PUCK. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU. -tacklehugs-

Ohhh, don't you love it when you discover another white supremacist site that reeks with antisemitism and black discrimination?

No wait, that's my hobby. And what a fun hobby it is. :D Have fun, folks.

Beeteedubs, House last night was more Foreman, M.D. than House, M.D. I am glad that we got to keep the therapist, even if he is a slightly pretentious know-it-all. Speaking of those, Foreman is really such a douche. Really, really a douche. I actually found sympathy for Thirteen. Oh yes, the House/Wilson cooking buddies thing? YES PLEASE. Serve me up a plate of that hot bromance! I reeeally want House to come over and we can cook together. Naked. Speaking of hawt, Cuddy was the bomb, mainly because of Chinese cooking partner. House has a FRIEND other than Wilson? What up! She needs to have a recurring cameo because she's just awesome.

Hmmm, I think that's all for now.

(May be falling in love with Narnia again. Cause and effect: may start writing Pella again. Oh, tell me you remember her.)

HE'S BACK.









{See icon if you're really that thickheaded.}


Coherentness later.

BONES. And my reaction was...wait for it...WAIT FOR IT...

(Since I'm really lazy, I'm just re-posting what I wrote in the comments section of the 206_bones com.)


( SPOILZ FOR DA VULTURES. )

  In other news, after a few WEEKS of contemplation over group Halloween costumes, (ideas included: dif. stages of Britney Spears' life,tv scientists, the cast of House, doctors, goths, mechanics, a rainbow, seven sins, witches, seven sins rainbow, unicorns, HIMYM sayings, emoticons, Canadians, song lyrics) the final consensus was split. Three of us are being Canadians. Two of us are going to suit in an upward direction. Also known as SUIT UP. We have managed to REPRESENT (that's as ghetto as I can write it, fo shiz on the yo-down...wtf did I just say? Type. Whatever. Thppt.) hyimym while still being sexy. Oh yes. It's gonna be AWESOME.

I'm getting tired of my mainstream stuff, so I'd appreciate some help in finding more obscure bands. A.K.A. I want to know what you like! I myself listen to stuff like Greenday, Dayplayer, Dandy Warhols, Joan Jett, Commodores, Shiny Toy Guns, Crystal Method, Band From TV--I like interesting rock. Especially punk, and techno rock (if there is such a thing). Can anyone suggest some good music for me? I also like some more indie stuff that has Beatles influence--if you listen to the music from the 'Adam' trailer, that's the sort of stuff I like too.

In other news, I watched (500) days of Summer, which was actually pretty damn good. I like the message. Even though they may have pushed it a little too hard, just a titch.

Despite what my icon says, this isn't a panic post.

i just really want to rename my account!

So, does anyone have a rename token lying around? Yeah, I know. Pretentious. But I'll be willing to do work for it in exchange. Like...umm...I dunno. I can give you government secrets, fo realz.

But seriously, anyone willing to do something for a trade? Hey! I'll give you free music.

Stolen from a House/Cuddy thing. I'm making it into a meme!

These questions are what are asked on Inside the Actor's Studio. Answer 'em yourself and tag two others to do as well!

1. What is your favorite word?
-Philistine
2. What is your least favorite word?
-abuse (Of course, this has to do with a severely allergic reaction to reading it in angst stories when beta-ing.)
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
-reading others' work, late nights, listening to rock, neuroscience, quantam physics
-classical music and those gorgeous soaring cathedrals in Europe
-music, other people
4. What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
-repetition, overanalyzing, requirements
-depression, lack of sleep, religious nuts
-death, listening to the same song way too many times, bad slash, sitting at my computer for too long
5. What sound or noise do you love?
-listening to my friends talk to each other, typewriters
6. What sound or noise do you hate?
-when my teeth scrape against a peach skin
7. What is your favorite curse word?
-Damn
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
-Considering that I'm a student, I want to be both a fictional author, and a cross between a psychologist, neurologist, and criminologist (ist! ist! ist!) Oh, and a part-time stripper for a little bit. And a bartender. (You decide if I'm kidding.)
9. What profession would you not like to do?
-Engineer, any desk job, being part of any big company
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
-"Well, well, well..."

I tag googlebrat and maaike_fluffy .

I don't know why, but lately I've been having journeying urges.

A few years ago when I had a thicker umbilical cord to the computer, I used to read epic fanfictions that stretched over ninety chapters long and would take me two weeks to finish. When I finished, I had the distinct feeling of a journey finished, something equated to the trip that little Frodo Baggins took from his little home in Bag End in the Shire to across the wide, wide world. I went on an adventure with those stories, and I adored that feeling. The pieces that I read like that were exquisitely written and rare to find.

I've been feeling that itch in my bones again, the need to take a long, long journey and to come back exhausted and ultimately sated with adventure. I tried rereading the Eragon series, but it didn't get rid of the itch. Neither did hunting down a moderately sized epic and trawling through that. I think that someone Out There (for us agnostics) is trying to tell me to write my own epic. Or that I need to read a new one.

So, I'm going to try option B first. Knowing my fandoms, can anyone recommend a sprawling, very long, epic-sized fanfiction for me to read? Preferably set in one of my fantasy fandoms, so no tv shows, but anything else is game. Harry Potter might be nice. Suggestions?

Today in Biology we learned about some Really Cool Stuff. Our teacher is a hilarious crazy woman who tells the coolest stories and is down right funny, but I actually LEARNED something fascinating today.

So, how many of you know what dopamine is? -glances throughout virtual room-

Ahh, most hands are raised. I keep on forgetting you guys are out of high school. Oops. (For those who don't, dopamine is that chemical that makes you super happy and is totally natural. You get a small rush whenever you do something good for yourself, like give a hug or have sex or whatever.)

So, dopamine is an actually tangible substance that you can stick in a vial--which means you can inject dopamine into someone else and give them an insane high like you would experience with heroin without the nasty side effects. (ADDICTS REJOICE!)

But all joking aside (Srsly guys, I don't carry dopamine or whatever), this actually may come into play with a lot of unexplained addictions. For example?

Scientists have recently theorized that people who have problems with obesity have heavy tie ins with dopamine. They suspect that the people had a higher dopamine rush while eating when they were children or teens (when your brain is still forming, so lay off the lectures, Mom) and became addicted to food because of that high. Not only do you personally remember exactly how happy you were feeling whenever you got a particularly high hit of dopamine, but you also CHEMICALLY (this is the important part, folks) remember the rush. Your brain cells can still recall that awesome, intense flow of dopamine coursing through them. The Super-Smart scientists think this is why some people who struggle with moderating their eating find it so hard to stick to a diet, because your brain is directing you to get that rush again.

Cool, huh? In the aspect of science and all that.

So, in theory, you can make people addicted to anything you really want had you a vial of dopamine. Of course, it would have to be injected into your skull while you were performing the activity, but that's a small snag.

For example: giving them an injection of dopamine while they're eating peanut butter and pickles.

On a more applicable scale, you can probably use this to get people attracted to eating healthily, maybe stopping social disorders, or even stopping would-be terrorists. We'd have to find a tangible idea of peace first, or the antonym of blowing up buildings, but you could theoretically stop them from doing things like that.

For drama. I'm considering naming it something like "Another one of those 'Confessions of...' Soliloquies". Or maybe Silicone Secretary. Hah.

(phone rings) So...I should probably pick that up. Yeah...any minute now...(reaches out for phone; it stops ringing). Oops. Too late. Wow, I hate this job. I haven't done any work. Seriously, I'm surprised they even pay me--hey, my nails look great today. Oh, it's Ted from Accounting. He always looks down my shirt when he thinks I don't notice. Hey Ted! Yup, doing it again. I'm sorry, Mr. Smith is busy right now; want to leave him a note? I know what he's thinking; yeah, these are real. Last time I checked, my job title wasn't Silicone Secretary like that girl Jenna who's on the third floor. Would you take a seat there, please? How would he feel if I stared at his crotch all the time? (begins to glance over) Wait, what am I doing? What am I doing? (gaze is constantly drifting in that direction) Don't look, don't look...oh, I'm getting sucked in--oh, that's what she said--(looks) Oh my god, is that--ew. Okay, gross. Ugh. Why am I doing secretary work? I have a brain. I know what progressive inferential stock loan enhancement means. I'm pretty sure my boss only hired me because he thinks I'm hot. He's always looking down my shirt too, even though I told him about my fiance. Maybe I should put on my engagement ring at work. (phone rings; she reaches out for it and stops, letting it ring) Maybe not.

Another PPC agent, a flat avatar of myself:

 

( Look it is a cut oh wow )

 

Ooo, did anyone watch the latest House?

It's 5x21 spoilers, I typed the cut wrong, sorry!

( Spoilers for 5x20! )

I do wonder exactly how awkward it is for Jen Morrison and Jesse Spencer to have done the episode, since they broke their own engagement a few years ago and are not back together still; then again, it has been a few years.

Oh, and that last moment of Amber showing up and freaking House out? I am SO excited.

As for upcoming episode: STRIPPERS YAY! And it looks as if it's going to be a lot of fun; there were clips of Wilson & Chase drinking at the club that they're going to for his bachelor party, so I hope this means Cuddy gets to drink excessively at Cameron's. Cuddy would be a fuuuun drunk.


Speaking of strippers, I've recently read the book Candy Girl by Diablo Cody. If the name sounds vaguely familiar, she wrote the script for Juno. She had decided to be a part-time, and later full-time stripper for a year, becoming 'addicted to the profession' through an amateur night, intending it to be a one time thing. The book is a memoir of her year and is filled with the fantastic writing style, as well as fascinating information about the stripper world. Had I been in good shape and old enough (legal age is 18), I probably wouldn't object to being a stripper for a few months just to experience it. It's an interesting profession, even if it does undermine all of my hardcore feminism.

Last night I went shopping instead of watching the new House, simply because I totally forgot. I remembered (about around 8:30) that it was supposed to be the episode 'like no other' but I shrugged and told myself Wilson was going to do something stupid involving his brother, or House would try to kill himself, or someone would try to kill House. (Again. For the third time. Wow.) Yeah. I am a stupid, moronic, assuming imbecile.

And after reading the recap this morning, I have only two things to say:

DAVID SHORE, YOU'RE A SONOFABITCH. WHAT'S WRONG WITH HAVING HIM LEAVE THE SHOW BY NORMAL PERSON-METHODS (Quitting is totally an option.)?
and
I AM SUCH AN IDIOT. (Because now I get to wait a week to watch the episode online instead of watching it last night.)

Moving on, I watched the preview for the next episode, and if Hameron actually happens after an entire season buildup of Huddy, I think I'll scoop my retinas out from the back of my eyeballs. Hello, poor Chase! And poor Cuddy! And I actually was starting to like Cameron again.

I've joined the PPC, but before I request permission, I obviously need to have a few good agents. -snickers at very bad pun- I know folks, I don't try.

In case you don't know what the PPC is, it's the Plot Protectors Contiuum, a sort of fanfiction policing community. But not really. At all. Seriously, University of Fanfiction accomplishes more than them. (I still love you, n'warries?)

Here's a testing agent!

 

( Warning: Waaay too many Thursday Next references ahead. )

-peers out into the big, wide internet-

Hello! (ello....ello.......ello.....lo.....)

No, I haven't forgotten about my journal; actually, I feel guilty every time I check my friends page and scrupulously avoid the post button. So yes, I do feel bad. Really. Ya gotta believe me, folks. (Maaike just had the same thing happen, so I know I'm not the only one!)

Lately, I've been realizing I'm a mean, cruel person and wholeheartedly embracing it--it may not be the best personality, but it sure solves my Teen Identity Crisis©! Watching House in copious doses helps along the snarkiness. No worries. I'll never insult you online, nor do I make people cry in real life (yet).

(P.S. Wow is Hugh Laurie lovely. I want to marry him. Screw ageism, he's younger than my mother by a good five years anyway. Actually, I just want to marry House. Hugh Laurie's a bit too nice for my tastes.)


ANYway. Moving on from my personal life, which is devoid of entertainment (except for that whole me sleeping with my friend rumor thing...nevermind, don't ask).

I've fallen in love with Final Fantasy XII, to the point that I haven't even bothered to buy the game (I'd have to buy a console in the first place), but I spent at least two days watching cutscenes. Fran and Balthier are the hottest people in the UNIVERSE. Seriously, I want to be a viera for Halloween now. Balthier makes me melt into a puddle of happy goo. And Vaan and Penelo are an adorable couple; I don't get why more people aren't interested in them. They're all "Oh, Asche is so amazing with her uncalled for rudeness and stick up her ass and complex, angsty relationships with Basch and Balthier that have enough mixed signals to make men want to hang themselves!" Please. Go for the rational romances.

Yes, I know I'm a hypocrite. No need to remind me.


And I have written fanfiction! And perhaps original pieces! Here's to putting all my eggs in one basket. We have varying fandoms! My Narnia love has faded, folks. Sorry to break it to you--there might not be anymore Pella/Peter stuff for a while, in case you were wondering about that non-heroine girl. Though I do have an old piece I'll put up. And no original pieces, because I am an idiot.


Title:

 

( Fancy That )

 

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Fandom: Cyrano de Bergerac
Rating: PG
A/N: For an English assignment--I think this is one of the first stories I haven't trashed after a reread. This time, I actually edited it. Yay me!

Title:

 

( One Way )

 

 

Really, she doesn’t want it any other way.
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cuddy/House
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Yes, mentions of -gasp- sex. It's actually a WIP, I'm not quite sure how I like it right now, considering that I really have no right doing explicit stuff like this. And it's not a very good portrayal of Cuddy. It's actually (Don't tell anyone!) more like me....

Title:

 

( Doubt )

 

Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia, Constrictions Universe
Pairing: Peter/Pella
Rating: PG
A/N: Yeah, this is the old piece. This was born out of me realizing there was flatly no reason for Peter to ever take a wife, and a quick blessing for AU. However, me being the analyzing freak I am, led to a desperate searching of rationalization. Seriously, Peter had no reason at all to ever get married (hence why C. S. Lewis is a genius). Utterly none. Pella, I hope, was smart enough to figure that out too. And Lucy is wiser than the both of us, thank Aslan.


Title:

 

( Reverse, reverse )

 

Fandom: Romeo and Juliet
Rating: PG
A/N: Based off of the school's production of R&J. Which involved cinderblocks and platform heels. And daggers 'n' garters. The title is from (get this) the Electric Slide.

So, a few weeks ago began a war that was more epic than the War of 1812. This new war is called the Malware War. The two contenders are myself, and all of the goddamn viruses that are intruding onto my computer. I have only a few weapons: three spy, ad, and malware scanners, and a resource center filled with very nice people that is only accessible via internet. Which brings in the point of the malware's weapon: my one and only umbilical cord to the computer, the internet. So my resource center is really at the mercy of the viruses. Here is a pointless and rather boring current log of battles and each win even though I know you don't actually give a crap.

The Battle Common: (mid-Dec.) Common.dll folder begins popping up on desktop during startup. Ignored by user for at least a week, as McAfee does not pick up on it. Pop-ups begin appearing every time user goes onto the internet, and starts appearing when there is no internet window open, but simply a connection. War officially declared. User calls in help center provided with the computer. User wastes two hours talking to a very nice woman who does not manage to help. User realizes McAfee is quite useless. User takes situation into own hands and discovers MajorGeeks resource center. Downloads weapons. Uses weapons. User wins battle.

Battle of Post-Virus Paranoia: Scans run constantly. No virus pops up. User is scared of Internet Explorer and switches to Mozilla Firefox officially. Becomes member of MajorGeeks. User and Viruses tie.

The Antivirus 2009 Battle: Program imitating McAfee, in 2009 version, pops up ON NEW YEAR'S EVE. User spends most of the day cursing and running scans twenty times. Antivirus 2009 disappears before midnight. User wins battle! User relaxes even though Security Center remains down, and does not worry about scans again.

The Fake Warning Ambush: Big red button pops up on toolbar, constantly telling User she has spyware. User does not pay attention as she knows warning itself is spyware or something. User runs scans. Warning spyware does not show up on any scan! Awesome Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett desktop wallpaper disappears! Viruses win. User curses and comforts self with House/Secret Life of American Teenager.

The Last Minute Save: User attempts to run scans again, all in deep cleaning. Oh JOY. Internet is down, so user does not even have PotC fanfiction to amuse herself with. Scans all turn up registering warning spyware! Warning spyware is gone! ASTaML Wallpaper is gone forever, though. User wins battle with a phyrric victory.

War is ongoing. Who knows what will happen? -streaks dirt under eyes and ties bandana around forehead-

Equity
-----

Jack knew what happened with immortality. It was just.

( Equity )

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Aren't you proud of me? I sure am. Yaaaay!

Okay, I still haven't gotten presents for any of my family yet. Another problem: I'm near broke. I have maybe forty bucks, max.

Any suggestions for cheap, cool gifts? (And for the love of Aslan, don't tell me to make something myself they'll appreciate it more because it's the thought that counts.)

My mother loves to read, and unfortunately is in possesion of all the Jane Austen books--she also likes classical music. My father is a rocket scientist who loves little oddities and is very easily amused. My sister likes fashion-y things and likes being surprised.

Please help and I'll give you some Hanukkah donuts!

Alright, today's post is an apology, an announcement, and a mental kick in the head.

Dear H (the H of two posts ago), whom has discovered this blog through means of emails, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you read that, through my indiscretion and unthinking carelessness. It was stupid and childish of me to put up something like that--it was also a little (maybe not just a little) cruel. I never intended for you to read this--you might think that that intention and belief is stupid, and you're right, they are. I never thought someone from our school would discover this journal even if there were notifications on facebook and it was public--I assumed that no one cared to read it, and ergo, it was safe. I was wrong, and stupid. I should not be disclosing those thoughts on any sort of public web place, and I was wrong about you anyway. I do know that you are not controlling as I say, and you are right at times. I was exagerrating and being unfair. It was not right, and it was not correct. I made assumptions I should not have. I was petty and I have no excuse for that sort of behavior, online or in real life. I can only say that I will henceforth try to control myself, as I have problems with that as it appears.

I also apologize that you have to read this apology online. You will say I am chickenshit for not giving this to your face; you are entirely right. I am. I could not say all that I wanted to to your face--I would have burst into tears or started stuttering on my words. (Those are great impidents in the eloquence of apologies with me.) I also don't have enough courage to face you. I'm a coward. Please remember, that though you may rightfully hate me for what I said, you probably shouldn't hate me for apologizing to you online and admitting that I'm a chickenshit. Everyone is sometimes, and if someone doesn't have enough guts, it's a failing, not a crime. (Okay, that sounded far too preachy and defensive, and I shouldn't have put that. But I'm trying to save pieces of my ass here.)

I hope that this apology will find you. The best I can hope for is that we can go about ignoring each other as before.

Sincerely,
Ariella

P.S. Announcement? Oh, yeah. Learned my lesson about discretion on the internet and in real life better than Red Riding Hood learning not to pick flowers. This journal is now officialy friends only, though if there is any written work attached to the post, I will make the entry public.

I COULD HAVE BEEN A MULTIMILLIONARE FOUR TIMES OVER.

You may ask, what on earth are you talking about, Ariellabellas?

What? I repeat. What? Oh, nothing. Just that I discovered tonight that my great-grandfather had made and lost his fortune one, two, three, FOUR times. Fortunes large enough to buy me a horse stable, give me a library filled with first edition books, and become the patron of Joshua Bell. Without stretching budgets or causing worries.

Fortune #1: His family's fortune. Lost in the Russian Revolution. It was made from a giant chain of department stores that his father created, but then Russian Revolution happened and poof! All gone!

Fortune #2: He built it up again with a giant chain of shoe stores. (Yes, you read it right.) He was planning on leaving Russia when the borders were still open in 1928 with his wife (who was pregnant at the time) to Brazil, and then on to America. His mother-in-law refused to let her daughter go, so he sent half of the money to Brazil while he was sending his family off from Romania, and ran back to Russia to persuade his wife to go. She said no; a month after the baby was born, the borders were closed and they were stuck. Meanwhile, his younger sister's husband took the money that my great-grandfather had sent to Brazil and spent it all.

Fortune #3: Built it up some more and created a third fortune, which he converted into gold, diamonds, and dollars. Then Lenin came into power and my great-grandfather was threatened with life-improsonment in jail unless he gave up all his money, so (obviously) he did.

Fortune #4: He made a final fortune in commerce in the 50's, again with shoe stores. Had it converted all to dollars, and then fearing for his family's life, had my grandfather burn it all in the stove for him.

So, yeah. He lived a long and colorful life as well as being a philanthropist (saved a ton of people from starvation), and ruined my family's life--not really, but to think of what could have been! My grandfather could have been best friends with Gene Kelly! My grandmother could have been best friends with Marilyn Monroe! We could have had major stock options in the Hearst companies! (And I'm honestly not exaggerating. I double checked with my mother, and she said that taking in account the amount of money we could have had from just one of the fortunes, yes, all that could have happened and would have been very likely to. Though my grandmother might not have liked Marilyn Monroe enough as a person to be very close friends with her, apparently.)

Yey. Now I know why I've always had a craving for diamonds.