a) I've been ridiculously fidgety and unsettled for the last few days also, argh. I suspect the heat is a large factor, and there was the recent attack of several cockroaches and a family of moths, and just other stuff. I haven't even tried to write anything in... idk, a week, because it's just too hot and I just can't focus long enough. *headdesk*

b) ( Pardon my self loathing. )

c) ( The Sauce Bottle squee. )

1) Wil Anderson's doing a signing in the city this Wednesday, and considering the rather large crush I had on him back in the day, possibly I'll end up going to that... idk. Maybe. I am rather broke though. *ponders*
2) Candide for the Sydney Festival in January includes Paul McDermott as Pangloss, and it's free, so uh. Yes, chances are I may mosey my way over to that and freak out a bit. Opera = singing. I are clevr. (How early would one have to get to the Domain in order to be able to see, like, anything? Jesus.)
3) In regards to Danneel/Jensen... eh. Haha even with this news, I'm still a bit 'there's no waaaaay he's into girls, what the hell?' *happily continues to blank out probable reality* Also, why do they do these things right before Cons? Gee, that's gonna be fun for them all.

( GNW squee )

Why is it that whenever I (or anyone else, judging by the internet searches) ask about good jobs for shy people/people with social anxiety, the immediate response is along the lines of 'suck it up and just get whatever job you can find'? Um, helpful? I used to have to walk up and down the back street by the video store and psyche myself up for five minutes before I could even go inside. It made me feel sick, just ironing the shirt. I do understand that this is weird, and a problem, but while I'm at university at least, surely I can just take the less-stressful road and look around for a job that won't start me back down the panic-attack road? At least I'm attempting to find a job?

Also, I mean, it's obviously not why I want to be a writer; I love writing, it's my life. But I think I've probably been writing for most of my life because it's the only way I can confidently communicate. I have verbal dyslexia, I swear. I cannot speak to save my life, even when I'm just with good friends. And I'm the most socially awkward person in the entire world, and I'm sure I just come off as plain rude most of the time, instead of painfully shy, so just... let me have a antisocial job, okay? Please? Where can I find one? My skills include typing and procrastination. Good fast typist. Unconventional method, but fast. Can I be a typist? Oh please?

( I did that thing today where I go into the city and watch a couple of my heroes wander around and hug and be adorable and funny and stuff. )

I am officially finished with my degree for the year. *dances exhaustedly* I even finished and handed in the essay before other people had gotten half way to the word limit. I mean, WHAT. Is this the Twilight Zone? I finished before 4am the day of an assignment? Aaaand I am rather beind, having started late, but I'm at 5000/50000 for NaNo, wooooo.

Also procrastinated happily with parts an old GNW debate, 'Always Look On The Bright Side', including some parts I hadn't seen before, yay. Exampllleees:
Corinne teases and licks Paul.
Paul is a sexy reindeer, and also Satan. (Stiiill not sure how this made it on telly XD Satan/Rudolph OTP?)
Paul paints Satan all over the set and acts generally insane. Most terrifying ten minutes of TV ever, y/n?
Paul/Mikey cheek kissing.

They kiss a lot. You know what I need? That special they did together ages ago. Also for them to like, release a CD or DVD of their radio show. I used to listen to it all the time with dad, but clearly didn't appreciate it as much when I was... eightish. And Sandy's voice used to drive me up the wall.

OH, you know what else I did today? Bent one of my longish fingernails (I bite them, they're all uneven, I blame Elijah Wood) in half, and blood spurted out. YEAH, OUCH.

( Live SPN Squee. All caps, all the time. )

Okay, so, I think I have such a hard time reading/rarely read LOTR fic for two reasons.

a) I generally flock towards things that are largely (if not entirely) Peregrin-oriented, and apparently for some reason not every fic in the world revolves around him.
b) I don't read het. I just can't, okay? I'm a freak, I know I am. All out straight romances RUIN things for me, minus like, Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan movies, Fry/Leela, and Joel/Maggie from NX And I have spent the last *ponders* eight/nine years thinking of hobbits (especially Pippin) as lacking in genitalia.

Which leaves a small amount of gen. Which I do enjoy greatly, but there doesn't appear to be a huge amount of it. But it occurs to me, (finally, after said eight/nine years) that it may be time to square with the fact that Pippin probably did have boy-parts, and may possibly have wanted to use them (when he came of age obvs). I think it may be time to peek into the apparently quite well-hidden world of LOTR slash. After my thesis is done.

And also I may have signed up for NaNo. *headdesk*

( GNW squeeeeee. )

And um, hey, also, ( Pertaining to J2, 'girlfriends', and a teeny tiny spoiler for 5x08: )

I won a Dog (Footrot Flats) plushie on eBay! *gleeee* You may now all feel jealous.

It was actually a struggle to find people to come to Good News Week today. I mean, hi, free spare tickets to a tv show taping with a bunch of pretty funny people? No takers? In the end my mum tagged along hehe. I'm ever so proud that she didn't stand up and loudly protest at the rude jokes.

( Taping squee and assignment panic, as usual. )

Stupid... womb... *glares at stomach* Diet has officially started back today, on the day I most need chocolate, damn it! But I have been good. I even went for a walk. Possibly a stupid idea in hindsight, but I'm sure the legs appreciated it.

It's starting to get really really hot again. Why do I live in this country.

Also, probably should have been trying to get large amounts of assignment done, but instead read beloved old Jared/Jensen fic and was fangirly, and maybe watched A Bug's Life again. I need more Jared/Jensen public gay in my life. I have to admit I'm kinda glad they aren't coming back to Australia next year, because I will already be very broke. On the other hand, they possibly would have been thrust upon GNW as cross-promotion, and I would have squealed. A lot. (And possibly begged and pleaded someone to let me go hug them? To no avail I'm sure, but still.) Nngh, J2 on opposing teams and snarking and such. Why, God, why have you not made this happen? Think of the gay that would come from such a show. I hear even Mikey was ogling Jensen when he was on last time hehe. (Understandable.)

Er yes. ( Good News Week squee, as per usual. )

Not-at-all-productive things I did today:
- watched youtube clips of border collies 'talking'
- watched youtube clips of pet foxes
- played something incredibly boring yet addictive on the Wii
- chased the cat around the house
- searched for houses with big backyards with online real estate sites
- pondered the possibilities of DomLijah. Just because.

Things I should have been doing:
- cleaning my room
- coming up with one page/first page of my novella. This is due tomorrow. I think.
- not naming and daydreaming about hypothetical dogs. (Pippin is still the winning name.)

Also, my nearly-sixteen-year-old brother is apparently incapable of turning the chicken and waiting for it to cook without my supervision. If I didn't want Pokemon Snap on the Wii so badly, he'd not be getting a birthday present, damn it.

( A few happy things about GNW, of course. )

Drove down to Kiama and then Berry with the mother and the UK!mother today. Actually very lovely day hehe. Poked around in itty bitty shops, had chips on a deserted beach, and got befriended by an adorable horse in Berry. I named him Strider. I love that area of the world; beach and country so close together. (Mother and UK!mother are looking to maybe find/buy/rent a house down there. I could have a dog. omg.)

I am not a lamb eater, like, really, but I have to say the roast downstairs smells pretty awesome. I may also have overdosed on chocolate and junk food lately, so. Points start again tomorrow. As well as my frantic workshop piece for Tuesday, because thus far I have... one sentence :)

( GNW taping squee. )

Eww, university tomorrow. It's my least favourite day of the week lol; the one with all the ridiculous group activities and forced socialization. I just want to be a hermit, damn it ):

But look look look, fun GNW videos.

(Also. I am officially planning to indulge in Doctor Who and Torchwood during the holidays, and will probably be a hermit over the long horrible summer period. Please say there's lots of snow in these shows?)

( I should be doing readings right now. )

Slept on the couch yet again. Becoming quite sleep deprived. Especially as the household kept me up til 2am this morning, and later admitted to thinking the drunkest member should maybe drive home. And now they're mad at me for not thinking their antics are hilarious. Do I really have to be the adult one around people in their 40s? I really am Saffy.

Had dad's house to myself on Saturday night, so curled up in front of their huge flatscreen TV and watched The Emperor's New Groove and the DAAS DVD. Tim and Paul are ridiculous, seriously. So smiley and touchy-feely and in love. Also GNW on the big screen is so prettyyy. I love the Saturday replays :) When dad and his partner got home, she saw the DAAS DVD and was all, omg! I remember them! They were on that Big Gig thing! Hehe yeees.

Aaaand uni tomorrow Wednesday! Yay for cancellations! But sigh. My break went past so quickly! Though I'm not even feeling very rushed; most of my assignments are out of the way, and 2/3 of the ones left are fun writey ones :)

... I need to stop chewing on my sleeve.

Righteo, ( tonight's GNW squee. )

We have a friend from the UK staying with us, so I am about to embark upon a month of sharing my room with my mother, and sleeping on a mattress that is clearly the spawn of Satan. \o/

And of course just missed most of GNW because, I adore them, obviously, but mum and said UK friend are the loudest people in the entire universe. I did enjoy the promo before hand which featured everyone on stage near the camera, with Paul shouldering Mikey and announcing that it's what goes on beneath the desks that is important. Oh really? And also, 'Don't make me come in there and getcha! *clawy hands* Raaawwr...' ... *squees quietly*

( I did see... )

So hey, Kanye? Classy! Haha, what the Hell was that?

I'll be honest and say that I think that particular film clip of hers is ridiculous. I thought it was cute up until the ending. Seriously, great message there. (I have similar complaints for 10 Inch Hero. Really. What?) But that was like watching Kanye stomp up and down on a tiny happy friendly puppy! Andrew G has been taken down from the top of my list of 'Yay, We Have No Class' people.

But yay for Green Day! :D

( J2 squee and GNW squee )

Truly excellent weekend :) It was most non-heinous.

Friday night: ( Supernatural 5x01, nothing spoilery, and Avenue Q )

Saturday: ( More Paul interactions. I love Saturdays. )

Oh my God, this essay on Dada crap is driving me insane. It's due Wednesday, and I'm at uni for most of tomorrow. *wails* I hate it. Interesting looking at the similarities with DAAS though. Who knows what the Auras of Art are? Well, I know they're creation, authenticity, and ritual, but I missed that class; SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN THEM TO ME.

Also, hehe twitter. I love searching for, like, Paul or Mikey, and reading the ridiculous comments. My all time favourite was "Paul McDermott is so not funny, he's a stupid quer." I dunno what a quer is, but I suspect it's something only people with precious few brain cells are capable of seeing. Also one today about "Mikey Robins being so homophobic." :/ Somehow I doubt it?

Aaaand attempting to make a decent animation of some particularly sordid Paul/Audience Member gay from Live in New York; possibly in a week or so when my imminent five assessments are over with. This was my first attempt. *stares* He's like a floppy little ragdoll. Giant!audience!man just picks him up like he weighs nothing lol.

Oh oh oh, and Jared and Jensen still live together :D Didn't I tell y'all?

( GNW squee. )

My weekend. By Emma.

( Lesbian Michael Jackson Night at a club )


( GNW taping squee )

Essay: Almost done...! Editing: ... ehhh, more or less done! Yay! *dances*

I see that Mr Timmy Ferguson is teaching a Writing for Comedy course down in Melbourne next month... Ahhhhh I would have been so tempted to sign on to that. It's only like, four lectures, each held on consecutive weekends... On the one hand, I need to not go completely bankrupt and I suspect this would have meant that. I also would have never slept, basically. But but but ahhhhh. *goes back to editing bitterly*

... Could Paul McDermott run a creative writing course? Please?

( But anyway, quickly, GNW squee. )

Summer is approaching. ): Nooo, run awaaay. Thinking back to the joy of last summer; of getting out of a cold shower and promptly beginning to sweat once again. I like one thing about summer; sitting outside at 7/8 pm when it's still light and halfway to being a decent temperature, when there's a nice breeze and a barbecue sizzling away happily.

That is it. There is nothing else pleasant about an Australian summer.

Ugh, I am stressing the hell ooout. ( Whine, whine. )

But huzzah for de-stress in the form of ( GNW )

Once again, thank God I have Monday’s off. I at least have an extra day to try and come up with thoughts for my ‘spontaneous speech’ on Tuesday. Ugh. But first:

( GNW taping squee, and epic fail on my part )

( 8 Random Things About Me )


Blah, sickness. It's time I got started on my assignments. But I spent the day screencapping, as one does when one has many assignments to do.

Link to 101 caps of Paul McDermott from Strictly Dancing. Also some of a same-sex couple. Who rocked, frankly. And also a link to 111 caps from Old old GNW episodes.. ( Samples of Pretteh )