feel the love for kerfluffles.

we just adore kerfluffles, over in this corner of fandom. our royal and collective adoration is made greater by the fact that wax_jism may have accidentally coined the term out of helen8's "kerfuffle." (but wax's sounds better.) and what better way to showcase your kerfluffle pride than with one of these convenient banners?





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you mean i can't talk to wax_jism until ...

...AFTER i get home from work tomorrow? ::whimper::

darling, it's pitiful. i've written NOTHING in your absence.

and southpaw526? i lost it AGAIN. where's that pillow?

::gurgle::

maybe i should have eaten more than 1.5 turkey sandwiches today. urg. my stomach is not happy and i've been awake since 7:30 am.

it's really sad when your dad yas to email you reminders to eat, drink and sleep.

it's so sad that after all this time i still can't understand all the words to this song.

did he just say 'dirty south thugs give me dirty south head'? ::shakes head::

the chair that comes with this room is the kind that you can tip back cause of the slanted bits at the back of it, but like. it's WOOD. and i had a perfectly nice folding fabric camp chair from wal-mart, only it was not THAT nice because it broke. ::pout:: daddy says he will not send me a needle and coat thread, either, but may buy them when he's here.

thank god for next week being fall break.

anyone wanna come visit me? ^.^ guinevere33, really, what the fuck is sara's phone number? gah. someone has to have it.

( letter to HOLL-eh? )

kerfluffle merrily away, people. c'mon. ::nudges them with sceptre::

she who knows very little about canon (how many houses, wax?) gets miffed for a stupid reason

wtf! remus isn't a ravenclaw, mothafuckas! ::spits::

will someone PLEASE tell me why windows installer comes up every fucking time i try to open msword and demands the installation disc for office xp (which is in LA with certain people who are busy making money for trivia!)? i mean, after i hit 'cancel' it opens just fine, but i can't use the recent documents links under the start menu ::weeps bitter tears::

ruby, ruby, how i want you!
like a ghost i'm gonna haunt you.
ruby, baby, when will you be mine?

and also: have i been overusing this icon? :-\

sirius/remus snips that PROVE he's a gryffindor.

even if we wrote them and not jkr. ::snarls::


past:

Before Peter or Sirius could wrangle an invitation to live with Lily and eat tiramisu every night ("It's really that simple!" Sirius marveled. "And I never--") they had reached Gryffindor Tower.

"Of course it takes some practice," Lily said, still with a perfectly straight face. "I mean, with the brandy--"

"Rain of toads," James said to the Fat Lady. He was starting to look sideways at the conversation.

"And the ladyfingers," Remus said helpfully.

"That's what the brandy's for," Lily replied with a little look that was certainly not a frown.

present:

There's a box there, cardboard, with a cheerfully grinning banana painted on the side. And he can't help but see - really, he wasn't looking - that there are photographs in the box.

Wizard photographs, a closer investigation turns up, and he laughs in surprise at the first one, of a young Remus with his Gryffindor colours twined around his head like a turban, rolling his eyes and grinning as snow gathers on his shoulders.

::curtseys to wax_jism:: i hope you don't mind, darling.

spAM!

where is my planner. i have to format my smuttiest smut and send it to my shrink (muahahahah), although not, i think femmeslash, as the ologist is herself a femme. [oops, forgot my appointment yesterday. bwahahaha. i was, um, sick. yeah.] my k'saltling says when you're a writer inside out it's impossible to know you without reading what you've written and my obsession says if she is a shrink and hasn't seen it all yet then she SHOULD.

it's better to have fallen in love
than never to have fallen at all
cause when you live in a world
that gets into who you thought you'd be
now i laugh at how the world changed me
i think life chose me, after all

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holyfuckingmotherofgod where's my other sneaker--

OH.

note to self: store shoes in closet, not in the dusty mouse-infested place between desk and bay window.

also changing naked with the window open is better if the blinds are closed on the one leading to the street.

anyone wants so finnish folk music, call me, not wax_jism, cause her connection's ABYSMALLY slow. ::snerk::

or rather, ::snarkle:: or ::snarker:: (which of those did we decide, thechaosdiva?)

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STUPID MOTHERFUCKING AIM WON'T LET ME ON! GO FUCK YOURSELF, AOL!

i'm making ramen cause i missed dinner AGAIN.

what i intended to mutter: DIE MOUSEKILLING MOTHERFUCKERS, DIE, DIE!

what came out: DIE MOUSEFUCKERS, ... uh.

::scurries away::

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bugfuck, i'm out of forks.

::eats ramen with a spoon::

dinner update:

cim thing: am eating lukewarm watered ramen from a mug with a plastic spoon.
cim thing: oh god.
cim thing: am a college student!
ninglor: I've been there done that, baby.

i'd like to state several things for the record.

1. i'm listening to 'blood roses.' tori amos. everyone with a brain loves this song.

2. bush and cheney's love may be disgusting, but it is not for us to mock.

3. wax_jism? ::wibble:: rip cim.

4. going to quote non-br lyrics here: i met a woman/she had a mouth like yours/she knew your devils and your deeds/she said, 'go ahead, stay with him if you can, but be prepared to bleed' --by joni mitchell, but recorded beautifully by tori amos and diana krall as well, and all three are on my playlist.

5. i'm sweating blood. (not really; this is a ref to 4^.)

kerfluffle update

someone creates this quiz (which aspect of lotr fandom are you?) with these possible results, including 'friendship,' 'fanfic (image theban band merry/pippin),' and 'bitchery.'

we (the royal we) think the quiz was created with the kerfluffle in mind. however, it's pretty classy and contains no obvious digs at anyone.

"antologia," written by shakira before she turned 17, i do believe. from pies descalzos.

translation mine.

i need a reason to be in love with you
and it's hard to believe
there's none else but
this love reigning over everything
inside of this heart

oh, though they say time heals all wounds
i still feel the pain
because all the time i spent together with you
left its needle woven deep into me

and i learned to shave seconds off of time
you made me see a deeper universe
with you i think i gained more than 3 kilos
from so many sweet kisses
you developed my sense of smell and it was for you
that i learned to love cats
you unglued my shoes from the ground,
and to escape them we flew a while

but you forgot one last lesson
because i still don't know how to live without your love

and i learned the meaning of a rose
you taught me to tell white lies
to make do without seeing you enough
and to replace looks with words
and it was for you that i wrote more than 100 songs
and went so far as to forgive all your lies
and i learned more than a thousand ways to kiss
and it was because of you that i learned what love was.

( in spanish )

oh i believed you, went on my knees to you, how i trusted you

the 9 and 11 and 12:30 and 2:00 classes are ALL MANDATORY tomorrow.

there will be NO SKIPPING. which means i won't be back in my room until... 11:30 finnish time. ::kicks the shit out of motherfucking spanish:: and like, i haven't done the reading, but i think it's WORSE to not do it AND not go--unless i'm going to fall asleep in class again. that was perfectly horrific.

the pictures of adrienne and myself hopefully forthcoming tomorrow, maybe thursday.

it's dog-eat-dog in this rat race
and it leaves you bleeding, lying flat on your face,
reaching out for a helping hand--
where is that helping hand?