Chaucerettescs

For Sean. I was bored:



I adore Halloween and am so.pumped.for.the.party. As I mentioned to Leah, Nick and I might be up to a half an hour late. Neither he nor I have the gas money this week for me to go get him, so his parents need to do it. Problem is, his mum can't get there until 6-6:30, putting him in Brighton around 7:45. Wonderful. And I can't go on ahead because he needs to come to my place for part of his costume. Being dressed like Marie Antoinete will probably make waiting around even more depressing.

In other news, I changed my own earrings without assitance and/or flailing, which is good. The one ear is still very difficult to work with since it has a big bump at the site of the piercing, making it hard to find the exit hole.

Finally, I need to go in and talk to my counselors this week as I would like to finish my Associate's this upcoming semester. However, that means taking 22 credits when the maximum is 17. But it's only six classes (only one more than what I'm taking this semester) and only 4 more hours of class a week than what I'm taking his semester. Which I'm more than capable of handling, but I know they're going to dick with me. That's the only thing I dislike about Community College, the counselors can be very condescending. They don't mean to be; they just are. Take the average bumbling counselor and multiply it by 3. It's like they assume that because you're at Community, you must be stupid, which is an implication I resent as stupid people are the exception there, not the rule. Our teachers don't treat us like morons, so why should the administration? Whatever.

I think I've found one indicative of what goes on in my head all the time.



I cannot watch this without losing my shit laughing. Gael's little dance! The tattoos! Their big bobble heads! Their apathetic expressions! The way the mouth lines keep showing up so that they look like marionettes!

I need to spend less time on the internet.

(I swear this will be the last of these I post.... for now)

Oh my God, the mood I'm in today. Lol, you have no idea. You know those moments when writing gets a little too dark? This is one of those moments. And here's the remedy:

Nick came over the other night and we watched a great deal more of Rome. We did however end up falling asleep until my mum woke us at 4 am since Nick was supposed to be home at around 2. I don't recall much about that part, though I do remember using the phrase "I am a sleepy ungulate" a few times which... what?

( Doodly doodle )

lol, I need to not doodle when I ramble with Sean on DA.

Me: You know Lena and Ben will be running around all like "THIS IS THE GREATEST BABY THAT EVER LIVED!"

Sean: Haha, New!Daddy!Ben would scare me.

Me: New!Daddy!Ben is hilarious. "SHE WILL BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CHILD EVER! SHE IS GOING TO RULE THE FUCKING WORLD! YOU ALL WISH YOU HAD A BABY THIS NICE!" And he'd bring her home new presents every day and just, like, stare at her all the time all impressed. "SHE BLEW A BUBBLE WITH HER SPIT! HOLY SHIT, LET'S JUST SEND IN HER APPLICATION FOR CAMBRIDGE TODAY!" And when she's a toddler, she'll just be babbling about ponies and doggies and he'll be totally enraptured, having tea parties with her bears and shit. "PONIES! YES! BRILLIANT!"

It's really sort of sweet in a pathetic sort of way.

( You know it's totally true )

Stickers, indeed.

Also, a realization that made me giggle:

( Hee. Seriously. )

Because this whole theory will never not be funny. Not to me, at least.

Katelyn stayed over last night! Huzzah! We ended up watching Labyrinth since, unbeknownst to me, she had never seen it before and so I had to let her experience the weird. We also watched Sleeping Beauty since neither of us had seen it in yonks and were quite embarrassed to discover that we still know all the words to the songs, even the more obscure ones.

This morning we watched A Muppet Christmas Carol because we'd been laughing over that old dream I had...the Swacit/Muppet Christmas Carol one with Ben as Scrooge...which, really, never stops being amusing. And Alan is Bob Cratchit and Geoff thinks he's Charles Dickens and goes around narrating with Gael at his side and Lena has to wear a silly bonnet and Adge looks pretty stricken at the end when Ben hugs him and it's one of my favorite dreams ever.

And "I don't even like Dickens."

I think seeing Roger and John as singing puppet ghosts would've been more than enough to set Ben on a path of redemption.

Also, Ru and Nik are Bunsen and Beaker. Hee.

Beaker: *gives Scrooge his scarf*
Katelyn: *beams* BUH BUH BUH BENNY AND THE JETS!
Me: ONE OF US! ONE OF US! GOOBLE GOBBLE GOOBLE GOBBLE! ONE OF US! ONE OF US!

Anyway, it reminded me to post this mix that has been cumulating on iTunes for freaking months. I mean, I've been building this one bit by bit since August and keep not bothering to post it because it's so freaking long. But I have to say in all honesty, even given the subject matter, it's one of my favorite playlists. It has a ton of my favorite bands and songs on it and as far as storytelling goes, it's the most complete. I need to stop storyboarding via fanmixes. Lol, oh well, Ben and Lena don't need a book now, they have this big honking thing. It covers from the time they met through their years together in Paris to their breakup to their reconciliation five years later.


Feat. Interpol, The Wombats, Scissor Sisters, Peter Bjorn and John, Goldfrapp, The Pierces, Pelle Carlberg, Duran Duran, Pink Floyd, Heather Nova, Anna Ternheim, Stereophonics, Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire, j. englishman, The Raconteurs, The Cardigans, Hera, Jeff Buckley, People in Planes, Placebo, Shiny Toy Guns, VAST, The Smashing Pumpkins, Fiona Apple, PJ Harvey, My Brightest Diamond, Kings of Leon, Imogen Heap, Death Cab for Cutie, Snow Patrol, Neko Case, Trespassers William, Garbage, Beck, Sarah McLachlan, Turin Brakes, Mute Math, Guillemots, Flyleaf, Bell X1, Tom Lehrer, and some other people...

( Entree: I've met someone that makes me feel seasick )

( Intermezzo: There is no pain, you are receding... )

( Pas de Deux: I Know We Could Be So Happy (if we wanted to be) )

( Adagio: I'd break the back of love for you, I'd break the back of love for you )

( Le Paroxysme: There's a ghost in my bed, she cries in her sleep... )

( Debut de la Fin: I just couldn't breathe with your throne on my chest )

( Le Denouement: If the world ends, I hope you're here with me )

( Another familiar type of lovesong is the passionate or fiery variety, usually in tango tempo, in which the singer exhorts his partner to haunt him and taunt him and, if at all possible, to consume him with a kiss of fire. This particular illustration of this genre is called The Masochism Tango. )

ZIPS:
Parts I & II
Parts III-V
Part VI
Part VII

Very nice last day today.
-Got $87 back for book returns (half back on three textbooks) :D
-Spent all of Comp laughing with Brenda over how godawful Twilight is. Hee, extremely cathartic. We also discussed HP fandom. Not even kidding.
-Psych exam went well. Steven said he'd be glad to write me a rec letter if I ever needed it. :3
-Shakespeare was fabulous as usual. There were cookies!

I'm pretty bummed. This semester was really enjoyable and several of my teachers aren't teaching anything else next semester. :[

Btw, I finally caved and started searching for episodes of Robin Hood season 3 online. Found episode 1 here:
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XODEyMjgwODg=.html

Quality's sort of bad. If you can play DIVX files, I recommend:
http://www.supernovatube.com/divxp.php?viewkey=841a3d633264b4c33697

Very good quality.

The melodrama? Heavy. The dialogue? Terrible. Keith Allen? Still Amazing. Much? Adorable.

Lol forever @ Guy and Robin's first fight.

( As for the rest (No spoilers, just rambling): )

Oh, and the Sheriff calls Guy "Diddums".

Isn't that what's really important?

You know what's fun about coloring on the computer?

( You can so fucking cheat at textures )
Aww, I'm sure everything's going to work out for them... Er...

B'aww, her little vice grip. You know, I find Mel and Ben bonding to be much cuter when I'm PMS-ing. ...I'm not entirely sure what that says about me, but there it is. Of course, PMSing also makes me find Ben/Lena sexier and allows me to smell colors, so what do I know?

... why the fuck aren't I sleeping?

Since the next mix is going to be about, you know, murder and stuff, I wanted to squeeze in one more fun one.

And Lena is always fun.


Peter Sarstedt, Gabriella Climi, Scissor Sisters, Poloroid, Imogen Heap, Lily Allen, Sia, Goldfrapp, The Magnetic Fields, Mirah, The Cardigans, The Dresden Dolls, Bat for Lashes, Air

( If you really loved me / you'd buy me a beautiful pearl / But you've already bought me / all of the pearls in the world / So there's one thing I crave / When my days become ho-hum and blah ... ... I want a zebra... )

ZIP
Other Lena mix: Old Love Haunts Me in the Morning

Lol, that "Fuck You" song is so versatile. And so bouncy!

I am convinced the only way Lena can stand being in the same room as Roger is by imagining him like this:

and smirking incessantly to herself.

Which is the sort of reason why Lena and Rufus make such good friends.

I'm glad it makes them feel better, because it certainly does nothing for my sanity.

Ugh, these stupid allergy meds have me feeling so tired.

I had my Psych mid-term Tuesday and did pretty well. I have a pretty solid A in the class, so that's good. It's nice having Steven back. That sub was just... ugh.

You know what I missed about school? Getting essays back. That is still inherently awesome. (I'm not terribly crazy about writing them though). On that note, my Shakespeare teacher and I have a very good rapport. I rocked the shit out of my Anti-Semitism presentation. It's probably very sad that Shylock is one of my favorite Shakespearean characters. Deborah gave me a rec for a book called "The Turquoise Ring" about Shylock and his wife Leah in their youth. It's quite romantic and devastating, given what's going to happen.

We're doing King Lear now. Lol, I love this class sfm. We get to do all the plays I wish we'd done in high school. I still sort of wish we were doing The Taming of The Shrew, just for the sake of discussion.

I've having more ideas for the book, but as far as actually writing...nil. I don't know why I have such a bad block. I think I'm just feeling overwhelmed with everything that needs to be included and all the things I love that may need to get cut. One of the general rules in publishing I've found is that first novels should try to stay under 450 pages (even though fucking Twilight is nearer to 550). I think I'm going to try drafting a proper timeline for the first book and see where that goes.

In the meantime, I will continue to post weird shit

( Three Telegrams That Geoffrey Would Actually Be Quite Likely to Send )
Lol, I blame Katelyn for making me giggle at such an abhorrent act of arson.

In other news:
Oh, Texas
Dallas school accused of staging cage fights among students

Dear folks on eBay who keep outbidding me last minute on books I want,
Stop destroying my dreams.
Jackie



For Sean by ~swacit on deviantART

Ah, DeviantArt, where Robin Hood/Swacit crossovers make perfect sense.


( Read more... )

Lol, I think perhaps, I need to go to sleep.

In other news, I GET TO SEE KATELYN ON FRIDAY :D :D

Ok, so, I have a math test on Wednesday and on Thursday, I have an in-class writing exam in Comp, a Psych test, and my presentation due in Shakespeare. So. Much. Fail.

Oh, well, I at least have the play to forward to this Sunday. And nex weekedn I am stealing Katelyn from school :D :D :D

Back to the schoolwork though... BLERGH. I so just want to be writing right now. Writing... what exactly, I'm not sure, but that doesn't matter! I do know I want to move away from the villains for a while, since everything I have been writting lately (which includes rhetorical court transcripts, btw) has been about them and it's beginning to depress me. Seriously, writing about them is like writing an entirely different book. And when Ben is a sympathetic characer by comparison to the others, I need to take a break. (Though, Jesus, Roger gives me the creeps sometimes. One of my favorites is probably when Ben, Roger, and John went to Vegas and he insisted on driving four hours North, without telling where they were going. Their destination? Spahn Ranch, the last known home of The Manson Family. To his credit, Ben does call him a fucking ghoul and insist they leave. See what I mean? I hate writing "to his credit, Ben..." period. That scene btw would be in the rhetorical Ben/Lena book... the one I'm totally not writing. Ahem.)

Anyway, as a breakoff point from villainhood for the time being, I did a less-than-serious villain mix. Bouncier, melodramatic, more prone to making them look like the moronic weirdos they are.

There are three tracks from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog on here. As I mentioned in an e-mail to Jess, whether or not a person finds something to like about Dr. Horrible has become my catalyst for determining whether or not a character has a soul or not (Roger hates it, btw).


Voltaire, Margo Guryan, The Magnetic Fields, Felicia Day, Neil Patrick Harris, Ben Folds Five, Scissor Sisters, The White Stripes, Donovan, Green Day, My Chemical Romance

( It's a bitch convincing people to like you )

ZIP

Hooray, last of the sins. Once again, Ben is all over this shit. Good to know he's so well-rounded. :/


The Go-Go's, Porcelain & The Tramps, Sneaker Pimps, Covenant, Louis XIV, They Might Be Giants, The New Pornographers, Pearl Jam, The 88, Robbie Williams, Alanis Morissette, The Decemberists, Iron & Wine, Rufus Wainwright

( I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage Called the blood of the exploited working class But they've overcome their shyness Now they're calling me Your Highness And a world screams, Kiss me, Son of God! )

ZIP

I am tired and sated on good barbecue.

Lol, tonight was my dad/uncle's birthday party (their birthdays are seven years and one day apart) and my uncle was ripped on Tequila and kept trying to start shit with me about politics and Obama. It went on for about two minues before Grandma Liz snapped, "Craig, will you shut up with that stupid shit?" Hee!

Sin numbah six: Wrath, or How Ben and Roger would really like to beat the shit out of each other. Is it bad that if Ben actually had just beaten and killed Roger at the end of the first book, I'd actually have a modicum of respect for Ben? I think I've been watching too much overdramatic sci-fi. It's also probably bad that wanting to beat the living shit out of Roger is probably the only thing Ben and Mel have bonded over.


The Decemberists, Built to Spill, Hera, Bjork, Bonnie Prince Billy, Disturbed, Breaking Benjamin, Archive, Colin Meloy, Soundgarden, Elliott Smith, Rob Dougan, Imogen Heap, Greenskeeper

( I won't rest my head until Hell is your home )

ZIP

I'm extremely bummed. My Psych teacher's mum is dying so he's going to be gone for the next three weeks. He's such a nice man and I love his lectures. :(

In other news, my ear tubes have gone all wonky again, meaning that the only meds that actually worked were the steroids (which I obviously can't keep taking). So now I'mon, like, Cingulair. Lol, seriously, just go away.


Something amusing to cheer me up:

Adge:

Straight

You scored 41 (-52 being completely gay, 0 being bisexual, and 52 being completely straight)

Ben:

Mostly Straight

You scored 29 (-52 being completely gay, 0 being bisexual, and 52 being completely straight)

Take The Sexuality Spectrum Test

Oh, snap.

Hee, ah, do I hear a tinny burst of outrage coming from my subconcious?

Ben: I... those tests are bullshit! Not nearly enough variables are taken into consideration! I... he... he dances ballet, for Christ's sake!
Me: *shrugs* Sorry. I've been taking personality tests for you lot for close to five years. They're usually pretty accurate.
Ben: ...I ...you... oh, you can just fuck right off.
Me: Lol.

I'm just gonna post two more of the sin mixes since I'll be super busy tomorrow.


( Cigarettes and chocolate milk These are just a couple of my cravings Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger A little bit thicker A little bit harmful for me )
ZIP


Ok, this one should seriously just be called "Ben Fairchild and How Much He Loves Being Filthy Rich"



( I know how to hurt I know how to heal I know what to show And what to conceal I know when to talk And I know when to touch No one ever died from wanting too much )
ZIP


Lust

Right, so lately I've been making myself miserable trying to think of a possible new title for Swacit (since "Somewhere a Clock is Ticking" is the name of a Snow Patrol song). I'm not sure you're allowed to name a book after a song that isn't yet public domain, even though bands steal names from books all the time (My Chemical Romance comes from an Irvine Welsh novel and Steely Dan is the name of the dildo in Naked Lunch, which, heh...)

The trouble is I now have the title so interwoven into the themes of the book that I don't want to change it and even if I did, wouldn't know what to change it to.

How about...

The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill... and Came Back Down Dead.

Wait... shit...

Chase's suggestions: Someplace A Clock is Ticking or A Clock Ticks... Somewhere
AHA! I see what you did there.

Lol, I'm screwed when it comes to naming the second one.

I did go ahead and change Adge's last name to Landau. It needed to be more Jewish. I've been writing a scene with his grandma, btw. All I'll say is that it includes a good deal of Yiddish and the line "Mama, please don't rub Melanie's uterus." Good times.

When Katelyn was over the other night, we started weaving plot bunnies which I'm going to post here lest I forget them:

( Kippers, Confession, Portraits, Marzipan, and Sex Talks )

Lol, I love riffing with Katelyn about this sort of crap. I always end up laughing until my throat hurts. Often, the voices are the best part, not that you can tell here. (btw, the priest occasionally sounds inexplicably like Yoda).

P.S. I've decided I still want to do the Ben/Lena book. Tonight I discovered tha when Paris was bombed in 95, the first station to be hit was literally right across the street from where I had them living. I am intrigued.