Ficlet for tardis80: A Monologue for Two Voices

*sigh* I need to stop wangsting about this and just post it. I'm sorry it's not more exciting, tardis80.

Comment fic the fourth:

Title: A Monologue for Two Voices
Prequel to: Dæmonology
Rating: PG
Length: ~950 words
Summary: tardis80 wanted something about Rodney and faith or Rodney and Tyk. This is both.
A/N: Will really make no sense unless you’ve read Dæmonology. Which you should do? [/pathetic attempt to self-pimp]

( A Monologue for Two Voices )

Tickle Me Emo

So. Paper: finished. New term: started. trinityofone: already exhausted.

But...my new History of the U.S. lecturer seems less dull than the last one, and one of my Irish Literature tutors is named Katie Brown. I make my own fun.

This weekend I made a lot of it, in spite of the paper which, quality aside, ended up being not a big deal at all, especially in proportion to the amount I angsted about it. On Friday, siriaeve and jarsy and I were going to go see Brokeback Mountain, but it was SOLD OUT. My reaction was a mixture of single, crystalline tear-sadness and sudden, extreme violence. siriaeve ( got it all on camera! )

OH NOES! I can never show my face in Temple Bar again!

Right. After we went for tapas, siriaeve and I ventured right back to the scene of my "Oh no she didn't!" moment to see my crush suitemate Aidan's band, Wally's Hut, play at Eamon Doran's. He had invited me special! He wanted me to see him play! I was so so very excited!

Actually, I think he pretty much just invited everyone he knew. siriaeve and I wandered around a bit during the dull first act, then jostled elbows with people by the stage while Wally's Hut played its short set. The crowd was very enthusiastic--there was even a panty-throwing moment--but the sound system sucked, and as cute as Aidan looked, I don't think Wally's Hut is going to be the next big thing. (You may all point and laugh when I turn out to be utterly, completely wrong, and Wally's Hut and Eamon Doran's get another circular record marker on the Dublin Rock 'n' Stroll.) Still, I got to see Aidan fuck play his bass, so that's something.

( Also, I took some lame photos. )

Saturday, I wrote a draft of my paper ALL IN ONE DAY, because I rule. Then the gang--siriaeve, jarsy, jaaam, and lil_nibbler, as well as some other fine people; and yes, we should all get matching motorcycle jackets or something--got together to finally see the gay cowboys. And there was much rejoicing throughout the land! And by "rejoicing," I mean "crying into our nachos."

Sunday I edited my paper, and by "edited" I mean "watched SG-1."

And that was my weekend. To appropriate one of my favorite Irish expressions that I always sound stupid saying: Bless.

Ooh, and favor! Could somebody upload The Killers' Hot Fuss to YSI or something and link me? I have two tracks from it, "All These Things That I've Done" and "Everything Will Be Alright," and I can't stop listening to them. Please, if you can toss me some more, I would really appreciate it: I'm goin' nuts here. Thankyouthankyou.

Ficlet for smallbeer: French Class

Dude, I am, like, on fire tonight. Which probably means I am going to pass out any minute now. But hey, I'm HALFWAY THERE with these babies. Rock.

Comment fic the fifth:

Title: French Class
Rating: PG
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Spoilers: Tiny tiny one for ‘The Long Goodbye’
Length: ~1500 words
Summary: For smallbeer: ‘John and Rodney have to explain some wacky Earth custom to Ronon.’

( French Class )