this is temporary sanity, an exercise in vanity

TOTALLY NO LONGER FRIENDS ONLY

Yeah, I'm really not friends only anymore! Sometimes I'll flock stuff, but not everything. Anyway, if you've friended me and want me to friend you back, please drop me a comment here. ♥ I will almost definitely friend you back.

I MET ADAM LAMBERT AND ALLISON IRAHETA LAST NIGHT.

Also Kris! Also also Anoop and Scott! And I sort of bumped into Megan and awkwardly avoided Sarver and purposely kept a huge distance between myself and Danny Gokey.

( Babbling embarrassingly about meeting them! The most detail surrounds Adam, naturally. )

I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED. HOLY FUCK. Assuming I get the pictures, I will eventually post those as well, and maybe a picture of the paper I have with all their autographs.

NEWSFLASH!

You should do the decent, compassionate thing for no other reason than that it is the decent, compassionate thing to do, you fucking assholes. YOU DO NOT LIVE IN A VACUUM. OTHER PEOPLE SURROUND YOU AND REACT TO YOU ALL THE TIME.

Unless you want to cut off all social contact forevermore, you have some responsibilities as a human being. Yes, these do include, if you are a writer of fanfiction, giving survivors of abuse and trauma the tools to use their own responsibility to avoid things that could hurt them. Reducing the options to "cheerfully open yourself up to being triggered without complaining" and "get out of fandom entirely" is not even remotely okay or good enough.

Why the hell are we even talking about this? How is this an issue? How?

:( Hold me, flist. (And if you disagree me with, honestly, please let me know so that I can defriend you.)

I'm pretty sure I'm preaching to the choir here, or at least I hope I am, but just so we're clear:

Extending a little bit of courtesy to protect fellow fandom members and, you know, fellow people from serious emotional and possibly physical pain by slapping on a warning is easy, fast, and always more important than your hurt feelings, the supposed element of surprise in your story, or your bullshit excuses about "strength" and "getting over it."

I'm going to recommend that everyone read this excellent post by impertinence, in case you haven't already and particularly if you're unsure about the importance of this, but only if you're feeling up to it-- it's hard-hitting and graphic and could be seriously upsetting even if you don't have personal experience in the area. Here: Warning: Very explicit discussion of sexual assault and the nature, anatomy, cause & effect of triggers. Is itself triggery.

Okay, let's get this show on the road! Because strikesoftly sort of asked, ages ago, and I will take any excuse.



( ZACHARY DAVID ALEXANDER EFRON >:( AND WHY YOU SHOULD LOVE HIM AS MUCH AS I DO. Warning for lots of pictures, some videos, shameless love of Zac Efron, and also Zac Efron's face, multiple times, often quite large. )

I had my first day of work today! Mostly I watched way too many repetitive instructional videos and then shadowed a girl who was working at the service desk, but I did get to do a little ringing stuff up and things on my own and it wasn't too bad at all.

Recently I have fallen in love with Lupe Fiasco. *____* I downloaded his two albums on a whim and have been listening to them way too often. I also got Megan to listen through a little future-roommate-ly :D?ing magic. It's very good music for blasting with the windows down while I drive through downtown Bellevue.

I am so out of practice with writing, and so it's taking me forever to actually work on my fic for easthighstory, but at least I'm doing it.

HELLO, NEW FRIENDS. ♥

I needed a reason to actually post anyway! Also, I'm perilous over on DW if you'd like to friend me there, too-- sometimes I crosspost, sometimes I don't, but I do comment slightly more on my DW flist just because it moves much slower, not that I won't try over here.

I had a job interview on Wednesday; it felt like it went quite well. I don't have any idea if I'll actually get the job (it's just retail, though I'd love some money), but it was nice to come out of something that tends to give me panic attacks feeling pretty good about what I'd just done.

THINGS I LIKE: My Chemical Romance, Gerard fucking Way, High School Musical, American Idol, stupid stupid Zac Efron (I believe I still need to post about him for strikesoftly's benefit), Watchmen, Avatar, How I Met Your Mother (Barney ♥ Robin ♥♥ ROBIN/BARNEY ♥♥♥), Doctor Who, Star Trek, and uh... lots of other stuff. :D? I've been slowly(ish) watching Lost with blindmadness lately, plus rewatching Boy Meets World. ♥my childhood♥

Over the last week, I finished watching the remaining three seasons of How I Met Your Mother; this included watching all twenty-three then-existing episodes of the fourth season in one day. I dreamed about Robin and Barney that night.

Which brings me to the fact that I love them. I seriously don't think I've shipped anything so hard in years. I want to do nothing but watch an endless show of their stupid/awesome shenanigans around New York.

( Some slightly tl;dr thoughts on the season finale last night. )

This entry crossposted to LJ from DW because it is that important.

Before I forget and as I avoid finishing this essay!

I'm over here at Dreamwidth: http://perilous.dreamwidth.org/

If you'd like, feel free to subscribe/give access/whatever you want to do. I will cheerfully both subscribe and give access to absolutely everyone who does one or both to me, but if you'd prefer me to just subscribe to you, let me know! ♥

For your time and for having to read yet another DW-related post on your flist, have a picture of Corbin Bleu.

I was going to try to summarize the past few days, but I think that instead, I will picspam one Zachary David Alexander Efron for you!

( Dear Zefron, I am in love with you. Many pictures of Zac Efron being beautiful/stupid/adorable under the cut. )

Oh, second-floor lounge. How you puzzle me with your mysteries.

Life: it is strangely awesome. ♥

So, I'm not the kind of person who even really attempts to do anything for April Fool's, because a) I'm too busy being gullible and getting tricked myself, b) I'm lazy, and c) I'm really lazy. Instead of actually trying, then, I sent my mother a text message about half an hour ago with the blatant lie of "I'm pregnant. :("

About a minute later, she texts back "Me too! And it's twins!"

Apparently I'm soon to have two half-siblings. Their father, she claims, is David Cook.

ETA: And also apparently, it's my grandparents' anniversary today. They got married on April Fool's Day.

1) Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!"
2) I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3) You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4) You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5) When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

These questions are from morganize, who is made of awesome.

( Books, lyrics, food, pictures, and self-indulgence! )

THE TIME HAS COME, THE WALRUS SAID, FOR A RIDICULOUS HONDA CIVIC TOUR PICSPAM. Which is really just of The Hush Sound and Panic At The Disco. All pictures taken by me except one, which was stolen from a friend who was right next to me in the crowd.

I'll leave this entry public in case anyone wants to link to it or something.

( I believe there are 77 pictures under this cut, one of me and the other 76 of The Hush Sound and Panic At The Disco. Oooops. They're also all pretty large and it may take a while to load. BUT THEY'RE VERY PRETTY, I PROMISE. )

All was golden when the day met the night:

So he said, "Would it be all right
If we just sat and talked for a little while
If in exchange for your time
I gave you this link?"

(It's not me, you guys, though I'm flattered! I was obviously in on it, though, and I love bandom, so totally feel free to friend me. ♥)