SG1

I'm SG1-ing. My god, Sam and Janet even have a daughter. OhSoGay. And Carter's blonde butch cut? *Shivers*

I'd read some fics before, part of advent calendars and such, but now I'm just going down the Sam/Janet list.

And not finishing my homework. But when do I ever?

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Just requested the first disks of season one of SG1 from the library. *Pumps fist victoriously*

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Okay. Sam+Janet= my OTP of the day. I'm hooked. But I have to keep skipping some of the stories because I don't know what's going on. So I hope the dvd comes soon. I can get started on figuring out this show.

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Okay. Reorganized my icons folder, finished a whole bunch of SG-1 fic. Haven't finished my notecards. 3:24am. Frak.

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I'm cooking french fries. Yay. I get home from school, and the first thing I do is cook french fries.

We had this mock car crash thing at school today, and my stupid slumbitch of a psychology teacher wouldn't let me go. Since technically it was for upperclassmen.

But the mother of a student that died in a car crash 3 (I think) years ago actually came and talked. And her only other child was murdered this year by another student. I can't even begin to comprehend the strength that woman has. To have lost two kids in three years, and then come and talk about it. . .

On a happier note, Idina's signed on for the London cast of Wicked. I'm now seriously considering going to Amsterdam (where one of my cousins is) just to make him take me to see it.

And I totally got eye-fucked by this really hot chick between classes today. So that was cool.

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I've also noticed (or more accurately, my friends have noticed) that as well as the panic attacks and insomnia, as we approach the AP tests, my language is getting fouler and fouler.

I swear, on May 5th, the only word out of my mouth is going to be "fuck". Or some other string of rather randy expletives.