![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ruby_caspar. Specifically, I want to write the smut that she left out because seriously? John-in-Teyla's-body and Teyla-in-John's-body sex would be pretty hot. Weird, but hot. But I can't get any of that out of me either!
After everything melted over the weekend, it decided to snow today. Just what I need, to go tromping around in a blizzard and then kill myself trying to walk on ice for the tenth time this month. Can it be summer yet?
*shakes fist at weather system*
Also, I'm still pissed as hell that The Golden Compass beat out Transformers for best visual effects at the Academy Awards. They pick polar bears that lop each other's jaws off over cool cars that turn into giant fucking robots and beat the shit out of each other? I saw both movies - Golden Compass did not in anyway impress me as much as Transformers in the special effects department. I know it would be absolutely painful to give an award to a Michael Bay movie, but come on! It's Optimus Prime, for Pete's sake!
*shakes fist at Academy*
I need an "Optimus Prime does not approve" icon and/or marco...
So I stayed up last night until 3 a.m, woke up at 8:30 a.m, got embroiled in some srs bznss going down at
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
sga_noticeboard, skipped two classes today, and didn't eat lunch all to procrastinate on a four-page paper about the history of humans rights in relation to the Magna Carta, English Bill of Rights, etc. (snooze fest) which ended up being a crappy three page paper full of nonsense that I was going to turn in anyway only to discover an email in my school inbox telling me that my class for which the paper is due has been cancelled for the day.
If I see one more fucking Tranformers fic where the location of the final battle is Los Angeles, I am going to bust some skulls!
The final battle takes place in Las Vegas. Say it with me now: L-A-S V-E-G-A-S. So says the book-based-on-screenplay, Wikipedia, and common logic.
Now, I know not everyone reads books based on the movies and that not everyone actually researches stuff for their fan fics and quite a lot of people don't use common sense in fandom, but seriously. Someone needs to throw a map of the Western United States at the movieverse Transformers fandom.
The Hoover Dam is in Nevada. Los Angeles is in California. The two are four and a half hours apart. There is no logical way that a military convoy plus the Autobots can make it to Los Freakin' Angeles with the Decepticons right on their asses and gaining, especially when they catch up and blow things each other up on the interstate. Just because the battle was filmed in areas of Los Angeles doesn't mean it actually took place there.
Augh.
Geography is my personal pet peeve, mostly because whenever I tell someone I'm from South Dakota, he or she are like, "Oh, so you're right by North Carolina then?" or "Where?" or "You're not the state with the president head's on a mountain, are you?" or, when he or she figures out the location of the state, they ask, "Oh, so do you still ride around in covered wagons and live in teepees and fight the Indians?"
*headdesk*
Transformers has crawled into my brain and eatten it and I don't know why! *headwall*
I did my civic duty today and got some brats trying to record Transformers on their cell phones kicked out of the theatre half-way through the movie.
I noticed that the kid had his cell phone out during the previews and thought he was text messaging, so I left it alone, grumbling under my breath about the nerve I some people. I noticed that he was pointing it at the screen a little bit and the previews were showing up on his phone, so I pointed it out to one of my friends. Someone a few seats behind me got up and told the little bastard to put his phone away (he was holding it up rather high, actually) because it was distracting. He put it away and I did notice anything again until one of the earlier action sequences where he had pulled it out again and was actually recording the movie.
Once again, I pointed this out ot my friend, who suggested we go get the mangement. I went because I had already seen the movie and a few scenes later, when he had his phone out again, he and his friends got busted and were taken out of the movie theatre. Apparently, he had taken a few pictures and a couple of videos, but no charges were pressed because it wasn't anything incredibly signifigant.
The main manager of the cinema was disappointed about that because a federal charge would've gotten him a raise.
Whatever. I'm just glad the little bastard was thrown out because I hate, more than anything, people who can't turn their freakin' cell phones off in the theatre and have to do shit like that to ruin everyone else's movie experience.
Anyway, Transformers was just as good the second time around (I haven't go to a movie two times in theatres for a long time!) and now I must rush off to work!
OMG
HEROES!
Good God, why did I never watch this show before?! Probably because I was working, but it's still sooo good. Good thing SciFi likes to play marathons! I am in love with Peter Petrelli and Claire and Hiro and pretty much the entire cast.
Guh.
In other news, I registered for classes at the university yesterday. My earliest class is at nine and I don't have any classes after five, so I'm happy. I got to hang out with my roommate for a bit and we went shopping. Well, it was mostly me shopping anyway.
I found the most amazing book at Barnes & Noble yesterday, the Character Naming Sourcebook. It's a book full of names divided up by gender, meaning, and origin - it's pretty much the most awesome thing in existence. And it was way less embarassing to buy than a baby names book.
I should be writing on the last of my senior pictures or doing the last of my homework before work. Oh well...
Peter! *loves*
John has a sunburn across his nose that's giving him freckles and Rodney's just unintentionally insulted Teyla by insisting all children are brats and should be put down before they steal his chocolate. Elizabeth and Teyla are discussing girl things over hot fudge brownies and ice creams while Rodney's radioing John in the shower at five in the morning and demanding to know the anti-derivative of some equation so he can keep John's mind sharp in time for a Wraith attack.
Teyla and John are under the influence of the Wraith Queen from Submersion and are having hawt sex dreams about each other; they're also practicing their "discouraging" techniques in the closet outside John's quarters and I'm pretty sure Rodney and Cadman are making out on some abandoned lab table. Elizabeth is trying to learn how to knit but Rodney keeps making fun of her, Sam Carter's discovering five different things about Rodney she never knew, and Ronon...isn't doing much, actually. Don't even ask about Daniel and Vala because I don't know.
In the alternate universe spectrum, Sir John is chasing Meredith the Minstrel around the woods with a sword while Mage Dex shakes his head in complete exasperation while Lady Teyla waits for one of them to climb to the tallest room in the tallest tower and kiss her already, god damn it. Teyla is having a Mulan-type moment, going off to fight in the Lantean army against the invading Wraith disguised as a man and falling in lust with her senior commander who has met her as a girl and has no interest in her in either genders what-so-ever. John is also on board the R.M.S. Titanic and is very interested in the little French Opera talent staying in the stateroom across the way, but her mountain of an escort is creeping him out and the Canadian science professor keeps trying to talk to him about aeroplanes when he tries to flirt with her. Also, John is having a miserable time at prom and Michael Kenmore from W.R. Aith's Academy has suggested that he and Teyla get a hotel room. Stay tuned to find out if she tells him where she can shove his keys or takes him up on his offer...
I hate my brain.
Especially when I was up for nearly twenty-four hours on Saturday-Sunday and am completely sore from my heels and the dancing I did at my senior prom. And when my mom wants me to address graduation invitations and these stupid ideas are running around instead!
No laughing,
tielan !
I really hate fic. Hate, hate, hate.
Why do I always get the insane inspiration for epic fics I'm never going to finish/public when I have five other fics I really want to finish on my computer?
Stupid, stupid, stupid crackfic!
Well. At least it gets me writing. I need the practice. Plus, I'm still a bit burned out from AP Novels - twelve papers in nine weeks! *dies all over again*
At least all we do in AP Poetry is get into a big group and discuss the meaning the of the poems. If only I didn't feel quite like a traveler on the Oregon Trail when Mr. Beard calls out, "Circle UP!" everyday. No one appreciates my sarcastic comments about creating a circle to protect our women and children from the Native Americans.
Tsch.
Off to write Teyla/John crackfic that will never see the light of day.
I suck at life. My AP Lit paper is due in an hour and I'd rather be surfing LJ and FFnet than writing it. I'd actually prefer to be writing fic instead of it, but I put the paper off all weekend and all day, so I must suffer the consequences.
Why do I procrastinate so much on everything but fan fic? Why do I not have my priorities in line? Why, why, WHY?
Because my ego constantly tells me that - since I am a such a 'great' and 'talented' writer - that I don't have work hard and prepare like the rest of my classmates to get an 'A'! It would help me A LOT more if I DIDN'T do my best schoolwork under undue stress and pressure, and if my teachers would stop giving me As to teach me my lesson!
Damn it all.
At least I will not be forced to write an entire new debate case this week on top of everything else on my to-do list.
Bah.
Now, to the AP Lit folder! Away!
...and then maybe I can get back to writing that steamy John/Teyla fic before I pass out from sleep and caffine deprivation. Damn Lent.
I've discovered why I'm such a bad updater.
It's not because I get writer's block or because I'm too busy or because I don't have access to a computer all the time.
It's because I have the attention span of a gerbil and I get distracted too easily.
Take right now, for instance. I could be finishing up Part Two of The Incident in the Library or getting some work done on Chapter 21 of Nothing on Earth. Instead, I'm writing on livejournal about how I get distracted too easily and I'm surfing FFnet for Danny Phantom fan fics to read. I could've had Part Two finished last week if I really tried hard - instead I stayed up until two in the morning nearly every night, surfing YouTube for episodes of old television shows I liked or - once again - reading fan fiction.
I get distracted far too easily. And then, when I get distracted, I lose my motivation and nothing happens. I'm wasting my time when I could be doing something important or improving my writing.
I could've had three chapters of Nothing on Earth done this summer - I'm not that terrifically busy that I can't find time to write a page each day. But, once again, it all comes back to me being distracted so very easily.
I need to get motivated - I want to have Nothing on Earth finished by the time I graduate so I can work on the sequel, but that won't happen if I'm reading DP fan fic until 5:30 in the morning every night.
And to do that, I think I need to give my dad his laptop back. Having that in my room is too much temptation at once. I have a computer in my room, but it's from the Stone Age (i.e, 1998, I think) and the only internet it has is dial-up, so I can't go on for too long without wanting to kill myself from the wait. My computer also doesn't have Solitaire on it. That game has become the bane of my existance. I play it every day for about an hour and it's not even fun any more - it's an addiction.
For the sake of my fan fic, I must part with this beloved laptop. I never liked typing fan fic up on it anyway - the keyboard doesn't click the way I like it.
So now I've got one distraction out of the way. Now I need to find out some way to get rid of my DP obsession before it's too late and I end up with twenty some pages of useless scenes for a fan fiction, just like I did with PotC.
Good thing I didn't get the urge to start writing PotC fan fic again after I saw the movie. It pretty much crushed all my fan girly dreams anyway.
***another side note about getting distracted: I left in the middle of typing this and didn't return until about twenty minutes later. I was only supposed to be gone for like a minute - my mother and my sister were fighting about the artist of a song on the radio and I had to tell them who it was. Then, I got hungry and ate, and then I played around with my new phone before I remember I had left the laptop on and I needed to finish my entry.
*sigh*
