I rearranged my room with Julia's help. It looks super sweet now, and I actually have a chair in front of my computer instead of trying to be comfortable at the end of my bed and failing in epic fashion. (The backaches... just, no.) Now the rat is well away from the windows, so she won't freeze her little tail off, the sort-of-nook my bed was mostly occupying is being put to much better use, and I actually made a good chunk of wallspace so I could hang up my Farsi poem/art. (The wallscroll is still s.o.l., but I'm not too worried about it.)

Mom and I watched some more Heroes today. I'm trying to rush her into watching many episodes each time, because I really really really want to get to Six Months Ago... we're only getting to Better Halves tomorrow, and it makes me sad because I wish D.L. was still around, he was so much more awesome than Niki. :(

I got half the stuff on my to-do list done, which is pretty good actually.

It's supposed to snow tomorrow. I am not well pleased by this news.

Julia is pushing me hard to finish reading Twilight. I'm a little less than halfway through right now, but I should be able to finish it tomorrow, Thursday at the latest. She's also trying to get me to read the other three books in the series, but... they sound a little too sparklypoo for my taste. I am anxious to get the time to read A Lion Among Men. My copy of Son of a Witch is m.i.a., probably still in the storage unit despite my best attempts to bring it with me.

...having this chair at my computer is awesome, because now Butcher comes and curls up next to me all the time. My lovey little kitty. ♥

For some reason, all I can remember about my dreams is men in briefs. Tighty whities are not hot, imho, except... yeah. It was not a bad thing. xD

It is nasty outside. Spitting snow and rain. Ewwww. And my throat hurts a lot. Winter, you suck! You just got here and you still suck.

Later I will post pics of my new room arrangement. Right now, I am... assisting Rachael with an essay. Or "assisting." And then I am going to make some hot chocolate and have srs reading time. Srsly.

...Somehow, my fic landed on the Heroes fandom newsletter! I am stunned and kind of amused. I think I've been on a total of one fandom newsletter before. It's a nice feeling. :3

I know I've taken this quiz before, but I don't remember what my title was, so here it is again.




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and I am pretty awesome. xD

But even more awe-inspiring is John McCain's use of the worst word evar. No, not that one. I'm talking about cunt. (Pipe down, boys. Not that way.)

I almost never embed video, so indulge me on this-- and watch them if you want a laugh. :D

Apparently, in 1992 McCain called his wife a cunt in front of a group of reporters. Why isn't anyone reporting about this? Probably because you can't say cunt on TV. But this, my friends, is the internet. (obviously, the following is not safe for work.)



Even better is the slip of the tongue McCain made just today. (3 seconds long.)



So he's old, he's not healthy, he's vaguely senile, temperamental, AND he drops the c-bomb. I wonder if that would change my mom's opinion. xD