Dear god!

Please make the musical number in my head STOP! Jeeze, Copacabanna won't stop looping through my head, and it's driving me crazy. I'm trying to sleep, but I keep thinking about apartments and grad schools and GRE exams and assignments and cigarettes and boyfriends and OH MY GOD SHUT UP!!!!

And how is that I intend to help *other* people with their psychological problems, again?

Eep!

Favorit fics status:
No More Snakes and Ladders - haven't read square 19 yet.
Ame's HMTMKMKM, chapters 12-16 - haven't read yet
Lorrain'es Shadowlands - Chapter 9 - haven't read it yet
Tabaqui's credence - haven't read chapter 21 yet, for cripes sake!
Tabaqui's babylon - haven't even started that one

I'm a bad friend and a badder fanboy. tsk tsk tsk.

That's all I ask of you

yipes!

I broke down and bought Phantom yesterday - the two disc special collecter set DVD (you know, to match the two disc special collecter set CD *rolls eyes*). So I just watched it, and *gah*.

I don't hate Gerard Buttler anymore, but I wish they would have chosen someone else - prefferably someone with lips that aren't quite as pouty as Angelina Jolie's. And, they must have fixed the lip synching for the DVD because I didn't notice it like I did in the theater.

Anyway, long story short, now I'm all sad and stuff. Boo.

Gross

I just got a craving for Happy Joes suasage and mushroom pizza. I don't know why, but it sounds dammmmmmn good right now.

(see, it's gross because I *hate* Happy Joes under normal circumstances)