I got ready for school in under five minutes while reciting along to the Sisterhood movie.

I win at mornings. ^^

When I posted this morning, I was dead tired and literally just looking for a way to be awake enough to not slip in the shower. So I forgot that today was not just-another-day. (In fact, I forgot until my VTech played Goodnight My Angel on the bus, but that's another story, one full of strange looks from strangers.)

A year ago today was... a rollercoaster, to put it easy. I fell fast, got lifted beyond what I imagined possible, and then everything crashed. A year ago today, I thought I had lost, maybe permanently, one of the most important people in my life.

It turns out, a year ago today, I just ended up on the start of a ride that would end up somewhere amazing.

Happy anniversary, Angie. I love you, I live you, and I'm so glad that we got here.

...So I do strange possibly not entirely on the side of righteousness things when I get really fucking bored and Mom's not around to call me up and down every ten minutes.
(For anyone wondering, no, I didn't do anything stupid and/or illegal. Just something that amused me that most people would probably go "............WTFcrazywoman" at.)

I also get emo at really random things very easily. And creeped out even easier. Dammit.

ETA: Ohfuckthisisn'tgood.
I hate panicking. Especially for probablymaybehopefully stupid reasons.
--This considered, I shouldn't really be on Snopes without any sort of music in the background, because that'll probably pull it into a fullfledged attack, but I can't think of any movies or music that won't do that anyway, and at least Snopes sort of distracts my brain for a minute or two at a time.

ETA2: ...Yeah, that didn't help at all. Even though it was supposed to make everything better. And instead I think I just made everything worse.

This is why we don't let Alexes aimlessly wander around the interwebs.


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Damn, my headache won't go away. >.

I have Rent. For the first time in AGES.

I'm going to be SOBBING by Life Support -- but RENT!

This, and the totally heart-stomping AU, and the opportunity to play a Maureen again, makes my night better.

Sorry for the spam, guys.

*sigh* And on top of every fucking thing, my phone didn't ring when Beth called.

I am officialy Feeling Like Shit.

And I can't even curl up and sob hysterically over The Black Donnellys (or life in general), because I have to watch the boys, and then Mom'll be home.

Fuck you too, close quarters.

Love Meme, guys. Know you want to.

And in that vein:

One little compliment can make you feel amazing.

So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal, so I can return the favor. And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag so that when you are feeling down, you can go to that entry for a quick pick-me-up and a smile

Screened.

I get two minutes, so I'll just say three things:

1. Aubrey, forgive my Rentficathon story being late? I just got on to check if I still had the file, instead of having to rewrite again, and apparently the comp ate it. I'll rewrite as quickly as I can next time I get to a comp for substance time, but that's not till Monday.
2. I slept twelve hours this morning. It was glorious.
3. I might get to see Complete Works of Shakespeare Abridged tonight. If I do, my weekend will be spent grinning like a loon. ^____^

<3!

So life sucks a lot and I cried in church yesterday because the reverendguy is amazing at telling stories and IwantmyAngieandmyUFFrightnowdammit. Definitely going back. This man is amazing. And. Yes.

I'm going to go... play with my mix. Because since the comp crashed and I didn't have it on time for seriouslyrent's challenge, I'm going to actually make the graphics and put it on fanmix. And possibly here. I'm not sure yet.

HI.

I'm not Alex. This is allfireburns. Hijacking Alex's journal for my own nefarious purposes.

...Actually, no. Because... well, there would be no point to it. The hijacking that is. And I have no nefarious purposes when it comes to Alex. Well, there is that one... but you can't know about that.

I actually have permission for this journal-invasion.

I am here to tell you that Alex's computer... died... or something... I don't know, I was having trouble paying attention at the time. But the point is, she won't be able to get on the computer much except for school until they fix it or get a new one. If she calls me back to clarify further, I'll... let you know about that. If I can find... Where the hell did I put my phone? God damn it...

ETA: Deleted the randomness to clarify -- the power cord isn't working AND THEN the computer crashed.

Dweebgirls. Stop fighting in my journal.

Yes, this is the REAL ALEX. Mwah. Not that anyone will see this post anymore. But I felt I must.

Wasting time until Mom gets back and we have to go get Miguel settled in. Y'know, now that the brotherthing is done on the computer due to overheating issues and that he'll knock it off the table if it has to be at this angle and I won't.

Um. Babbling done. ^^

--I need to get new music. Or old music. I miss my L2C and Dashboard Confessional stuff.

I also don't have This Brilliant Dance or Here In My Room. Or any of my Bryce music. Those need to be fixed. *nod* ...I also don't have The Way, but I never had that.

...I swear I had productive things to say. Ah well.

If I ever wished I had Sports Night DVDs, it's now.

That's really all I have to say. I'm going to go do various things and see if they get replies, write for the next speed challenge, and then do work. Or possibly sleep. I'm exaughsted and I slept till 11:30 this morning. WTF, bodything.

Also, I have Suicide Is Painless (words version) stuck in my head.

That is all.

...I swear to god I was going to say something of substance.

I can't remember what for the life of me, though.

Huh.

To say anything:
The Langoliers is one of those books I love no matter how many times I reread it.

Insert really loud scream that I can't do anywhere I can get to in the next few days: [here].

Re? You really don't want the list of things. Just needed to put that somewhere people could "hear" it, if I can't hear myself do it.

Random musings:

-To succeed in roleplay, especially if you like plot? You either have to be a complete attentionwhore, have a completely f'ed up display of characters, or know everyone in the roleplay and have them understand you lack attentionwhoring abilities.
-"I'd like to be a bird in the background" may not be as accurate as "I'd like to be a fly on the wall" (except when it is), but it sure sounds more interesting.
-It would be REALLY COOL to be a bird in the background. Ala Wizard of Oz. (Does anyone get what I mean here?)
-Hospitals are scary. Diabetes and surgery combined are scary. Surgery is always scary.
-My brain goes off on odd topics, and then I learn that my being works in mysterious ways. Much like the Goddess. Except mortal-er and with less widespread effects.
-Sometimes it's reasonable, sometimes it's accidental, but sometimes? Sometimes you're just a masochist.

Change of plans. Looks like I might be around this weekend after all.

^The best thing ever to be the first thing you hear after entering the slip-n-slide building.

Iiii almost slipped off the stairs in the TE building. Not fun, man. *Heart: still pounding.*

But yelling and being blind!Oedipus in class? Yes fun.

However, hunger is not.

Nor is tests when your mind is still somewhere in the atmosphere. Perhaps somewhere around Chicago.

...Um. I'm done. Really I am. Don't mind the crazy lady. I'm just procrastinating.

...I just got the Casper joke. Obviously, I fail at Charmed.

Um. I've had this open for a good twenty minutes, so I probably meant to say something. Let's just pretend this post is interesting and intelligent, with a touch of humor, and no typos or misspellings. Yes? Okay.

I feel utterly awful, but Bravo is marathoning Studio 60, and I'm FINALLY watching the pilot, so it's a better day than it was five minutes ago.

Someday I'll post with actual content. For right now, I'm going to write.

I have a concept I'm considering turning into a journal-based roleplay. It will include a character limit and will go on for a short amount of time in real life. (Although if it REALLY came out good, it could be repeated.)

The concept: Based off of Stephen King's the Langoliers. For those who don't know it:
( The Premise )

Anyone interested, please comment or email me (rockabyebabydoll@gmail.com).

In the interest of character development and boredom and defeating selective writer's block:
Ask

a question

Stealing the idea from the Aubreything, cause I will just load myself with prompts until I can write without it feeling like pulling teeth, dammit.

I'll (probably) be on later, but I just had to squee cause it just fully hit me:

SWEET CHARITY TONIGHT! ^_____________^
(WITH MOLLY RINGWALD!!!!!!!!!!)
(and I'm going with my dad, but I DON'T CARE CAUSE SWEET CHARITY!!!!!)

^_^ Okay, now I can get through math (gaggaggag).

--Let's face it, no one else is going to snatch this out from under me, so.

I signed up for Millicent/Eleanor (HP) for femslash100's Around the Clock challenge.

So I have a little time and I'd just like to say this.

2006 has been a hell of a year. It's been way, way, way, way, way, way up there; and way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way down below. There are nights I never want to thinks of and nights I never want to forget; there are moments I'd like to see happen again and ones I'm glad time is taking me farther and farther away from. There are people I wish I never met, and people I can't imagine living without. This icon, that whole song really sums up my feelings about what I've learned this year.

2006 is almost over, and this is what I have to show for it:
A birth/legal family falling apart, a choosen family that I'm closer to than ever before, a love and job choice that I never imagined myself going for and yet am incredibly happy and comfortable with, a girlfriend who I wouldn't trade for anyone else in this world or any other, medication to make me a little more stable than I have been since my grandfather died when I don't forget to take it, a living situation I'm less than thrilled with but a roof over my head nonetheless, a body I'm actually somewhat happy with more often than not, a self-esteem boost from this time last year, a creative drive that's starting to come back, and a hope that 2007 will be even better than 2006.

Bottom line is, even with all the bad, I wouldn't trade where I'm standing right now to get rid of all of it. I needed a lot of it to grow up some, to grow out some. And for the most part... a lot of this year and last year, things were awful inside but decent outside. Right now, things are pretty bad outside but pretty good inside, and I like it this way a whole lot more.

Happy New Year, everyone. May 2007 be filled with light and love.

Blessed be.