mwestbelle: (charlie)
Today is kind of the worst day ever...I'm completely stressed out about my papers for Friday (so, obviously, I am LJ *facepalm*), I don't have time to eat lunch on Tuesdays which combined with the fact that I go to bed hungry means I'm kind of dead by 3 when I do get time to eat, AND my body is like "Hmm, stress and pain...HERE, YOU CAN HAS CRAAMPSROFLLL" I hurt so fucking bad I was pretty much crying when I got home from class...I hurt so bad I couldn't EAT even though I was kind of dying of hunger because OH GOD THE PAIN. I just kind of rolled up in the fetal position and tried to sleep. Kind of worked...I'm feeling a little better and had a couple handfuls of Cheerios--may possibly be going to dinner soon if anyone comes by, otherwise I'll just make ramen. So while I was dying in my bed, I obviously didn't get anything done on Doom Paper II so. Fuck.

But, to cheer myself up, have a love meme!

[livejournal.com profile] thelemic gave me the letter R. If you want a letter, just comment!
10 Things I Love that Begin with "R"
1. Rock n' Roll -- Right now I'm pretty much into the popalt stuff, but even when I was little, I was raised on some of the damn finest classic rock (I flipped myself upside down once, I rawked so hard, even as an infant!)
2. RENT -- Even though a large part of me (conservative pig that I am) is going "Get a fucking job!" I really do love this musical and am quite sad I won't be able to see it on Broadway /o\
3. Red -- My favorite color from like, age 4 to age 15. Still a big fan, though most often paired with black (SO GAWTH, FR SRS)
4. Riesens -- Superduper amazing chewy German chocolate candiessss <3
5. Riddles -- Like, brain puzzles and all those things, bring me so much jooooy. I kinda suck at them, but since I have a good memory, I store them all away and whip them out and seem worldly and impressive *nodnod*
6. Ryan Ross -- I am just kind of filled with glee at his little face, I don't know why. I'm pretty sure IRL he would bug the everloving god out of me, but *smush* (Although I really really miss the Gay Circus Hobo phase...the Gay Stoned Cowboy is not my favorite)
7. Ripley, Guy -- Fond as I am of one Ryland, there is a special place in my heart for this dashing Brit.
8. Romance novels -- I love trashy Harlequin romances...I just lolll so hard, especially when friends and I perform dramatic readings.
9. Reading -- I have so little time for books now that I read so much for class, but I fucking love reading. I was always the weird dorky girl who got in trouble for hiding a book under the desk while the teacher was talking <3
10. Roses -- Favorite flower, hands down. Don't care how cliche it is, nothing says romance and beauty to me like good ol' red and white roses.

And on a bandom-related note:
Poor Ray seems unaware that he is in a band full of SERIAL MURDERERS/CHILD MOLESTERS. )
mwestbelle: (snow)
Just when I thought I could switch out my snow icon for the year...WHEEE SNOWDUMP! Very exciting...I really do love the snow, although I do not approve of when it hides deep muddy puddles from view so UNSUSPECTING GIRLS step into them with their NEW VANS ARGH. Seriously, it went all the way into my shoe and my sock was all gritty D:

Not getting much ficcing done because of midterming...one the queue: Frank/Gerard weddingfic, Waycest high schoolfic, Frank/Gerard arts school AU, Ryan/Brendonbot future AU. Sigh. So much to write, so much stuff that's not fic that I should be spending time on. I'm rilly rilly excited though, because I came up with a plot (well, concept, really) for my short story that I'm writing for my gal and (to a lesser extent...) my CW class.

I was thinking about a King Lear AU in Shakespeare today...I might post a little something for it later in the week, after I finish Doom Paper II.

Finally sucked it up and got a bandom moodtheme :D Also, am going to have to edit eating habits because I'm SO HUNGRY, seriously, by the time I go to bed, I physically ache because of how hungry I am, but I really want to cut down on eating between meals for "avoiding the Freshman Fifteen/not being a fatass" purposes. But....HUNGGGGRRRYYYbwaaah. I can't wait until next week, when I'll get actual good HOME FOOD YAYYY.

!!!! RIGHT! So, remember the rockfest I went to on Saturday? MUCCA PAZZA. IS THE SHIT. Seriously, if you ever get a chance to see them (they're Chicago-based, but they did Lollapalooza last year, so it's possible for a pretty wide audience) DO IT. They're a "circus punk marching band" and it's amazing--just a demented marching band. You can listen to some stuff on their Myspace, but seeing them live is amazing--they go through the crowd and I got my ears blown out by a sousaphone and nearly got my head taken off by a rogue trombone and just...AWESOME. SO AWESOME.
mwestbelle: (Gondor)
Have promised two fics for two special ladies...hopefully I'll get at least a good start on those this weekend. I'm trying to think of what to do for my CW short story...I also promised I would write a scary story for a friend, so I'm thinking of just doing one and using it for both \o/ That way I'll have plenty of time to fic, mwahahaha, though I do have two more papers due for Friday; planning to write one this weekend and the other during the week, ugh.

Um. I don't have a lot of important things to say, except everyone is getting My Chem tickets except MEEEEE T_____T My heart *aches* to go, seriously, but I honestly have no way to get there--the bus is ridiculously expensive, and there isn't one going home after the concert, and I'm not spending the night wandering around Chicago. SO MUCH WOE, AGH.

Finally figured out how to take stills with my webcam so \o/ for that. I've been spending a lot of time reading various secret comms and...damn, they make me so sad. Especially the bandom ones--everyone I've met in this fandom has been so sweet, and then I look at the secret posts and they're just filled with venom. Sigh. I guess I don't get it, because I've never been afraid to tell people what I think about something in a fandom...and it's not like I'm going to hate on people who think differently. Sure, I want to flail about everything we like, so why don't we just set aside things we don't agree on? (I mean, unless you're going to troll my journal and, like, assault me with "GERARD IS A FAT FAIL TOAD," I could care less.) So...that's my Deep Thought for bandom. WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG??? *weeps*

Also, this is how I spend my time in class, if anyone's wondering:
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(Bonus hair & roomie's posters!)(And all that shading was a bitch)
mwestbelle: (blogging)
My floor is doing a mix CD exchange, and I'm listening to the one my beffie Hil made...it's pretty righteous. Of course, I feel horrible pressured to make an awesome mix, so OF COURSE I just keep going "Cobra song! Cobra song! MCR! MOAR COBRA!!!" And...yeah. I have to kind of rein in the bandomy urges and make something sensible.

Otherwise...I'm cautiously thinking that I might be able to get to the Chicago MCR show...even though it's on a Thursday, and I don't get out of class until 3 and it takes 2 hrs to get there and...still don't have a ride, as such. WE SHALL SEE. Also haven't told the 'rentals about my Panic ticket (!!!!!) so we'll see how that goes over.

College is still in a liberalgasm...Obama and Chelsea Clinton were both here talking yesterday. I barricaded myself in my room with Les Mis and chocolate because no. No thanks.
Speaking of college (kinda), I keep adding more RL friends and being very "Oh shit, where can I hide the porn??" except, well...there isn't anywhere to hide it. So...sorry RL people (*WAVE*), ignore it as best you can.

Saw the moon today, and though my first thought was (of course) Werewolf AU, it was quickly replaced with GERARD IS A MOON PRINCESS AU. Yeah. I don't know what that means. BUT I KNOW I WANT IT! Frank & Gee work together! Gee always takes the full moon off, and Frank doesn't notice until he suddenly does and is like "OMGWEREWOLF" but Gerard's like "Uh, no, actually...I'm a moon princess." And Frank's all "Whut?" "Yeah, it's not a big deal. I just have to, you know, commune with the full moon." "What does that mean?" "...I take all my clothes off and stand in the moonlight?" And Frank goes "*blinkblink* Can I watch?" Ahaha, yeah, I don't know. ♥
mwestbelle: (blogging)
My creative nonfiction piece is just NOT COMING, which really sucks because it's DUE TUESDAY and I'm not going to have any time to work on it over the weekend because I'm going home to see Juju in the school musical (Anything Goes, I'm v.v. excited) But, ARGH. I leave tomorrow, and I just CAN'T WRITE IT, and everything is coming up due--I've got a prospectus for Script Analysis due Wednesday (and I'm still not sure I have a proper handle on the whole segment thing) and the major paper for Shakespeare on the 18th (it's an INTENSE paper, and I'm in a class filled with upperclassmen so it really has to kick ass) and just FNNNRGH.

In other news, I'm considering expanding the Brendonbot ficlet I wrote...I like tech-y universes (and sexbots, but who DOESN'T like sexbots? I ask you.) and...yeah. But I'm still hoping to get some work done on my other project, and I just want to write my fan stuff SOBADLY but I have all this homework and DDDD: Not cool. Boogers.

Well, so this isn't an entirely pointless whiney post, here's the beginning of an AU I was considering a month or so ago in which Gerard's family is obscenely rich, and Frank is a sex slave that Gerard's parents buy for him cuz that's a thing you do in this universe (why am I so fixated on sex slaves/sexbots/etc?? CUZ THEY'RE AWESOME, OBVSLY), but Gerard is MORALLY OPPOSED and HIJINKS ENSUE.

Lolrandom!AU bits! )
mwestbelle: (oh no she didn't)
My roommate difficulties, let me show you them.

I love my roomie. We get along really well, like lots of the same things, and spend enough time apart to be pleasant together. Or rather, I love her when she's sober. I understand that college is a place of crazed debauchery and bacchanalia, whatever. Thing is, I live in the substance-free dorm for a reason. If you want to go do tequila shots with soccer players you don't know, don't live in freaking substance free!!! All you do is annoy everyone else on the floor when you come stumbling back here and need help up the stairs.

Also: if you're going to throw a depressed bitchfit every time you make a poor, emotionally damaging choice about men...hey, here's an idea, get a fucking clue! You've hooked up with guys you met that morning (Not even drunkenly!), you've gone to Madison (and then hooked up with) a guy you barely knew (and you sleep over at his room half the time which is actually kinda nice, since I get the room to myself), and you (drunkenly this time) gave a guy you'd NEVER MET BEFORE a blowjob, completely naked...in the LOUNGE. You know, the place downstairs where everyone comes in with the wall of WINDOWS that the entire campus can see in???? And every time you cry, and wonder why your life is so hard, and why that guy downstairs could be SO HATEFUL to make an off-color comment. You don't want to be thought of as the dorm slutbag? Stop being the dorm slutbag!

The emotionless hook-up is so not my thing, but the real problem is it's not her thing either. She goes "oh, I don't even like him, I don't know if I'm ever going to even talk to him again" but then every hour it's "he hasn't called me, why didn't he call me back, do you think I should call him again???"

And I want to help, because I'm having trouble with the whole "it's her life, she can fuck it all to hell if she wants to, not my problem" mostly because she keeps sexiling me but half of what she bitches about are her friends back home who have the nerve to be concerned about her and tell her she's making shitty decisions. Uh...duh?

Rrrgh. Everything is so awesome, except for roomie and her intimacy issues. I hope it clears up.

PS: Her current boytoy is a dickwad. "Boytoy" in the sense that they have an "open relationship" (yes, the same thing she was in with her boyfriend from home when she got here, that she couldn't stop bitching about how it was such a sham) which means that she can get drunk and fellate other guys in public places, but when she hears that he saw his ex over the weekend she gets insanely pissed and rants about dumping him (which she's decided to do, oh, five times?)

Kinda tired

Sep. 8th, 2007 10:38 am
mwestbelle: (thinking)
So I woke up "early" (nine-ish) even though it's a Saturday because Hil left a note on my door...and then once I'm dressed, I go down to her room and she doesn't answer >.< I feel guilty about going back to sleep, even though I'm still kinda tired, and I really really should be writing. I think I will, as soon as I'm done with this.

Doctor Who is pretty much invading my mind...I'm already quite fond of Ten even though I haven't really adapted to him yet--Nine will always be my Doctor, but David Tennant's rampant oral fixation slashability charm certainly helps smooth the way. The idea that Barty Jr. (or "That Tongue Guy" as he was often thought of by friends of mine what did I say? ORAL FIXATION) was the goofy Doctor is nifty--I also put a hold on his miniseries version of Casanova, and yes, it's mainly because of smex. Although the costumes look pretty cracktastic from what I've seen.

I also auditioned for Rocky Horror, and was shocked and thrilled to win the role of Riff Raff. Sweetness! Hunchback!Crazy ahoy! And I'm planning to participate in a pick-up World of Darkness LARP, because I am just. that. nerdy.

Still haven't done any laundry, will hopefully be able to get into the washers today (or I really will have to employ the dreaded "Smell Test")

Maybe I'll watch a movie--it's tough, because my body is a bit dead, but my brain is jumping all over the place.
mwestbelle: (woe)
My bleeding feets, let me show you them. Seriously, ow. The State Fair absolutely murdered my poor feet. I'm feeling rather ambivalent towards the SF these days--it's a thing we do every year, and I've always been excited for it, but...it's not really that fun. You look at animals that smell bad, and you walk until your feet are about to fall off, and you eat. The eating is really the only fun part here, especially now that I'm too old to have any interest in the Midway. And, while the food is often great (cheese curds! cream puffs! corn!), it doesn't always balance out the pain I deal with for it. Yuck.

ONE WEEK UNTIL MOVE-IN!!! It's crazed, and I feel so so so weird. I'm super excited, but I'm also terrified. And, of course, I just realized that all this time I've been worrying about living on my own and stuff, and not about classes (the actual point of college)(arguably). So now, I'm worrying about life, and I'm worrying about classes, and I'm worrying that I'm worrying too much, but also worrying that I haven't worried enough. Blargh.

Stardust today! I want so very badly to go see it this afternoon, but it just doesn't work. I tried "But Neil wants me to, he told me I should!" but it didn't sway anyone. So, hopefully, I'll be seeing it tomorrow. Fingers-crossed!
mwestbelle: (boot!)
Went college shopping yesterday...I now have an alarm clock (with radio, CD and a line in for my iPod), a fan, a phone/answering machine, plus a boatload of other crap (detergent, shampoo, mascara, etc.) But that's mostly done...all I have to do now is buy some snacks, figure out how big my storage crates should be, and buy a new bra (TMI?)

However, my mum bought me Hot Fuzz (YES!) and I picked up 300 (w00t!). Last night, I watched Much Ado About Nothing (the Branagh version) and love. I really adore Shakespeare, and I really really adore Branagh!Shakespeare. Plus the joy that came from Robert Sean Leonard showing up ("EEEK! It's WILSON!!!") even though he over-acted a bit at times...Keanu Reeves was, well, Keanu Reeves (surly), and I don't know what the hell was up with Michael Keaton and I don't think I want to (he was funny most of the time, though, when I wasn't going "WTF?!"). But Kenneth was love, as always. I really want to watch his Hamlet before I go to school, but it's checked out of the library T.T Maybe I'll pick up Othello again.

And now, I'm going to go watch What Not to Wear.

Looking up

Jul. 26th, 2007 06:10 pm
mwestbelle: (gigglesnort)
Things seem to be rather picking up around here (as opposed to the general moody doldrums I've been living in).

I saw Hairspray, which was pleasantly empty-headed and pure musical pop fun. Also, I got delicious food after that I didn't even have to pay for. Oh yes, I am the best friend of a certified lottery winner of fifty dollars.

I finally got my roomie assignment, and I got both my first choice in res halls AND the roommate I requested even though my request was made, like, the week before they started physically sending the assignments (we've been talking online, and it seems like we're going to get along really great)

I really love my laptop. I know I say that constantly, but I really really really do. It rocks.

And, of course, I have an excuse to use my brand new icon!! RENT is my obsession of the moment, and the thrill of the week came Tuesday when it was revealed that there would be 3 performances of it this year not too far from me! I'm probably gonna get to see it live! YUSS!!!

Jumbles...

Jul. 17th, 2007 06:01 pm
mwestbelle: (thinking)
So I have a bunch of thoughts.

Saw OotP. It was good. It was really good, but for some reason, I don't feel like writing about it. It's the same about the book...I kind of feel like, I don't know, I've lost a bit of the HP spark. It's become almost routine for me: I see the movies, I wait for the books, I read the books, I talk about the books--there isn't the same thrill as there used to be. I don't know if it's because it's happened so many times that the high is wearing off, or if it's because I'm older, or if it's just because my mind is on other things and I'm moody as all hell lately. Shrugs all around.

I was chatting with my best friend over messenger the other day, and we were having this conversation, about an alternate universe where I was a gay man named JJ (my parents would have named me John if I was a boy) and she was a super-girly girl (in this universe, she's a mostly angry commie who, if not masculine, is pretty darn tough) and we would still, of course, be BFF, except we would bitch about people's clothes together...and I just thought "this is it." When they talk about going away to college, everyone always says how much they'll miss everyone, but I've been realizing I really won't. I'm not antisocial, I just don't form really strong connections with many people. There are a few close friends I'll miss, but more people are "meh, too bad" and a goodly number are "oh thank god I don't ever have to look at your annoying face ever again." But that's what I'll miss. Just talking about the weirdest thing, planning when we want to hook up (Hairspray on Friday, tentatively)...I'll miss that. A lot. And the funny thing? As an online convo, it probably means I won't have to miss it. I'll have convos with her over the course of the year. But it just felt very lonely.

Something I am excited about: Rent. Or, more specifically, Mark/Roger fic. I really was hankering for a new slash pairing (I'd gotten bored with both Harry/Draco and Wincest), and that just fit my needs perfectly. Anyone interested *must* check out [livejournal.com profile] gildedmuse because she is absolutely amazing. I've read pretty much ever M/R story she has in the last few days, and I adore them all. For the pr0n-minded (feel no shame, I am part of your ranks), I very highly recommend the Mucho Masturbation series, as well as her holiday series (Santa Blows and Fuck Like (Easter) Bunnies), and damn, pretty much anything she wrote. Love.
mwestbelle: (thinking)
Will someone please salt and burn Facebook before it devours my soul permanently? Of course, knowing me, I'm far enough under it's hold that I'd fling myself in the way of the matches and get all burned up. Sigh.

I went dorm shopping on Sunday, and it was both exhilirating and terrifying. These are awesome sheets...that will go on a bed when I am at college and away from home. Cool collapsible hamper...so I can do my own laundry when I am at college and away from home. >.< Yeeks freaks.

Oh well. My foot is asleep. My script is actually (shock of shocks) going well. I give the credit to my super duper schedule and also my writing hat, which is from Australia (G'day!). Giant portfolio for AP English is basically done--I'm pretty sure I just have to assemble it, which is sweet. Still have to write a whole book review for APUSH, and I haven't even thought about it. Ick. Spanish play on Friday, which hopefully won't suck too bad.

Imagined conversation with last semester's class (Spanish V puts on a play of Don Juan every time):

Last Semester: We had cool sets. And costumes. And we knew our lines.
Us: Yeah, well...our Don Juan did a flip. So there.

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