the facts are these

Well. Didn't sleep very well last night, I can tell you that for sure.

But this morning I got up and started making my dishes for turkey dinner while snarking on the Macy's parade, while looking decidedly unglam in my pajama top and sweatpants. Ahhh, Thanksgiving. It doesn't last long, because the second Santa's sleigh appears on my TV, I start watching Miracle on 34th Street. Yes, the one with Dr. Hammond and Dylan McDermott and Matilda.

Oh yeah, how could I forget to mention this: I MADE AN AWESOME BUTTER CUSTARD! IT'S SO GOOD!

Laurelin_kit in A Part Together

Without a doubt above the ordinary, this heart-wrenching tale, set in the state's central bus station, strives for a new angle in the story of two sceptics, brown_jackknife (Keanu Reeves) and laurelin_kit (Marisa Tomei), who find themselves without hope after a plot to keep them apart is initiated by her well-meaning boss, beckyincharge (Carrie-Anne Moss). From soaring heights to searing hurt, love knows no bounds in either direction.

Produced by ianiceboy

*is immensely amused*

Laurelin_kit in Tolerable Cruelty

In this compelling kill-fest, laurelin_kit (Sarah Michelle Gellar) is an elite police officer with a really nice holiday house. She must silence brown_jackknife (John Cusack) before her closest friend, beckyincharge (Salma Hayek), harms him. After a quick snack, she forces her way into a secret castle. Winner of two Academy Awards, including Best Plot Alternative.

Produced by ianiceboy

So, a few days ago, I graduated from high school.

I started crying while we were waiting in our rows to go in. All the people I'd known for six years were all lined up in their navy robes, waiting to leave and go to the real world. Rob led one more senior class cheer. Cassie and I sniffled together. I hugged Alan Barnes and congratulated him and he said wouldn't it be funny if hell opened and swallowed us up in the middle of graduation? So I made him admit he'd seen that episode of Buffy, too.

Mr. Murphy's speech made me cry. It was all about last times and how he'd never teach us again, which made me extra sad, because this year was the first year I'd actually had him for a teacher. All the other speeches were touching, but unfortunately said the same things, so yes, graduation is just as long and drawn out on this side of the podium. Except Christa's speech, which was much better. I liked hers and criiiied. I got to sit next to Natalie, since we're alphabetically close, and we whispered and sniffled through the ceremony, and lucky for me, Grant sat in the row behind me, so I could see him. Unfortunately for me, Becky sat far away from me so I couldn't see her.

When I went up to get my diploma, I waited to hear how many people cheered for me, as one does, but when i got there, I was so panicked and everything went silent. I hollered for all the people I loved when they went up to get their diplomas. At the end of the ceremony when we stood and threw our hats, Rob led the last senior cheer. I love our class.

After the ceremony when we filed out, I ran into James, who picked me up and tossed me around because I am a tiny thing. ;) I cried, stopped crying, started crying again, repeat ad nauseum. Everything was a blur of crying and laughing and feeling like the whole world was wonderful and I'd miss it so much. Kristin was crying and I hugged her twice. So happy but so sad.

Despite all the familial bullshit, my aunt Elaine, aunt Ann and uncle Richard, and Poppy and Agnes all came, as did my grandmonster Gamma. And Tommy was there! Stage manager Tommy! He has two eyebrows now! And he's dating Robyn, a friend of mine from SFA.

After graduation came Project Graduation at Andretti. First I went to the go-karts and raced around and PASSED ROB, MWAHAHA! Then Grant smoked his celebratory cigar and we walked around the park some. Bastards wouldn't let us on the kiddy playground. Keith and John came to Project Graduation, as did Garrett and Zeke. It was nice to see John again. I hadn't seen him since he was kicked off campus. We went upstairs and played laser tag and I so pwned your ass, Grant, don't even deny it. I did. Definitely. The Bitch Pack WON. Then I played my Star Wars game. YAYYYY, MY STAR WARS GAME! I BEAT IT! Then there was laser tag again and Keith kept shooting me, damn him. Then paddleboats, then shooting games, at which I OWNED and stayed at the game and beat it far after Grant got bored with it and moved on. Then we cheated at putt-putt golf, which is the national pastime, not baseball, as Hollywood would have you think. And by 'we' of course you understand that to mean Grant and I. Becky was off doing immoral things with her boyfriend. ;) At some point we saw magic. MAGIC! No, seriously, this guy made things disappear and reappear and cards flip and WE HAD NO IDEA HOW. It was amaaazing. He was seriously skilled. Then we got tired and made our way to the second floor and took over a big cushy chair and lazed around giving people cavities for a long time. Possibly the happiest time ever.

And then Becky and I were a little bit gay and there's photographic evidence.

I won an ugly dish set and Brittany Jones won a car. Where's the fair in that? :)

At five in the morning, we left. Grant gave me my graduation present: a book of Pablo Neruda poetry. I almost cried. I love you. Then we went to the beach to watch the sun rise and a couple of PRICKS did the equivalent of sitting next to you in an empty movie theatre. IT'S THE WHOLE DAMN BEACH! GO SOMEWHERE ELSE THAN TWENTY FEET AWAY! Assholes. Anyway, so we moved farther down the beach and watched the sun rise. It was beautiful.

Later that day, after we'd slept, we went back to the beach, but within five minutes of arrival, storm clouds gathered. So we went to our separate houses and got dressed in normal clothes, and then he proceeded to get me addicted to a new drug called 'World of Warcraft.' Then at 10, we went to go see Revenge of the Sith again, coincidentally four rows away from Seb, Angie, Kari, Rob, Jon, Zeke and Steven. WE HAD NO IDEA. Weirdness.

And yesterday we went to a pool party at April's David's house, and the boys sunk the S.S. Differently Abled that April and I were sailing on. (The raft.) After the party, I gave Grant his graduation present, which was a DVD of Say Anything and a copy of High Fidelity, the book.

Then I woke up today and started writing this entry.

Becky just posted the last chapter of Eyes of the Jackal.

Seriously haven't found a fic in years that made me cry so hard.

*crawls under covers to cry some more*

Fanfic Author Appreciation Week
March 6 through March 13
Post to your LJ each day at least one of your
favorite fanfic authors
and why you love them, their work, and why they
need more appreciation

I'm going to start with beckyincharge.

Becky and I started writing together in ninth grade. Her writing was already incredible. We threw notebooks across our English and History classes and passed them in the halls. One of these fics (cowritten with lindi_of_rohan and sangre_fria with guest writing by renethetoaster and a guest character of avelena's) is now in the slow, arduous process of being turning into an original series of novels.

Becky's stories are, many times, dark. And yet, she can write the simplest, funniest things.

Almost all her work is archived here. The cowritten stuff with me is in a box in my closet, in notebooks. Some will be hidden forever out of shame, and some will surface later after revision.

She has stories archived from the following fandoms: Phantom of the Opera, Red Dwarf, Pirates of the Caribbean, Lord of the Rings, Young Guns, Gundam Wing, and, oh, look! Dragonball Z!

Magic Dust (of the Infamous) remains one of my favorite fics of all time. God, do I love this. It just fits in seamlessly with the characters and the original characters – oh, gasp, horror, get over it – are perfect compliments to the YG-verse. This is a sort of AU of the YG fic we wrote together that's in my closet.

Where the Whirlwinds Sleep makes me cry, the entire way through. The end.

The Jack Sparrow in her PotC fics is dead on. She has his dark side, his wild side and his womanizing side all rolled into the correct Sparrow-shaped package. I think hers was one of the first 'Jack/You' fics, and the ending is a slap in the face to anyone who misinterpreted her intentions in writing it.

Her Phantom of the Opera fanfiction takes my breath away. She knows the characters inside and out. She doesn't shy away from the darker aspects. She isn't afraid to write the cold-blooded murder. She doesn't sugar-coat it. She doesn't toss Raoul to the side like a two-bit villain or an undeserving, undeveloped fop. Her characters stay true to canon. She can break them, destroy them, and you still know who it is. They're recognizable. It's beautiful.

Becky is underappreciated because she needs to get her butt out there and advertise. :p Kidding. Becky's fics need more appreciation from people who can appreciate them, as elitist as that sounds. It takes more than the rabid E/C phangirl to see past "OMG ERIK AND CHRISTINE SHOULD BE 2GETHA ALWAYZ" and look at the characters she's working with, developing, layering, and see the art that her stories are. This girl is an amazing writer. Soon, the whole fandom world and the whole publishing world will realize this and pay her insane amounts of money – publishing world, anyway, fandom will give her porn.

So, yeah. beckyincharge. The reason I write as well as I do: to try and keep up.

Totally not much has been going on. Went to see The Wedding Date with Becky earlier, SO CUTE OMG. Did I mention SO CUTE? And hilarious? And Dermot Mulroney has a really, really nice ass. Just sayin'. Jack Davenport SQUEEE! SQUEEE! SQUEEE! Go see it, if only for him! (Squee!)

Tomorrow? Volunteering, and then rehearsal.

I am dead exhausted and I wanna curl up and go to sleep forever and ever.

Becky: [And in the dream] ...I accidentally shaved off BOTH my eyebrows! ...
Me: Oh my God, that's horrible! You'd be Ron Howard!
Becky: *SHRIEK*

I'm not dead. However...yesterday Jeanie and I had an interesting intro to a conversation that went something like this...

lonely_streets: ahahaha. i've killed myself.

laurelin_kit: Really? That's amazing that you're typing this. Your body has got some mad skills.

lonely_streets: watch out, i'll kill you too.

But today I have to make a whole bloody board game, an index card with a semester's worth of physics work and satisfy my urge to be slightly creative. But I'll probably forego that last and just sleep. Because sleep is good. Definitely.

Belated congrats to the class of '04, I love you all. THANKS FOR THE PARKING SPOTS, SUCKERS!

Anyway (I say that a lot. I need to work on my transitions.), today after school Molly and Rene came inside after dropping me off to see the kittens I'm fostering (Sunshine, Opie, Tony and Jack. Yes, I named two of them.). We were playing around with them (Jack dove into Molly's lap with his face in an unusual place) when the doorbell rang, and lo! It was Becky, stopping by for NO REASON WHATSOEVER! So we all got to play with the kittens and Becky got to molest me in her panda way. Which she does, as anyone who has spent any time in a room with us will tell you. We're so straight we've gone past gay and are back to straight.

Because this wouldn't be complete without a mention of some fannish thing I'm doing right now, I'm listening to Tenacious D songs. You might not think this is that fannish, but go search on google for "Wonderboy Angel/Spike" and download the vid. Oh yes. And...OMG ANGEL FINALE THIS WEEK DAMMIT NO.

And 24 is on tomorrow yay! I love Michelle. I am also working on this board game for English exam, themed Pride and Prejudice and am trying to make up for my lack of BoardGame!Creativity by being witty and putting in lots of pictures of Mr Darcy. Maybe that'll work, yeah.

Had a good day today, despite it being secretly laughing at me behind my back, going "HAHAHAHA! Pitiful fool, how can you be happy when your EXAMS start tomorrow?!" Days can be damn annoying sometimes, especially when they make fun of you when you try to enjoy them. It's like having a sex partner who laughs at your funny faces in coitus. In theory, of course, since I don't HAVE a sexual partner, and, yes, Becky, I saw that joke coming a mile away and have already had the chance to find it not funny. :)

Okay, totally doing the working thing now. And definitely not considering working on my Fred fic. Of course not, and not looking up pictures of, say, Jake Gyllenhaal either. Nope nope nope. Making with the work thing.

I have Becky in my house! JACK BAUER POWER FOUR OR FIVE HOURS! Yeeeah! Becky has been over for the last...eh...over 24 hours. We wants Jack!

PORN!

Becky has been writing me porn!

Lots of porn! Many porn! Doc porn! Porn that is so chaste porn that it's almost...not porn! But it's still porn, cause they're doing it in the daytime with the LIGHTS on! REEEEEEEEEEEER PORN!

We've been watcing 24, and there's all these EVIL TISSUES on the floor because of the phone caaaaall! Becky says meh. It was so saaad! And Mason! Everyone (Becky made a high pitched noise) should watch 24! Because JACK IS SEX! SEX SEX SEX! TAKE-CHARGE JACK TURNS ME ON! And Becky has gone almost an entire day without hitting on me. (She just laughed. "Jack, the cure to lesbianism.") But Becky is not a lesbian!

All the time.

Haha. Wee, look at mood! EVEN THOUGH THERE ISN'T ANY ACID!!!!!! We kept staring at our hands in the car on the way back form disney. It was like..there...WAS acid! We kept seeing all these signs, and STILL CAN'T FIND A TITLE FOR THE YG FIC!

But we bought Blaze of Gloreh! And...eh...listened...to it. A lot. AND THEN WE...SAT DOWN!

And decided to write the most deranged post in the history of my journal. bwaahahahahahahahahahahaAAAAAAAAAAAA! Yes, precious. We did. HA, we saw the same guy at disney that we did last time! And his name is Richard. OH, THE IRONY!

Suuuure. Kit can't stand to lose, so she BLAMED IT ON THE ACID.

I did not! I blamed it on the ISN'T ANY ACID! NO ACID! JUST TOO MUCH CAFFIENE! YES! NO ACID! Shut up, Huey Walker! What's sad is, we didn't even have to watch that movie to get like this. Nor did we have to take the acid. Because there wasn't any.

Sure there wasn't any acid. There was caffiene, but there was REPRESSED SEXUAL ENERGY! LET'S face it. We need sex. We need porn. We need to get laid.

WHERE'S KIEFER WHEN YOU NEED HIM? Eh. So Becky wrote porn. And...yeah. She wrote Dave/Jo porn. She wrote Dick/Jo porn, which is...PORN. Especially if you think about the NAME. And she wrote Doc/Gin porn for meeeeee and she's still writing it! Yeah, it's porn. What was that Star Wars icon with Padme? "My fandom truly, deeply needs to get laid." So where's Kiefer? I would use the predatory mood right now, or the horny one, BUT THERE ISN'T ANY ACID!

I want Sheen, you take Kiefer. And Yes, there was acid in our muffins. Admit it.

I will not, you're LYING! BELIEVE NOTHING SHE SAYS IN HERE! SHE'S LYING BECAUSE SHE'S ON THE ACID THAT'S NOT THERE! She's laughing at me now.

Oh, I'm just thinking outloud.

Laughing isn't a thought. ...And you're doing it again.

Eh...eh. Ahem. sheen SWEX!

SWEX! SWEX! THAT WAS ME TRYING TO MAKE HER SAY SOMETHING! I SAID IT! THE FUCKED UP WORD BELONGS TO MEEEE!

I have to pee.

No you don't, that's just become a reaction to something you can't respond adequately to.

Good point. Sorry, but you know that milk we had this morning?

There was no acid.

*sound of Becky laughing hysterically*

None.

I kind of, eh...slipped some acid in your milk. It's your move.

I don't believe you.

Well how else would we PASS OUT DURING 24?!

That was before we had milk, Becky.

Oh, sure, get technical.

It's not technical. It's just not being stupid.

The sexiest part about you is your brain!

What brain?

The one above your thighs and below your back!

I don't have a penis, Becky.

Well if you did, it would be backwards. Like a little tail!

HOW THE HELL DID WE GET INTO THIS DISCUSSION! CHANGING SUBJECT, CHANGING SUBJECT! So how about that Sheen guy...you know, Charlie Sheen? Does he wear tighty-whities?

No, but in Major League (PALMER IN SPEEDO!) he grabs his crotch and tells someone to blow him! *raises hand*

Becky, would you really, honestly...I'm not even going to ask that. Hey, how about those gay dancers in Tarzan Rocks? I THINK WE FOUND HALDIR'S JOB!

YOU'LL BEEEEE IN MAH HEART!

Your libido.

But it's SOO liberating!

DON'T KILL US, MOLLEH! BUT...THEY WERE WEARING SPANDEX! AND HIGH KICKING! AND SWIVELING HIPS AND...performing Silmarillion: The Musical whilst naked. NEKKID! NEKKID KIEFER! WE SHOULD WATCH THAT NOW, BEFORE BECKY'S MOM AND MY PARENTS STOP TALKING! *gets up*

Oh, you mean before 2005? ^_____^ Ah don' maaaaahnd! Beckeh ebonics.

MEHHHHHHHHHH! I WANT...UM...PORN. Becky, write me pr0n. Hee, pr0n. Uhhh...fat rappers on TV. Oh no, the parents are moving towards the door. We might not get to see this. And squee to death.

I going to HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL. HELLFIRE AND SEX!

Becky just left, while still insisting that there was acid. Yes, precious. AAAAACID! THERE WAS NONE! NONE AT ALL, NEVER ACID! SHE WAS LYING! I think I'll watched naked Kiefer. Or manip. Yeah. Actually I'll probably end up having to do my homework. Dammit. But THERE ISN'T ANY ACID! HAHAHAAA, SEE icon icon icon! Appropriate! Hahaaa! So hyper! I swear, we spent 80% of the hour and a half drive to Animal Kingdom laughing. We went to Animal Kingdom, got wet on the rapids ride, saw kitties (tigers), saw TARZAN ROCKS AND THE GAY MALE DANCERS, saw the Bronto Butt of Reala's DOOM, saw the Dino-Bite, ate in the Dino-Bite, got odd karma in the Dino-Bite (THEY HAD BORN TO BE WILD, WILD THING, GREAT BALLS OF FIRE AND OTHER SIGNIFICANT SONGS ON THE JUKEBOX, which we heard in phantom soft noises throughout Dinoland.), I held up an empty fry box at a beam of light coming through a window, went "Siiiiiimbaaaaa" and made Becky choke on her soda, got rained on (which happened last time we went to Disney, and got rainchecks, which is why we got to go yesterday) and saw a DYNAMIC bus. Really, it said dynamic on it. IT'S A SIGN! We tried the whole time to come up with a title for the fic we've been writing for SIX MONTHS and been RESEARCHING THE HELL OUT OF OUT LITTLE BRAINS FOR, AND TORTURING MOLLY FOR, AND WRITING FOR SIX MONTHS AND STILL NO TITLE! MEEEEHHHHH!

And I really hadn't thought about the whole lights-on part of the porn-that-isn't-porn that she's writing me. Wow, it is. Heeyyyy...ummm...PORN. Write fast, Beckeh, and I shall manip fast!

But yeah. We laughed about Melia. I made aberrantpundit an icon. We took pictures of the SIGNS we saw.

WE WENT TO VIRGIN MEGASTORE! They have 24!!!! They have Desert Saints! I was so very tempted to beg my mom for $10, but she's already helping me to buy 24 S1 and S2. They had Bed of Roses! They had lots of movies...um...DARK CITY, they had that! They had Stand and Deliver! They had Major League I&II! They had a 24 guide, the US one, which sucks. I like the fan-made UK one better.

Ahhh, am slowly winding down. But I'll be enjoying my DVD-ROM later today, so I might be hyper again-

AHHHHHHHHH I FORGOT HOW COULD I FORGET? THEY HAD FLASHBACK ON DVD! I SO WANTED IT! OH MY GOD, I LOVE THAT MOVIE! As...is...evident...by ranting about acid above. BUT I WISH I COULD HAVE BOUGHT THAT TOO! We bought Blaze of Glory, which Becky is going to get once I order my own copy off BestBuy.com. MUSIC SO WONDERFUL! I just wish there was more of the instrumentals by Alan Silvestri. AND I WISH THERE WAS A YOUNG GUNS I SOUNDTRACK! Ahhh winding down again. I have to pee. Really, it's not just a reaction. So, I'll shut my mouth.

VIVE LE PORN! Ha, we followed around Scottish people at Disney to listen to their accents. And we saw lots of Brits wearing FCUK shoes and shirts and stuff. So, uh, off I go to pee, and then manip and clean up the tissues strewn on the floor from S2 10-11 pm!

Becky: Dr........Peppeh! ::swims in the bliss of the soft drink with a PhD::