Imagine that! :D

( Cut for babbling about RL )

In fannish news, I hear those Young Veins fellows are putting out a little record or something? IDK how I really feel about The Other Girl. I mean, I like the tune, and I love Ryan's ridiculous little voice (and his suit, which according to Mark Ronson is very stylish!) but the lyrics are... Well. What we've heard so far, though, and what I've heard about the listening party, makes me rly hopeful about the rest of the record. So, :D!

Ryan's interview with JMont (and JMont's purplest of prose) rly made me so so happy though, flist. He's spooky! And mysterious! But he just wants to be funny. :(((( And the sentence "To a lot of Panic! fans, Ross is a spook story — the dark yin to Brendon Urie and Spencer Smith's bright and shiny yang. " is possibly the greatest sentence ever written in the history of the English language. Bright and shiny yang!

Also, I would read so much fic based on this:

"Me and Jon [Walker] sang it facing each other, playing acoustic," he said, describing the recording process of "Heart of Mine.

It reminded me of the stories of bb!Lennon/McCartney's writing process (somewhere, Ryan Rossy just came and he doesn't know why). They used to sit across from each other on opposite beds with guitars in their laps and write back and forth. Seriously, I just want all the ridic fic about Ryan and Jon writing music together.

Ficwise, I know some people weren't satisfied with it but from what I read so far (and I haven't read a lot) bandom_hc has been very very good to me. arsenicjade, marksykins, and fictionalaspect's fic were fantastic, and I loved a few more I can't remember right now because it's 2 AM, wtf. D:

How've you been, flist?

ETA: Brendon: Still ridiculous. In other news, Brendon: still my favorite. But seriously, he stays home carving pumpkins on a Friday night. And he's so proud of his pumpkin! :DDDDDD

About a month ago, my wisdom teeth started growing in. The pain started, to my amazing luck, on New Year's Eve, so I rang in the New Year by driving to the only open pharmacy on New Year's (near LA) to get the antibiotics/pain killers the bitchy on-call doctor prescribed on the phone.

This past month really sucked because of it, because even though the on call doctor told me my wisdom teeth were growing in side ways (as in pushing against the other teeth and the bone, and generally making a mess of things) and my dentist (with x-rays to confirm) agreed, the oral surgeon I talked to said that it wasn't my wisdom teeth, but something called TMJ, which happens when you grind your teeth a lot in your sleep. It took forever to get an appointment with another oral surgeon to confirm that the first one was indeed stupid and I actually do need to get the wisdom teeth pulled (luckily my insurance covered the appointments, though they won't cover the surgery).

It turns out that I do need to get my teeth pulled. I'll be removing all four at the time, and it's scheduled for Friday. I get to be asleep for the procedure, which I'm not sure whether or not is good thing. On one hand, I'd probably throw up on the doctor if I had to be awake while he was poking away in there. On the other hand, I've heard too many horror stories about anesthetics to not be terrified of them, even though the one I'll have isn't a full anesthetic that you need a tube shoved down your throat for, just one to make you sleeeeeeepy.

I'll admit though, when the doctor gave me the prescription for Vicodin, I went through a moment of unrestrained fannish glee. My doctor didn't know what House was, so he just looked at me strangely when I told him about house's vicodin fetish and told me that he won't give me any more prescriptions, so i'd probably be better off not getting addicted.

Yay for new episodes of House, btw.

On another note, when i was proof reading this entry, I noticed that I typed lickily instead of luckily. I think this may be one of them freudian thingys people are always talking about. ;)