AverageEverydaySanePsychoSuperGoddess

So, I'm following the Beatles bands again. Kind of. It's not for the old reasons, the reasons of being in love with Marty and wanting to be around him all the time. I got over it, and seeing him again, apologizing for the past, made me able to listen to the Beatles again without it hurting. (Okay, 'Something' and 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps' still really, really suck for me, emotionally, but that's okay. Time, the devourer of all things...)

Anyway, if any of my lovely Chicago girls are free on the following dates, I soooo want you to join me for any and/or all of the following:

July 27 - American English

August 4 - British Export

August 11 - The New Invaders (Not 100% Beatles, but amazing general sixties cover band.)

August 12 - American English

August 18 - Liverpool Legends

August 25 - American English





Any takers?

I saw Shadow Puppets. :-)

Last night I had too much caffeine and just enough printer ink, and created a collage on my door:

MARTY

So much I didn't say to you
When your eyes met mine
I thought I felt my heart break, too
I think you read my mind

Six long years of waiting
To say all I had to say
Your smile shook my senses and
The words all went away

I can't hang onto that part of you
You're on the deathbed in my heart, it's true
Seems you'll be breathing for awhile

I gotta let go
I gotta let go

Seems I forgot the promise then
That I would be around
Looks like you don't give a damn
And it brings me down

How easily you passed me off
Knowing I'd comply
I'd say it didn't strike a chord
But that would be a lie

I can't hang onto this part of you
You're on the deathbed in my heart, it's true
Seems you'll be breathing for awhile

I gotta let go
I gotta let go

Hearing your voice once again
It really did me
I can't believe I'm back for
Another round that I can't win

The petty hopes sit somewhere
But I can't let them through
It would be unfair to me
And ridiculous to you

Maybe, babe, in six more years
You might hear this song
I may not be in love with you
But I hate where we went wrong

No, I may not be in love with you
But the What-If's come to mind
I'll never ask you, 'What If?', babe
I'm done wasting my time

I can't hang onto that part of you
You're on the deathbed in my heart, it's true
Seems you'll be breathing for awhile

I gotta let go
I gotta let go of you
I gotta let go
I gotta, I gotta, I gotta, I gotta let go of you

( Click here to read about the best weekend of my entire life. )

Also, I took this with a cameraphone so it's not great, but I got James' signature tattooed on my arm! Here's the pic:

James, HIM and Placebo all in one year.

Have I died and gone to groupie heaven?

Cross my fingers I don't die tonight. My buddy Tristan's taking me out on his motorcycle, woohooo! We drove around downtown earlier this week and it was pretty much the most exhilarating thing, oh, EVER. My hair still hasn't quite recovered from the wind, though.

Got a new job, love it to bits.

Harry Dresden is my motherfucking hero.

I'll write more tomorrow.

Love to all.

Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden is my freaking hero.

Seriously. I love him so much.

If anyone hasn't read any of The Dresden Files, go out and get the first book, Storm Front. I'm already on the seventh book, and I love it so much. And I've gotten at least five other friends totally Dresden-obsessed already.

It's just...I can't really explain why it strikes a chord with me, other than being overly familiar. Like, Harry is the male me in, oh, 10 years or so. Sad but true. Okay, so maybe I can't shout "Fuego!" and make things explode, but his waterfall of endless paranormal drama seems like home to me. In a good way! And Mister sounds like my Lily. Just so many little parallels that make me smile. Jim Butcher is really an amazing, evocative, interesting, funny author. I don't want to speed through the books because I hate coming to an end of one until I've bought the next one, but I CAN'T PUT THEM DOWN.

Harry Dresden needs to be my boyfriend. Okay, maybe not, even I don't have that bad of a death wish. But he's just too cool. I can't begin to explain the many ways in which he is of the awesome.

I'm not proud of it. But for some reason or another, I cannot stop listening to this damned song.



Sorry for dirtying the sanctity of your Friends page with Avril, everyone. I just dig the song.

In other news, Kelly and I's Buffy fan documentary will begin its first big venture on June 8th and 9th. So far, the Buffy singalong cast seems interested in an interview, and letting us film during the show. YAY FOR US! Details need to be finalized but they like the idea. WAHOOOOO! Need to get in touch with the theatre and such if we indeed get the cast's permission, but no need to talk about business.

Anyway...

"...I can do it better
There's no other
So when's it gonna sink in?
She's so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?
Hey hey, you, you,
I don't like your girlfriend,
No way, no way,
I think ya need a new one..."

OhmyGODDESS, stop me.

Uh....

I....

Whoa.....

JossWhedonYouAreMyMasterAndLordAndYouNowOwnMySoul.

Haven't made a post in awhile and figured I'm bored enough to.

It's been pretty uninteresting. STILL don't have a job, and I really need to work on that, because James is less than 60 days away. Hotel, food, transportation, securityguardbriberywhichofcourseIwouldneverdobecauseI'maperfectlittleangel.....All these things cost money.

Anywhore, SOME good news. I got my tickets for the Buffy singalong, and Brittany and Ashley might come in from Indiana for it. I'm SO psyched.

Dieting has been going well. Been far too lazy to exercise, though, which is sad. I was doing so well for so long! My arm muscles have gone byebye. -Pouts.-

I can't stop listening to "Fall of Night." Best song ever.

And I can't pull my nose out of the Dresden Files for more than a few hours at a time. I'm halfway through the fourth book. I'm still all emo about the end of the third, though. That he proposed and she turned him down...I mean, I know WHY she did it and it makes sense and all that, but...-cries.- Poor Harry.

This post is turning out a lot more A.D.D. than I'd planned.

James, James, James. I love James.

...That's all.

Anyone else reading between the lines of the song "Fall of Night" and thinking it's a....umm....how to say this without squeeing a big fangirl squee, but, uh...

A REALLY. REALLY. GOOD. SONG.

In regards to....certain....things?

Maybe I'm just ridiculously hopeful.

But.....hmm.

I'm thinking it's a good thing.

I've just spent a few hours squealing with friends on the phone about this, because I was up doing some occult research and it distracted me and I have nothing better at 5 AM then to roll these things over in my mind. But, yeah.

Either way, I think it's his best song. His lyrics are maturing. Which is good, because, well, some of them are crap. I still love them, but some aren't very lyrically profound. But 'Fall of Night'? Freaking amazing.

Okay. Again, not gonna squee.

But yeah.

What did Willow say? "I can usually get out a few vowel sounds, and then I have t go away."

-Nods, salutes, and is out.-

My Heather made a video out of it so my friends didn't have to DL the whole thing if they didn't want to. Thankies, chica.

Okay, I'll stop spazzing now.



Maybe.

I can't believe I talked to James Marsters.


-flails!!!-

I've read a lot of reply's to EDG's two posts about it, -hugs her-, and everyone seems curious as to what questions I asked. We got cut off (SIGH!) but I merely asked what fans can do to help promote Shadow Puppets. John said he'd ask that particular question, anyway, so it's cool.

But, yeah. Still reeling. Still TOTALLY in disbelief.

And when he impersonated Roger Daltrey's accent, uh, yeah. I pretty much died. I had to remind myself to breathe.

Anyway, whoever's got it recorded already, send it to me? I did record it but not entirely, so whoever has it, I'd love a link, or the file.

BTrouFreelance@yahoo.com

Thanks, whoever sends it to me. If nobody's got it, I'll surely record the re-airing tonight.

-Sigh.-

I don't see how any day is ever going to beat this. Well, okay, except for the concert and convention. But still.

-Goes back to mindless flailing.-

And not necessarily in the best way.

Kind of in a rut.

Well, okay, not really, but sorta. I've been making new friends, though, which is nice.

I got 13 Buffy books today. S'ridiculous.

Why am I still awake? Good lord.




...Why isn't it June yet?

So, my wacky-ass friends made me some awesome James-related birthday presents. I just had to share because they were SO damn funny

Me and James snuggling:


James with a birthday card for me:


James reading a girlie mag with me on the cover, LMAO:

xdsummersx: I'm hungry but I exercised today and did well and I know if I walk into the kitchen, the tortilla chips I'm addicted to are magically gonna fly off the fridge, pop open and just projectile themselves at my mouth.

jamesbeobrown: yes, im sure thats going to happen.

xdsummersx: It will. They do that. Especially on those days I'm counting calories, they seem particularly eager to do that.

jamesbeobrown: how dare them.

I just feel discombobulated lately. Don't have a job, keeping having bizarro dreams that wake me up six times at night, am feeling an intense pull towards doing some spells lately but have no idea what I'm supposed to do or for whom, I miss Chicago, am roleplaying my ass off because I have nothing better to do, been eating too much despite exercising and therefore feel like the tiniest bit of a failure in that department...

Not so much 'just one of those days' as 'just one of those months.'

Which especially blows as my birthday's at the end of this month, and I really, really doubt Elijah will be home in time for it. All I really want for my birthday is to hear his voice. But I have a feeling that's less likely than, I dunno...James Marsters showing up naked on my doorstep.


Sigh.

This was just a dispairagingly adorable bit of a Spuffy RP I was writing earlier. I actually teared up writing this! Thought I'd share.

He watched the slow progression of her finger up and down her glass, memories of what that hand could do to him flooding to the surface of his thoughts. He looked at the mahogany of the bar, splattered with condensation here and there, the wood peppered with various napkins, straws, and your usual bar things. He forced his mind to find them fascinating, needing to focus on anything other than specific parts of her body. And then he heard a most surprising sentence that made him look up at her sharply, holding back his smile so as not to seem presumptuous or over-excited.

“You’re thinking of staying?” he asked, and nodded casually. “Yeah, seems right, I mean…We could use you. Los Angeles may not be an official Hellmouth, but it’s scary in it’s own right. And that’s coming from me. I don’t so much scare easy.”

He sipped at his drink again, needing to find his common sense scattered somewhere near the bottom of the glass. “As for Dawn, I don’t know what to tell you. I know she loves you and misses you, but she’s always gonna have that Little Sister chip on her shoulder. She wants to grow up and experience, and she’s always going to see you as what’s keeping you from letting her do that. If Joyce was still around, she’d be taking it out on her rather than you.” Bloody hell, he hadn’t mentioned Joyce’s name in so long.

“Did they…ever tell you I brought flowers that night? For your mum? They didn’t want me hanging about and figured I was just doing it to try to get into your knickers, so they probably didn’t even tell you. I liked your mum,” he said, nostalgia easily bringing back the smiling face of one of the few women who’d been consistently nice to him. “Always put those little marshmallows in my chocolate when I asked. Even when…that first night, when she damn near killed me trying to protect you…” He smiled. “I respected her. I do have a thing for strong women.” He met her eyes again, giving her a fond look.

This was what he’d been talking about. Dawn had lost her confessor, the one she could whine to on a regular basis. Spike had, too. It was nice to have her back. “She’d be proud of you, you know. Saving the world, yet again, living to tell about it. Taking care of Dawn as well as you have. You’re doing great, Buffy,” he said reverently, suddenly feeling an immense well of pride at having once been her lover and close friend, and even to be sitting here now with her. She was, as always, a wonder to him.

It was ten years ago today....

that the very first episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer aired!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE!

Ways To Celebrate This Sacred Day:

Run about quoting Buffy/Angel all day,
wear leather dusters,
carry around a stake,
call your least favorite person a 'bitca',
beware ventriloquist dummies,
DON'T shag your immortal boyfriend - he might not be so cuddly in the morning,
light a candle for Tara and Anya and Jenny and Cordy and Doyle and Joyce and Jonathan and Fred and the countless others,
have fun convincing your little sister she's not real,
get drunk and have sex in a magic shop,
spend the day with dorky friends at the school library,
eat the principal,
cross-reference,
drink pig's blood,
roleplay (but fear getting stuck as your character),
go lezzie for a cute Wicca,
turn your friend into a rat,
sleep with a hot soldier,
switch bodies with your enemy just for fun,
have a tea party with your dolls,
brood,
buy new hair gel,
sing "Mandy" at a karaoke bar,
wear a Claddagh ring and sigh at it longingly,
build a friend a handy weapons chest for their birthday,
write and read Spangel fic,
turn Antonio Banderas into a vampire,
wear leather pants,
form an evil trio of nerds,
raise the dead,
get a hand (or both) chopped off,
brood some more,
use the word 'shpadoinkle!',
do the Snoopy dance,
kickbox,
fear bunnies,
listen to the BtVS soundtrack all day,
watch the very first episode and bask in nostalgia,
do your nails like Drusilla's,
drive around listening to the Sex Pistols,
'borrow' your boss' Viper,
get a kitten and name it Miss Kitty Fantastico,
live the day as if it's a musical,
put a petri dish in your mouth,
ask your latest internet friend whether or not he's a demon,
ask your science teacher whether or not she's a giant bug,
become a neanderthal version of yourself,
create a bot of any of the characters (to, ummm...play checkers with),
get tattoos to keep you under all modern radar,
steal a puppy and name it Sunshine,
try to force-feed said puppy to your lover,
nail a puppy to a...skip it,
contribute artistically to the eternal Buffy fandom in some way,
and THANK THE GODS FOR JOSS WHEDON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

InsaneRantings84: You slag!

xdsummersx: You know it!
xdsummersx: David, panting, his mouth slightly open, sweat evident in beads on his forehead and chest, his arm muscles visibly straining as his hand works himself hard and fast, his thighs slightly parted, a groan just barely making itself known....

InsaneRantings84: Im going to kill you one day

xdsummersx: -Innocent smile.-
xdsummersx: You love me.

InsaneRantings84: So?!

xdsummersx: LOL!
xdsummersx: Right, we kinda inhabit Buffyverse permanently....You can kill the ones you love all the time there.
xdsummersx: And I stress 'all the time' because they usually come back.
xdsummersx: So, kill me all you like. Doesn't guarantee I won't hover around as a ghost, whispering all sorts of naughty things involving 'James' and 'cock ring' and 'two gorgeous manpires rubbing the slick, weeping tips of their erections together.'
xdsummersx: ....still alive?

InsaneRantings84: No!! I passed out at 'cock ring'