Even as Fender layth grieving for her lost scholarship coins, her heart swelt up with the joyous songs of the Heavens for lo! James Marsters hath kissed another man. And God sayeth unto the fangirls, "Squee, for I hath made James Marsters smooch of another man's lips. And it is good." And the fangirls did squee and did much rejoicing until they had tired themselves out. And so, the fangirls did continue to watch James Marsters kissing John Barrowman on the Tube of You in a loop continuously into the night, and there was much pausing and rewinding and playing and replaying. And it was good.

I just realized that I may have misplaced some printed-out screencaptures of JM's naked ass... and I have the fear that my mother will stumble upon them! >_< I had them lodged in a very specific place in a magazine (I've kept them there for years); today I was loading up some junk into a suitcase and I realized those pics were gone! Holy crap! I have no idea where they went or when they specifically disappeared... I just hope mom doesn't locate them before I do. XD

I have an unusual leaning towards the macabre and the morbid. It fascinates me, and yet it terrifies me. I was surfing over at Asylum Eclectica and I came across two links that perked my interest.
The first is:

MyDeathSpace ::: It's like Myspace for the dead! Actually, it's a listing of all the people who had Myspace accounts, but have since died. There are lots of articles about how the numerous people have met their untimely ends, such as suicides, being killed in Iraq by car bombings, long illnesses, heart attacks, random acts of violence, even being electrocuted by an electric fence or being crushed by a luggage elevator at an airport. Most of the articles seem to automobile fatalities though. It's fascinating, seeing all the goofy pictures people post on Myspace next to horrific accounts of how they died. It's like, would you really have put that picture of yourself tonguing your sorority sister while you were drunk on my frontpage if you knew that you'd die in a head-on collision three weeks later? This is why I'm leaving a will detailing all my usernames and passwords for all my messageboards, websites, and my lj account so that if anything were to happen to me, my friends could be informed.

And the second is:
Men of Mortuaries ::: We've all seen those firefighter and police officer calendars with the overly buff men, but what about the hotties who work in the nation's funeral homes?! This calendar is only $7.50, and its proceeds are donated to charity, I think. Check out Mr. April. He's a total cutie. Oh, and did I mention that you can email each Man of Mortuary personally? I'm gonna email Mr. April. He's dead sexy. XD

It amazes me how many stupid things people say, in a public place, as if no one were around to hear them. An example, today I was standing in the bus stop "shed" to protect myself from the biting cold. A girl walks by wearing these amazing boots. They were knee-high and made from white leather with a gold metal spiked heel and a little gold charm bracelet around the ankles. These were fucking awesome boots. As soon as the girl in the fucking awesome boots is out of sight, a girl standing next to me turns to her friend as says, "Who does she think she is? This is Tennessee, not New York. I mean, God! Those boots come up to her knees!" She said it in this bitingly obnoxious kind of way too. I wasn't sure what I was mad about; the fact that she dissed Tennessee'ers (which, judging by her accent, she's one herself) or the fact that she is stupid enough to think that they only people in the world allowed to wear knee-high boots are from New York. Having lived in New York myself for a year, I can tell walking on ice in high heels is no fun, not that Tennessee is a verdant utopia at this time of year. It's one of those things I guess you overhear and makes your brain explode as Lewis Black says.

Anyways, I'm enjoying my classes thus far. I will have more of a report later. ^_~ I will now head off to Chilis with Sarah and the Tanya! Whoot!