many faded things

This is what it looks like when I am avoiding my senior thesis:

A meme! Made up by kittiec, snagged from walkawayslowly:

I'd like to know everyone's top ten most played songs in iTunes (or the music player of your choice). The format should be:

#. "Title," Singer/Group, Album (# of plays).

Let me lead into this by saying that a) I often unironically enjoy truly atrocious music; b) Speechwriters LLC is fucking awesome; and c) those two Timbaland songs are totally notthequiettype's fault. She's a ho. I literally listened to them on repeat for an entire night last summer while I was writing my spn_harlequin fic.

1. blood on the frets -- speechwriters llc, clones ep (163)
2. devil's door -- slightly stoopid, acoustic roots (140)
3. dream on -- depeche mode, exciter (121)
4. something about us -- daft punk, discovery (105)
5. bounce -- timbaland, shock value (102)
6. give it to me -- timbaland, shock value (97)
7. bullet and a target -- citizen cope, the clarence greenwood recordings (93)
8. in the air tonight -- phil collins, hits (93)
9. ms. jackson -- outkast, stankonia (91)
10. cover this -- dispatch, gut the van (89)
11. drive -- melissa ferrick, freedom (84)

There are eleven there, not ten -- I do indeed realize this. That's because I wanted to upload my top ten, but I paid actual money for my Citizen Cope album on iTunes, so I can't upload that one for you. You should totally give Citizen Cope a try, though; he's awesome.

Anyway! Download here:

top ten of eleven.zip
[@ megaupload, 51.42 mb]

Okay, maybe a little thesis reading now. SIGH.

UGH, YOU GUYS. I am so freaking pissed off at myself right now. I was meant to be boarding a plane to England pretty much right this minute, and instead I am in my room because I freaking OVERSLEPT. I was awake FORTY-FIVE MINUTES before I was meant to leave, and instead of just, I don't know, staying up (even though it was the middle of the goddamned night) or something, I went back to sleep and utterly failed to hear my alarm. UGH. And every flight to England for tomorrow and every other day cost ~200€, which TOTALLY DEFEATS THE POINT of this being a cheapass vacation.

Bit the bullet, booked the cheapest (ha, except still NOT AT ALL CHEAP) of the flights, so I'll be getting on a flight to England this time tomorrow instead of right now. Still hanging out in Oxford and London and stuff, but just. GODDAMMNIT.

It's 3:08 a.m. and I have stayed up most of the night reading The Jared Padalecki Untitled Project by esohpe (Jared/Jensen, NC-17) start-to-finish. It was a WiP but the last part just got posted yesterday (today? whatever, it's real late, SOMETIME RECENTLY) and it is lovely. Long and kinda angsty but mostly just Jensen wanting to hit things, which is how I like my angst. The premise is that Jared leaves SPN and becomes a real famous actor and Jensen's kind of washed up but gets asked to come star opposite Jared in a currently-untitled movie, which leads to all sorts of things happening, including having to rehearse this freaking amazing bondage scene.

Uh, in other news, it's now 3:13 a.m. and I have to get up at seven and a little while ago it also occurred to me that I'm meant to be giving a presentation tomorrow about what we talked about during the most recent history class. Except that I didn't ATTEND the most recent history class. Instead, I was in Ireland.

This isn't entirely my fault, as the professor has the most confusing presentation sign-up system EVER, and I thought I was meant to be presenting the day AFTER tomorrow about the stuff we talk about TOMORROW . . . Whatever. The good news is, this is the slackest class in the history of existence. I'll borrow someone's notes forty-five minutes before class, bang out a one-page summary, print off copies and make it work. Just, man. This year is making me look like such a slacker. This didn't used to be normal, I swear!

In other, other news, I have 2,765 words of eventual Wincest and no plot in sight. SOMEBODY HALP.

1. I'm a minor failure at schoolwork, but I've taken an exam, given an oral presentation and finished the first of the three papers (for real this time) within the past three days, so that counts for something, right?

2. I've recently gotten the idea into my head that meeting a boy in the library and falling in love with him would be the best thing ever. I suspect that this is mostly because I have been spending way too much time in the library recently, and am beginning to become delirious. (Spending time in the library does not equal getting schoolwork done, I should note.)

3. Going downstairs to watch a movie does not equal getting schoolwork done, either, but I'm doing it. Before that, though, have some music:

Dear Liz -- Speechwriters LLC

I sometimes forget how much I love this band, but they are awesome. This isn't my favorite song of theirs, but it's the one I'm playing on repeat at the moment.

I'm pretty well officially the biggest dumbass ever. That paper I was frantically writing this past week? I didn't need to write it. Turns out the paper only needs to be a slightly-expanded version of the presentation I already gave in class, which I've already got six typed pages of anyway; I just need to add a little bit to it and come up with a few sources that aren't Wikipedia, which won't be hard, since most of what I say in this paper are blatantly obvious things. *headdesk*

I'm really not upset about this at all, though, because the paper I wrote? It sucked. And I'm not just saying that in a modest overachiever way. I mean it straight-up sucked. I was not looking forward to revising it. In a bizarre sort of way, I'm glad I wrote the unnecessary paper, because it got me over the feeling that I needed to be freaking out about this whole paper-writing thing. If anything, I'm now a little too de-stressed about it. But at least I am no longer flailing, even though maybe I should be about that 12-15 page politics paper. Eh, it'll get done.

I lied like a big lying thing. I'm not leaving for Spain in the morning. I'm leaving for Spain in AN HOUR. My friend and I didn't look at the train schedules properly until just now, and it turns out that trains just don't run when we need them to. So, rather than miss our flight entirely, we are going to go spend four hours of the middle of the night at the train station, in the middle of this crazy Europe-wide storm, might I add. We don't really see what else there is to be done about it, though.

So unless I really surprise myself with my mad packing skillz in the next fifty minutes, I don't think Crepúsculo 11's getting posted tonight after all. Sorry about that. It'll be up pretty much the second I'm back, though. Er, so next Wednesday. Have a good weekend -- for reals this time!