So. NTC.

It's this weekend. Last minute things are on, homework must be finished... And people must be avoided, per usual.

There's one chick on the Com/Staff list who I think is an airheaded idiot. She needs to be removed from the genepool, as it were....

And I just found out she's apparently one of my roommates on Thursday night.

...

It's enough to make me laugh hysterically while buying a handgun.

Er.

She's not that bad. Really.

I just... Am surprised.

Sometimes, I amuse even myself...

Just came across these...
[00:51] * Hyjnx_Squickfic tries to get 'Nate' and 'graceful' to fit...and all she gets is disturbing ballet images...
[00:52] [Lyssie] "Nate, you danced divinely." "Divine? Sacre bleu! The man is an elephant! There is no grace, no style!"
[00:53] [Lyssie] "...he has ruined my new ballet! Me, the premiere danseuse of France, me, I shall never be able to recover from this insult to my--" "Ego?"

Bah.

It's bedtime. Sadly.

And! And, since I will be gone most of the rest of this weekend type thingie, I'm going to put spam here. 'Cause, well, I can't finish this before bed, and I won't have any free time to work on it tomorrow.

So. Happy birthday, IndiJ. :)

( Spam, ahoy! )

*blink*

I'd forgotten this. Back in the mists of time, before Once More With Feeling was even planned... About mid-fifth season, I'm guessing. I had started this. A musical Buffy. No rhyme or reason to it, merely because it was fun...

( Within, the Horror )

I'm off

Back sometime on Monday.

I'll try and pop onto LJ tomorrow, so if there's any problems, I can leave a number to be reached at...

Er. Anyway.

Brain hurts.