It's quite a ways from the 4th of July, but aside from obscure Yankee traditions, a much more important event took place that day. I only got around to celebrating it now, so here's the belated commemoration tribute:





HAPPY BIRTHDAY, jamie_dakin! ♥ ♥ ♥

( Cut for the real image. )

16thday

LJ Smut Day now officially has a home! Go, go and post your smut, from today until the 21st! Read the rules for more info! INTENSE!

Hey, just a quick reminder to y'all: LJ Smut Day is on the 16th, and this month's theme is threesomes. Take that any way you like. Fic, art, vid and what-have-you are indiscriminately welcomed. All fandoms up for grabs!

More detailed post later, but I just wanted to get that up there for the benefit of the masses. C'mon, guys, it's a respectable tradition; we've got to keep the dream alive! Besides which, I mean, don't kid yourselves:




YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO.


Kiss kiss!
Your resident miarr

Amy Winehouse - Me and Mr Jones | lyrics



HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS.

( I think I've had an epiphany. )


TRUFAX OR WHAT, MY GOD.

Quite so. My fate is regrettably akin to Ewon's during finals week—except I'm not actually lying, and I won't be dragged off to the bedroom for some dubiously consensual sex afterwards. Since the History bagrut is this Thursday, I will be completely incommunicado for the next two days. If you do see me wandering online, please, for the love of Moses, kick me off immediately. I may lie and beg and promise you the world, but don't be fooled—I should be sitting my ass down and learning about the North African Jews post-WWI, damn right.

Other things worth noting before I vanish into the mist:

• Got a 100/100 on my end-of-the-year Law Test, and the yearly grade is 97. NOT HALF BAD, MOTHERFUCKERS! This calls for the Dance of the Lawyers, amirite? ♥
  
  
• Big Brother was made lieutenant-in-chief or however you call it yesterday; the point is, he has shiny new army ranks on his shoulders, a troop of youngins under his command, and a Roy Mustang hat. Yeah, he's excited about the hat, too. :D
  
  
• New haircut! Pictures forthcoming to anyone who requests them, O ye faithful.
  

And now, North African Jews.

Wednesday 17:30 → Set Design project: 3% complete. Dominant emotion: overwhelming despair.

Thursday 02:44 → Set Design project: 99% complete. Dominant emotion: severely frazzled.

BITCHES DON'T KNOW 'BOUT MAH WATERCOLOURING SKILLZ. *faints*

I will be a much happier camper once Thursday is over. Wish me luck with the presentation, shyeah?

*FLAILS*

You thought I wouldn't make it! I thought I wouldn't make it! But despite the most shitty day to ever shit in the history of shitting days, I did in fact beat the deadline for LJ Smut Day. HOLY SHI— Y'ALL, THIS IS AMAZING.

My submission is actually nothing more than completely irrefutable proof of my utter fail, though. I mean, it's called LJ Smut Day. Did I draw smut? No. Is there a skirt? Barely, if you squint hard at the bottom of the picture. Otherwise? I-I HAVE NO IDEA. This month = totally pwnd, so hopefully next month I'll be able to get my act together. SRY GUYS. D:

To check out the other, much better contributions, go stare at kassie_opia's criminally brilliant drawing and lemiru's scorchingly hot saga of love. Y'all, I kid you not, my flist is GENIUS. ♥ ♥ ♥

( Alphonse Mucha totally hates me. )

THANKS TO ALL PLAYERS! Hope to see you mofos next month. Actual commentary on this round's loot will be forthcoming when my jaw wakes up and picks itself off the floor, kk. ♥

Alternating studying for the Hebrew final this Friday and the Law final this Monday. Results are... debatable.

NOTEBOOK: Testifying - A witness, when called to testify, is sworn to recount "the truth and nothing but the truth" [...] the summoning litigant may express dissent with the questions or conduct of the cross-examiner, in which case he is allowed to call a halt to the proceedings by the traditional cry of—
MIARR: OBJECTION! DAMN RIIIGHT.

I think I might not focusing on the right details here. D:


P.S. Hey guys, in case you didn't know, Monday the 16th is LJ Smut Day! So hurry up and make use of those pictures up there, hurr hurr.

lukadron made a mention of me updating MOAR, and so that very instant, at 12:39 pm after three hours of tutoring classmates for the big Hebrew test, I ran like hell to post. TRUE LOVE OR WHAT? ♥

...then I realized I don't actually have anything to talk about.

Ehehe.

( In the end, I shall spam you all with pictures. Naughty ones. In other words, COMPLETELY GRATUITOUS IMAGE HEAVY PICSPAM. )

I expect the comments to be full of cat macros, y'all. :D

( FAGGOTS? IN *MY* EDO PERIOD?! )

YOU GUYS. SERIOUSLY. YOU GUYS.

I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS IN A SHOUNEN MANGA. WHAT THE HELL.

SO TERRIBLY, IMMENSELY CONFUSED.

WHAT THE.

JUST. WHAT.

Quick breather to let y'all know I'm alive, and excuse the egregious lack of anything whatsoever:

( gokudera sketch. )

And now, I am off to learn History and make tea, in whichever order.


ETA: Did I forget to mention? 100/100 IN THE ARABIC BAGRUT, MOTHERFUCKERS. \o/

I should really be studying up for the upcoming History exam, but honestly, I just couldn't resist. Check out this Feministe post in response to Israel's 60th anniversary. The debate is interesting and thoughtful, except for one dumbass troll coming in and yelling "LOL I LURV JEWS BUT THEY'RE ALL ASS BASTARDS RLY". I even took it upon myself to respond—look for Rafael in the comments.

Oh, Americans. I wonder, is your bubble tinted or completely opaque? Honestly.

P.S. Combination of content and icon make Roxas a Zionist! Or an anti-troll. Probably both. \o/

Guys, guys, terrible peer pressure! I blame ronsard and kokanshu. Also, my recent tragic dearth of awesomegood music. Pimp away! And remember to post in your own journals, so's you can get the payback. ♥


S-SOUNDTRACK MAH LIFE, SHYEAH?

So a while ago barronblack and I were talking, extolling the many virtues of Andrew Bird, when one of us, I don't know which, said "and his lyrics, you know, how they're absolutely perfect for writing" and the other one said "hmmm". Well, I guess that must have been me, because I present to you now,

The Andrew Bird Prompt Table

( This is how is goes. )

HAPPY PASSOVER, WEIRDOS!

I'm off to glut myself on matzabrite and play the part of Bambi in Aramic. (No, really.) Good times, good times. Everyone have an awesome Seder! Further updates may or may not be forthcoming later, depending on how the 34875398th glass of ceremonial wine goes down.

Meanwhile, I leave you with ( this )

Because we will, you know.
Your resident miarr

I've been feeling better than I have in weeks, possibly ages. Calm, unwound, completely drained of tension—Passover vacation is here, and I'm due for a week of a) no school b) staying at my mum's house. There is c) writing my English final-cum-research-paper thing, but let's not spoil the moment here, shall we.

( Srs deep contemplation. On home, family, and the psychology of the individual. )

So essentially, I've spent the morning being happy and listening to Jacques Loussier or Andrew Bird: true home music, for me. And y'all have listened patiently, so here, have ( some of the good stuff. )

So that's Part II of the guide. Once again, back to our regularly scheduled fannish activities. ♥

Esso è tutto in la famiglia,
Your resident miarr

So a while ago, kokanshu asked me to draw an image from her fantastic PYT 'verse, which you should all check out right now. (Seriously, you guys. It's a KH AU, has Axel as a DJ and Roxas climbing through windows and is just about perfect in every way. Go see.)

I was incredibly excited to be propositioned by such a raging talent, clearly, and perhaps that's why the going was so hard. (You guys, I forswear Roxas' hair. And his jawline.) Props to the amazing raihu for indefatigable art support—if you want me to take your version down, baby, just ring me up. *g*

So this is for kokanshu, who asked for Roxas wearing turquoise lipstick. Below is my version, raihu's disgustingly pretty take on one of the drafts, and an extra sketch for fun. Hope you like it, bb. Enjoy. ♥


( me and my teenage hustling )

( i's been working it since i's 14 )

( it's gonna save me from your dirty dealings )

Anyone attempting to provoke me into rational conversation during the next week and a half will be rudely deflected with a barrage of listed magisterial norms and/or parabolic equations. Yes, it is true: Math and Law tests, in the same week. My mind is eroding faster than you can say 'what-ho', like a particularly shoddy Vesuvius model stuffed with too many sulphuric acids. It is not a particularly pleasant experience. Just ask Mt. Vesuvius.

( HOWEVER. )

No doubt about it—sometimes, geekiness is nothing but the perfect balm to a poor, unfortunate soul. ♥

P.S. YOU GUYS, IN A FIT OF MENTAL INSTABILITY I HAVE APPARENTLY UPLOADED A SHITLOAD OF JPOP ONTO MY CELLPHONE. YOU GUYS, IT IS SO INCREDIBLY FIERCE. I-I HAVE NO WORDS. SEND ME ALL YOUR ARASHI LOOT, fluttering I AM LOOKING AT YOU BB.

THESE CLOTHES, I WANT THEM. God damn Warren Ellis for turning me into a piece of mindless consumerist trash.

Speaking of trash, Cloud Strife should have worn this, like, two weeks ago oh my goddd.

In other news, Monday-Thursday this week will see me off in a military base in Beit Lid, undergoing an Operative Intelligence course in Arabic and learning to spy on foreigners. It's the army's way of telling Arabic students 'sup guys, we know where you live'. We probably won't learn how to make bombs, but we'll be listening in on people who do, so it's all one in the end. (I love me some Arabic class. Lateral education, baby.)

AND GUYS, you know what's even better than bombs? ronsard is, damn right. ♥ Some of you may not know this, but that tall lady wrote My Girlfriend, Who Lives In Canada, a Kingdom Hearts fic so glaringly awesome its very title gives it away. Reading it is like being assaulted by a battering ram made of chocolate cake, I kid you not. Seriously, you guys—I drew fanart. THAT'S how much you should read it.

To wrap up, the computer has been resurrected, as you may well have noticed, and all is well in the world except I wish I could catch you guys on MSN more than once every two days. thefakutori folk—log the hell on already, I need to lick your synapses. Yes. Again. ♥ ♥ ♥

YOU GUYS THE COMPUTER HAS DIED. LITERALLY DIED. WHATEVER I TOLD raihu OVER THE PHONE IT'S NOT TRUE AND MY FEEBLE-MINDED MOTHERBOARD IS DEAD DEAD DEAD.

Have taken a leaf out of blizzardseason's book and hijacked the computer room at school in order to deliver you the above message. The blasted thing—rewired, reframed, and generally Frankenstein'd—should be back by the end of the week. Possibly. Maybe.

(On the upside, the next time it kicks the bucket I'll have sufficient justification to chuck it out the window. So help me god, it will fly.)

If I screen the comments to this post, will you guys send me phone numbers or something? D: I want to talk to rational people so bad it's eating my soul from inside. And, guys. My soul? Is not a tasty morsel.

WARNING: Phone stalkage is not for the faint of heart. Thou hast been warned. ♥

IRL,
Your resident miarr