so green

First off, y'all have no idea all the awesomesauce, totally amazingly mindblowing blogthings quizzes results you've missed because my LJ simply refused to function properly and stuff. Like, it wouldn't even let me post crap, I mean, you don't realize how basic and irreplaceable a feature it is, until the possibility to post gets mysteriously (and as of yet unexplainedly) taken away from you.

But. Since I'm here, let me tell you about my day. ::gears up::

You know it's one of those days when the first thing that happens to you is your coffee pot making weird noises and stinking up your entire apartment because you forgot to put the water (and the coffee) in before you put it on the fire... yeah.  At work I managed to get my thumb bruised by the cash machine. And the drawer where we keep the money. It's like this, the cash machine is mostly there for show emotional reasons, it doesn't work and according to the lore it hasn't since 1998 when the boss tossed it against a wall (the specifics aren't clear for anyone, but methinks it has something to do with all those anger management books we keep coming across in the storage room) and from that moment on has stubbornly refused to be fixed, the boss, however, is more stubborn(er) and so will not get rid of it because it was the first cash machine he bought with his own money (and it's also very much outdated by now) and whatever, inappropriate workplace love affairs aside, the stupid machine has bouts of joyful life during which it, uh, comes to life and fools distracted dependents into thinking it works, and only when the dependent has come to realize she doesn't know how the machine works because, oh hey it doesn't work,  does the darn thing go back ot its general state of non-functionality, with the dependent's finger trapped under it. That hurt.

But it was worse when the drawer (which has no reason whatsoever to not function properly because it's a drawer) refused to open up and then to close and both times I got my fingers smashed awkwardly.

::weeps:: woe is me. In the meantime, while nursing my poor, bruised, abused fingers, I shall be sitting here wearily eyeing LJ lest it decide it wants to be funny again.

P.S.: I am in an altered state of mind. Please do forgive this post's abundance of commas, italics and possible penchant for unexsitent words (although they do, arguably, exist now that I made them up ::thoughtfully strokes beard::).

So, I have this headache, right? Well, in two hours it'll be pushing it's three days mark. Blood vessels in my left eye have bursted, and so I make a very nice picture, with eye bags, the reddened eye and, oh yeah, crankiness levels up to eleven.

Fun times.

As I sit here, in caffeinated expectation until it's nine o'clock and the world starts spinning around these parts again, it hits me: other than institutionalized mental patients, their somewhat annoying psychiatrist and his (rather lovable) student, and the people I've conned into letting me interview them, I have no social life.

This is why I did not go to med school (aside of the insides-sighting part, of course), I wanted to be able to still, like, talk to people. As in people who did not honestly believe the Queen of England is masquerading in their basement as a rat, which is obviously part of a plan for world domination. Obviously.

Man, even my bf is someone from school/work. Jesus. H. Christ. Dear flist, please to remain awesome. Thank you.

And in the matter of the flist being awesome. I have a rec. Nosce te ipsum by rei_c  is truly an outstanding work of creativity. The style is impeccable and the basic premise is more than a little enticing. What if the Greek Empire had not been defeated, what then? It's RPS but there's no actual slash, pre-slash I think, but it's open enough that if you're not into that kind of thing, you'll still love it because of how true it rings. Jensen is Jensen-ish and Jared is accurately Jared-ish. And then there are secondary characters that have lives and an entire universe that makes things so utupian I found myself wishing this society did actually exist just so I could go gorge myself on their history books and philosophers' views. Seriously, do yourselves a big ol' favor and read it.

I shall go back now, to the flower boy's attempts at changing my worldview on modern medicine. Little boy don't learn.

So, just got home from this really horrible flight wherein, among other things, I wasn't allowed to sleep and then got groped by an anti-drugs guard in a completely unnecessary stop, to find the roommate still here and so not getting ready to leave, which she should have done last week according to plans, it's okay though, I understand why she's still there, but I am pissed by her "teehee, we too got screwed up in the deal here so be sympathetic, meanwhile I'll relax and kick  some more of your stuff around whilst completely ignoring the part where I apologize to you for not letting you know I wasn't gone yet" attitude, but you know, I can put that behind. Can you tell I'm pissed? maybe I didn't lay it thick enough?

But, that is not why I'm here, even though it really, really is. I was all gloomy and pissy and belligerent, but then new pics of Jen popped up in my flist and  voila! I am no longer a snappy five-year-old, although I still have the very pressing urge to stomp my foot, but I'm not gonna because I'm all about maturity right now ::nods::

Anyway, just came by to vent a little, ogle Jen and let you know that I'm back in black. How've y'all been doing?

Stories about my brother in an airplane, certain colombian inappropriate officer and the vent to mother all vents will be forthcoming as soon as I can make myself talk about it without breaking into tears (remember the maturity part?), oh yeah, and after I've showered and slept it off.

C'mon flist, make it better. Pretty please?

Am tired.

Am homesick (please be posting TX related material. Please. I'll be your fic-whore for a month. That needy I am)

Have the physical evidence of how scatter-brained I am. As my buss rode by a movie theater on my way back home today, I spotted the Ninja Turtles Movie poster... I didn't know there was a movie about those fellows. I do not need to create an AU for any of my characters, because I clearly live in one of my own.

Managed to quell a monster-headache before it took its full toll for the very first (and hopefully not last) time in my life. Yay me.

Need to sleep, and buy groceries. And possibly do the laundry.

Bought a new coat. And it is the shit.

Am gonna kick my laptop any time soon. I have this Autumn pics that I want to mail to cherryscott , but as it turns out, I can't download them on my laptop because that little  ungrateful bastard claims it to be "impossible to establish a connection with the new hardware found"... I hate technology with a passion.

Have officially turned in my last report on The Project of Doom, so my last week as a teacher is painfully close. I wonder if I could ask for an extension.

This all. Yours truly: Me

Just got results from yesterday's blood work. Not good. Doc said my hormones are going nuts again. Because I didn't know that already ::eye roll:: weight loss might have something to do with that too. And clearly the recent pimples (painful little fuckers) are also related, they are leaving sun-stains on my face! I am pissed at my body chemistry.

Migraines? Still a mystery. The theory remains that a group of neurons is (for some, yet undisclosed, reason) working independently, which means that blood doesn't reach them as fluidly as it should resulting in lack of oxygen in my brain, swelling and consequent migraine. How is that possible? Can neurons work isolated? Why does everything around me have to develop a will of its own?
But, you know, we knew this already, what's got my panties in knots is that Ibuprofen is no longer effective... 400mg do NOTHING to take the pain away, ice goes completely unnoticed, darkness is not even a pebble in the migraine's shoe. I'm helpless in the face of my headaches

Doc's freaking out because we could give it a shot at some stronger pain killers but I'm twenty year old... and there is really no chance of sending the migraines away. I already have medication for life (hormones, which aren't working either) we don't want to add a possible future addiction to pain killers. 

So. Not. Fear.

Also? my blouse unbuttoned yesterday. In school. Actually only the two top buttons fell open, not that those two little bastards do anything, right? They only cover my tits from public display. So now five dudes know that I own a purple bra... and I caught the god-damned buttons right when they were revolting so I could cover up before any major embarrassment took place. But then these lovely boys had the gentleness to point out that purple really compliments my skin tone! 
I kinda hate men right now.

So clearly, I need some Jensen to make it all right. Right?

Okay, so my ADD has reached levels never known before which has made this week... interesting. Yeah, let's call it that. And its only Tuesday (Spn night! Yay).

The lab partner brought his ass home and the first paper is DONE, procrastination notwithstanding. Kudos for us. 

I haven't been able to sit and actually get some fic-action going, so I'm scared that when I finally get to do it... I won't be able to pick up where I left off. Which means that there'll probably be some changes in what I've got so far. Not too happy with that.

Got new photos, and I'm pimping them for this amateur contest that will be taking place in the National Art Gallery next April. If I'm lucky, I'll get in (three pictures minimum per participant, six max) and will get some exposure. Exposure is good. Though I'm not sure I'll be able to pull it off due to lack of free time to dedicate to sucking up.... I'll figure something out.

Mmmh, bought Supernatural's Season 1 DVD box set. I'm happy as a clam! 

Lost 10 lbs, and that's not good. I have an appointment with the doc tomorrow, wish me luck and pray the balance was broken or something. Unexplainable weight-loss is never a good thing. ::shakes head::

Well, that's that. Still breathing, despite the universe's attempts at stopping me from doing so. Btw, I got an allergic reaction to... well, I still don't know. You think the weight issue might have something to do with the rash part? Could those be related?. 
Huh, I'm thinky now....

My "verbal porn" icon ::points icon:: is not necessarily related to actual porn!
Yes, it does make reference to guilty pleasures, yes I coulda used some other line, yes there are very few things Jensen Ackles can't porn up for me.

I made it, because I read like a junkie whether they are books, fanfictions, newspapers, hell I even read my notebooks every once in a while... ahem. I also write, profusely (not that you get to see that, but still). Thus letters are as enjoyable for me as the kind of porn I indulge in.

Why is reading/writing a guilty pleasure? Because I can usually be found performing either of those activities when I should be doing something else, like cleaning, cooking, studying, working, or whatever else the affected party finds more productive. In fact I get more creative in my writings, not to mention more obsessive with my reading during mid-terms and finals periods. A perfect example is now, when I'm kinda busy falling in love with Dylan O'Conner hence completely ignoring the three papers and two presentations I have to work on. See what I mean? See the utility of such an icon? See why JA? Why verbal porn? See?

So to answer the burning question: No, it does not refer to actual porn exclusively, although it has and will continue to be applied to posts related to the subject every now and then. But also, will be seen adorning posts that deal with the pimping of books, fics, and adjoined themes that do not treat porn in any fashion...
 ANd the reason why I'm placing this answer here, where my flist can read it... is for the utter annoyance of the inquiring individual.
There. Happy now?