what in me is dark

I have had a long, shitty day filled with grueling, shitty work and I'm ridiculously exhausted.  Five minutes ago, I finished up everything and decided to take a nap.  I stumbled over to the bed, gave up half-way and face-planted the shaggy carpet in my room.  After a few seconds of staring at the floor, I thought to myself, This carpet is getting pretty long.  I ought to mow it sometime.  And then I spent a few more seconds contemplating how exactly one goes about mowing a carpet before realizing, YOU MOW A LAWN, NOT A CARPET, YOU FUCKWIT.

And I don't even do drugs.  Although it's times like this when I almost wish I did...

My mother and I have been experiencing some...friction the past week.  Mind you, we never actually argue.  Our rare moments of disagreement usually consist of us sending hurt glares at each other in between innocently puzzled expressions of, "Upset?  Me?  Where would you get such an idea?"  (We seem to bring out the passive-aggressiveness in each other.)  Our complaints towards one another rarely venture into verbal territory.

During our last almost-tiff, my mother was on the verge of actually vocalizing her frustration, when her face suddenly softened and she said, "You know what?  I'm sorry."  Then, holding up her hand in reconciliation, she added, "I love you," and gave me a Vulcan salute.

This is why our relationship leans so much more on the "passive" side than "aggressive."  Also, I love my mom.

I visited thejadetwin and other friends this weekend.  While we were driving home from Indianapolis, our friend A was sexting her male friend J in the back seat.  They're not actually dating; I think it's just away to release all their pent up sexual frustration without exchanging diseases.  (jk, A is totally disease-free.  I dunno about J.)

I was listening to her read especially juicy segments out loud, and I mentioned that I'd be terrible at dirty talk.  I'd probably say something ridiculously nerdy like, "I want to suck your Spock."  To my chagrin, A texted that along to J, who apparently is as much of a geek as we are.  He sent back, "I want to f*ck Urhooha."

( And thus the Trek-sext was born. )

Problems.  I has them.

Why is jecrois the bestest friend in the world?  Because he makes me icons like this: 



 eta:  And then I remember that he writes shit like this about me and my propensity to use correct grammar.  If I hadn't laughed so hard, I might have been upset.

This fandom has eaten my brain.  The remainder of my vocabulary consists entirely of "GUH."

Since I can't embed this for some reason, here's a link to an educational youtube video.  Worksafe, although completely cracktastic.
Oh, the warm fuzzies, they fill my heart.

My mother and I were up late tonight, chilling on her bed and watching Saturday Night Fever (her favorite movie since childhood--apparently underneath that repressed Indian schoolgirl was a female Bee Gee waiting to break free).  During the dance on the light-up floor, my mother turns to me and says casually, "You know, your father and I went to a club like that once in the seventies."

I turn to stare at her.  "Eh?"

"We didn't really know what to do there.  We didn't smoke, or drink, and we didn't really know how to dance, so we left."

I stare some more.

"I was wearing a sari."

At which point I fell of the bed.

OMG my family.  God help me, but I love them.

I had this dream last night where I was trying to explain to my oldest sister that I don't slash everything I watch or read these days, and that I am perfectly capable of getting into a fandom without believing with all my heart that the two main male characters are having wild monkey sex with each other off camera.  To prove my point, I pulled out a Supernatural DVD to show her that I fully support a non-sexual relationship between Sam and Dean.

Somehow, when I put in the DVD, it was from another show, which also--miraculously--starred Jensen, who walked on camera wearing a dress.  He was immediately followed by Jared, who then jumped him like a bunny on Viagra.

To my subconscious:  You and I need to have a chat.

WOOHOO STAR TREK REBOOT IS ON THE 5 BUCK LIST.  *dances*

...for porn chemistry!

How did I not know about chemistryhelp earlier? Livejournal, you're awesome!  Or at least, the people on Livejournal are awesome.  I guess there's a difference.

Also!  I got the job!  Well, volunteer position, really, but yay more experience!

www.cracked.com/article_17341_5-terrifying-bastardizations-wikipedia-model.html

Man, how come my middle school history classes never covered that time during WWII when a group of powerful British witches came together to thwart Hitler's conquest of England?  American schools never teach anything right.

Head Trip - Twilight Sucks by ~shinga on deviantART

Yes, yes, I am aware that I am total hypocrite, having read each book in one sitting.  At least I'm an honest hypocrite.  Or something.

http://www.theonion.com/content/video/trekkies_bash_new_star_trek_film?utm_source=most_pop_pop

Hello, y'all.  This is the dju-dju.  I am canceling my neekiethemagid account and switching permanently over to this one.  Unlike my other journal, this one will be not be friends-locked.  I don't intend to post much personal stuff up here.  This blog will mainly be used to subject you to my badly written fiction and rants about my favorite tv shows.  Really, nothing new.

Mwah!