they'll be watching over all of us
WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND JUST BEASTED HER FOUR FINALS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Now that I'm no longer feeling kind of like my brain is making a break for it out both ears, I would like to ask what is up, livejournals??? I've actually been reading my flist intermittently, but my sanity was also intermittent, so, ummm, sorry about dropping off the face of the earth.

SOME THINGS I WOULD LIKE US ALL TO CONSIDER TOGETHER:

1) why aren't all vids in the world set to Alphabeat? And more generally, why isn't Danish pop as big a cliché as Evanescence* for vidding purposes? And more specifically, why don't I already hold in my hot little hands an SGA vid set to Fantastic 6? I have never met such international professionals in my life as the Atlantis mission. COME ON.

2) I don't have a two. Let's meme in my journal, guys! Anonymous commenting is on, IP logging is off! :D? :D?

They are the space troopers
super-dooper!

*ftr I first wrote "Everclear" here and corrected it. Guess what I would rather be doing.

P.S. OH HOLY SHIT I REMEMBERED WHAT I WANTED TO POST ABOUT. Oh my godddd. Okay, so last night, the roomies and I get home from the library. We're all kind of zonked - I have just written a ten page paper from scratch, and studied for and taken a bio exam, Ils and Meela have been studying their butts off, it's one in the morning.

I'm washing a glass in the kitchen when I hear Meela and Ils talking in the other room. Meela yells to me, "Hannah? Is your bedroom door closed?" I'm like "Yeah, what's up?" and I come into the living room. Apparently, the cat has been licking at her tail and then doing some kind of bizarre SCOOTING maneuver where she sits on her butt and pushes herself forward, rubbing her butt against the ground like a weird little wheeled toy. Meela thinks she's constipated and going to poop somewhere unexpected, I'm cracking up at her little distressed face. And then we realize she's leaving an actual streak of poop (EWWW) so I grab her and stick her in the bathroom, where Amelia and I join her. I pick her up so Amelia can check out her butt (she smells indescribably bad), and that's when we realize.

She's not constipated, she has poop STUCK TO HER BUTT FUR.

SO Amelia's like "you hold her and get her in the bathtub and I'll scrub," which of course in reality translates to me sticking her under the water for about twenty seconds until she lets out such a sad yowl that we can't even deal with it and let her go (the bathroom door still shut, thank god). She plasters herself to the bottom of the door like the world's most depressed draft snake. Throughout this whole thing, I am laughing so hard my stomach muscles are actually cramping, and Meela is not much better off.

Ils has come into the bathroom at some point, and she tries to go for the cat, to see if we've done any good re: the poop situation. Her poor tail looks like a soggy dredlock, and she's shivering with outrage. When Ileana reaches for her, the cat jumps at her feet, and in the process FLINGS the presumably water-loosened piece of poop straight at Ils's leg.

Anyway, it took like half an hour for us to clean her up a little more, cuddle her with a soon-to-be-thrown-out-shirt wrapped around her butt, and abandon her to lick herself for the night. And get over the hysterical howls of laughter.

~*~only during finals week~*~