Truthiness Overload

Birthdays and Boys Kissing

2007-08-30T15:27:41Z

Hello! It's my birthday today, so after I treated myself to a shiny new icon, I decided to post. and what does my post consist of?

boykissing, obviously.

follow the cut to the boys who are kissing.

preview:

winner of smallest-hot-picture-ever award.

I envy all of these people that get to take pictures of boys kissing. I want that job. (job?)

winner of the adorable award.

I just thought this one was funny.

sorry this is blurry but it's still gorgeous, so I had to keep it.

I think the guy on the right thinks he's still kissing boys in the 80's.

best position award!

why are there so many awards?

these pictures were found at the beautiful and magical land of emo-boykissing-ness.

Haptephobia. Chapter 2.

2007-08-24T15:55:47Z

Title: Haptephobia [2/?]
Author: me
Bands: Fall Out Boy, The Academy Is..., and Cobra Starship/Midtown
Pairings: William/Gabe, Pete/Patrick, Pete/William
Summary: He stepped into the room quietly to find that Pete was already awake. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, back resting against the headboard. Patrick leaned against the doorframe, lips curving upward in a sort of smirk.
Rating: PG-13 as of now
Warnings: Language, slashiness.
Concrit: Yes, please, thank you.
Notes: Sorry this chapter is so short. The next one will be longer, I promise!
Disclaimer: None of these pretty boys belong to me. I do not pretend to own any of them.

Chapter 1 is here.

Also posted to

boysintheband_x and gabilliam

When Pete Wentz opened his eyes, it was still dark out. He grimaced as the first pangs of a stubborn hangover pounded against his skull. He felt as though he'd only been asleep for five minutes. It wasn't entirely impossible.

Pete sat up, blinking against the darkness and looking around the room for a clock. He found a familiar alarm clock sitting discarded on the floor next to the king sized bed. He reached down with a shaking arm and turned the clock around. 5:24 a.m. Too weary to walk over to the light switch on the opposite side of the room, Pete used the light from the fluorescent clock to familiarize himself with his surroundings. He couldn't remember how he ended up in the bed. It was definitely not his own. He first aimed the clock at the other side of the bed.

Pete breathed a sigh of relief. No one was there. If Pete tried to count the times he'd woken up in a strange bed, with a strange man or woman and no memory of the night before, he would run out of fingers and maybe even toes. He found small comfort in knowing that he hadn't contracted any strange diseases the previous night.

He recognized the print on the bed's comforter; a terribly ugly arrangement of blue and red squares. This was one of his guest bedrooms. He was in his own house.

Another sigh of relief. Pete set the clock down on his bedside table and collapsed back into the mattress, his heavy head sinking deep into a feathery down pillow. Closing his eyes, Pete fought the sudden urge to vomit. He considered the pros and cons. The only pro he could think of was making it an excuse to throw out the ugly comforter and matching pillows covered in blue and red squares. He chuckled to himself.

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"He looks so funny when he's sleeping. Like a bratty little kid."

Laughter. "I think it's endearing...in a strange sort of way."

"Whatever, man."

"Oh, he's waking up. We woke him up."

William Beckett was glaring before his eyes even opened. "Shut...the fuck...up," he mumbled, turning away from the noise and clutching at the cushions on the couch. His first instinct was to huddle under his blanket and attempt to go back to sleep, but his curiosity finally overtook his need for sleep. He sat up slowly. Blearily, he looked at the two men who were looking at him, wondering where he was. "Where am I?"

William heard the voice of Patrick Stump in reply. "Pete's house. Pete's couch, specifically. You were completely sloshed so Pete and I decided you could stay here instead of dying in a drunk driving accident.

William breathed in and out. He stood up gingerly, setting his blanket down on the couch. "So that's why I have this damned hangover. Ow."

Patrick smiled, taking William by the arm. "Come on, let's go to the kitchen. Gabe made breakfast. And coffee."

William looked up, shocked. He noticed the man standing next to Patrick. It was Gabe. The only thing he remembered from the party was meeting Gabe, and talking to him. For a long time, about all sorts of things. He remembered feeling special, that Gabe said he didn't usually open up to new people but he felt like he and William were already good friends. He smiled. "Hey, Gabe."

Gabe smiled back. "Let's get you to the kitchen so you can sit down." He took William's other arm, and he and Patrick supported him.

Patrick shook his head as William collapsed into a chair at the kitchen table. "That must be one hell of a hangover, kid."

Gabe laughed, walking over to the countertop and the 'Mr. Coffee' coffee maker. "You barely had anything to drink." He poured three mugs of coffee, handing one to Patrick and one to William. Gabe leaned against the counter, sipping from the third mug.

William graciously thanked Gabe, leaning over the table and huddling around his coffee. "You know, I'm not usually into the whole breakfast thing, but...I guess I can try it for Gabe."

"Well, good, because he’s making French toast and you're eating it if I have to shove it down your throat," Patrick grumbled.

William snorted into his coffee. "Alright, Patrick, no violence please." Patrick merely raised an eyebrow in his own defense.

Gabe was searching through Pete's refrigerator as he said, "Hey, it's only French toast, right? It's not, like, caviar or anything fancy..." He leaned over, pulling open a compartment in the fridge. "Where does Pete hide the damn eggs?"

"Second drawer down in the bottom left corner of the fridge," Patrick answered smoothly.

Gabe opened the drawer, finally finding the eggs. "Dude, do you, like, live at Pete's house or something?"

"Naw, I've got my own apartment, but I usually end up crashing here. I have my own room and everything." Patrick shook his head and smiled to himself, peering into the empty coffee mug firmly gripped in his hand. "Pete had the room decorated bubble-gum pink, the bastard."

Gabe frowned at the bread soaking in milk, eggs, cinnamon and vanilla. He was deep in thought. The singer and bassist remembered Pete's words from the night before. “Why would you think I like Patrick? We're just close friends. That's all."

"So where is Petey, anyway?" William asked.

"Probably still sleeping. I'll go wake him up for breakfast," Patrick said, setting down his coffee mug and exiting the kitchen.

William's eyes flickered to Gabe, standing at the counter with his back turned. He noticed Gabe's tight jeans, the way they clung to his legs to show every muscle and curve. The pants would have looked ridiculous on anyone else, but they suited Gabe; so did his worn violet t-shirt. Gabe suddenly turned, and William looked down. He felt his face heating up.

"Those two certainly are a pair," Gabe mused, eyeing William seated at the table.

"Patrick and Pete? Yeah, they're funny. They've been best friends for a really long time. Since before High School, I'm pretty sure."

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Patrick peered around the corner into his best friend's bedroom. No Pete. "Where the hell did he sleep last night?" Patrick asked himself. "One of the guest bedrooms, maybe."

Patrick finally found Pete in the fourth guest bedroom he had searched. He stepped into the room quietly to find that Pete was already awake. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, back resting against the headboard. Patrick leaned against the doorframe, lips curving upward in a sort of smirk.

Pete seemed to be engaged in his thoughts, and it took him a few moments to realize that someone else had entered the room. He turned his head slowly, blinked at few times, and finally raised a shaking hand to wave at his friend. "Hey, Pat. How're you?"

Patrick squinted. He didn't like how much Pete's face resembled a corpse's. His face seemed ghostly pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes that could be remnants of his eyeliner or could be caused by lack of sleep. And there was always the hangover option. "I'm alright." Patrick took the four steps from the door to the bed, and sat down next to Pete. "But you look like a dead body."

"Fucking alcohol. I'm never drinking ever again in my entire life." He sighed, rubbing his eyes and looking at Patrick expectantly.

Patrick looked back. He raised an eyebrow. His best friend could be very childish, and he sometimes wondered if Pete was going to be a teenager for the rest of his life. He had a sudden vision an eighty year old Pete jumping around on stage and rocking out on his bass guitar. Patrick shook his head, and back in reality Pete was still looking at him expectantly. "What do you want?"

“I, well…” he suddenly looked down, a blush creeping across his pale features, and the arrogant, outgoing Pete Wentz was gone with only the emotional, quiet Pete Wentz that very few people knew to replace him.

“Yeah, Pete?” Patrick dipped his head, trying to get a look into his best friend’s eyes. Pete would not look up to meet his gaze. He looked down toward what Pete was focused on to see that the bassist was playing with the fraying threads on Patrick’s hoodie sleeve. He let a smile creep across his face, which was replaced with a frown as Pete’s finger accidentally brushed against his own. He pulled his hand away. Pete looked up, taken aback.

Patrick looked up at the ceiling, at the paintings on the walls, anywhere so long as it wasn’t near Pete’s face. He felt ashamed for his actions, though he didn’t know how he could let Pete touch him, even the slightest bit, without responding in a way that would surely disgust his best friend. It was slowly driving him insane; he didn’t know how much longer he could last. It wasn’t every day that a man fell in love with his best friend.

Pete seemed to ignore Patrick’s strange action and opted to fiddle with a nearby pillow instead. “Patrick…”

“Yes, Pete,” Patrick breathed as he closed his eyes, wishing that Pete would never say his name again though it sent a shiver down his spine every time.

“You know how you told me I could talk to you; tell you anything?”

“Yeah. I meant it when I said that,” Patrick answered, opening his eyes to finally look back into Pete’s.

The darker haired man looked more confident to continue. “I need to confide to you something that’s been…kind of wearing down on me…” Pete shrugged a little, pulling the pillow up to his chest, “if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all. Go on, out with it, Pete.” Unbeknownst to Pete, Patrick was fighting a silent battle within himself in which a part of him that struggled to the surface of his mind hoped that Pete was hiding the same secret Patrick was. The other, larger part was insisting that he not get his hopes up, since he would only end up being hurt when it turned out that Pete was not confessing any feelings whatsoever for his friend.

The next words that came out of Pete were hurried and jumbled together. “I think I love William.”

Patrick blinked, only slightly aware that his jaw was hanging open as though it had been unhinged by a blow to the face. His initial reaction had been that he’d heard it wrong, but no, there was no mistaking the words. He decided in the next few seconds of awkward silence that followed that he would need to comfort his friend now, and deal with his own problems later. Pete was still his friend, and if Pete was going through a tough spot, he would need his loyal friend to support him. And Patrick knew that even if, deep down, it would hurt part of him to be near Pete, he needed to help him and be as selfless as he could be.

After all, Patrick did not care about himself. He only cared about others, and though he knew it was a very self-destructive way to live, he did not know how else to act. The singer was also aware that, at some point, it was going to come around and bite him in the ass.

Pete was waiting for his friend to say something reassuring, to tell him that it was alright, that he wasn’t going to die a painful death for his sin, that all hope wasn’t lost for him.

Patrick was about to speak when suddenly the pair could hear loud stomping footsteps making their way down the hall.

“Come on, you two, breakfast is getting fucking cold!” Gabe was suddenly visible in the doorway, peering into the room. “Patrick, you were supposed to be waking him-” He looked from Patrick to Pete, noticing the two somber faces. “Sorry, am I interrupting something? I’ll come back later if you want…”

William, just as suddenly as Gabe had, bounded around the corner to land in the doorway, elbow resting on Gabe’s shoulder. “What’s happening?”

Pete took his eyes off of Patrick to glance at the two men in the doorway. “Nothing. We were just going to join you for breakfast.”

Patrick turned around, nodding. “Yeah. Uhm…Pete has a headache.”

Gabe smiled, turning to look at William. “Hangovers sure are popular today.”

William mock glared, removing his elbow from Gabe’s shoulder (Gabe looked disappointed at this) to fold his arms defiantly across his chest.

To Be Continued...

what now...?

2007-08-11T00:03:31Z

my birthday is coming up. is it weird that i'm not the least bit excited? It's not that i'm afraid of getting old or anything, i'm not old, but i'm just........not excited. it's been that way for a few years now. what's wrong with me? I feel bad because the people around me do a lot to make it a great time for me, my birthday, and I try to be excited but i'm not really. gahhhh...!!!!!!!! DX

i'm very sunburnt. that's what 5 days of marching for marching band camp for at least 4 hours every day will do to you. my friend's feet were bleeding pretty badly at the end of our march today. he showed me his shoes, which are very bloody and the back of his feet, aka his heels, have no skin. ick. i felt so bad for him! what he'll do for marching band...he didn't complain at all. I would have been yelling my head off... ^_^; and while i'm marveling at him, he ate eight hot dogs for luch! eight!! giant fucking hot dogs!!! and whenever someone doesn't want to finish their food, he'll eat it! three seperate people gave him their left over chips and fruit and he ate it all. god. and he's so skinny. I marvel at teenage boys, they are so insanely strange.

sorry for that rant. it just had to be said.

WANTED (wow am I bored)

2007-08-03T03:04:40Z

This is weird...

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12 Characters from 12 Fandoms...

2007-08-01T13:55:59Z

Pick 12 Characters or People from 12 different fandoms and then answer the questions. It’s fun!

My characters:
1. Mohinder Suresh – Heroes

2. Stephen Colbert – The Colbert Report

3.Remus Lupin – Harry Potter

4. Wilson – House, M.D.

5. Emmet – Queer as Folk

6. Ryan Stiles – Whose Line?

7. Frank – Little Miss Sunshine

8. Maurice - Maurice

9. Mercutio – Romeo and Juliet

10. Neo – The Matrix

11. Patrick Stump – Fall Out Boy

12. Gabe Saporta – Cobra Starship

Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic (Ryan Stiles/Patrick Stump)? Do you want to?

Uhm…no. I cannot see them together at all, lol. Wow. That would just be weird.

2. Do you think Four is hot (Remus Lupin)? How hot?

HECK YESSSS in a gay-werewolf-teacher-wizard-who-is-very-compassionate-and-who-also-shags-his-best-friend sort of way. He’s hot enough for me to stare at pictures longingly and go looking for other movies the actor has been in…ahem.

3. What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant (Gabe and Maurice)?

Their kid would be FUCKING GORGEOUS! But it would be mpreg, which I’m not such a fan of. But I MAY have to make an acception…

4. Can you recommend any fic(s) about Nine (Mercutio)?

I haven’t gone searching for R&J fics, but I should. Mercutio would definitely shag his best friend, Benvolio. If he hadn’t died, that is.

5. Would Two (Stephen Colbert) and Six (Ryan Stiles) make a good couple?

No. Sorry. I heart them both, and they’ve even been on the same TV show together, but no. They’re both tops. Wouldn’t work. I think Ryan is too masculine to be with Stephen, and their senses of humor (while both hilarious) might conflict. Maybe?

6. Five/Nine (Emmet/Mercutio) or Five/Ten (Emmet/Neo)? Why?

Emmet/Mercutio. Definitely. Neo is way too straight, and I think Emmet would annoy him…
7. What would happen if Seven (Frank) walked in on Two (Stephen Colbert) and Twelve (Gabe Saporta) having sex?

Frank would ask politely if he could join.

Stephen Colbert and Gabe Saporta? Wow. *wipes drool*

8. Make up a summary for a Three/Ten (Remus Lupin/Neo) fic.

One day, Remus Lupin was walking through the woods when he saw Neo laying on the ground. He was beaten. Remus Lupin did not have his glasses on and mistook Neo for Sirius Black (his love) and so Remus nursed Neo back to health and they shagged a lot but Neo was confused because Remus kept calling him by another name and finally, three days later, Remus found his glasses and was very embarrassed. Neo was disappointed, so he put his trenchcoat and sunglasses back on and walked away in a huff to find Trinity.

9. Is there such a thing as One/Eight (Mohinder/Maurice) fluff?

If there isn’t, there should be. But it might be dangerous. I think I’d die of too much prettiness. Seriously. Those are two of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen.

10. Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve (Frank/Gabe Saporta) hurt/comfort fic.

“The Day That Frank Cut His Wrists Listening to Midtown and Gabe, Being the Compassionate Person That He Is, Nursed Him Back to Heath and then They Fell In Love Because Frank Likes Younger, Dark-Haired Guys”

11. What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Four (Wilson) to deflower One (Mohinder)?

Wilson is given powers when a medical experiment involving a jealous House goes wrong, so Mohinder goes to find Wilson, who is on “The List”, and since Wilson had bought a new tie that day and Mohinder is already an innocent virgin, Wilson says he wants to show him is powers in a private room, and KAPOW! Wilson Charm works on Mohinder and he is…deflowered.

12. Does anyone on your friends list read Seven (Frank) slash?

I highly doubt it.

13. Does anyone on your friends list read Three (Remus Lupin) het?

If they did…I’d have to kill them. Seriously. Just because he’s with Tonks doesn’t mean he’s not flaming gay like EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE ENTIRE WORLD besides J. K. Rowling thinks.

14. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven (Patrick Stump)?

Dunno. I don’t have a lot of friends on livejournal.

15. Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five (Stephen Colbert/Wilson/Emmett)?

I don’t think so, but if anyone did write that, I WOULD BE OH SO HAPPYYYY!!!!

16. What might Ten (Neo) scream at a moment of great passion?

“I’m the one!” I guess. But I can’t think of anything funny. Or, “I should have taken the blue pill!!!!!” could work.

17. If you wrote a song-fic about Eight (Maurice), which song would you choose?

“Everything We Had” by The Academy Is because…well…Clive is a big fat bitchy bitch.

18. If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve (Mohinder/Ryan/Gabe) fic, what would the warnings be?

Voyeurism, extreme awkwardness, and not know who the hell is on top so nothing every actually happens. Also, please do not read.

19. What might be a good pick-up line for Two (Stephen Colbert) to use on Ten (Neo)?

Anything said in Stephen Colbert’s voice would get anyone into bed. That is my strong belief.

20. When was the last time you read a fic about Five (Emmet)?

A long time ago. The only one I want Emmet to be with is Ted, and I can’t find any fic about those two anywhere.

21. What is Six's (Ryan Stiles) super-sekrit kink?

Something with his shoes. If you’ve watched the show Whose Line is it Anyway?, you know what I’m talking about.

22. Would Eleven (Patrick Stump) shag Nine (Mercutio)? Drunk or sober?

After a few beers and a few lovely speeches by Mercutio, Patrick will be all over him.

23. If Three (Remus) and Seven (Frank) get together, who tops?

Ahhh…Neither…? They’re both bottoms, but I suppose if they were forced…Frank.

24. "One (Mohinder) and Nine (Mercutio) are in a happy relationship until Nine (Mercutio) suddenly runs off with Four (Wilson). One (Mohinder), broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven (Patrick Stump) and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve (Gabe Saporta), then follows the wise advice of Five (Emmet) and finds true love with Three (Remus Lupin)."

Well, Emmet does give great advice. And in some cracky, insane, drug-muddled, time-skipping way I can see Mercutio and Wilson together. Creepy or what?

25. What title would you give this fic?

“A Big Mess With Lots of Secks and Amazingly No One Gets Chlamydia and it’s Very Wrong But Somehow Still Entertaining.”

26. How would you feel if Seven/Eight (Frank/Maurice) was canon?

The movie would be very depressing and people would die of a broken heart watching it. However, they would look smashing together.

Slushies

2007-06-19T18:53:18Z

Slushies. Who made up slushies? Ice and kool-aid-ish stuff? Seriously. Who sits at home thinking of these things? How could you decide, 'For my contribution to the creation of a better america, Slushies! They're puddles of slush that serve no purpose other than to satisfy those who cannot decide if they want kool aid or if they want a popsicle. decide, you worthless human beings! And stop forcing me to waste four dollars on a giant puddle of slush every time I go to the movies. Really...

Writer's Block: Who's in your neighborhood

2007-06-19T18:41:58Z

How well do you know your next-door neighbors?

Not very well. The ones on my left have these weird dogs that they keep in a pen all the time. The dogs are always barking, and barking, and barking...and the kids that live in the house are strange. They're my friend's cousins, so i suppose I should be nice to them...but they're so fricking awkward! And my other neighbors, don't get me started on them. They are silent. Like Silence of the Lambs, accept without the whole 'eating people' thing. But, hey, you never really know a person do you? Especially if you've never talked to them. Am I right or am I right? Yeah. Ahahahaha....yeah. i thought so.

Then there's the family that lives behind me. Actually, the kid that goes to school with me says I live behind HIM, but we all know how deranged he is and no one would ever believe him. I think...maybe. kind of. sometimes, anyways.........i think...?

He lives behind me. End of story. He needs to realize this, get a hold of himself, and stop whining about my superiority over him. Go eat a muffin and whine about it to your mama.

Ah, the light of an angsty Heroes fic. REGRET.

2007-03-10T02:02:15Z

My first fic from the TV show Heroes. It’s Claude/Bennet. Please enjoy!

Title: Regret.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Angela, aka MEEEE!
Pairing: Claude/Bennet
Summary: A different take on what happened when Bennet shot Claude all those years ago…very angsty and over the top.
Warnings: Ah, not much. If I warned you it would pretty much give away the story.
Notes: A rather bland title for the story, but it was just so fitting I couldn’t help it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes, or any of the characters. I don't make any money, I just do it cuz it's fun and I enjoy it. No sueing plz!

I closed my eyes for a moment. Willed the throbbing of my head to stop, but it wouldn’t. I was shaking, and surprised that I hadn’t run the car into a ditch yet. Maybe I should, maybe it would solve all of my problems.

No, I was even too scared for that. I’m a coward. I took a deep breath. I felt the metal of a handgun burning like a low, dull flame in my pocket. It was reminding me of what I was going to do. The pain in my heart was overwhelming that of my head, and I winced when we hit a pothole in the road.

I finally turned to look towards the man in the passenger seat. He was looking out the front window, a stern expression on his face. He looked back at me and I could tell he knew something was amiss. He could always tell. I was never able to hide anything from him.

When we turned onto the road, he finally spoke. He knew something was going to happen. He knew everything.

Claude could read me like a book. Maybe he was trained to. We were partners after all. Sometimes I wanted to believe it was more, but it wasn’t. Never was, never would be. Not after what I was going to do.

I hadn’t asked for this. I never wanted to be mixed up in all of this. I was supposed to settle down with my wife and son. I was supposed to be a normal man, who loved his wife and came home at the end of the day without regrets.

But oh, how many regrets I have. And looking into the eyes of the Invisible Man, every regret is clearer and more troubling than ever.

Somehow, he brought out the worst in me. And, at the same time, the best.

By the time I parked the car on the side of the road, on that bridge, Claude was very aware of my intentions. He stood in front of me, unafraid. Told me I was making a mistake. I tried not to listen, tried to block out his voice but it still found a way to penetrate my brain. I pulled the gun out, cocked it, aimed. My eyes began to burn. I sniffed, clenched my teeth, tried to concentrate. Claude was aware of the tears streaming down my face even before I was. He stepped forward, a string of calming words escaping his lips, but I was inconsolable. I aimed the gun at him, finger resting on the trigger, hands shaking like mad. He stepped back.

My legs felt like they would collapse beneath me. I didn’t feel that I was attached to the earth any longer. Hot tears slid down my cheeks. I hadn’t cried in over ten years; why now? I’d killed before, and Claude wasn’t any different. Right? I was doing it for the good of my family.

No, I couldn’t justify my actions. Every part of my body was screaming at me to stop when I pulled the trigger. I looked Claude in the eyes one last time, and listened to the last words he would ever speak on this earth.

“I love you.”

And he fell to the ground and lay there. I collapsed to the ground with him.

As his blood seeped into my skin and my suit, I felt that all too familiar emotion. The one that I saw in Claude’s eyes, that haunted me, even as the light was fading from them.

Regret.

/END/

So…please tell me what you think!

My icon is sexy

2007-03-03T23:03:12Z

When my computer is fixed I am going to have so-fucking-many fics to post. It's not even funny.

and...the explination is that i have four computers. i know its sad. One computer is really crappy and old and the only things that work are microsoft word and the floppy disk drive. i use that puter to write, and save it on a floppy. but the only computer that is able to use the internet doesn't have a floppy drive. So i need to convert my writing to a regular CD...but the other two computers are half-broken and i can't use them GAHHH YOU SHIT COMPUTERS i really need to throw one out a window. go all office space on it's ass. or sommat like that...

wow that was a long explination. i wonder if it made sense.

BTW, CRUSH is the best fanfic ever. seriously. I'm not even kidding.

You Win.

2007-01-31T22:57:10Z

This website wins. It does. It really really does.

http://www.uncyclopedia.org

It's a satire of wikipedia and it's FLIPPIN HILARIOUS!!! (yes i meant to say flippin) anyone with a sense of humor will be laughing their balls off. seriously. your balls will come off from laughing so hard. no, i'm not even joking. even if you're not a man.

Green tea is very healthy for you. that is what i learned today at skool. And that's pretty much all i learned. Because school is somehow pointless and i did see some sexy mens theres buts no mens making out with other mens. I was sad. :'(

Now I'm going to stop acting like an idiot. If it's possible.

I have the urge to tell a deep, dark secret. But I don't have one. GAH ADAM WHY DONT YOU JUST LOVE ME BAAAACKKKK!!!!
my psychiatrist tells me that i can't force him to love me. so i shan't. no, i'm just kidding. not really.

Now i'm out of interesting things to talk about. (you had interesting things in the first place?) SHUT UP o'course i did....

TALLADEGA NIGHTS SLASH RULES GO TO winning_machineRIGHT NOW, FOOL

And then there was...cocoa...

2007-01-25T17:40:54Z

Ah! I've just changed the layout of my journal. Its so sweet! see the cute little grim reapers? I had no idea grim reapers could be cute but apparently they can. XD awwwwwwwwwww!

I had a half day at school and so now I can actually be on the computer for more than a half hour! Wheeeeeeee...... I'm going to get some serious writing done. I'm way too sick and tired to go hang out with any friends, so i shall sit down and do absolutely nothing for the whole day! besides study.....CURSE YOU, FINALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dont do drugs.

~angela~

Top 8 Funniest Comedians in my book

2007-01-03T22:33:11Z

I am bored, and so I shall post. These are the top 8 funniest comedians in my book. They're in no order, since I didn't have the heart to try to decide who i adore the most.

1.   Stephen Colbert :: The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, Strangers with Candy, Saturday Night Live

2.   Sasha Baron Cohen :: Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan, Da Ali G Show

3.   Jon Stewart :: The Daily Show, Death to Smoochy, Wordplay, Big Daddy

4.   Dane Cook

5.   George Carlin

6.   Lewis Black :: The Daily Show, Accepted, Man of the Year, Unaccompanied Minors, Last Laugh '06

7.   Ryan Stiles :: Whose Line is it Anyway, The Drew Carey Show

8.   Rob Corrdry :: The Daily Show, The Office, Last Laugh '06

Icons and Icons and...Icons!!!

2006-09-05T18:51:38Z

15 Whose Line
1 Drew Carey Show
6 The Daily Show/The Colbert Report

Hey, this is the first batch of icons i've ever made. I hope you enjoy them! remember to comment, credit and enjoy. Though i don't think you could on many of them, you can edit them if you really want to. I attempted to get the numbers next to them, but it didn't work. so sad. Anyhoo, enjoy and comment! :)

These icons are from my photobucket account, rs_neverletgo

While i'm on the topic of icons...
I am in the process of making a personalized icon for myself, and would be happy to make one for anyone who wants one with their own name on it. It can say whatever you want, and you can supply the pic or I can supply the pic. mine's prolly gonna say "I am 0_dark_light_0 and I love slash" or something like that...anyway...if you want one, just comment and let me know what you want.

0_dark_light_0 @ 2006-08-31T23:30:00

2006-09-01T04:42:11Z

These must be watched by any Col/Ry or just plain Whose Line fan. I am totally in love with them. By the way, they're fanvids/music videos or whatever the hell you call them. ok, here's the links. have fun.

meow. god Colin cracks me up.

Hero:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FURp3RHjU0g

Fire:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGIsDN9Z4ok

Beautiful Soul:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CvEJXq9YhHA

GAHHH! I can't get them to become links! maybe what rudelypinioned said about my journal not liking slash is true. how unfortunate. *sigh* I guess you have to copy the URL into your...uhm...the thingy on top where you write the website. yeah. ok, sorry for the inconvenience, but these amazing videos are SOOO WORTH IT!!!!!!! So watch them! You will be glad you did.

I didn't exactly ask permission to put these here, but I don't think IDIOTdella (that's her name on YouTube. No, I'm not calling her an idiot. HEY stop giggling!) will mind. If she does, she can comment here and yell at me, then I shall take these links down. But know that they were only posted because I simply adore them.

ZOMG EMMYS!!! melt

2006-08-28T15:24:34Z

Wow. I missed the first half of the Emmys, but then I watched clips later on youtube. I just have to say:

SEIRNFA;SDFNMA;SLDFMLSANFGR
AHHH THE SLASHINESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I almost died when I saw Stephen kiss Jon. They are slashy and clearly in love! I have to say that I also think they are the "gayest straight men on TV"! (besides the Whose Line guys of course). So, that will be a night to remember. Thank you, Stephen Colbert.

Puh-thet-ic

2006-08-24T17:38:43Z

I have no friends on livejournal. I am pathetic. And bored. Also, I made a bunch of whose line and TDS/TCR icons but they aren't in the right format and so I CAN'T POST THEM! DARN YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!

Moon

2006-08-08T04:17:34Z

Ah...look at the moon. I normally use blinds on my windows so the sun doesn't wake me in the morning, but tonight...i don't know, I just decided to leave them open. And isn't the moon beautiful? It's almost full, and all glowy and stuff. It's like a jon/stephen fic that's newly posted. OK, maybe that has nothing to do with it, but I like both moons and jon/stephen fics, so i guess that's all they have in common. Well I bet no one is reading this anyway, so I shall end it here. Good night, and good moon.

Random

2006-08-07T05:10:54Z

Hellooo...
It's late at night and i'm posting because I'm bored. I have to admit, usually these journals have a subject of something, but just think of me as "above the primative use of a subject" ... uhm ... anyway,

well, I heard that Whose Line is coming to DVD in september! EXCITING! now I can rewind, pause, and enjoy time and again the wonders of WLiiA!!!! Ahem, way too excited.

Since the Daily Show has the Indecision 2004 DVD, the Colbert Report should come out with a DVD. that would be insanely awesome and I would cry. <3 stephen...

Also in the category of weird news, I have learned that those at the Daily Show and Colbert Report know about their wild slash-writer fans, and have people reading our fics! WAH. creepy to say the least. And, apparently, they talked about it in an episode on the Daily Show, and in an episode of the Colbert Report. If anyone has a clip of these, or knows what was said, I would be eternally grateful if you would indulge me.

Alright! That ends my rant. Thank you for reading, and I hope you were not insanely bored. sorry if you were.

Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert

2006-07-30T04:37:04Z

I am a big fan of Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. Lets face it. They're frickin hilarious. And I know that people are always wondering, who do you like more, Stewart of Colbert? Which one's funnier? Which one's better looking?

They are both amazing people. Jon Stewart lays out the facts and makes fun of them. He does a great Bush impression. His conversations with his "correspondents" that are supposedly reporting from various countries and video games, are interesting and witty. Stephen Colbert is hilariously satirical, and pretends to be so full of himself in order to make fun of insane conservative right-wingers and TV personalities. Sometimes his guests are just there so he can make fun of them.
So, they're both great in different ways. Why don't we just celebrate their greatness as two very different people and not worry about who's funnier or who looks better in a suit. Ok?

So that was my first and completely pointless insane journal entry. Please tell me what you think :)