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. )

Oh my. We appear to have returned to 'commence sweating immediately when one leaves the shower' and 'only dry hair in front of a full-speed fan' weather. Hey, Australia? I hate you. I enjoyed you in the winter months, but I officially loathe you once again.

I am, however, around 20kg lighter this summer, so I'm hoping this helps lessen the pain somehow? Otherwise pfft, it'll all go straight back on in the form of icecream.

And this essay is so very soul-destroying. I long for the days of my fourth Jane Austen essay. Boring, yes, but so much easier. I want to do my NaNo insteeeeead. </whine>

I didn't see every episode of Sideshow when it was originally on the air (dad almost got us tickets but that's a whole other frustrating story), and so only just found this segment on youtube. Gleeeee. Magic, men holding hands, blindfold jokes, and angry/amused/giggly Paul. He's having so much fun! The adorableness just won't quit.



I officially have a first chapter of my novella, and my outline. Due first thing tomorrow, wooo. Then another thing due Wednesday, and so on and so forth. Ugh. Can't wait to sleep in a few weeks. Also apply for jobs. Knowing my luck, I'll send out a resume the first day after uni, and get the job that afternoon. DNW. I like being pathetic and unemployed, damn it. Er, well. I like not freaking out about having to deal with assholes/people. Can I be a dog walker?

( GNW squee as always. )

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. )

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. )

I should be in bed.

Tell me a movie/TV show AND a character or pairing and I will picspam my favourite scene.

Because I don't procrastinate enough.

Also! Writing something set in Australia is actually quite refreshing. I don't have to check and see what weird names every other country in the world uses for simple objects. ie doona. (I'm aware Australian words are probably the weird ones. But seriously. Doona. Duvet sounds like a toilet!) *awaits outrage*

I love Sheldon. He appeared to be broken in the episode on before GNW. Oh Sheldon.

Freaking out, freaking outfreakingout. Once this is finished, I'm done with most of the horrible horrible assignments for the year, thank God, but it may involve some heavy public humiliation before I get to that stage, and uuuurgh.

( In which I use Twilight in a university tutorial for the greater good: )


( The GNW squee I didn't really have time for: )

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. )

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. )

... Prettyyyyyy. I really dig his hair, I must say. If my hairline wasn't so ridiculous, I'd maybe even think about ripping him off. I am, however, getting most of my hair chopped off tomorrow, and going to buy bleach and dye and such, so very exciting. Maaaaaybe getting a DAAS braid left in just for fun. Wish my unfortunate hair luck in this venture!

... No really, pretty! I do in fact adore his brain much more than anything else, but, well, I mean. This.

... I shall now go and attempt to write slash do my essay.

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 )

I love that I have Mondays off. :D

( GNW squee: Once again, I was featured in a Paul rant. )

Also, quickly, I can't get over all the anonymous SPN communities, apparently existing purely for people to bitch about other people in the fandom. How old are we, folks? I'm so glad I'm not really a part of the online fandom, so to speak. Not to mention all the Sam!girls vs Dean!girls ridiculousness. I've not really been a *part* of a lot of online communities really, more watching contentedly from the sidelines, but dear God, are they all like this? LOTR fans seem much more mellow and friendly, and I never saw anything like this in Johnny communities. Maybe it's just that the online 21JS fanbase is quite small; we're all just happy to see other fans out there hehe.

... On that note, Johnny would be happy to cameo in the 21JS movie. Johnny, do you realise it's Jonah Hill in charge here? Mind you, I'm aware he did not have very fond feelings for the show hehe, maybe he finds the whole thing poetic. Can Peter DeLuise play too?

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. )

Things I should not be spending my time doing: #73 Writing Tim/Paul schmoop. Frankly, I feel that it's unhealthy. I do not foresee a happy real-life ending here. (It is slightly easier to imagine this with, oh, say, Jared and Jensen.) And yet I persist.

Jared and Jensen. Why have we stopped with all the public squee, boys? I think my heart skipped a beat when Jared leaned in for the kiss, oh dear. Eee, that video; they're just so... I don't know. Gentle? Comfortable with each other? Maybe slightly giddy also. <3

Also, the tutorial for my extended prose subject has been moved to either a) four hours after the lecture, or b) two days later, on a day I do not have to attend. It is times like these I hate living so far away. Ugh. I may possibly have to hunt down/utilise the library this session.

( Okidoki. Ioki. Great Debate squee: )

Mother came home yesterday with a DVD of super old VHS footage of my brother as a newborn, and a tiny wee me running about and giggling at people. I sounded like a chipmunk. 4yo Emma's comment about the new baby? "I wanted him to be a girl so I could call him Pixie." If only I had known then what I know now. Uh, however, this also means I potentially have the means now to convert another beloved super old VHS to DVD! Can we guess which one? Updates to come.

Just booked GNW tickets for August. :D No, it shall never be enough. Anyway, everyone should be proud of me; this is a fortnightly excuse for me to get out of the house and have a 'night on the town'. Hungry Jacks dinner at 8:30 and home by 10 ;) PLUS PAUL.

Still sick. Sigh. I should maybe be reading Jane Eyre and other uni-related texts. I spent the last two hours watching Dylan Moran dvds. Very helpful. Also, I'm feeling very out of tough with Middle Earthian news; is there some way to see TORN updates on LJ or something lol? I are lazy.

Last assignment is handed in. I'm going to the Good News Week taping tomorrow. To breathe the same air as Paul McDermott. That is all.

There will be details to come. Oh, there will be details.

Oh also, I just found my old Dolly Diary from when I was... fourteen. Filled with "I <3 Lija"s and ridiculous things. BUT Mr February was Jared Padalecki. And left over blutack suggests I COVERED HIS FACE WITH ELIJAH. Ahahah I feel so amused. And slightly guilty. Mostly amused.

Mother has been talking seriously about taking a mother/daughter trip to Melbourne for one of the Green Day shows. Omg.

I have this epic urge to go bushwalking. It's only fun when it's 2*C and cloudy skies and crisp. Also I practically salivate at the smell of smoke/campfires. We went on a trail out near Bondi several years ago and stumbled across a Scouts group cooking damper; zomg I waaant.

Anyway. I'm completely normal. ( New hair, plus GNW squee )

I shall now return to my comparison of the Great Gatsby and Emma (of the Jane Austen Persuasion. Haha get it? Oh, literary jokes.) for my Modernism subject. This comparison does not actually make much sense, but do I care? No. So long as I get a mark of above 50. And if they didn't want me to discuss these texts, they should have said so in the assessment outline.

Sorry, what? How did I miss this? Is there even anything to say about it? I don't think there are words. Carry on, boys! I want to touch Billie's hair.

Script is handed in. Now I have to write my short story, due Thursday morning. I should have started this earlier. But, alas, I am an idiot. And now it's like Paul McDermott meets Drop Dead Fred, but it's too late to change it, so... Tally Ho!

Oh, and ( GNW! ) and also ( Asylum )