Shelley!
ME: No!
KATIE: And he wrote a poem about blowing Bosie!
JULIA: Oh my god!
KATIE: And he had an affair with Walt Whitman!
ALL: WALT WHITMAN!
JULIA: Wilde was a total slut.
KATIE: He must have been, like "Are you a writer? *eyebrowraise* I like writers."
ME: "Are you a prostitute? *eyebrow raise* I like prostitutes."

I love my friends.

And I'm totally going to stay calm that the play is in four days. Totally, epically calm.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HANNUKAH, HAPPY BOXING DAY, HAPPY SOLSTICE, MERRY KWANZAA.

I have approximately two seconds left before my mum and aunt turn off the lights, and I wanted to wish holiday cheer and all those things before the season is over and I can't get back onto livejournal.

also I got mendhi today (beautiful hand art, from this twenty year guy on the street) and I will post some pictures later, if i can. My hands are all bright orange and smell of herbs and things.

Additionally, an Indian man in a Santa suit coming up behind me and said 'Happy Christmas!" in this adorable Indian accent, completely freaking me out.

there is going to be such a hardcore picspam when I get back.

So, uh, guess what.

I'M LEAVING FOR INDIA TOMORROW NIGHT FOR THREE WEEKS. :D I'll be missing Christmas and New Year's, which is new and kind of scary.

I have already taken my algebra exam because I'll be gone for exam review week (oh god, Dante's Inferno will have my head) and I'm taking spanish tomorrow and it's going to be EPIC. I'm basically flying through school, coming home, eating and going to the airport and zooming away.

I'm going with my mum, my brother, both my grandparents, and quite possibly some other person? I'm wondering how long it will take for me to start wanting to kill them all. We had my dad's side of the family over today, and they were all "SO ARE YOU GOING TO BE IN MUMBAI OR WHAT." Way to be tactful and not totally freak me out even more. (We're not going to that area, by the way, more like South India where nothing happens.) And then they started talking about air guns and the 63927493 deer that live in our backyard. Family.

The plane ride should be good for looking over my NaNoWriMo novel. *gulp* OH, AND DID I MENTION MY MOTHER READ IT. Yes. My mother. Without my permission. Admittedly she is cool, but it was HORRIBLY BAD and it had slashy subtext and a horrible, horrible pseudo-sex scene and, oh, it was horribly bad. And now she's like 'I WANT TO READ THE END" and I am saying, no, no, no. Also FANDOM COMMERCE. Secret Santas eat my brain.

Also, to those who requested knitted Tardises; I have them ready! Really I do. I'm not going to be able to send them until January though, because I procrastinated like I always do. (Also, the people at the post office really do not like me for some reason.) THEY WILL BE COMING.

WIN!

I am so happy, I screamed and accidentally spilled apple cider on my face (yeah, I don't know) and ran around the house screaming! Unfortunately my story is not over but, fuck, I am so happy right now. i'm going to be the most obnoxious person ever for the next YEAR. !!!

Hoping this graphic works because although I AM A WINNER officially, the little widget says I am merely a participant! Curses!

*throws confetti* *also cannot find out how to make words glitter*

And I have been multitasking and I finished the christmas tree and lights today. I am probably going to pass out at nine o clock.

today when I figured the amount of words I needed to get to 26,667, the calculator proudly displayed "666". It is these little things that make me so gorgeously happy. :D

wow, long time, no post. Basically I am procrastinating for NaNoWriMo, but not too badly, since I have about...5,000 words to do today? (I am trying not to let this panic me.) I don't know why things are dropping off after I set the narrator's apartment on fire...

We have the last performance of our fall play today, Honk! in which I am sort of...the lead? :) It's based on the Ugly Duckling, and I'm going to be happy and sad that it's over; for one thing, last performances of things make me sad, but this play is TOO CHEESY and the main character is annoying beyond belief.

I'm leaving for India in four weeks, so I've been taking typhoid pills and having random shots. It's exciting but totally SCARY, you know, because I'll be gone for three weeks, over Christmas and New Years, which is something I've never been abroad for.

On a final, schoolish note, ever since I took the PSAT and the PLAN, where I ever so foolishly gave out my email address, I have been getting SPAM LETTERS from universities. They're all "we have evaluated your greatness for our school!" and "take our amazing quiz!" I don't know whether this means I did well on the tests or whether they just like to Spam.

Five things to say.

1. Sophomore year could not be more mind numbing. English, World History, and Music Theory are pretty good. However, they do not cancel out the awfulness of Algebra II, Spanish II, Chemistry, and Philosophy.

2. I AM GOING TO SEE NEIL GAIMAN NEXT THURSDAY! He's going to be reading from the Graveyard Book and we will get signed books and I might just explode with excitement.

3. Re: Knitted Tardises. I have one more to go, and some details left on the other two. I still need addresses from hy_perion (have no fear, I will find some way to ship it!) and supremecute (your email didn't go through...). Again, my email is wildelyamusing@gmail.com.

4. Sandman. Just, Sandman. I can't even express how amazing the whole thing is. Immortals! Vignettes! Genealogy! Ravens! I'm on volume nine, and I am not ready for it to end. :(

5. I am building up a book list that is slowly become a monstrosity. Anyone have any good recommendations?

P.S. I finally moved all my music from my old computer, and am replaying Picaresque obsessively. Mmm, Decemberists.

The pictures you've all been waiting for! Knitted Tardis!

( insert relevant witty Doctor Who quote here )

Creative Writing Camp is awesome and it makes me write stories about zombies, but it takes me away from Rook/Thom. Come on, guys. Slash fanfiction is really important.

For any Doctor Who and Torchwood fans who are not reading sam_storyteller right now, I highly reccommend Second City Torchwood and the Doctor Who he's doing. It's set in Chicago (woot!) and generally blows your mind.

HEY YOU KNOW HOW I HAVEN'T POSTED IN LIKE A MONTH?

Well, now that's changed! Yay. I am actually just entering the most busy part of the summer which is CTD a.k.a. NERD CAMP! I'm in creative writing...again. Today was pretty cool because we just painted some stuff and made journals and read. But then again, choir was tonight so HERE I AM at eleven nineteen almost finished with my two pages of nonfiction prose. Which is totally cool, but, you know, my life is not really all that exciting for two whole pages on ONE MOMENT. I'm writing about "My Life as a Theatre Camp Counselor of Evil Five Year Olds" which basically sums up what the LJ post would have been for the past two weeks. (We did Aristocats. It was sacrilege. Oh, Disney.)

I have seen Wall-E twice now and all I can listen to is the SONG from the beginning from "Hello, Dolly!" that is amazing and on endless loop. Also I do not care about the humans, only about the adorable robots (meaning ALL OF THEM were SO CUTE).

*points to icon* HAVEMERCY. tell me what you think. Also I think I need to write Rook/Thom but I think that would be a foolhardy promise to make but ommmmmnomnom it is so good.

Off to finish page!

P.S. Oh yeah, I am knitting a TARDIS! Pics to come!

I WON THEORY BOWL. MOO HA HA HA. I seriously thought I was going to get eliminated first round, but by some crazy miracle, our team won! And we got ( these nifty mirrors as well. )
I am much too proud of this, and way too prideful, but I DON'T CARE I WON THEORY BOWL JLKAS;DLFKHIUWQRLD HOORAY.

1. It is going to be so hectic going back to choir. They want me to come back for fall session, and I want to tell them "NO", but then they keep wheedling at me. Must improve ability to say no.

2. Theory Bowl! Relative major of A minor! C major! Nonharmonic tones are escape, passing, changing, etc! Half Cadence, Five-One!

I love Music Theory.

3. What is even happening this summer? I have no idea what I'm doing or when, but I know that it's a LOT.

4. All of our teachers from this year are leaving. Literally, all of them except for Geometry. This is worrying.

5. The combination of Doctor Who+ Swing Kids+ the House season finale= my brain exploded.

P.S. (Yes, I cheat.) The Peter Pan DVD is coming out soon! I'll try to rip some footage of me being a pirate.

oh my god IT'S HERE IT'S HERE IT'S HERE OMG SHOEBOX.

AND AS SOON AS I AM DOWN FROM THIS HIGH EVERYONE NEEDS TO TALK TO ME ABOUT HOUSE BECAUSE WILSON? OMG CRYING SO MUCH NEXT WEEK.

WHERE ARE MY SHOEBOX ICONNSSSSS?????/

I NEED TO BE CONVINCED THAT BUYING TORCHWOOD OFF OF ITUNES IS A BAD IDEA.

Cons: Because then I will never participate in society ever again or my Super Secret Slasher Status will be revealed through all the Jack/Ianto.

Pros:...God, it's SO SHINY. damn.

Also, sore throat, I hate you. You cannot ruin my voice TODAY because today I have to actually sing and I have a solo and you are ruining everything. Gaaah.

P.S. I think I have to marry the Decemberists, because they are just too fantastic. That or the Shins. *puts their albums on repeat*