You and I will escape to the seaside

HA HA HA

Fri, 15 May 2009 12:26:12 GMT

OMG HOW AWFUL I LOVE HIM.

A stolen .gif courtesy of pinto_fic

Thu, 14 May 2009 18:47:01 GMT

I'm off to work. BUT LOOK LOOK HOW CAN I WORK WITH STUFF LIKE THIS ON THE INTERNET.

I DON'T WANNA GO. I WANT TO LOOK AT THEM ALLLL DAY.

Fic: Let's Not Make This Awkward, OK? (Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto RPS)

Thu, 14 May 2009 03:25:50 GMT

Title: Let's Not Make This Awkward, OK?
Pairing: Chris Pine/ Zachary Quinto
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2130
Disclaimer: Not true. I'm a perv.
Summary: Silly fluff. Zachary doesn't like the word 'bromance'.

A/N: Quick and unbeta'd. Any corrections or concrit is welcomed, but I don't take this too seriously. I just had to get this out of my brain because AH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Basically this is set sometime in between all those hilarious (and freaking addicting) video interviews they were doing. So they're at some hotel. Somewhere.

---

Zach was the sort of person who really enjoyed his privacy.

It wasn’t that he was shy, really. It wasn’t about shyness of any sort. He was just quiet. He liked his own space. Because really, what business did other people have knowing about the intricate details of his personal life? He just didn’t see how it mattered.

This was part of the reason he found the relentless interviews and press junkets and conventions and all that other publicity nonsense to be so damn tiring. He wasn’t one to complain, of course, especially when he had felt so fortunate for the sudden bit of luck he had been having career wise. Still, being thrust into the public eye lately just wasn’t really his thing.

All things considered though, he thought he had been handling things fairly well. He had been relaxed and patient and putting up with repeating and rehashing the same old answers to the same tired questions. He had even had a good amount of fun with it, which really surprised him. Dealing with the damn near endless publicity hadn’t been so bad with Chris around.

Ah, Chris. Mr. Chris Pine is where all the trouble started. And really, he should have known that actually enjoying himself for once wouldn’t lead to anything but trouble.

---

“Another interviewer asked about you today.”

Zach spoke in the general direction of the small table in which Chris was scanning over a local newspaper.

“Mm,” Was the disinterested response. Zach finished untying his shoe and chucked it at his lounging friend.

“Hey. You. I don’t appreciate your… heedlessness.”

Chris dipped the corner of the paper so an arched eyebrow was visible. “Heedlessness? That’s all you got? I’ve heard better.” His eyes returned to his paper. “I said ‘mm’,” he mumbled, as if that should be the end of the matter.

“Okay, yes. Anyway, the word ‘bromance’ came up again. It’s been tossed around a lot lately.”

“Bromances are all the rage, apparently.” Chris was still flipping casually through the paper, not even bothering to look up.

“Yes.”

Zach stood staring at his friend, willing him to look up from the goddamn paper that he probably wasn’t even reading.

Silence. Annoyed huff. Page flip.

“Doesn’t it annoy you?” Zach asked in a rushed, higher than usual tone. “Doesn’t it bother you that the media is practically calling us a couple?”

“Aw, man, I’m hurt that you don’t want me as your man-wife.”

“I’m glad you admit that you’d be the wife. But hey, no, that’s not…I mean…” Zach trailed off, scratching the back of his neck in thought. He couldn’t seem to phrase it properly. It didn’t help that Chris wasn’t even listening to him. “I was just thinking, isn’t it a shame that two guys can’t be friends without the media distorting it as something more? Just because you love a guy doesn’t mean you’re secretly masturbating to thoughts of him in the shower.” He let out a short laugh. “Or something,” he finished lamely.

Chris was still immersed in the newspaper in front of him. If anything, he seemed to have brought it up even higher, completely blocking his face from Zach’s view.

“Yeah. Listen did you want to get something to eat from that restaurant they have downstairs or do you want to go adventuring and search for something around the area?”

Zach’s head tilted to the side in frustration. “Come on, man. I’m complaining about the evil press and their malignant hold on society and how it’s skewing human relationships here. You always love to bitch about the media with me.” He cupped his hands together innocently and pouted his lips. “Please. Please bitch about the media with me.”

Chris rolled his eyes and finally set down the paper. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Damn reporters cracking jokes about us. The nerve they have!” He stood suddenly and punched the air dramatically. “We’re actors! We deserve respect! Now let’s get us some fucking food.”

Zach laughed, shrugging off the confusing nervousness he had felt a moment before. “Aw, come on. I just took off my shoes.”

Chris was already halfway out the door, grabbing the room key off the nightstand. “Shoes? Shoes are for commoners. We are above shoes!”

“Now you’re just…man, you’re not even making sense anymore.”

“Got a little carried away, didn’t I?”

“Yes. Yes you did.” Zach shoved his shoes back on, twisting awkwardly until he felt his foot fall into place, and followed Chris out the door.

---

Zach wasn’t being honest with himself when he wouldn’t admit to why the ‘bromance’ questions bothered him. He knew. He knew exactly why. He knew that sometimes he felt a little too comfortable invading his close friend’s personal space.

It just could be so… nice. He had met so very few people in life that really ‘clicked’ with him the way Chris did. He could have intelligent discussions with the guy, and then be laughing his ass off the next second. It was better with him around.

Everything about Chris just seems to radiate comfort. He just wants a little piece of that comfort, that’s all.

And yes, he does know how strange that sounds, thank you very much.

That’s why it's getting to him lately. That’s why he keeps trying to bring it up in conversation, as casually as possible. (Which isn’t very casually at all, as it turns out.)

He needs to know if Chris feels anything similar to what has been burrowing its way into his brain for the last few months. He just wants some kind of sign that he isn’t completely pathetic and making a big deal out of a simple friendship.

But he couldn’t be completely crazy, right? People don’t just feel amazing, unparalleled connections and not think about something more. Right?

Wrong. He had to be wrong. Every single time Zach brought it up--even hinted at it, for Christ sake--Chris would remain oblivious. Just sit there, being all carefree and Chris-like. He was tired of it.

One of these days, he was going to do something about it. One of these days.

Or, you know, he could just do nothing. Yeah, that’s probably the best option.

---

The sound of their drunken laughter echoed through the hotel hall as they stepped off the elevator onto their floor.

“And then you, you, dude,” Chris jabbed his pointer finger into his companion’s chest, “You completely tripped over her little-rat dog. You nearly killed that girl’s hideous puppy half-breed.”

Zach was laughing so hard he could hardly catch his breath, leaning on Chris’s shoulder because he didn’t have the strength to laugh and stand simultaneously.

“I know, I know! I literally was this close to being like, ‘Sorry, but I did sign an autograph for you. You owe me the life of your dog.”

“First the Chihuahua, then the world!” Chris laughed in agreement. “Oh, Zach, man,” He pulled his friend to a stop, still managing to keep his arms loosely held around Zach’s shoulder. “I think this is my room.”

“So it is, so it is,” Zach agreed absently. He was feeling kind of off again, sort of in an odd, tingling way. He must have had a few more beers than he thought.

“Well…” Chris tapped his fingers playfully on his friend’s shoulders. “I’m feeling pretty awake. And I’m pretty sure there’s a mini-fridge full of overpriced alcohol with our names on it.”

Zach grinned. Chris was still tapping out a rhythm less beat on his shoulder, and Zach could smell the thick aftertaste of beer coming from his friend’s mouth. A mouth that looked very close, with a tongue that quickly darted out to wet very pretty lips. All things that he found fascinating, for some reason.

“Well?” Chris waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Sound enticing?”

Zach felt a sudden rush of warmth, and he let out a short laugh that may or may not have been an excuse to break eye contact. “Very enticing.”

Chris swiped the room key through the electronic lock and opened the door when the light flashed green. Zach trailed closely behind him, squinting his eyes to try and see through the darkness.

“Hey man, why don’t you turn on the li-oh!” Zach was cut short by Chris suddenly grabbing him by the side and shoving him back to the closed door. “Hey, what the hell? What are-”

“Just…” Chris interrupted in a harsh whisper. His eyes scanned over Zach’s face in the dark, his usually light eyes dilated in the black of the room. He sighed, voice softening. “Just shut up for a second, okay?”

Zach had his lips parted as if to speak, but he stayed silent. Zach was feeling the heat from Chris’s body, and he had to admit it felt nice to be so close to him. Kind of like how he always found himself leaning into Chris wherever they were, but even closer, even better. He lowered his head slightly and raised a questioning eyebrow.

Chris smiled. “Thanks. This won’t take long.”

That caught Zach off guard. “What won’t take long?” He was painfully aware that Chris could probably feel his heart beating. It seemed to be going at an unusually fast pace at the moment.

“Hey. I said quiet, you.” Chris said, sounding more amused than annoyed. “I just want to try something.” He paused, tongue playing on his lips. “I just… I need to know.”

Chris’s eyes scanned over Zach’s face carefully for another long moment. When he met Zach’s gaze again, his eyes looked almost completely black, all trace of the striking blue hidden by the darkened room. There was a seriousness there that Zach wasn’t used to, one that made his breath hitch without him even realizing.

Very slowly, Chris leaned in to Zach even more, pushing his body fully against his. One hand rested on the door, and the other was pressed onto Zach’s chest, pulling him down to his height and willing him closer. Zach felt his heartbeat in his fingertips, his mouth completely dry, and his eyes widening against his will as he thought, oh god.

Chris hesitated. He stopped just short of Zach’s mouth, their breath meeting together and heating each other’s lips. Chris cocked his head slightly, a sly smile threatening the corners of his mouth. His eyes flashed from Zach’s lips to his eyes, and then back down. He positioned his mouth in an attempt to get closer to Zach’s ear, but his lips ended up lightly brushing against Zach’s cheek.

“Tell me to stop,” he said barely above a whisper. Zach shivered.

Chris licked his lips, breathing gently into Zach’s cheek. When Zach didn’t answer, he lowered his head. Chris felt the muscles in Zach's throat move as he swallowed hard. Chris nibbled lightly on his neck, creating a trail of half-kisses. Chris shifted slightly and repositioned his hands and he made his way down Zach’s chest, hands tugging at the hips of his pants and finding their way back up his shirt.

Zach gasped at the contact. “Chris! I…”

Chris’s hands immediately stilled as he looked up questioningly.

“I…um.” Zach attempted to catch his breath. Which, really, he didn’t remember the last time he had this much trouble breathing.

Chris’s face broke into a large grin at Zach’s fumbling words. “I think, well,” Zach started again, “I mean, I…” He trailed off. Chris was giving him that I’m-so-amused-at-how-much-of-child-you-are look. Zach frowned. “Oh, fuck it.” He grabbed Chris by the shirt and drew him in for a hard, messy kiss. He could feel Chris’s shock at his sudden boldness, and he felt an indescribable rush when Chris relaxed into him. Chris’s arms trailed up his chest and wrapped around him, and he felt himself melting at the touch.

Everything about it just felt right. Everything about him just felt right. The wet, forceful feel of his lips, the hungry, roaming hands, and how everything between them felt like a fire of skin against skin. Zach felt himself arching off the door into Chris, and Chris responded with an appreciative groan.

He had never felt intensity like this, never felt a spark that made him burn quite like he felt now. He knew it was cheesy, and yes, his inner cynic might have been rolling his eyes. Might have been, that is, if he hadn’t been so preoccupied at the moment.

Later on in the evening, after many broken moans and bitten back swears and whispered names, Chris smiled happily to himself. Tracing a lazy path down Zach’s navel with his fingers and tapping out staccato beats on his skin, Chris spoke: “You know, this is all very bromantic.”

A beat.

“I hate you. I hate you so very, very much.”

----

House 4x11 Frozen

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 05:29:55 GMT

SO MUCH LOVE FOR THIS EPISODE. MY BRAIN IS PERMANENTLY STUCK IN CAPS.

SQUEEEE & DOUBLE AMOUNTS OF SQUEEE FOR TUESDAY. I'M SORRY I EVER DOUBTED YOU, YOU BEAUTIFUL SHOW YOU.

XD

House 4x10: It's a Wonderful Lie

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 17:44:27 GMT

Oh, Thirteen. Why do you make me hate you?
I have tried--honestly, I really have!--to not jump on the 'Thirteen Sucks' bandwagon, but I'm afraid it looks unavoidable.
Cameron couldn't pull off being Cameron. Thirteen just makes an ass out of herself.

Oh, Generic Way Too Young Eye Candy Of The Week. Why do you always have to show up?

Oh, Chase. You're pretty, but have fallen into the background with Cameron.

Oh, Wilson. You're the only reason I watch this show. ILU.

I'm feeling very disappointed in this fandom right now. *sigh* And apparently I'm being very dramatic about it, as well.

I've been seduced to the darkside.

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 04:12:03 GMT

My Page

Facebook!

Add me, because I have no friends. XD

Youtube is Frustrating.

Wed, 12 Dec 2007 00:07:55 GMT

For the past week now, I have been unable to log into my username on youtube. I sign in, the password is correct, and then it just... goes back to the main page, without actually signing me in.

*whineflailmoan*

This really shouldn't be a big deal, since I don't even own a webcam anymore and haven't uploaded a video in months, but still. I feel extremely rude when I can't reply back to those nice people who leave comments, and I feel like I'm just ignoring them. :(

I can't even delete my account, since I can't log into it to begin with! Bleh.

Yes, this is a completely unnecessary post, but hey, what are you gonna do.

P.S. - I just finished my last paper of my English 121 class! YAY! XD

Because On Saturday Nights I Has No Brains.

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 03:03:56 GMT

I have Psych class on Saturday nights.
Yes, I know. I pity me, too.

Anyway, my professor was talking about something or other, and suddenly she turned to me and said:

Professor: And you know who's a perfect example of that? Well, he's famous, and his initials are DT.
Me (thinking): David Tennant! No, no. Don't say David Tennant. Too random. Don't say David Tennant, Don't say David Tennant Um, I don't know?
Professor: Ashleigh, you know who I'm talking about. He's on t.v. a lot, he's got crazy hair and everyone knows him. DT. Who do you think DT is?
Me: Dav . . . um . . . David . . .
Professor: No, no! Donald Trump. *glares at me like I'm an idiot and that was the most obvious thing ever*
Me: *comes to sad realization that I'm officially and undeniably a giant geek* Oh, right . . . obviously.

*sigh*

Chipmunk Voice Time!

Sat, 27 Oct 2007 18:29:06 GMT

So I was playing around with the sound effects on a music program I downloaded, and I discovered the wonders of the pitch changer. I was amusing myself (probably much longer than a normal person would) making my voice sound like a chipmunk when I realized something: I sounded suspiciously like every freakin Disney Channel star.

The kids from High School Musical (I really, really don't understand what the all fuss is about with them)

[ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqJkc2xidGw ]

Hilary/Halie Duff, Lindsay Lohan, um.. I'm sure there's more. They all have that weird, really high pitched techno voice. Do they all use the pitch changer? Are they ALWAYS off-pitch, and use the studio magic that makes them sound ~~FAKE~~ better? What the HECK?!
I'm offended by this invasion of the chipmunk singers. Unless you are going to make a cutesy disco/country dance hit *cough cough COTTON EYE JOE cough* then please, lay off the pitch changer. It's annoying to the rest of us.

And for anyone interested in my very own chipmunk song:

http://primeupload.com/file/133413/Chipmunk-This-World.wav.html

(Lyrics)

This World

Sink in a little lavender sage
And words dance turning page after page
The snow will melt for you
If you want it to
Painting pictures with the blink of an eye
And cumulus the fabric of your disguise
I will let you in
On my little secret

[chorus]
This world is better for nothing
And this world may be worse for you
But this world is all that we're given
And these words are for you

Sleep soundly under neon skies
And dreams melt into your waking life
The roads will waltz for you
If you ask them to
Hours fall like tears to your lips
And time holds you within its kiss
I will let you in
On my little secret

[repeat chorus]

I will meet you at the station platform
We will ride together

[repeat chorus]

Eventually I'll make a REAL entry. Eventually.

Mon, 15 Oct 2007 01:29:20 GMT

From my college's website. I'm famous! (Sarcastic eye roll)

[pretty much this is just a post so my journal doesn't get deleted. i need to update it.]

H/W Song Lyrics ... Because Wilson's in denial.

Thu, 12 Jul 2007 03:05:53 GMT

Wilson likes to think he's just fine. ;)

Not An Addict

I'm here to help you when things get rough (and hope your)
latest something hasn't messed you up (Don't)
Don't question me about my motives
you're the focus
that's enough
I'm not a hypocrite
You're full of it
I'm not the one with the problem

(chorus)
I'm so normal
I've got nothing to figure out
I'm so sane
I've got nothing to worry about
I'm not an addict, I'm not an addict, I'm not
You're not a habit, you're not a habit, you're not

I'm here to hold you when times get hard (just let me)
To care and scold you when you fall too far (you're empty)
Don't look this way and analyze me
What's inside me
Is simple
I'm not a hypocrite
'Cause I can quit
You anytime I want

(repeat chorus)

But that little voice inside of my head
Am I your choice when you're in your bed?
What would happen if I kiss you?
What would happen, what would happen?
But I won't, but I won't 'cause

(repeat chorus)

5 Questions

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 19:01:31 GMT

stole from rosettasone_d</lj>

1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.

1) How long have you been doing the whole House thing?
I've followed House since the very first episode. I remember the previews for the pilot. I didn't think I'd watch it because I'm usually not into medical dramas (I'm actually very picky about my shows that I obsess over.) It just came on right after another show I was watching, and I was too lazy to click over to another channel. After that first episode I was hooked, and I made sure to always watch it after that.

2)Have you been doing the House/Wilson thing for all the time that you've been doing the House thing?
I never slashed a pairing before. Ever. So it was really weird when the slashy thoughts made their way into my brain. I'm not exactly sure when I started thinking about it, or when it occurred to me. I just knew that my favorite part of an episode was the scenes with House and Wilson together. I guess it was a gradual realization. I started stalking the LJ community a few months ago. It was a very happy discovery :D

3) What's your middle name? (If you have one)
Dawn. Because I was born in the dawn. Yup.
People always think I'm saying "Don" when I tell them this. I've gotten many "Your parents named you DON?!?!" So I'm very careful when I pronounce it.

4) Do you play any sports? Do you have a favourite?
I used to swim. I'd say I was fairly decent at it. I'm not a big fan of sports though. I was one of those girls in gym class that ran AWAY from the balls. ;)

5) Do you plan on going to university/college, and if so, what do you plan to study? If not, what do you want to do instead?
Ahhh, the college question. I always wanted to go to NYU (New York University) but it was just too expensive. I'm going to BMCC (Borough of Manhattan Community College) and hopefully (if I can afford it and if I get accepted) I can transfer in two years. I just got a scholarship for BMCC, so that's put me in a good mood.
I'm majoring in Liberal Arts at BMCC.. and I'm thinking about looking into Journalism or Psychology. I also plan to try and take music a little more seriously.

Whew! That was long answers! Thanks for asking XD

Another House/Wilson Song

Mon, 25 Jun 2007 01:09:44 GMT

I'd like to add that my music teacher only had time for me to do this song once through. So that's my excuse for the sour notes, and I'm sticking to it.

House & Wilson are bordering between friendship and something more.

And they're pretty nervous about crossing that border.

Lyrics:
Up here we wait again
We want to move, but we're afraid to lose our place
In case our guise will end
Up here we've stood so long
But where we're at, there's no way to know just
Exactly where we stand

(Chorus)
The smell of your hair
The taste of your skin
I love how we don't know
Just where to begin
The strength of your stare
The game I can't win
I love how we don't know
How deep we are in

Up here we're far and near
We want to jump, but we're afraid to fall alone
In case we're wrong again

(repeat chorus)

Up here we wait, I sit and stare
Trying to throw you out of my mind
Down there hearts break, and I'm afraid
It's much more safe behind the line
Up here we wait, I sit and stare

(repeat chorus)

I did it! ! !

Tue, 19 Jun 2007 04:48:37 GMT

I finally http://pics.livejournal.com/onceforluck/gallery/0000b3z5

Feeling Better Now..

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 21:16:53 GMT

That last personal entry I had was filled with shameful vulgarities and such >.<

It's so completely unlike me, I swear. But it was entirely called for. I've calmed down now, and my health teacher is letting me make up the projects. *knock on wood* I have until monday.

Yayy for new song comments! They make me smile and take me away from thoughts of idiotic gym/health teachers.

House... He's Just So Darn Blind.

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 18:32:53 GMT

Wilson ♥ 's House.

House is a little slow on the uptake.

Thanks so much for all the feedback on my other song!

So Blind

Lost in a sea
Of pretty faces, pretty faces
He's losing sleep
He can't erase this, can't erase this
He's hoping
You might just see
He can't help staring, can't help caring
But your heart is yours you're
Not used to sharing, used to sharing

(Chorus)
Shoulders brush
Fingers touch
His cheeks blush
You can't help but wonder why
Heartbeats rush
Faces flush
It's too much
Can you really be so blind?

Another week passed
Where he won't say it, and you won't face it
He's sinking deep, fast
in all those faces, pretty faces
He's wanting
You might just see word's
double meaning, in between them
He's losing sleep
Cause you need him, cause you need him

(repeat chorus)

Eyes dance on blue
He thinks of you
How can you be so damn blind?
Eyes dance on blue
He thinks of you
How can you keep wondering why?

(repeat chorus)

God Effing Damn It.

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 03:56:15 GMT

My god damn health teacher's an idiot. A serious and complete idiot.

I missed 3rd marking period. I had fucking BACK SURGERY. Of course I'm going to be out of school for a while.

So I missed health class. I missed out on fucking HEALTH projects. Tell me I'm not going to fucking graduate. YEAHHH real fucking cool.

NOT GRADUATING?!?! Because of one marking period of health????!!

I hate how my mom seems to think I'm a terrible person. I'm deceitful, I'm selfish, I'm lazy, I'm cruel, I'm manipulative, I'm just an all around GREAT person. And now this. Of course she's going to hate me for it. Hate me for not graduating FUCKING HEALTH CLASS.

Ohhh I'm so glad I'm such a good person. I hate not liking myself.

House/Wilson Ramblings

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 03:02:10 GMT

I took my notebook home from school today, and I was going through all my little notes & scribbles I make throughout the day. I decided to post all my House/Wilson related schtuff, just because.

Remember: This is most definitely not my best work. Most of it was written with no real thoughts behind it, and all of it was written in random noisy classrooms.

1.

Scraps of Thought

If history's taught us anything, it's that
sarcasm hides the bitter truth.
If yesterday's any way to judge, it says
days won't pass in order,
and seconds click-clack in fervor,
yet again.

If friendship's taught us anything, it's that
too much love can hide the truth.
If today's any way to live, it means
we can't tread too hard,
and our lives won't budge too far,
once again.

If history's meant just anything, it's that
things are safer where they've been.

2.

he stares at him.
but only for friendship (!)
and his stomach will jump
a few more hurdles.

he thinks of him.
just like a brother (!)
but his fingertips tingle
at a few stray smiles.

he's close to him.
but not too close (!)
it's oh-so-normal when
shoulders brush again.

he stares.

he smiles.

blank thoughts (?)

3.

TWISTY-TURNY upside-down,
and my HEART falls out my mouth,
TOPSY-TURVY inside-out,
soon my hints will turn to SHOUTS.

4.

77 heartbeats
stand between us.
Just the right amount of hesitation.
(beats)

64 headaches
felt around us.
Not at all enough of misbehaving.
(aches)

32 breaths caught
in lungs within us.
Simply far too much anticipation.
(caught)

1 silent second
passes through us.
We're not sure how much of this is waiting.
(zero)

5.

Who do you think of at night?
When you're alone in your bed,
and the sheets are so warm,
and your hands are so smooth -

Who's on your mind?
When you're feeling sedate,
and ready for love,
and just a little bit brave -

Who do you think of?
~~please be me~~

6.

Hey, he will kill for you.
Don't you see it?
He will stand on the edge of the universe
and move heavenly bodies
if you just let him.

Hey, he will live for you.
Don't you breathe it?
He will give anything and everything
you say, and some you won't
if you just let him.

Hey, he will kill for you.

Hey, don't ask him to.

7.

"Can you brood a little quieter? It's distracting."

(unofficial) Last Day of School!!

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 18:10:02 GMT

w00t w00t! Monday is my graduation ceremony, and then I'm outtaaa there!
Freaking amazing.

Damn math finals suck. But anywayyyy,

I'm excited. Very.

My mood went from pretty crappy, to apathetic, to gosh darn excited. ~~and all with 2 hours sleep~~

I'm going to go relax, have some tea, scribble a little, and read some good house/wilson fanfiction. XD YESSS

English Final Tomorrow

Wed, 13 Jun 2007 02:30:33 GMT

Finals are fun, fun, fun. But hey, it's my last day before graduation. I guess I can try to make it through the day.

I'm so (pleasantly, of course) surprised by all the feedback I got on my House/Wilson song. It's making me considering doing more with the fandom. It's actually less like a fandom and more like an obsession as of right now. It's a little more than pathetic with how much energy I spend on that darn pairing.

Wilson... The Good Ol' Greedy Savior

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 22:39:52 GMT

Don't judge too harshly! I don't take myself that seriously... this just entertains me. Hope I'm not wasting my time.

I meant it to be from Wilson's point of view. I think it's pretty self-explanatory.

Greedy Savior

Lyrics:

There are days where I am tired and you grow quiet

There are days where I lose faith in what we have

There are ways to say too much without a word

And there are ways to save the one who hurt you first

(Chorus)

I want to try and save you,

save you, say to

I want you to need me,

keep me, believe me

I want to try and save you

save you, say to

I want you to need me,

Keep me, I'm greedy

There are times this baggage's heavy and they're too many

There are times when I wish the savior would be you

But then those lines get old and dirty and you try to hurt me

But I am fine and I won't let you push me away

(repeat chorus)

I can take it away, if you ask me to stay

I can take you from everything

You know you want it this way, with me saving the day

I will give you anything you want

(repeat chorus)

It's Been a While.

Tue, 12 Jun 2007 01:19:38 GMT

I recently decided to update this. Recently as in 5 minutes ago.

Three more days of school. I don't think I can be any more excited about graduating. HONESTLY.

I really don't think this livejournal thing is for me. I write all the time, but why would I want to have an honest journal entry on line? Pfshh. Be open with people. Riiighhttt, that sounds like something I do.
Well, no one will read this anyway... so I'll just type to myself. Keeps me occupied.

Sort of.

Merry Christmas!!!

Mon, 25 Dec 2006 02:54:37 GMT

I had a monumental weekend.

Seriously.

Merry Christmas :)

I feel terrible.

Thu, 21 Dec 2006 03:23:38 GMT

I hate being sick.

But I love iPods. :)

I got my demo!

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 02:01:02 GMT

How exciting!

My stomach hurts.

I just felt like updating.

♥