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I'm supposed to spending some of my free time writing Part 3 of my angsty ass Danish S3 fanfic All The White Horses but I haven't really been doing that. To be perfectly honest I've written eleven pages of the first scene and that's it. I know, dude. I don't know what's up with me. I'm going to force my ass to sit down at the computer tonight and write at least the first two scenes. I want to have the first three scenes done by tonight but I'm forcing myself to write at minimum the first two. I think I'm employ a crunch minimum writing time of Monday night at the very latest to be done. I'm going to shoot for Sunday night though.
It's not like I've lost the drive to write the fic. I WANT to write the fic because I know damn well that IC isn't going to write the cancer storyline the way I and many other Danish fans would like to see it. And that's fine, you know? It's her show and she should do with it what she wants. I'm not really irked or bitter because that's not in my nature. If something I don't like happens in a show or movie or whatever I like I tend to be minimally annoyed then I get over it and fixate on something else nerdy. Like Rollergirls. lol. I'll get to them later though.
Okay, what I said above is not entirely true. I've lost a little drive but not because of a lack of support for Danish. Honestly, Alice's crazy behavior is wearing on me a lot. I really can't stand the fact that before when I saw Alice coming on screen in S1 and S2 I would have an instinctive nerdy moment of glee where I was like, "Yay! Alice!" Now I see her coming in S3 and I'm like grimly thinking and crossing my fingers, "Oh please don't act crazy."
It sucks ass to not be totally happy to see your favorite character come on screen, you know? That's why I think I'm dragging my feet on ATWH. But I will finish it if only for my super fabulous Helacious sequel fic Keep The Memories. I know, I know… it's lame Helacious sequel has me inspired to keep going on the current fic. But whatever. I lack inspiration. Except the bitchy kind. And yes, yes, I remain a slave to it. Mwuhahahaaaaaaaa to quote Miss Conduct.
So my new favorite show is Rollergirls on A&E which I already raved about and linked here and it's fucking official my favorite team on my new favorite show is in fact the Holy Rollers. I can't help it, they're just so fucking cute together and Sister Mary Jane and Miss Conduct are tied for hottest kick ass chicks in the league. What made me really love the Holy Rollers and those two ladies is the second episode in the series where the Holy Rollers have a bout against the Hellcats which they have a HUGE lead in the first half but come close to losing in the second. At the very end the Holy Rollers beat the Hellcats by twelve points. Which is fucking good because the whole damn episode the fucking training chick for the Hellcats, Catalac, is talking shit saying she's going to dry hump Sister Mary Jane and make her cry and they'll kick their ass blah blah blah. It was very satisfying to see her shut up when they lost. Plus I find their hot pink outfits annoying as fuck and well… okay, I don't like the Hellcats. lol. But the reason I love Sister Mary Jane and Miss Conduct so much, besides the fact they're kick ass Jammers who are really great to watch on and off the track, is how the episode ended. The Holy Rollers are now in the lead and they're talking about how Lunatic, league veteran and a Hellcat Jammer, must be burning because the Hellcats were in the lead until a few seconds ago and now they're losing again. Then Sister Mary Jane points at Lunatic on the track glaring at them and Miss Conduct bursts into evil delighted laughter at the dirty look they're getting from Lunatic and blows a kiss to her while laughing all cute but sinister gloating. It's just a fucking glorious moment and I made it my avatar.
For those curious about Lunatic's reaction, she attempts to point at them threateningly.
The latter part of my entry is a cute Michi moment, I know, my god, I've not been relaying those to you but you know what the story on that is? I'm fucking whipped and I do what my women want and my woman doesn't want me typing her cute stories here. Hah. Lame, right? At least I admit my lameness and embrace it like it's a fucking fuzzy Mr. Roger sweater jacket. Okay. So this is a cute Michi moment that I relayed to Sulky last night when I had fucking major insomnia which my girlfriend shared and decided to whap at me and tell me a story out of nowhere.
I have three iPods now and I don't feel like relaying how I got a 60 gig one. It was a freakish present from one of my ex-girlfriends in California and that is that. But now I have three iPods and one is 60 gigs and since it's 60 gigs it has tons of fucking music on it and I let Michi borrow any of my iPods she wants so she can listen to music when she's working at school. She was in her department working on some project that I could explain to you here but it gives me a headache when I think about fucking typing about it so I'm not. Deal. Yes, cry big ass crocodile tears that you can't hear about my super smart girlfriend's international economics graduate student goings on. Your spirit is crushed.
Here, check this out. I give you a kit kat. Get over it.
Anyway! She borrowed my 60 gig iPod so she and her colleagues could listen to some music while working on their project and they were "grooving on this song", I'm quoting because those are Michi's exact words, and then they were horrified to discover that it was a song by Ashlee Simpson. What's funny is when Michi told me all this it was four in the morning and she said it out nowhere and was all angry at me. lol. She was working probably on that same project and I was busily typing away to Sulky and avoiding writing ATWH because of the reasons or lack thereof mentioned above and she goes, "I love you but I hate you sometimes. I put your 60 gig iPod on shuffle today and our department was grooving on this song and then we looked and saw it was Ashlee Simpson. Why do you have Ashlee Simpson on your iPod? Look at you. It's wrong."
I know the outraged don't stereotype me activist dyke in me should be all huffy and like, "Just because I like to wear Doc Martens and Birkenstocks and I don't own a skirt and 90% of my shirts are ringer t-shirts with joke sayings on them doesn't mean that I can't like bad bubblegum pop!" But instead I snickered and sort of doted on Michi for saying that because I found it cute and I have a sad weakness for the cuteness in women. It's a thing. You want to get me to do evil things? Be cute and be a woman. That's it. Not that it takes a lot to make me want to do evil things. It's pretty much programmed into me. If you want to hear the song that Michi and the rest of the International Economics graduate students were accidentally grooving on here it is…
L.O.V.E. by Ashlee Simpson: http://s50.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0H0XB3R915RWR18I56QX2Z1BJU
It's not like I've lost the drive to write the fic. I WANT to write the fic because I know damn well that IC isn't going to write the cancer storyline the way I and many other Danish fans would like to see it. And that's fine, you know? It's her show and she should do with it what she wants. I'm not really irked or bitter because that's not in my nature. If something I don't like happens in a show or movie or whatever I like I tend to be minimally annoyed then I get over it and fixate on something else nerdy. Like Rollergirls. lol. I'll get to them later though.
Okay, what I said above is not entirely true. I've lost a little drive but not because of a lack of support for Danish. Honestly, Alice's crazy behavior is wearing on me a lot. I really can't stand the fact that before when I saw Alice coming on screen in S1 and S2 I would have an instinctive nerdy moment of glee where I was like, "Yay! Alice!" Now I see her coming in S3 and I'm like grimly thinking and crossing my fingers, "Oh please don't act crazy."
It sucks ass to not be totally happy to see your favorite character come on screen, you know? That's why I think I'm dragging my feet on ATWH. But I will finish it if only for my super fabulous Helacious sequel fic Keep The Memories. I know, I know… it's lame Helacious sequel has me inspired to keep going on the current fic. But whatever. I lack inspiration. Except the bitchy kind. And yes, yes, I remain a slave to it. Mwuhahahaaaaaaaa to quote Miss Conduct.
So my new favorite show is Rollergirls on A&E which I already raved about and linked here and it's fucking official my favorite team on my new favorite show is in fact the Holy Rollers. I can't help it, they're just so fucking cute together and Sister Mary Jane and Miss Conduct are tied for hottest kick ass chicks in the league. What made me really love the Holy Rollers and those two ladies is the second episode in the series where the Holy Rollers have a bout against the Hellcats which they have a HUGE lead in the first half but come close to losing in the second. At the very end the Holy Rollers beat the Hellcats by twelve points. Which is fucking good because the whole damn episode the fucking training chick for the Hellcats, Catalac, is talking shit saying she's going to dry hump Sister Mary Jane and make her cry and they'll kick their ass blah blah blah. It was very satisfying to see her shut up when they lost. Plus I find their hot pink outfits annoying as fuck and well… okay, I don't like the Hellcats. lol. But the reason I love Sister Mary Jane and Miss Conduct so much, besides the fact they're kick ass Jammers who are really great to watch on and off the track, is how the episode ended. The Holy Rollers are now in the lead and they're talking about how Lunatic, league veteran and a Hellcat Jammer, must be burning because the Hellcats were in the lead until a few seconds ago and now they're losing again. Then Sister Mary Jane points at Lunatic on the track glaring at them and Miss Conduct bursts into evil delighted laughter at the dirty look they're getting from Lunatic and blows a kiss to her while laughing all cute but sinister gloating. It's just a fucking glorious moment and I made it my avatar.
For those curious about Lunatic's reaction, she attempts to point at them threateningly.
The latter part of my entry is a cute Michi moment, I know, my god, I've not been relaying those to you but you know what the story on that is? I'm fucking whipped and I do what my women want and my woman doesn't want me typing her cute stories here. Hah. Lame, right? At least I admit my lameness and embrace it like it's a fucking fuzzy Mr. Roger sweater jacket. Okay. So this is a cute Michi moment that I relayed to Sulky last night when I had fucking major insomnia which my girlfriend shared and decided to whap at me and tell me a story out of nowhere.
I have three iPods now and I don't feel like relaying how I got a 60 gig one. It was a freakish present from one of my ex-girlfriends in California and that is that. But now I have three iPods and one is 60 gigs and since it's 60 gigs it has tons of fucking music on it and I let Michi borrow any of my iPods she wants so she can listen to music when she's working at school. She was in her department working on some project that I could explain to you here but it gives me a headache when I think about fucking typing about it so I'm not. Deal. Yes, cry big ass crocodile tears that you can't hear about my super smart girlfriend's international economics graduate student goings on. Your spirit is crushed.
Here, check this out. I give you a kit kat. Get over it.
Anyway! She borrowed my 60 gig iPod so she and her colleagues could listen to some music while working on their project and they were "grooving on this song", I'm quoting because those are Michi's exact words, and then they were horrified to discover that it was a song by Ashlee Simpson. What's funny is when Michi told me all this it was four in the morning and she said it out nowhere and was all angry at me. lol. She was working probably on that same project and I was busily typing away to Sulky and avoiding writing ATWH because of the reasons or lack thereof mentioned above and she goes, "I love you but I hate you sometimes. I put your 60 gig iPod on shuffle today and our department was grooving on this song and then we looked and saw it was Ashlee Simpson. Why do you have Ashlee Simpson on your iPod? Look at you. It's wrong."
I know the outraged don't stereotype me activist dyke in me should be all huffy and like, "Just because I like to wear Doc Martens and Birkenstocks and I don't own a skirt and 90% of my shirts are ringer t-shirts with joke sayings on them doesn't mean that I can't like bad bubblegum pop!" But instead I snickered and sort of doted on Michi for saying that because I found it cute and I have a sad weakness for the cuteness in women. It's a thing. You want to get me to do evil things? Be cute and be a woman. That's it. Not that it takes a lot to make me want to do evil things. It's pretty much programmed into me. If you want to hear the song that Michi and the rest of the International Economics graduate students were accidentally grooving on here it is…
L.O.V.E. by Ashlee Simpson: http://s50.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0H0XB3R915RWR18I56QX2Z1BJU
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I have a story about Birkenstocks. I had a pair a long ass time ago. More than ten years, maybe. They were fake ones though, I think. Black. Anyway. I got locked out of my house and climbed up on the roof (we had a ladder on the side of the house) and all I had were the Birkenstocks. I fell. Not totally off the roof, but when I was climbing off the ladder from the roof because I had to pop the window screen back on and you could only do it from the outside. I've held a grudge ever since.
Although, you're right. You don't have to tie them. I am all about wearing the cute ass six inch heels. And I totally want Rollergirls avatars.
Dude. I am in class and I'm all typing away at chapter 6 to avoid paying attention.
God bless UCLA which has ancient, decreipt copy machines, but the campus is hard-core wireless internet. So I can't, you know, photocopy anything, but I can update my LJ while pretending to care about my education.
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What kind of Rollergirls avatars do you want? Animated crap like I have or just stills? I'm thinking Sister Mary Jane or Miss Conduct, of course. Unless you want Catalac. Blerh. Hee. I still hold irrational dislike.
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