chibirhm: (A pretty girl is like a melody.)
Sorry I've been scarce around the Livejournal-y parts this week, y'all. My good buddies crushing depression and relentless unflattering self-examination have reared their heads, and chances are if we have been talking outside of Livejournal it's been either all ME ME ME about various ridiculous things or about my gerbils. For which I apologize. I try not to be, but there are weeks where I am a crappy friend. In order to make up for it, however, I have compiled a list o' happy things which we should all gaze at and go OOH, AH, HAPPY and forget I was ever a douche.

  • Rupert Young (aka, Sir Leon) SINGING MOTHERFUCKING SONDHEIM LIKE A BOSS. Guys. GUYS. I love Sondheim. I don't think you know how much. And Sir Leon singing it! IT IS LIKE ALL MY FAVORITE THINGS MELTING INTO ONE GIANT POT OF AWESOME.


  • Can Tom Hardy stay in LA forever? Because between the Batman t-shirt and the adorable bro-date with Leo to a basketball game (guys, my FAVORITE THING is when co-stars remain BFF), I am just rolling around in all this loveliness like a pig in shit.

  • Because everyone likes pretty, pretty dresses can we discuss this spring's Versace collection? J'ADORE ALMOST EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE DRESSES. If I do not see them on everyone at the Oscars this year, I will be extremely disappoint. Especially the first one. God I love the first one. GET ON IT, STYLISTS.

    Also, remember my fake wardrobe this awards season post? I showed it to my BFF and she was all disparaging of the blue Jason Wu dress I posted like UGH IT'S TOO BORING AND MATRONLY, and then, blammo, check out what Reese is looking fierce in at an Avon event! Does she look boring and matronly? I THINK NOT. Though I still think she should have had some sort of jewelery to pizazz it up. Reese, please have your gays call me for ideas in the future.

  • Fun google searches people have used to find this journal, in alphabetical order:
    and it makes arthur want to stab things
    can cranky gerbils be made nice
    fuzzy little creatures dancing around
    gay guys want to fuck alex o'loughlin
    joseph gordon levitt pretentious hipster (I AM SO UNACCOUNTABLY PROUD OF THIS ONE)
    you girls who post bitchy things about other girls and the one who created that livejournal are the most awful things i ever saw in my life!


  • HERE IS SOME GOOD, PRETENTIOUS MUSIC! First, courtesy of the estimable [ profile] eldritchowl, I have been listening to Kate Nash's Kiss That Grrrl like, NON-STOP FOR 24 HOURS BECAUSE IT IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE, minus the part where the boy is in love with me first. It's more like, I think we have a good thing going, and then I find you are dating/interested in someone else who does not applaud their own farts, and then I feel like a douche. That is bad. But this song is great:

    I also love love love the new She & Him song Don't Look Back, which I swear is not just because Joe posted it on Tumblr. I actually first heard it when Zooey posted it on her Tumblr. ...which actually does not really help me in the being less of a hipster category. The point is, I am fond of this song. Also, can I just say I'm SO EXCITED that Joe and Zooey are all tweeting and tumbling each other all the time? Their bff-ness is, like, the best part of my day every time it happens. THEY HAVE DANCE PARTIES TOGETHER. I cannot even. Ugh, I love those crazy kids. Also, I am appreciating Zooey's presence online because it has lead me to conclude that if she was a real life person who it was possible for me to hang out with, we would be kindred spirits. She too adores TV (SHE LIVETWEETS TOP CHEF), twee things, analyzing old song lyrics and writing parodies about them (I would treat you guys to my rant on the Pina Colada song but its really better when witnessed in person), adores Mindy Kaling... guys, it is honestly like reading the twitter of my other, only slightly more pretentious half. DEAR ZOOEY DESCHANEL, I LOVE YOU FOREVER.

Also, a while back [ profile] i_claudia asked me questions for that meme thingy, so, answers!

1. What was your first pet?
Technically, it was a goldfish from the elementary school May Fair who I named Sunny, but she died in a week. My first long-term pet was another goldfish named Tiger, and he inexplicably lived, like, five years. Even though he made suicide leaps out of his bowl. Twice.

2. Can you list three situations in which a plaid suit would be appropriate?

ONE: Your name is Harold Hill and you are seducing a plucky librarian named Marian. (Crossover with my other extremely short sartorial list entitled TIMES IN WHICH BOWTIES ARE ACCEPTABLE ALTERNATIVES TO REAL TIES.)
TWO: You are over fifty, single, a tenured professor with eight cats, and have lost all hope of ever having sexual intercourse.
THREE: There is some sort of hostage situation that requires you wear it. Said situation must, at the very least, involve a gun pointed at the head of a super-adorable puppy.

3. You can pick one fictional person and one real person (from any period of history etc etc) to spend an afternoon with. Where do you go and what do you do/what do you talk about?
SHOOT ME IN THE HEART WHY DON'T YOU. I definitely want to take a tour of Hogwarts with Albus Dumbledore, so that's the fictional part taken care of. Who I would take I think probably depends on who bribes me the best. I WISH I COULD TAKE YOU ALL, MES AMIS.

4. You are running for President of the US of A. What is your campaign slogan?
SOMETIMES SOCIALISM IS AWESOME! I would lose in a landslide. But by God, it would be worth it.

5. If you were reincarnated as anyone/anything, what/who would you be reincarnated as?
A highly beloved dog who was intelligent enough to be trained to use the toilet so I didn't have to go outside, like, in the middle of a blizzard to shit. Best. Life. Ever.

ANYWAYS, how are all of y'all? Please leave your messages/life stories after the beep. If I am too busy writing my Bones article today, my gerbils will be happy to take your message, eeble at you, and then nibble at your knuckles.

chibirhm: (Another day in the Bartlett White House.)
Ugh, time to kill until work. I should be writing this short essay that I've been working on that actually has some promise, except I'm too bored to write. Have I mentioned Too Bored To Write feeling before? BECAUSE IT IS THE WORST AND I HATE IT. SO! I am now going to share with you the mishmash of links I have acquired, and you're going to entertain me in my comments section, and you will enjoy it, goddamn.

Excellent spam! Includes pretty dresses, memes, and a kitten and a puppy in love with each other. )
chibirhm: (Are you my destiny?)


So I spent all week while I was watching television doing that fancy type of pumpkin carving where you use carving tools to only go like halfway through the pumpkin and you can make pretty patterns. All week! Because my pumpkin turned out to be really unexpectedly thick! I got blisters and calluses! And then today when I went to finish my pumpkin smelled so bad I gagged a little. Like, it got REALLY REALLY MOLDY overnight. Sigh. The things we suffer through for art! Luckily we had these cute little pumpkin-like gourds that were about four inches in diameter total that I made in under an hour. I have named them Edgar and Jasper, respectively. Aren't they adoooorable? Alas, in under a week they, too, will make me vomit in my mouth a little if I cuddle them close.

Anyway, the trick-or-treaters have come and gone (a girl came as Quinn and got so excited when I complimented her! That's right, kids, I'm the cool one you should all try to be like), and Milky Ways proved to be strangely unpopular this year. Which is a shame, because I don't really like Milky Ways. And I'm bored while I'm taking Merlin screencaps for my little rant-n-rave, so, a slightly late meme stolen from [ profile] dollsome!

In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door'. Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words about why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more "houses" to visit the more fun it'll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!
chibirhm: (Redheads do it best.)
Good News!: There was a guy who looked like a slightly smaller-lipped Tom Hardy on the T on my way home from class.
Bad News!: He was a total jackass super-blonde prepster who littered and was using the bars you hold on to during rush hour as monkey bars. Why did you have to be a tool, Not-Tom-Hardy? You had all that potential, and you wasted it. Or maybe you were just wasted.


Anyway! People asked for pictures, so! Pictures! I may or may not have spent the entire time I was resizing and posting these with this as my soundtrack.

What do you mean, it's not cool to have this in your top five movies of all time? It's kind of the greatest ever.

Home, gerbil, and mostly my clothes. )

Edit: I make no bones about the fact that, as utterly stupid as I think it is, I read mean_merlin. I've found I like to be abreast (that word will never not make me giggle because I'm twelve) of what direction the crazy is taken, especially since they decided I was Kind Of A Big Deal. (This still cracks me up. Only on the internet would I ever be "a big deal". I have many leatherbound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany!) Anyway, every night, a few hours before I go to bed (enough time for crazy to happen, not too close to bedtime that if something makes me irritated I'll be up half the night huffing over it) I read what the cool haps are in Crazyville, and then I sigh over the educational system, and then I feel the need to send everyone Emily Post books. Me. Feeling that need. Me. The girl who says "nice one" after someone farts and then rates it out of ten like it's an Olympic event. Oh, internet. I love you, but you crazy.

Anyhoo, I went today and what should I find but a nice super-long discussion on the mean meme about my sex life. Now, granted, 50% of it was a) about STDs and b) so laughable I had to stuff my knuckles in my mouth not to wake people while I read it. But still, you dislike me! You really dislike me! (And thank you, anon, I agree, Colin and I would make an adorable couple. We could have socially awkward, reclusive babies with giant blue eyes who prefer books to people. It'd be great. If only I could shake that nagging feeling he was gay. Also, the Atlantic Ocean would have to dry up, but these are only minor details in the course of true love, of course.)

Now, I've learned my lesson and I never respond directly to stuff on the mean meme unless it in some way, I feel, will effect my job or is toeing the line of harassment, so I know better than to answer questions there and in great detail, in spite of my nagging urge to do so. Instead, I will say this, and this is my final word on the state of my vagina. Because, apparently, this is worth like (at least) forty odd comments and wasting a night discussing, and while I have no delusions that me actually stating the facts of the matter will do anything, let's pretend it will. It'll at least make me feel better about the whole thing.

Hello, members of the mean meme. What's up? My name is Julia, I'm almost 22, and I'm a virgin. I don't particularly care about other people's states of virginity, and I fully encourage people to have sex as much and as often as they want, so long as I am not forced to watch it. Yes, I have had people who have expressed interest in going out with/having sex with me, but generally they were either complete jackholes, not familiar with the concept of personal hygiene, guys who liked to harass me into incoherent anger as a form of flirtation (which, shockingly, I don't find turns me on), or glue sniffers. My most ardent paramour in high school was a combination of all of the above. He was special. Considering this, I feel my personal decision to preserve the state of my hymen to be a generally wise one. Thank you for your time and interest in my lady bits. Have a nice day.

P.S. As for the sub-thread on if I masturbate or not - ew. Guys, I'm aware you specialize in no boundaries, and I specialize in no boundaries, but I'm calling boundaries on this one. Whether I do or do not do the do on my doo-dad is nobody's business. In fact, it's skeevy.

I repeat, ew.
chibirhm: (She's like so whatever.)
Because I've missed a lot of these, and because [ profile] lamardeuse is a whiner and because people love picture memes, PICTURE MEME TIME. Everyone give me a few things you want me to take pictures of and I will!

Warning, though, I don't have my own room, so don't ask me for pictures of my room. It's a long story. But anything else within the realms of propriety!
chibirhm: (Barking up the wrong lesbian.)

So remember when I said I wasn't coming back to update LJ? I lied. Oh, I lied like a rug. Granted, it was almost two yeas ago so for two years, I wasn't lying! And I'm still not lying when I say I'm too busy blogging to write anything of actual importance or with any sort of frequency, but you know what I miss? Fandom. Discussing my stupid feelings on stuff that's mostly dumb. Memes. General bullshittery. Sometimes I have unprofessional, bullshit sorts of thoughts, okay!

Now I know a bunch of you know my real name and about my real life blogging, but I'd appreciate if you endeavored to keep this stuff separate from that. I compartmentalize as best I can in my own life and try not to mix the two, though sometimes, inevitably, they cross. You know what I'm talking about. The point is, while it happens, I'd rather it not happen all the time. If I post about something personal, it'll be friends-locked, and what goes in friends-lock stays in friends-lock.

So, to recap!

1. I blog about serious stuff, but not here.
2. This is not a srstimes place.
3. I am not a srstimes person ever, but especially not here.
4. Please don't make me be srstimes. I won't like it. You won't like it. It'll upset my gerbil. You don't want to upset my gerbil.
5. Sometimes I just want to talk about the fact that Colin Morgan is made of kittens and rainbows and omg wasn't 30 Rock awesome tonight and then I want to smash my keyboard and write a lot of exclamation points and have people write exclamation points back at me. I don't think that's so much to ask.

And I feel there is no better time to get us into the swing of things by doing that DON'T PUT ON MAKEUP JUST TAKE A PICTURE meme.

Look I'm sorry but the lighting is shitty. )

So, uh, yeah. That's my triumphant return. Pellet me with memes! Or questions you want answered! Or... whatever!

God, LJ, I missed you. Let's never break up again.
chibirhm: (I am going to do something very bold.)
So I saw this meme from [ profile] adinfinitum that went something like this:
Think of your favorite celebrity, the one who makes music sound better, movies and television brighter, the one you'd dash to the ends of the earth for if it meant you could save yourself from ever having to go a second without their magic. Then post your favorite 15ish photos of him/her! Your favorites of your favorite!

And god, if you didn't know where this would lead me, I'm ashamed to know you.

chibirhm: (Default)
1. Grab the nearest book (no textbooks or journals)
2. Open the book to page 123.
4. Find the 5th sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal...along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you

"A few seconds later, so close to the boat I could have leaned down and grabed it, a large sea turtle appeared, a hawksbill, flippers lazily turning, head sticking out of the water."

- From The Life of Pi, Which I think my mom is reading. There were actually a bunch in a pile, but the only one I knew was The Life of Pi, and it's one of my favorite books too. It's so gosh-darn cute. It's the kind of adult book I like, complex without sex or violence or really upsetting things, and deep enough to be gripping. I'm extremely non-discriminate when it comes to children's books, but in general I dislike "serious" books. I read books to escape, not to be put in worlds and worlds of pain.

Anyways! I am finally posting my thoughts on Veronica Mars, and while I'm at it, I feel I should seduce all of you to the dark side to catch up when it is renewed for Season 3. Not if. There are no ifs in my world. So. Pretty!

Veronica Mars is prettier than me. )

And for my next trick, thoughts on Happy Go Lucky, now with bonus pictures because I was late in doing this.

Happy Go Lucky. Now with 100% More Images from concentrate! )

Oh, and I also took the SATs today, but clearly that was not important.
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