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I haven't watched this concert in years. I used to have it on VHS, I watched it daily. Neon Ballroom is still one of the best albums I've ever heard, and it was nine years ago that I first made that judgement. I was a 12 year old with exceptional taste.

I can't imagine how I could have possibly ignored the fact that Daniel Johns was stoned out of his mind every time he got on stage, but lol man was he ever.

Fuckin' A.

I was in a list-trimming mood today, and I did a bit of a friends cut. No offense meant; if I cut you, it's either because we still don't know each other after an extended period of being on each others' friends lists, or our interests have simply grown apart and we have little to nothing in common anymore. If you want back on, feel free to comment, but, honestly, my journal is sparse at best right now, and given the criteria I used, I doubt any of those cut are very broken up about it.

I also went through my Facebook friends list and discovered about 25 names I didn't recognize. Creepy.

Hay guys! I'm back! From Australia! I pretty much had to be dragged kicking and screaming to the airport to go home!

Yeah Sydney > this place.

Here are pictures, that's a public link to my Facebook album because I'm too lazy to upload them all again. There are kangaroos and koalas and wallabies, and a little bit of drunken debauchery, not necessarily in that order.

I want to go back right now. I'm bored and jetlagged here, and most of my friends are abroad until the end of August.

I came back a few days late because I spent the weekend in LA with a guy I met on the trip. That was cool. I don't wish I lived in LA, but I do wish the friends I made who live there were closer to me.

I haven't caught up on the internet yet because it's a very overwhelming thought. I'm working towards reading the big bangs.

I'm kinda picky about fic content.

I'm, like, annoyingly particular about top/bottom roles. I am also really, really reluctant to read anything without a definitively happy ending. I make exceptions for friends' fics, but for the most part I am all about the escapism. If I walk away from a fic feeling like that world is worse than the real world, then I'm not a happy Bone. I'm also pretty OTP-loyal, and can maintain interest in other pairings only when they're very much secondary to my OTP in the fic I'm reading.

ALSO I REALLY HATE IT WHEN MODERN DAY STEVE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO TURN A COMPUTER ON. The dude has been in our age for a long time, and lives a very prolific lifestyle. I am quite sure he's adjusted by now, at least enough to know how to send a freaking email. (Tying into this is my dislike for characterizations of modern-Steve where he's painted as a blushing virgin.)

It occurs to me that if I would relax my anus over a few of these principles, I might be able to enjoy more stories. But then I would have nothing to complain about in my online journal, and what would the world come to?



I have class in five and a half hours and I haven't yet finished the assignment I have to pass in at that time. This is procrastination. :) :) :)

ETA: ( Robert Downey Junior in high heels on the IM2 set )