Okay, so as some people on my f-list know, I have been unenthused about Greys Anatomy lately. And that lack of love, has meant that with the exception of the first three episodes, I have pretty much missed all of season 6. No, I was not abandoning it, and this was never my intention. It’s just I didn’t have the energy or the motivation to sit and stream it online, so I was like “Eh. Not fussed. I’ll wait till it comes to the UK so it’s not so much of an effort.”
I’m lazy, kay?

Cut to:
Today, about ten minutes ago.
I’m about to shower, I’m pretty much just going to check my emails and go to bed.
I am perusing my f-list, checking out all the shizz that’s been occurring while I’ve been napping. (I’m eighteen and apparently noon is my bedtime, FML.)
Boodling along, Mark and Callie comm comes up with a gif. I think ‘Eh, what the hell, maybe Shonda let me have a fucking interaction for once, I’ll take a look.” HOLY BED SCENE!
I am now in Zombie-trance-like state. I am now finding the episode because I have to know what the frak happened that Callie is in a hospital bed?? Why is he there? He was doing a strange rubbing kind of thing, I must know why.
HMMMM.
And I kind of wanted to know what happened to Cristina and Owen. And Teddy. And if my (potentially, as I haven’t watched her) unjustified hatred of her could perhaps alleviate.
Apparently it can’t.

OH, and… I haven’t reviewed anything in a while, and I’m itching to do some bitching. Haha.
Seriously, my caps lock button has been SEVERELY underused.

Hey, this is where you find me:
*waves* howdy.
There will be some “WTF” faces in here. Because I haven’t watched, and you know, I don’t know who some people are. Lmao. Or what the hell is happening.
YAY for ignorance!!

( {6x12 'I like you so much better when you're naked'} )

I have got to that point in my fic where I listen to the same song over and over while I finish it.
I don't want to get frustrated with it. But it's happening.
Will admit, that one of the things I love about crack!fic is that I can't really go wrong. I can go right, I can be all brilliant with my characterisation and dialogue and situation. I can be fantabulous and make you like "OH MY FRICK. THIS IS HOW IT WOULD HAPPEN."
But if I'm not:
"Oh, it's out of character? Well, when have you seen Alex tongue Cristina?"
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*cough*HAHA

And: Thank you, Stephanie(_takemeaway_) for bidding and subsequently winning me!! Congratuwelldone.
This is where I find out that all this 'bidding for fic' is just nonsense. And now I'm her personal slave, complete with pink onesie and body glitter. Just because the people of Haiti kind of dig that.
Great.
Awesome cause, and I'm so glad that I'm a part of it.

Wow. People are bidding on me.
OMGOSH.
I am incredibly blessed for an f-list like you guys.

I have so much to do lately. This makes me nervous.
But I whacked out 750 words of collegework today in about ten minutes, and then got stuck. PROGRESS.
I need to prioritise but I find this hard to do when I hate college and love writing. Hm.

Ugh. I love Twitter.
Just hit 1000 tweets. FUN.

Random Fandom Moment #47:
I love Quinn/Puck so much. Ugh.
Seriously.
It's not that I hate Puck/Rachel, it's that I can't even see them.
My love for Quinn and Puck and their little mohawk'd baby just blinds me to any other ship. haha.
Yeah.
I need to write them. Or at least her. Soon. After Alex/Cristina. Hm. And then there's that Artie/Tina thing I starte aaaaaages ago.
See? This is why collegework does not get done.

Hey, all.
My muse is in a coma. Going to do a writing meme to revive her.

Stolen (YOU STOLE) from slybrunette:
Hit me with pairing/character + prompt and I'll write you a one sentence fic about them. You can go as many times as you want with this.

It's a free-for-all!
Any fandom, any character/pairing, whatever. But it needs a prompt. Or, you know, bad things happen.

If you could post them at this post at my writing community (sort_of_story), I'd appreciate it. :)



(AND I'm going to ask you to BID HERE at my help_hiati thread, because it's for a good thing and "For justice, and for the safety of puppies, and Christmas. Oh, come on!"
(here for more info.)
Yes, you and everyone on my twitter will be annoyed at how many times I mention it. But it's going to happen.

Thank you everyone whose already bid, you're amazing.)

Okay, this is where I pimp myself. Or my fic, as is more accurate.
I wasn't going to do this auctioning fic thing, but then I wondered if I could just sit there and not do something so small and feel okay about that. I can't. Or couldn't. So I signed up for the help_haiti thing and said I would write fic for whoever bids the most.
I write fic all the time, all the time, why not let it be for some good? Hm.
Now most people on my f-list kind of know what I produce, but for new people, this sort_of_story is my writing community. I know, it's new but there's a pretty extensive archive in there cataloguing ever fic-venture I ever made. Typically of the angst/drama genre; but every now and again on rare and happy days, I do fluff.
On my thread (HERE), I say I will do Glee and Greys Anatomy, but to be completely honest, that is flexible and if you're on my f-list and you want to bid but you want something different that you know I write or even just watch (e.g. Whedonverse, Misfits or a certain film-- just check interests and userpics), just comment to my journal and I'll know what you want and it won't be a problem. It really won't. The only reason I've kept it so limited is that I wouldn't want a stranger being completely dissappointed if it took me a little longer.
[[GRIN]]
Hm. Here, is where I literally reiterate everything I already said on that thread (you know, the one RIGHT HERE): Erm, any pairing or character is fine. As you know, there are characters who I tend to write. But that is irrelevant. This isn't about me. I will do exactly what is asked. Ensembles are awesome as well, and will end up frakking huge just so you know, just give me the situation and I'll do it. (For an example of what I can do with a whole cast of GA haha, just click that link back there.) ERM. HM. What else is there? I can do 'five times' fic, I can do a one-shot. If you wanted I could split the word-count (4000) into a two-parter.
BASICALLY. WHATEVER YOU WANT. I WILL DO. AND I'LL DO IT WITH A SMILE.
Anyways, bidding starts at $2 or the equivalent in your country. And goes on until the 19th, I think. Hm. I should probably know. *Puts fact-checker hat on* DIRECT QUOTE FROM COMM: You can bid up until noon (Eastern Standard Time) on January 20, 2010; new items can be added until 6:00 AM (EST) on January 20, 2010.
I like the way this fact-checker hat looks on me.

Oh, and if you didn't get it the multiple times I said:
GO BID HERE, KAYTHNX.

Questions, comments? Put below. ^_^
Hope you bid. :)
Did you not get that that was the objective of this post? haha.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESSI!

I send music into the Aether in your name :)

( {This world keeps spinning and with each new day; I can feel a change in everything} )

I genuinely think one of my favourite pieces of patients/surgery mirroring Seattle Grace personell lives is in 'Into You Like A Train' with the two patients on the one pole.
Ugh.



And then the wonderful:



That last scene breaks my heart. And that scene between Derek and Bailey in the elevator. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

I love vintage GA. And with Meredith pining after Derek, season two makes for one of the best seasons. Ever.
*is nostalgic*

Oh, and Happy New Years, F-List. Much love to you all.

How strange you could say it is to wish Merry Christmas at the end of the day; the reason for my doing so is four-fold:
#1. I kind of forgot to do it last night.
#2. Did you really expect me to walk upstairs halfway through the day when there was pyjamas to be sat in and food to be consumed? (Do not think my laziness dissipates on the holiday.)
#3. This was the only time of day where I felt compelled to even look at a screen, let alone put words on it.
#4. I find myself at that strange, hazy kind of time where I am too full of carbohydrates and I look at the tree which now has nothing under it, and I'm sad.
I took all my presents upstairs, landed them on my bed, and started to put them away. Fluffy socks went in drawers and books went on shelves and CDs went into CD players and got turned on to shuffle. My pile slowly diminished, and now was more of a heap. The few that were still on the bed didn't have obvious places to go, no drawer assigned for them, or the ones that were were now too full to even comprehend squeezing soap into or something. I'm staring at my pile of presents, and I hate that they're going away. I hate it because then the day is over. The novelty has become normality.
So I make the entirely conscious and semi-stupid decision to not put away the rest. I move them to the floor at the end of my bed- a ridiculous and inconvenient move- and I say "No. You are not going away." They'll go away eventually. Get worn and put into the wash. Or I'll run out of soap and squeeze a blob onto my hand and then decide that actually it's kind of easier if I just take it into the bathroom.
But not today.
While still in a pile, they remain my presents. In drawers, they become my things. My possessions. Like they always were.
And I want to remember that they weren't. That, until this morning, these things were not mine. they were anonymous shapes in colourful paper. They were promises. They were smiles from family members as I eyed one or two from grandparents that were placed under there. But they were not mine.

My friend said to me on Christmas Eve, "Why the hell are you so excited? It's just Christmas."
My response to this is that I feel exactly the same way, except I emphasise the third word as opposed to the second.
It's just Christmas.
Christmas.
And yes, I could sit here and list a load of things wrong with the season, some socialist will tell me that it's commericialised and what about other people and it's not really about Jesus or religion or faith or miracles anymore. And to this, I say, "Well, yeah." I can't argue that flashing lights and an abundance of chocolate is truly the meaning of Christmas. But I am not religious enough to say that I really feel an impact when it comes to this loss of faith. I was never one to pull out a mock baby Jesus and thank my lucky stars that I was not born in the barn of an inn where sheeps and cows and shizz licked my face. It's not that I don't care, it's just that this is not what Christmas is about to me.
Aside from my immediate family (the ones contained in my four walls, who bitch about what I keep on the TV and how my sister's music is too loud and how blowdrying my hair at two in the morning is not really appropriate nor fair), relatives are not a huge thing to us. I have never sat around an enormous table and laughed and caught up on a year I was not part of, and pretend that I wasn't really really uncomfortable with who I'd been sat next to. I never had this. I had four people sat around a tiny square table that we did not use for any other time of the year, pulling crackers, wearing stupid hats and eating far too much.
So no, the loss of the traditional family doesn't mean that much to me.

My traditions are as follows:
* I will stay in my pyjamas all day.
You're very welcome to come over, but pyjamas are on. YOU ARE WARNED. I'll open presents, I'll make you a cup of tea, I'll say "And what did Santa bring you?" to your children. I'm the perfect host. But I'm in pyjamas. (And my sheer comfort is probably why you are getting such a warm welcome.)
* My mum will buy me a magazine and wrap it up as a present.
I do not know when this started.
Any kind: gossip, fashion, home and garden. She will see something on the front page that she knows I will like, and fuck what the rest is, she's buying it.
* I will not look at my presents until the morning.
This involved a rather embarassing journey through the living room last night, led by my mother, hands firmly clasped to my face as I tried to go upstairs.
I do not want to know.
I don't even want to guess from the shape.
I don't even want to know what the wrapping is like.
This comes from the fact that when I was younger, my mother would send me and my sister to bed and then put all the presents out. I would wake up in the morning to feast my eyes on the sheer magnitude which befell me. A pile, a heap, for me.
I would dive in, eyes eager, hands even more so. And where my sister tore the paper, leaving it in rainbow shreds on the floor, I would peel tape, refold paper up, inspect. Every corner, every word, every image I etched into my brain and then put it into a neat pile that any kind of heavy duty Tetris player would be impressed with.

We have the makings of a 'traditional' Christmas. The kind you'd see in catalogues or in sitcoms.
We have early morning present-opening.
A tree, lights, tinsel.
We have a turkey dinner that is huge and that nobody finishes and we have leftovers that everyone will still pick at for days.
But what we go without is the calling of these things tradition.
It just is.
It just happens.
Every year.
You can call it tradition, you can call it habit, it still happens.

And every year, I will get sad that the day is over.
I've had horrific Christmases. And the best.
That same gnawing in my stomach will appear at about 9pm and proceed until the next day.

Anyway.
So I guess my point is, is that I'm kind of glad that list of reasons led me to writing this at the end of the day.
I am saying 'Merry Christmas' to the day you've had, or are having. I'm saying 'Merry Christmas' to your own set of traditions and your own families. I'm saying 'Merry Christmas' to you and to your Christmas.
Because it is yours.

OMGOSH. NO MORE TILL APRIL!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
*composes self*
Let’s go:

1x13 ‘Sectionals’
( {You can say what you want, I’m not walking out} )

Ugh. Here's the thing--

Next year, I promise I will be a part of all the wonderful xmas goodness that occurs. Cards, those crazy wishlist things, anything else that boodles my way. Next year. That is happening.
But right now, I am seriously lacking in the monetary way.

So I sincerely apologise for what would appear to be my lack of festive spirit.

I am very much in love with my f-list. ^_^

AND:
It has come to my attention that I am not receiving notifications.
So if I don't reply, I'm probably not being rude. =P

I'm not complaining. =P



But yeah, I'm in love with this.
And it's reminded me of how very wonderful Mr. Johnny Depp is. YES??

(I make no excuses for my adoration of fanvideos.)

Oh, and erm--

I'm pimping the fuck out of this video. Because I think he's very cute. XD In an 'I want to pinch his hopeful cheeks' way.

Oh my gosh, I just got a snowflake from justlovely87 and I think she might be my favourite person of today.

I am easily pleased.

I am really in the mood to write some Burke/Cristina, or just Cristina-centric fic.
Can anyone reccommend awesome Burke episodes?
(Jer, I'm looking at you.)
TY.

Oh, and... Do you ever read back your old fic for whatever reason and think OMG what the fuck was I smoking when I wrote that? or used that word, or thought that. Or whatever.
I just had this.
And I was looking through my computer and I found the half-written sequel to my Mallie fic This Piece Of You. WOW. And I never got around to finishing it. I'm kind of sad about it. haha.

(Spoilers obviously)
1x12 Mattress review

( {You've got to roll with the punches} )

Bored. So very bored.
And tired. All the time.
Gr.
And I was getting better, no more coughs, no more cold, and now it's all back.
WITH. A. VENGEANCE.
Aren't you meant to develop some kind of immunity in childcare?
It vexes me. I'm terribly vexed.

Old Gilmore Girls episodes make Josie feel better? YES.
Luke and Lorelai. Be still, my heart.
This is all falling_slowly's fault for mentioning them. =P Are you not aware of how susceptible I am? haha.
I am the kind of person advertising is made for:
TRY THIS! YOU'LL LOVE IT.
You know. I think I would love that.
And this comes with that thing free!
OMGOSH. I've always wanted one of those! :|
What is it?
I must own it.
In all honesty, I love me some Lane Kim. I choose episodes that have lots of her in them. ^_^ So cute. <3

Stupid. Teenage. Skin. =/

(I wrote it in a rush, so apologies for typos, opinions that need to be rethought and excessive abuse of CAPSLOCK)
1x11 Hairography

OMG. Deep breaths, deep breaths.
You have no idea how hard it has been for me to stay away from those songs. Seriously. And now they’re here! YAY. I knew them all, I knew who was singing them (TINA. TINA. TINA.) and yet I stayed away.
And right now, I have no fricking idea why.

( {But you should know by now, I'm not a baby} )

Like 9/10, it was amazing, and I cried- a lot. And Glee has really hit its stride. WOOPAH.
I love my show.

“It’s a male duck.” Oh Brittney, you’re divine.

Review Glee 1x10 "Ballad"
( {We all need somebody to lean on} )

This episode was like a 9/10, and the only reason was because of my limited Tina… And Puck. And no Sue. And… a few parts that I just wasn’t ZOMG over. But Puck looked nice. And Artie and Mercedes killed that last song, so-- YAY FOR GLEE and the fact that it’s finally rocking the storytelling part of the show!

What did you guys think? ^_^

It’s an Artie episode; I was going to flail like a little bitch.
AHHHHHHHHHHH!! *gets that out of system*
It’ll come back.

1x09 "Wheels" review
Spoilers obviously
( {Well, you’re irritating most of the time, but don’t take that personally.} )

OVERALL-- 10/10
Favourite episode yet.
But I hold tremendous bias.
And I’m proud of it. Haha.

Title: That's why we, make a good you and me (Five times Artie realises he might have fallen for his best friend)
Chapter: You know what I'm going to say before my mouth even makes a sound
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairings: Artie/Tina
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: One minor curse word, nothing really. If you're up-to-date with Glee, you're golden.
Word Count: 1135, approx.
Summary: It took him a whole forty minutes to remember and accept that Tina didn’t cause the accident and that she isn’t walking about just to spite him. And he’s not entirely sure what that says about him.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual. All song-lyrics mentioned belong to their respective owners, not to me.
Author’s Note: Previous ones are You and me, we couldn't stand being normal and We both laugh at the most random situations, please read them. ^_^ Because you know, I wrote them. haha.
Anyways, this is the third one. And I went a little more angsty. And that was tough because well, we haven't really seen much of these two. BUT I hope you like it. Please review. But be nice, I bruise like a peach.


( {Tina is always the unlucky person who just happens to be there.} )

Title: That's why we, make a good you and me (Five times Artie realises he might have fallen for his best friend)
Chapter: 2. We both laugh, at the most random situations
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairings: Artie Abrams/Tina. C
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: If you're up to date with Glee, you're golden.
Word Count: 1000, approx.
Summary: She punctuates the sentence with a 'smiley' face that makes him feel a little guilty, in all honesty. But she looks fine. And the worst-case-scenario is that she falls asleep on his shoulder during the day and he has to keep swatting her awake tomorrow when her eyes droop during Glee club.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual. All song-lyrics mentioned belong to their respective owners, not to me.
Author’s Note: Can stand as a one-shot, but for the sake of whoring myself out, I'll say read part one. You and me, we couldn't stand being normal haha.
I'm not as happy with this, as I would like to be, but I'm just going to post and see what happens. haha. Please, read and review. ^_^

( {2. We both laugh, at the most random situations} )