So anyway~
This will all connect in the end-I promise.
A thing I wrote on my writing blog~
Holy frack I’m a huge nerd I knew all of that information off the top of my head O___O
This is what no sleep and Guinness do to me~
*sees picture of friend on computer screen* *starts talking and trying to carry on a conversation with them as if they are actually there for real*
*watches Benedict Cumberbatch video after having not watched any of him for a while* “OMG I FORGOT HIS VOICE WAS SO DEEP WOAH OK THEN” (video stops to load at one point) “OMG BENEDICT WHY ARE YOU PAUSING LIKE THAT FOR SO LONG???”
And yet somehow still sober and awake enough to html that gif in here. Just ignore the fact that I almost just typed “awake” backwards there, and then almost as just “wake” just now, and that I’m alternating between leaving out consonants and vowels every other word. It’s good to know I can still be a grammar nazi no matter my state of being or consciousness.
Update: LET’S LISTEN TO THE NEW KANYE WEST ALBUM AGAIN!!!!!
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Oh my god I watch too much Hannibal~
I was sitting on my bed and leaned back against this large stuffed animal that was behind me. It felt warm and I thought ‘it feels like a warm body’ and I actually turned around and lifted up the blanket that was covering it to make sure it wasn’t actually a dead body.
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Heeey there~
Me: *turns on new lamp for the first time* Oh, that is sexy!
Friend: You’re the only person who would find a lamp sexy.
Me: I’m not so sure about that.
Friend: Would you tap that? *gestures to new lamp*
Me: I don’t see why not. It might be a bit awkward though.
Friend: *makes disgusted face*
Me: *grins big with victory*
Me: 
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Reasons why I hate summer~
(Pardon my French. And by French I mean words like fuck, ass, tits, balls, shit, hell, damn, and their various variations. I think they help enunciate how passionately I despise summer.)
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Super late start on some of my new years resolutions~
Does anybody out there do daily task checklists every day? And do they actually work to keep you on track and get done all the things you planned to do each day? I’d be interested in hearing what anyone thinks about this as a means of time management and self discipline. What kind of techniques do you use for checklists (writing by hand, or smartphone/tablet app, etc etc)?
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I’m about to buy a desk, and a fancy desk lamp, and a leather chair. OMG ADULTHOOD I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING WITH MY LIFE BUT I’M TRYING
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Wow tonight I went from being overly excited like a little kid to being confused and frustrated while trying to be a responsible adult~
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Looking at the guests for DragonCon and fangirling like I have never fangirled before. STAR TREK TOS, WAREHOUSE 13, TORCHWOOD, FUTURAMA, FRINGE
#but where is John Barrowman? #WHERE IS JOHN BARROWMAN???????????????
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I just had the most insane dream~
At the beginning there were all these people, civilians and soldiers, on this big battlefield. I think it was nighttime-the sky was dark. We were fighting these creature things that looked like the people/species at the beginning of Star Trek Into Darkness (the people who are chasing Kirk), except they were also centaurs. We all finally pushed forward to get to the base of their defense or whatever and we saw behind a line a bunch of scientist humans and we stopped and were trying to decide what to do. There was one of the centaur people out on lookout with binoculars. I wanted to kill him so I shouted to the group of people asking if anyone had a bow and arrow and someone handed me this gun, it was like a laser gun or something like that. It looked like a futuristic sawed off shotgun. I went to go shoot him and knelt down, but then my mom showed up next to me with a gun of her own and she was trying to talk me out of killing the lookout but I was so determined to kill him. My mom was like “if that’s your decision then I’ll help you.” So I shoot him and when I do his appearance changes and we find out he was just a human in disguise and he was with the line of human scientists. When I turned and went back to my group of people they were all upset with me that I’d shot the look out because he was really human, even though he was one of the bad guy humans. Then it jumped to war training, where they were asking civilians to sign up to fight in the war and I was in this big group of people going to enter the training camp and I found my mom in the crowd and I was really upset. I was begging her not to join the war. I didn’t want her to be a part of it. I didn’t want to have to worry about her the whole time. Then we got to the camp and it was basically a summer camp with cabins and stuff. My mom and I were trying to find the office but it was hard to find, but we finally found it. My mom wanted us to be in the same cabin. I woke up though right as the lady at the office was assigning us a cabin.
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I just want to dress like Martin Freeman. Is that too much to ask for?
Update: I just want to be Martin Freeman. Is that too much to ask for?
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Tonight has been one of the better existential crises among the multitude of tiny existential crises that come together to form what I call my life.~
Thanks internet. And the human need to procreatefind a soulmatemakeoutfind a soulmate. Here, have some gifs that very accurately describe me/my life right at this moment.
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Today I ate salad in hotdog buns because I had no hotdogs and I was hungry and moaned (though not in a sexual way) about accidentally elbowing myself in the space right where my chest becomes my boob because it felt like I had just elbowed myself in the heart and it hurt and I was drinking tea through all of this. How was your day?
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