Ok, here's something else I should do: I was in history class and Mr. Hanchett was talking about western immigration and stuff, and he mentioned that people went out there for better land. For some reason, this led him to say that the thing he wants most in the world (his Mirror of Erised) is just a tiny square of grass in his backyard. Because, you know, he apparently lives in Sommerville, which really is a "concrete jungle." So, for an Easter/April break present for him, I want to plant some grass seed in a little pot, and maybe stick a little mini birdhouse in it or something. That would be so cute!

Also over April break, I would like to dedicate that week to making a Snape-coat for ComicCon, but I don't know if that'll go through.

Argh, I need to watch Dollhouse. And Buffy.

I think I'm going to go to the movies this weekend; I'd really like to see Frost/Nixon. It's still out, isn't it? I'm pretty sure it is.

ELIZA DUSHKU WAS IN BOTTLE SHOCK!? NOW WHEN I WATCH IT WITH MUM (because I said I would) I KNOW I'M GOING TO FANGIGGLE. (Also, as I pointed out to the Gang, she's so awesome in that movie that she's the one snarking at Alan Rickman. =DDDDDD) 

I saw Steven in the library today, and he suddenly broke out into song. "John Jacobs Jingleheimer Schmidt!" I don't remember how Mr. Muller reacted.

I did a very stupid thing at Exit 51. I sort of went with a couple of other people to ask Ms. Beekley what she thought of Mr. Quadros' beard (which still looks ridiculous.) It was a STUPID thing to do. Really, at least when Snape snarks, it's more mean and condescending. When Ms. Beekley snarks, it's like she's trying to make your soul melt into a little puddle of shame. *Ali leans over, "Argh, stop backpedaling! You're making it worse!"* God, I think she loves how upset she makes me.

You know what I find interesting? The Insider (or whatever it's called) was on, and it seems like every five seconds there's like, "HAY GUYZ! MAH SEKRIT WEDDINS, LET ME SHOW U DEM!" I suppose I find that most annoying because of that bit of my Life's Work. It's like, "Okay, they didn't do it in secret because they wanted you to analyze everything, post pictures everywhere, and say horrible things about them. What is this 'secret' of which you speak?" Anyway, that's sort of a personal rambling (though Snape wholly agrees and says: DDDDD:<)

I was watching tv with Mum and there was a commercial for NEIL PATRICK HARRIS ON ELLEN HOLY FRICKING FRICK ON A BISCUIT- I was squeeing so hard, and I can only imagine that, had she seen it, chevy_the_geek would have had a coronary. Or her eyeballs would have popped out. That happened on House one time, you know. BUT NEVERMIND THAT. I saw a couple of pics from

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Bruins game tomorrow! *Edgey!whoop!*
 

So much time, so little to tell. Wait. No. Scratch that, put it in reverse.

Ok, so... Going back to Friday. Mr. Mintz was talking about schizophrenia and how some people babble nonsense, which is called word salad. He says, "It's as if you take all the words of the english language and turn them into bits of lettuce and tomatoes and cucumbers, and..." "And those funky little onions!" "YES!" he says to me. "AND THOSE FUNKY LITTLE ONIONS!"

Um... I had this dream night before last that was kind of a Buffy thing, and I swear Giles was in it, and I'm almost certain Snape was there too. But they were hanging out with Howl, and maybe I was Buffy? But anyway, Howl called me on my cell phone to warn me about demons or whatever, and he was speaking in a French accent. And I was like, "Hey, aren't you British?" And he was like, "Um?" Before which he went off on a whole rant about why he was obviously Frnch, and didn't I pay any attention at all? But then Snape's first cat from my Snape!fic was there, except he was turned into a t-shirt... And someone was wearing him? But it was still Snape's cat... But then last night I had a Buffy-like dream too, but I don't remember much about that. Oddly, I hadn't watched the show for a while before any of that...

So. The Christmas party. I won't even go into the history of the annual Christmas party that my dad's side of the family has. But, in essence, I'm usually pretty dependent on the presence of my Aunt Cheryl, who writes self-help books and has been on Good Morning America and Oprah, and God knows what else. So she did indeed come, and she brough another lovely author-friend from California, who has done basically the same. Dude. They. Saved. My life. I would have died in the hor d'oeurves if they hadn't been there.

So Cheryl and Debbie (Debbie Ford, the author friend) were talking to me and they decided that I should write a book about what parents should and shouldn't do during a divorce, basically because my parents went through a bloodbath. 'Cause you know that nine year old boy who wrote a book about women? People dig young authors, apparently, so yeah. Thanks for giving me this two weeks after NaNoWriMo. I dunno what I'll do with it now. (Oh, and also? Debbie has a son one year younger than me, and he loves ComicCon too. =DDDDDD)

What else, what else... OH FRUITS BASKET~

*sigh* Ok, so what else? I did some lovely drawings this weekend, and I might post one or two once I ink them. They're all Snape!fic, of course, all with Meloric, simply because I was in that cute-yet-melancholic-Furuba-induced-mood. She's very much like that, now that I think about it, sort of like my postwar!Snape. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess. (Which makes sense, because she really does love her daddy very much.) *D'awwwwww~* <3333333333333333333333333

Oh, here we go: a wet fish slap back to reality. Turns out my cold hands and poor circulation mean I have Reynaud's disease. I'd assumelyricalecho has it too, judging how she turns purple and stuff. But anyway, we won't die or anything. Oddly enough, I did some research and do you know what sometimes causes Reynaud's? (Or is the effect of, if I read it wrong, which would be bad.) But anyway, do you know what I'm talking about? Lupus. Lupus. Dr. House is now coming to impale my head on his cane.