i don't know, daria. it's early.
Jun. 1st, 2007 02:24 pmStill rewatching. After you get over some annoying speed bumps, it's enjoyable dry wit fun. Oh Trent, still my TV boyfriend. I'm so predictable. Dark-haired, skinny, good big brother --> hook, line, sinker.
anti-kink: teacher/student romances. NO. Just... no. I find it demeaning to the teacher. It's messing with my love of high school AUs.
Also, god what is wrong with some people re: social behavior? I think I am gradually learning that being cool, articulate, witty, and smart doesn't mean you're nice or not a sort of douchey fuckfaced DWP. BOO. Alright. Once I internalize this my life will be easier. Maybe.
I was worried about Mice Parade because the name teeters on being too cutesy in the shitty "indie hip" way but nope! I get an entertaining image in mind when I hear the words "Mice Parade" anyway.
At breakfast this morning:
Girl 1: Really? She said that? That's so funny. Jenny seems soooo emo, you know?
Girl 2: Yeah?
Girl 1: I mean she's always wearing, like dark clothes. And, like, she doesn't smile that much.
Girl 2: Oh yeah, I know what you mean.
Girl 1: She's just soooo emo. Like, I've NEVER seen her wear pink. Like you know, she's wearing dark colors whenever I see her.
It sounds like I'm making it up, and I wish I were, but I'm totally not. Also, though not in this context, there's this weird phenomenon that happens with stupid people, I guess, where they say "that's so funny" or "how funny" or "it was hilarious" without ever ever ever sounding like they mean it. If it was so funny, why is your voice as dead as your soul? HUH?
Andrew Bird sounds like Rufus Wainwright sometimes and a little tiny bit like the guy from the Format. Neither are particularly good things. But damn, Heretics is a good song.
Lately I do this thing where I get my food all laid out and then ignore it for like an hour. My turkey pastrami has been out for about 20 min now, waiting for me to finish this LJ poast. Be patient, little one!
Oh oh oh SPN JA DEAN SAM! Never ever going to get over it.
anti-kink: teacher/student romances. NO. Just... no. I find it demeaning to the teacher. It's messing with my love of high school AUs.
Also, god what is wrong with some people re: social behavior? I think I am gradually learning that being cool, articulate, witty, and smart doesn't mean you're nice or not a sort of douchey fuckfaced DWP. BOO. Alright. Once I internalize this my life will be easier. Maybe.
I was worried about Mice Parade because the name teeters on being too cutesy in the shitty "indie hip" way but nope! I get an entertaining image in mind when I hear the words "Mice Parade" anyway.
At breakfast this morning:
Girl 1: Really? She said that? That's so funny. Jenny seems soooo emo, you know?
Girl 2: Yeah?
Girl 1: I mean she's always wearing, like dark clothes. And, like, she doesn't smile that much.
Girl 2: Oh yeah, I know what you mean.
Girl 1: She's just soooo emo. Like, I've NEVER seen her wear pink. Like you know, she's wearing dark colors whenever I see her.
It sounds like I'm making it up, and I wish I were, but I'm totally not. Also, though not in this context, there's this weird phenomenon that happens with stupid people, I guess, where they say "that's so funny" or "how funny" or "it was hilarious" without ever ever ever sounding like they mean it. If it was so funny, why is your voice as dead as your soul? HUH?
Andrew Bird sounds like Rufus Wainwright sometimes and a little tiny bit like the guy from the Format. Neither are particularly good things. But damn, Heretics is a good song.
Lately I do this thing where I get my food all laid out and then ignore it for like an hour. My turkey pastrami has been out for about 20 min now, waiting for me to finish this LJ poast. Be patient, little one!
Oh oh oh SPN JA DEAN SAM! Never ever going to get over it.
