Can someone please tell me what is going on with Sam's sideburns at the moment? Are they ALWAYS that insane? Much more of this craziness and he and Wolverine will be having a extreme-hair-off.

I somehow just can't quite picture him in the early hours scraping so carefully away to emphasise his cheekbones just so. o_0

P.S. Dollhouse Season 2? Oh YES PLEASE.

P.P.S. I'm having one of my bad weeks. I hate the world. Fic is up to 7,000 words though.

The universe is really fucking me off this weekend, seriously.

I could go into details, but it took me AN HOUR to explain to my Mum on the phone today, and even then I completely skipped one of the massive annoyances.

Suffice to say, uni is being a bitch, (the servers CRASHED on friday, ALL OF THEM,) I'm running out of time to finish things at all/well, one of the classes I NEED for next semester I've missed the deadline for portfolio submission because I was busy with CRAZY HELL-ESSAYS AND RANDOM SURPRISE-ASSIGNMENTS! My parents marriage is still seriously on the rocks, I've been so exhausted for the last two days I could barely MOVE, I have fic spinning around in my head like a whirlwind and have NO TIME to write it, I STILL haven't been able to get in to talk to the post-grad advisor to sort out next semester/year. Oh, and the internet is pissing me off.

I don't need a boohoo brigade or anything I'm just seriously irritated and tired. I've decided to skip class in the morning. Although it seems at the moment I can sleep a million hours every night and I'm still exhausted. >:(

I'm OVER IT! Please let it be the end of semester, soon!?

(I do love that I already have all the tags I might want for this entry...)

EDIT: Meh, I guess I should warn that there is fic in the comments now that has spoilers for 4x22. *sighs and goes to bed*

Oh my frikkin gosh.


I cannot believe this.

I just needed to update because this is so, so very cruel...

In a totally random burst of the Universe showing how infinitely evil it is, on the ONE DAY I just completely randomly will be in Wellington in oh, the last YEAR AND A HALF, is the same day that FRED FUCKING GALLAGHER is going to be in Wellington. And the con entry fee is EIGHTY FUCKING DOLLARS! Oh my gosh, the AGONY. THE SOUL-SPLITTING AGONY!

Because most of the people reading this journal arent gaming geeks as well as other forms of geeks, I will explain. Fred Gallagher is the author/artist of megatokyo; a comic that in a lot of ways, sums up my brain. I have been reading this comic for four years and as a New Zealander, had completely resigned myself to never meeting anyone involved with it's creation, ever. Then I find out Fred is coming to New Zealand, and I joke about flying up to Wellington just for the sheer glory of meeting the guy (even if it would be lame and all, "Hi, oh my gosh I think your comic is great and I think you're a genius!" *gush gush gush fangirl gush fangirl* Him: "Thanks, I'm glad you like the comic." *signs something* Me: *Leaves with vague sense of disappointment*) but yeah, just a joke, right? Then I find out that I'm going to BE THERE, THAT NIGHT. And now I just want to kill something small and fuzzy because it's SO TEMPTING. Even though I have NO MONEY and even if I did have money I need to spend it on winter clothing because I've been away from true-cold for so long that all my old warm-things are dying.

But I'll BE THERE.

Oh hell, the AGONY!!!!