The Queen of the Imps

and her most eminent domain

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So, the big news in my house lately is: Mom needs to start radiation treatments. They found a spot that wasn't in her lung before, or wasn't acting up before, I don't know. Either way, they need to zap it out so there'll be no reason to worry about it.

My parents have been stressing that everything is still as fine as it was before, and that the radiation won't be nearly as intense as the chemotherapy was, but. It's still a setback, albeit a very very minor one. It's the first time there's been any bad news about her cancer in over two years, and it's minor, and I'm very glad it's something small versus something huge. But it's still a sad wakeup call to realize Mom's Still Sick, even if it seems like she isn't most of the time.

In happier news, we went out to Texas Roadhouse for dinner tonight (Mom won a giftcard there in a raffle, I think). They made margaritas there the size of my head, man. I had two (and, uh, an iced tea and rum not that long ago *cough*), so I'm feeling kind of half-tipsy.

For the HappyTiems playlist, I want to add Sweet Caroline and maybe Bitches by Mindless Self Indulgence. Anyone else got any good suggestions for HappyTiem songs? :D

The HappyTiems playlist!
I mentioned I'd make one of these earlier today. Here's what I have so far, I'll add more if I think of anything else.

aka The HappyTiems Playlist

1. Don't Stop Me Now by Queen

I'm burning through the skies, yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light!
I wanna make a supersonic man of you

Don't stop me now
I'm having such a good time
I'm having a ball
Don't stop me now
If you wanna have a good time, just give me a call
Don't stop me now ('Cause I'm having a good time)
Don't stop me now (Yes I'm having a good time)
I don't want to stop at all!

2. It's Getting Better by The Beatles

I have to admit, it's getting better (Better)
A little better all the time (It can't get more worse)
Yes, I admit it's getting better (Better)
It's getting better since you've been mine

Getting so much better all the time!
It's getting better all the time
(Better, better, better)
It's getting better all the time
(Better, better, better)

3. Nine in the Afternoon by Panic at the Disco

Into a place where thoughts can bloom
Into a room where it's nine in the afternoon
And we know that it could be
And we know that it should
And you know that you feel it too
'Cause it's nine in the afternoon

And your eyes are the size of the moon
You could 'cause you can so you do
We're feeling so good
Just the way that we do
When it's nine in the afternoon

4. The Future Freaks Me Out by Motion City Soundtrack

I’m on fire!
And now I think I'm ready to bust a move
Check it out, I’m rocking steady
To the beat in my head
It goes oh, oh, oh
I know that she’s the only one
I’d rather waste my time with her

5. Time Warp from The Rocky Horror Picture Show

I remember doing the TIme Warp
Drinking those moments when
The blackness would hit me and the void would be calling
Let's do the time warp again...
Let's do the time warp again!

It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust that really drives you insane,
Let's do the Time Warp again!

6. Ballroom Blitz by Sweet

Oh yeah, it was electric
So frightfully hectic
And the band started leaving
'Cause they all stopped breathing

And the man at the back said "Everyone attack!"
and it turned into a ballroom blitz
And the girl in the corner said "Boy, I wanna warn ya,
It'll turn into a ballroom blitz"
Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
Ballroom blitz

7. Just Dance by Lady Gaga

What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.

Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Just dance. Gonna be okay.
Dance. Dance. Dance. Just dance.

8. So Happy Together by The Turtles

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice, it has to be
The only one for me is you, and you for me
So happy together

I can't see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me, baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life

Will post more in the morning! <3

And the man in the back said "Everyone attack!" and it turned into a ballroom blitz!
So, this is an attempt at a triumphant return to my personal LJ. After nearly a year. Holy crap.

Mostly, this is my attempt to hold onto a place to vent safely...I've been whining too much on plurk (plus character limits suck), and I try to keep Facebook as a Happy Place. I'm also going to attempt to actually check my f-list regularly, and I'm opening my journal so that it's no longer friends-only.

Will also attempt to get more icons and a journal layout. As it is, I'd forgotten that this thing is not very pretty to look at >.>

So, that's it for now. Hello to all the lovely people I added as LJ friends in the last few hours (*waves!*), and here's hoping I can keep this thing going. I kind of miss being able to blog about personal shit, not just IC RPG posts and plurk updates.

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Every have one of those days where a thousand little things just pile up on you to make you feel like shit?

It has been raining all day. Not enough to be depressing, but enough that it was a bitch this afternoon to go buy Mom a Mother's Day gift. And it is still raining.

Today was the Student Art Show. One of my pieces was supposed to be in it. I was excited, got dressed up nice, etc.

Well, at 4:30, there was something called the Artists' Reception, where the faculty and anyone who got in the show got to see the pieces that were up. So I went...and could not, for the life of me, find my piece.

For a half an hour, I was wandering around like an idiot trying to find my damn piece, and worrying that I just hadn't seen it when I'd gone to get it with my other pieces that were rejected. And getting agitated because, if that was the case, my piece was basically in the trash and I wasn't getting it back.

But then, I checked the program, and sure enough, there's my name on it with the title of my artwork. So I spent the next hour looking for it, praying that it didn't accidentally get destroyed or something.

Meanwhile, the whole time I'm there, the people I'm friends with are all off talking with other people. So I'm not even just a blind idiot, I'm an idiot that's getting ignored.

At least until my friend Theresa arrived with her parents in tow. And of course, her parents want to meet their daughter's friend, and ask, "Where's your piece?" So for the rest of the time I'm there, I will occasionally be stopped my Theresa's mom or dad and asked, "Still can't find it?"

So that goes on for the next hour, and I get continually ignored by everyone I know save Theresa and Prof. Kerr, who was kind enough to guilt me about not submitting anything from his class (which was mostly because I forgot to bring it with me from home for the submission day, but them's the breaks).

And then, after an hour and a half of wandering around like I really don't belong there, and getting ignored, and just feeling like a dumbass, what do I find out from Zach (a student who works in the art office)?

"Oh, yeah, your pieces was one of the last ones pulled from the show. We didn't know that in time for printing the brochures, so..."

At the very least, I got my piece back. And, since I hadn't been expecting to need to carry something with my on the way back, I had to smuggle it under my coat through the rain. So I made it back soaked, but the artwork survived.

I am just very, very glad that my parents didn't come, like I suspect they wanted to. Because this has already been embarassing beyond belief.

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Remember how I said my last post would be the last one about Lost until February? I lied. Let me vent, and then I'll stop for three months.


Tonight's episode was very, very random. I'm just...kind reeling from how everything went by so fast and nothing was built up to, and how a lot of things made absolutely no sense.

Ah, well, I shouldn't complain; after all, it's not like ABC advertised it as the Best Episode Ever. Oh, wait...YES THEY DID.

So, allow me to vent my irritation in scriptfic form:

Lost's Fall Season Finale in 15 Minutes

We begin with a flashback!

Kate: *is in hotel room*

Policeman: *knocks* Open up! It's the police!

Audience: Oh no! She's done for!

Kate: *walks out and makes out with police officer*

Audience: Oh, wait, never mind.

Kate and Policeman: *have hot sex*

Audience: Um, okay.

Present day!

Pickett: Okay, Kate, time to work.

Kate: What about Sawyer?

Pickett: He has the day off.

Kate: But we're a team!

Pickett: Okay, he can work too.


Jack: *to Ben* I'm going to give you lots of information on how dire your circumstances are.

Ben: Aah! Quick! Remove my tumor!

Jack: Nope! Sorry! HAHA!



Alex: *rushes in with a slingshot*

Pickett: *carries away the crazy teenager*

Alex: Kate! Save your boyfriend, or they'll kill him like they killed my Chachi!



*Kate and Policeman are naked in bed together. It is revealed that it is the night before their wedding. Policeman keeps calling her Monica.*

Kate: I am the most guilty-looking bride-to-be on earth.


Juliet: Kate, if you don't emotionally manipulate Jack, then Sawyer will be killed.



*Kate enters*

Jack: YAY OMG!

J/K shippers: Aw...

S/K shippers: Eh.

Jack: Kate? Are you okay? Did they hurt you? You aren't having sex with Sawyer, right?

Kate: Jack, you must save Ben! If you do, we'll go free! If you don't, they'll kill Sawyer!

Jack: Kill Sawyer? Is that supposed to dissuade me?

Kate: Jack, please!

Jack: Just because I'm a doctor doesn't mean I can't let them both die! No, bitch!


Policeman's Mom: Here, have this priceless heirloom, soon-to-be daughter-in-law.

Time for the wedding! Vows are exchanged!

Kate: I am the most guilty-looking bride on earth.


Kate: Aiee! Where's Sawyer!

Pickett: Right here.

Kate: Oh.

Pickett: But he's going to die tomorrow morning!

Kate: AAH!

Sawyer: So, how was *your* day, sweetie?


Kate: Sawyer, the reason they're killing you is because Jack won't operate on Ben!

Sawyer: Well, good for Jack.

Kate: ARE YOU INSANE??? *climbs out of cage*

Sawyer: What the hell are you doing?

Kate: Getting you out so we can escape! *opens Sawyer's cage*

Sawyer: Freckles, we *can't* escape. We're on the another island!

Kate: WHAT? When were you gonna tell me???

Sawyer: Never.

Kate: Oh. *kisses Sawyer*

Sawyer: What was that for?

Kate: I don't know! *bawls*

Sawyer and Kate: *have hot wild cage jungle sex*

Audience: So...they're not gonna even *try* to run?



*Kate is at a grocery store. She receives a loving phone call from husband about Taco Night. She attempts to be cheerful.*

Kate: I am the most guilty-looking wife on earth. *goes out to pay phone and makes a phone call*

Marshall: Hello?

Kate: I want you to stop chasing me!

Marshall: Tell you what: even though you're guilty of first-degree murder, I'll let you off the hook if you finally settle down. But I know you won't.

Audience: She knows the police can trace those things, right?


*post-coital snuggling*

Sawyer: So, when you said you loved me, did you mean it?

Kate: *avoids answering the question by making out with him*

Sawyer: Yeah, I love you, too.

S/K shippers: Aw...

J/K shippers: Eh.


Intercom: *sounds suspiciously like Alex* Try the door.

Jack: *opens the door, walks out*

*sees Ben's surveillance tapes*

*sees Sawyer and Kate naked and snuggling on one of the TVs*

Ben: *enters* Man, and I thought she'd pick you. *holds up his JATE 4EVA T-shirt*

Jack: I've changed my mind! I'll do the surgery!

Ben: Wow, that's not suspicious at all! Let's do this!


Jack and Juliet: *prepare to do surgery*

Pickett: *watches*

Ben: *lies on surgery table, is put under anesthetic*

Pickett: He's out? YES! *dashes off to the cages*


Kate: *takes pregnancy test. It is negative. She cries*

*walks up to hubby bearing drinks* Hey, what's up?

Policeman: I'm tracking a fugitive in Tampa!


Policeman: And how are you, Monica my love?

Kate: Well, my name's not Monica, I'm a fugitive too, I blew up my father, I almost had a baby, I'm leaving you to go on the lam, and I totally drugged your drink.

Policeman: 0_0 *passes out*

Audience: Maybe she'd have stayed if you gave her a toy airplane.


Pickett: *arrives* *sees (clothed) Sawyer and Kate cuddling in open cage* You two didn't even try to run?


Pickett: *holds a gun to Sawyer's head* Time to die, bitch!

Kate: Nooooo! Fight back, Sawyer!

Audience: As opposed to RUNNING...

Pickett: This is for Colleen! Even if you had absolutely no involvement in her death!

*dramatic music swells*

Audience: Ya know, this kinda loses its dramatic tension when you realize that Josh Holloway's contract doesn't expire for another *three* *years*.

Operating Room!

Jack: *cuts open Ben's kidney* Give me the walkie-talkie, or he dies!

Audience: I'm sure Locke sympathizes, Ben.


Pickett: *is forced to give Kate walkie-talkie*

Jack: Kate, I need you to run while I hold Ben hostage!

Kate: No! I can't leave without you!

Sawyer: 0_0!

ABC execs: Remember how we said she'd choose once and for all tonight? We lied.

Jack: Kate, I need you to run, and then radio back and tell me the angel-hair pasta story from all the way in the pilot episode!



Sawyer: *is pissed because he still has a gun at his head*


Audience: That's IT? MOTHAFUCKAS!

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The Lost fall season finale is tonight! That means excitement! Hot cage sex! A possible execution! People acting weird! And Jack performing spinal surgery!

It also means that this may be the last post I make about LOST until February. I'm sure you're all sad to hear that.

My prediction: Kate either takes a bullet for Sawyer or kills Pickett. It's her flashback episode, so she's gotta do *something* other than cry to Jack.

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Guess who's a horrible American and didn't vote?

Though the main reason for my lack of civic duty is my inability to get to the proper polling station, so it's not so much that I didn't want to go and more that I had no way of getting there.

Eh. I probably would've voted for all the wrong people anyway. The only person I was sure to vote on was Spitzer. And (as much as I can't believe I'm saying this) Hillary.

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Okay, I'm getting a little freaked out. I'm watching all these clips of Michael Emerson on YouTube, and am realizing that he looks like a forty year-old version of my cousin. This is creepy, because Michael Emerson won an Emmy for playing a serial killer. And he's in charge of the Others.

I fear for my cousin. 0_0

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Today was the fifth of November, aka Guy Fawkes Day, aka that holiday they kept talking about in V for Vendetta.

Part of me is like, "We should celebrate!" and part of me is like, "How?" and "You have an essay due at midnight, bitch!"

So, no celebration today, I guess.  Um, rest in peace, Guy.


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