Oh, woe is me. University tomorrow. I just passed a month of procrastination, sleep ins (mostly) and job interviews. Possibly I should have tried harder with that last thing. I wish I'd tried harder at reading my book list. My lecturer is not a very forgiving person. I'm slightly terrified of her. Ahh well.

Hearing excellent things about the season four gag reel for Supernatural. In fact, even saw a few minutes of blurry footage. :) Heeee, I'm glad the on-set boytouching and general gay has not eased off any.

Also, speaking of boytouching and general gay, that M*A*S*H* show: giggling and falling-into-each-other!laughter, belly poking and hand holding, tucking each other into bed, knitting on the same cot, petnames, conjugal visits, protecting from angry patients/generals/north koreans, crying onto shoulders, naked hugging, singing in the shower, mother-henning over injuries and emotional stress, sharing soap in the shower, sharing story-telling duty with wee children, ridiculous smiles, bad-porno dialogue and flirting, and whatever else happened in the other 8 seasons I've not watched in a year or so.

Now to more wonderfulness and gay. ( Good News Weeeeek. )

I had forgotten how amazingly slashy Hawkeye and BJ were. I spent last night watching a large splice of my M*A*S*H* boxset, trying to keep awake to see Sideshow. (Also, on that note, Paul gets away with so much because of his smile, I swear.)

Oh, Beej/Hawk. So in love. It's actually quite surprising. Every scene they had together was like... fireworks. Didn't people notice this? I'm quite convinced that BJ moved to Maine after the war and lived happily ever after with Dr Pierce. Oh... I love that show.

Johnny as the Mad Hatter: I predict much squeeing. So flamboyant. So... heeee.

... I want a rabbit. I would prefer a dog but I doubt that will ever happen for a rather long time. I actually befriended a wee rabbit today. He followed me around his cage and chewed at my hair and was oh so adorable. Sigh. I should have just smuggled him home.

And also, because I've hardly written anything during the holidays... Except for some ridiculous Mikey/Paul and DAAS schmoop that will probably never see the light of... internet.

PROMPT ME: Pick one of my icons here and I'll write you a drabble based on said icon.

I may or may not have just cried at a certain scene in a certain episode of Supernatural that I absolutely have not seen yet... (okay, but not all of it...), and am inspired. I bring you:

( Emma's Picspam of Boys Crying or Otherwise Experiencing Trauma Slash Emotional Distress, and Also Just Scenes That Made Emma Cry. )

It just took me three hours to do my flist. The mind boggles.

Alright, so, drama of the week. I applied for special consideration for my philosophy exam (as I'd been sick for the four days leading up to it and had not studied), and sent in my medical stuff, HOWEVER, they called me back saying mum had sent in copies, and they needed the official ones. So I need to get them the originals before they can make up their mind about whether or not I can do the exam at some other date, or if I've just failed my course. ... Fun. I'm a bit terrified they'll actually be like, yeah that's fine, come do it Monday afternoon. Please God no. I still haven't studied. Did I mention I hate philosophy?

Jensen and Jared go to bars and buddy up when they go to the bathroom. :D Oh, these boys. Seriously, the glee.

Charles Winchester (M*A*S*H*) was in Frasier! Ahah! The delicious irony. I squee'd.

Other than that, neh. I need a job, preferrably with no customer interaction, and my hair is soon to be re-Billie-fied, and blue'd, in homage to Priestly. Huzzah! Also my father is going to NZ in a month or so and refuses to take photos when he goes through about four LOTR spots, and I kinda hate him a wee bit for that.