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I finally gave into temptation and wrote Luna/Ginny fic. I would have been working on the Bend It Like Beckham slash, but dammit, it's hard to write pornish stuff when you know someone else is actually gonna read it.
How I'll ever manage as a writer I don't know. I can see it now, ten years into the future trying to write my first novel's raunchiest sex scene: "And then they did it. You know... it. The thing. You know what I mean. Eheheh."
... Okay. Nearly four in the morning. Need sleep now. Bed. Yes.

In which I am Canadian. And kind of a nerd.

Me: *dances very badly to some random Bon Jovi-esque song on the radio*
Kerrin: *stares in unabashed horror and amusement*
Me: ... What?
Kerrin: You remind me of dancing celery! You've got no groove thang.
Me: *snorts* Darling, anyone who says "groove thang" has got no groove thang.

Today I felt rather terrible, because (like an idiot) I forgot to eat. Well, okay, not entirely true. I forgot to eat breakfast and skipped straight to the donuts and peanut Smarties. More fool me.
Anyway, this crud'n'ick feeling got to me emotionally, so I decided to have a lie-down and listen to REM and mope. Then I discovered that my copy of In Time is scratched and Everybody Hurts skips. WAY TO RUIN THE EXISTENTIALISM, CD. Honestly, the universe has no sense of pathos sometimes. So I started listening to music on the laptop instead- Dad burned a load onto it while he was on the boat, and got me some older stuff (Ac/DC, Led Zepplin, the Doors) that I'm too lazy to buy. He also has White Blood Cells, which rocks my socks, since I lost my copy a few months back while we were moving the entertainment unit around.
I then set to watching Nardwuar interviews. I have decided that there is nothing more educational- or cheering- than the Human Serviette.

Things Nardwuar Interviews Have Taught Me:
- Kurt Cobain seems kind of shy. Courtney and Krist are pretty chatty, though.
- Nick Valensi, while very pretty and endowed with marvelous cheekbones, speaks like a valley girl determined to sound, like, all deep and stuff. Julian, on the other hand, is a robot.
- Meg White is also a robot. And Jack White giggles like a schoolgirl, which is just too adorable.
- Conor Oberst knew that Creed was shitty before anyone else caught on.
- There are few things cuter than listening to Peaches tell rambling, slightly pervy stories about meeting Boy George. (One thing almost as cute is my dad explaining how he's in love with Marisa Tomei, but that's another story altogevver.)
- It is not cool to grab Davey Havok's balls.

When my sister and I eventually start a rock and roll band that will change music forever we've gotta get an interview with this guy. Although that could take a while, because apparently before you start a band you need to, like, have musical talent or learn how to play an instrument or some shit like that.
Speaking of my sister...

Kerrin: The only thing that makes my Math teacher bearable is the fact that he seems to be related to Jason Lee. His last name is Lee, his voice is similar, and he bears a striking resemblance to him. It's freaky. Almost prompts the question, "Who the hell is hiring our teachers?" Kevin Smith, that's who. Man. Can you imagine having Jason Mewes as a Biology teacher? "Man those molecules are fucking sluts for water, they'll do anything to get some of that action! Hydrophilic shit, man, polar heads just wanna fuck!!!"

My family kind of rocks now and again.

PS: Readers. What do you think of blue hair? Specifically, blue hair on a sixteen-year-old bespectacled geek?