So I accidentally held a party last night. Even more accidentally, it lasted 10 hours (probably because I just don't have the heart to throw people out until they stop having fun). Not entirely accidentally, I got drunker than I have ever been in my entire life (hey, I was in my apartment, it's not like I had to deal with getting back here later... and also I did not get sick or have a hangover,* so yay!). I've been getting facebook messages from people all day today telling me that they drank too much last night, hope they didn't embarrass themselves, and OH YEAH their head feels like it's exploding/melting/doing both at once. I really can't believe no neighbors complained because we didn't close it down until 6 am. RIDICULOUS. I am not a party person at all so I'm not sure how this happened.

And then to make an awesome several days even more awesomer, I got a call from my favorite person ever and she had enough time to talk on the phone for an hour. lovvvvvvve.

*I have many friends who would contend this means I did not drink enough. I contend that it means that somehow I drank JUST ENOUGH and then just awesomely became hangover-proof.

I tried looking up on facebook this guy I used to know whose name is Sam Dick. Thanks to facebook's smarmy "we KNOW which name you mean" feature, all the results I get are for people named Richard Samuel and Samuel Richards. THANKS, FACEBOOK. (I do, on the other hand, appreciate this feature when I search my friends for my brother by his nickname.)

Today I was pondering the fannish funk I've been in lately. I guess it coincides with a real life funk, which is annoying because it leaves me, idk, not having anything I want to do. And I want to be funky, not IN A FUNK. BUT ANYWAY, the point of this was that I have ONCE AGAIN lost that lotrips story with Orlando and Elijah as superheroes who AREN'T AWARE OF EACH OTHERS' HEROING and then they have sex on a car while wearing masks, and it had this EPIC SOUNDTRACK set to really, really, reeeeaaaaally angsty music that went along with it, including something like, possibly, "Electric Blue" by the Cranberries (if that is even a song) because Elijah has very blue eyes and his superpower was electricity. Which he used to sex up Orlando on a car. Look, it all makes sense in the fic, okay. Or perhaps not, because it wasn't exactly the best-written thing I've ever read. BUT THE POINT IS. I lost it again, and I feel bad going back to lotrips_finders like, "Hey, I've asked you guys this before, BUT..." And the stupid thing? I CANNOT GOOGLE SEARCH THE COMM FOR MY USERNAME FOR SOME REASON, which would obviously be the most expedient way to find it again.

So my resolution is MOAR FANNISH CONTENT. Like maybe write that essay on why Merlin/Arthur is OBVIOUSLY the new Harry/Draco.

And my other resolution is to watch less tv, because I think I have so many shows all my fannish energy is drained just keeping up.

My philosophy professor had a hickey today. I could see it. Right at the junction of his shoulder and neck. It was quite distracting. If he buttoned one more button on his polo shirt it would have been hidden, and I contemplated asking him to do so but ultimately rejected the idea as too inappropriate. Instead I just had to deal with having my thoughts derailed horribly every time I looked at it.

In other news, scoradh recently wrote this wonderful story, The Problem With Elephants.

It's original fiction (that means ALL OCs, darlings) and so there is no Harry Potter [sorry, there IS a Potter mention] Draco Malfoy or Rodney McKay to be found, but that's alright as her characters almost put them to shame. Tim is a gangly, awkward teenager who has a crush on his former best friend, Noel, who is tall and handsome and cool and has dark hair that falls sexily over his eyes a lot. Scoradh mentions this fact more than once, which is one of the reasons that I love her. Anyway, some time ago Noel and Tim had a falling out ("Martin Luther and the Great Schism had nothing on It," according to the story) and now Tim is just PINING ALONE even though he kind of HATES Noel (but still likes him, y'see, because emotions are contrary like that) but because Tim and Noel's mothers are best friends, they are FORCED into CLOSE CONTACT. Hot boysex ensues, obviously. Trust me, if you read this story, you will not be disappointed.