Heads you Live, Tails you Die

Today I had The Most Fun Ever (by which I mean that I was amused for over an hour). Mostly this consisted of not having sheet music (as if I wouldn’t have a contingency plan, I am the queen of making shit up as I go along!), and then getting to watch everyone’s jaws drop at my jazz-style Summertime with added crazy-high parts. Yeah, I LOL’d. But I’d forgotten how good it feels just to sing sometimes, and the acoustics in our performance room are amazing! It’s like singing in a Cathedral *swoons*.

I am going to buy this dress. Because it is prettyful. And I am thinking I could dress it up or down, so it will be an investment, not just an impulse buy. And then of course I’ll have to buy shoes to go with it…

I glanced through an essay from one of the upper fours while I was waiting to do something else (because I’m nosy like that), and it made me smile. The question was “Sassoon and Owen were in a mental hospital together, do you think these poems are the work of madmen?” and the girl had concluded that she liked Owen’s poem best and that they couldn’t have been crazy because their poems were too good. Which made me smile, because that’s a beautiful way of looking at it.

Keya and I have decided that guys with swords are invariably hotter than guys without swords. We think the swords add about three points onto a guy’s rating. And we like Sean Bean’s voice. And Ed Westwick, but more when he’s being Ed Westwick than when he’s being Chuck Bass. And then we had a fight, because I think Nate Archibald is the epitome of beautiful, and Keya disagrees. Because she is wrong.

( I am eventually going to write all of this in a fic. Not the same fic. Different fics. <small>I really wanted to write ‘Fick’ there.</small> )

I am going to try and catch up on FNL before the finale. Mostly because I'm really woried about Tim. *wibbles* ♥

So, three flakes of snow fell on London and now nothing is moving. Which is a bit silly really, because Canada must have more snow than this for most of the year, and Canada's never closed, is is? But it's good for me, because I overslept and couldn't get into college, so I have an unexpected snow day!

Most of which, I've just spent baking. The whole domestic goddess thing really doesn't work for me, but I'm getting better. I only cried three times, swore minimally within the cat's hearing and burned a whole strip of skin off the inside of my left palm. That's pretty good for me, and my sponge cake is only a little bit soggy.... yeah, I pretty much suck.

On the plus side though, I'm no longer drunk/hungover. Mum said I drink too much, and I didn't believe her, but I'm very glad she wouldn't let me drive yesterday because apparently I was actually still drunk. I've got to watch that I think.

Also, I have been wondering, why is everyone on LJ older than me? I assumed, with the amount of two-sentance-chapter fics around, that most people had an average age of 14 or so. But apparently, most people are older than me. I appreciate that everyone has to learn to write, and my first fics were truly horrific, but I was 14 at the time, I kind of assumed that everyone grew out of it...

In other news: Misha has taken over my brain. He's just too pretty. And Jeff!Muse is playing up and keeps chasing after Sam!Muse in oppose to dealing with Jensen!Muse like I asked him to. Bad Jeff!Muse, now see what you've done!

I also have sniffles, I think I'm getting a cold. It sucks...