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You guys! I was linked on fandom_wank!

I'm not going to link back, because those people tend to be a bunch of douchenozzles, but I had to quote this from the comments:

Today in class I learned that mylar was inert and thus was the preferred plastic for housing delicate library items.

But this post seems to suggest Mylar is highly volatile.

Help me internet!

xD

I was on the hunt for breakfast, slowly stalking a loaf of bread, when the paterfamilias came up and told me to do laundry and vacuum. I am pleased to report that I did the vacuuming while slowly roasting the sweet, soft breadflesh for consumption. Then I slathered it with the juicy, congealed flesh of grapes. Om nom nom.

So now I have laundry to do, and I should at least TRY to clean my room a bit. I can probably finish More Information Than You Require if I don't take a nap this afternoon.

I do want to try to finish two more prompts today, and one of them has to be the half-finished one. This would be easier if I could write in the tub. I really want a bath. xD

Maybe if Watchmen wasn't three hours long, I could see it in Syracuse, but I strongly doubt my mom will want to stick around the mall just for me.

Yeah, not bothering with Syracuse because the only point to me going now would be to pick up my free Aerie thing of the month and it's not worth an hour and a half in the car with Rachael and her friend.

I am so moody this past week. I don't think the "rapid-cycling" part of my "rapid-cycling bipolar disorder" has been in such effect since before I moved here. I'm kind of stupid, I don't know what I can do to even it out, so I'm going to ignore it and bake. Carrot cake was surprisingly easy, I'm going to have to write down the recipe I used because I kind of blended my mother's with the one I got online, and now I'm going to try and work jacintillating's recipe into the mix because oh christ pineapple yesplz. (If we have any.)

And then I can make the enchiladas and they'll be ready by the time Mom and Rachael get home.


I need a job. And some kind of purpose. Much as I love fandom, it will not get me through life.

I was going to ask my mom if I could use her paypal to buy someone paid LJ time, but the family is broke right now, so. Some kind of way to supplement the general income, maybe actually pay my parents back for supporting my lazy useless ass would be good.

*stabs mood swings with a big-ass knife* >(

Man, I am still depressed by how SAME all of the Nathan/Peter and Adam/Peter prompts are. You like to see Peter get hurt, we get it, could you be a little more creative now? *eyeroll*

Baking did help me feel better. I have the carrot cake (with raisins! but sans pineapple because we have none) in the oven, and I can get the enchiladas in pretty much as soon as they come out. For some reason, I am digging music from my early teens right now, so I was dancing around to DMB while I was baking... I'm kind of surprised at my recall of almost all of the lyrics. Then again, I did have about a month when I didn't take Under The Table And Dreaming out of my CD player.

I feel like doing something repetitive and mindless right now. I might peel the labels off all my empty pill bottles so I can use them for storage effectively. Or I could go read all the Nathan/Peter fics at the meme.... no, no, I'm joking. xD Don't kill me, brandinsbabe.

But seriously I think I'm going to do the label thing.

OH. One last thing: Kitchen scissors are the BEST. THING. EVER. It took me ten minutes to cut up chicken instead of a half an hour. (I'm slow, okay?) I could have kissed them, if they weren't sharp and possibly coated in salmonella.

The Mountain Goats - Broom People

'36 hudson in the garage,
all sorts of junk in the unattached spare room,
dishes in the kitchen sink,
new straw for the old broom,
friends who don't have a clue,
well meaning teachers,
but down in your arms,
in your arms, I am a wild creature.

floor two foot high with newspapers,
white carpet thick with pet hair,
half eaten gallons of ice cream in the freezer,
fresh fuel for the sodium flares,
I write down good reasons to freeze to death
in my spiral ring notebook,
but in the long tresses of your hair
I am a babbling brook.

I used to do massive music posts. I might just switch to doing one daily that's sticking in my head. The last two lines of the first verse won't leave my mind.