acostilow tagged me, so here goes:

Name your Top 20 List Of Lust, in no particular order. Your neighbor or grade school teacher doesn't count. The list can be male, female or mixed. They can be real life celebrities or characters in a movie or TV show. For example, you might want to gag Mariska Hargitay, while still lusting after Butchy McFabulous Olivia Benson.

( Hot Guys )

I don't have 5 people to tag, but I *will* tag:
etumon
smax987

The Flying Spaghetti Monster has an entry at Wikipedia! I have a confession to make. I, too, am a Pastafarian. No, no, don't try to talk me out of it. I will resist persecution and remain true to my beliefs. May you be forever touched by His Noodly Appendage.

So, I'm thinking about getting a new bed. Mother and Daddy might be visiting for Labor Day, so they could help me transport it then. Then I could put the twin bed in the other room and use it as a guest room. I just happen to have been searching ebay for quilts for my hypothetical new bed, and I found this. Somebody convince me I don't need to bid on this. (Actually, I'm probably not going to, but, you know, quilt!)

I spent about an hour last night organizing the My Pictures folder on my computer. I separated screencaps by the movie they're from, and I renamed all the Hard Core Logo caps so I could tell which one they are (cause they were all named things like cap241). And, I just--the pretty!

( In the end it's love )

Yay! And now I am going to go read blogs and not buy a quilt!

Guy tagged me for the music meme a few days ago, and now that I'm not dead I actually have time to do it. Yay!

( music meme )

Whew. I uploaded all the songs I mentioned to yousendit, so let me know if the links stop working and I'll repost them.

(With no apologies to Loverboy, because, they're, you know, *Loverboy*.)

This weekend I'm going to Shawnee. It's going to be a busy weekend--I've gotta get my driver's license renewed, and then there's tons of different stuff going on. It's Mother's birthday on the 22nd, though I don't think we're celebrating until Sunday at lunch. Sara's prom is this weekend, and so is the Meeker prom. I may be helping chaperon the Meeker prom, which I had fun doing last year. (Note to self: remember to pack something semi-nice to wear to that. And comfortable shoes.) I also need to decide if I'm giving picara her birthday present this weekend. Since her birthday's not till the 30th, after all. But I don't know if I'll get back up there the next weekend. Also also also! picara ordered the version of Hard Core Logo that has the commentary track on it, and we're hoping it'll be there this weekend! Hugh, telling stories about Callum! And being mean to Noel Baker! What could be more fun?

So, yeah. I need to pack tonight, and take a DVD back to Blockbuster, and do my next lab for cataloging (which isn't due till Saturday, but I won't be able to do it in Shawnee). And I have papers due next week, God. School. Who ever thought it was a good idea?

So, I'm not doing anything. At all. Nothing. I have answers to two discussion questions for Reference due by midnight. I haven't started them yet, nor have I done that background reading that will allow me to answer the questions. You'll notice it's 10:15. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother. I mean, I'm in school, but if I'm not doing the work, whether it's because I can't or won't or whatever, there's no point. I just...I think about trying to do something, and it just makes me feel worthless and want to go to bed. I'm all organized and everything now, which is how I know what's due. So now I'm able to tell exactly what it is that I'm not doing and supposed to be doing, rather than having a vague, horrible feeling that I'm supposed to be doing something but not knowing what it is. Now it's a specific, horrible feeling that I'm supposed to be doing something and knowing exactly what it is.

Let's see what makes me happy....
--Hugh Dillon has a new album, which I OMGLOVE!
--Saved is a really good movie (Go on, make fun of me for liking a Mandy Moore movie. Snob!)
--I'm wearing long, dangly zipper earrings, which my counselor didn't seem to know what to make of.
--I have a new bookshelf, and I moved all the nonfiction to the shelf in the dining room, so I got to alphabetize books. (Shut up.)
--Girls' Bike Club shirts are supposed to be available for order this week. *crosses fingers*

Uh-huh.