If I receive one more LJ alert involving snowflake cookies, I’ll go psychotic.







EDIT: Guess what I just received *facepalm*

Tomorrow [or today already *sigh*] I'm having my first college exam. It’s about Audiovisual Technology, the final one. And this has been my face during all the classes:




And this is the transcript:

Teacher: *technobabble technobbable technobbable*
Me: …. Huh?
Other students: *nod and write things down*
Me: …Wait a minute. *to classmate* I thought this was about watching movies and being bohemian?
Teacher: Hey, you! The girl with the terror-striken expression! I hope you know about the properties of Sound and Bipolar Junction Transistors!
Me:… I can translate Latin?
Teacher: That's too bad.

There are no words to describe the way I am gonna crash and burn tomorrow.

This-



-and this-



-have made me insanely happy today.

Título: Reflexiones sobre un vaso de Whiskey

Pairing: Booth/Brennan.

Rating: Depende de cuán sensible seas a la mención de hombres semidesnudos en el saloncito de Brennan (Booth lo es. Y mucho).

Spoilers: Puede que a Booth le guste Brennan. Buuuuh, ¡te he espoileado la serie entera! SUE ME. Also, Sweets y Jared.

Warnings: Booth está al borde de una embolia, Brennan no pilla nada, menciones a Zombie!Jesús, demás blasfemias y asesinatos rituales especialmente macabros, Hodgins experimenta con un cochinillo y Booth y Brennan mantienen una conversación telepática como buenamente pueden. Un episodio normal, vamos.

Dedicatoria: Para iikrisii

Resumen: En el momento en que la puerta del apartamento de Brennan se abre, Booth se encuentra con un dilema; a) quedarse en silencio y esperar que el sujeto caiga muerto por su propia cuenta, b) sacar la pistola y practicar el tiro al payaso que le ha hecho famoso o c) golpear primero y alegar defensa propia después.

No quiere más terapia y en la cárcel no tiene mucho éxito que digamos, así que se decanta por la primera opción y espera. Desafortunadamente, el tío semidesnudo que tiene delante no cae fulminado.

Rayos.

( Booth sabe que debería salir pitando, pero busca a Brennan y por Dios que no se va sin ella )

 

It's almost 4am and I just spent an hour standing in my room contemplating which posters I should take with me to Barcelona, no idea why. And then I felt the need to post this useless piece of information here.

Huh. That was weird.

I got accepted at the University I chose, so I guess that means I’m moving to Barcelona. Which means I’ll have to spent money to travel next week because I can’t do the paperwork online (not all of us live in Barcelona, fuck) and find shelter before I end up living under a bridge. 

Well, damnit. I had already forgotten what stress was.

Three people have called me crying today. University entrance exams begin tomorrow and panic’s spreading. I mean, really spreading. It isn’t the nuclear holocaust, people. They’re just exams. Take a deep breath and watch some blooper reels. And once you’ve finished the exams, drink until your liver weeps. Srsly. It works.

Damnit, people. I’m a student, not a therapist.

Having to translate Latin text that talks about the night a prostitute threw a rock to a roman senator from her balcony because he was ‘too clingy and annoying and was bothering her clients’ in an exam is a really, really distracting thing to do. I mean, I ship them already. If it wasn’t for the whole rock throwing thing, they would have awesome hate!sex.



BTW, is it weird to ship Movie!Kirk/Movie!Spock without having seen the Star Trek movie yet?

I’ll follow everyone's example and write a short introduction so everyone from the Heroes friending meme can decide whether to stay in my journal or run for their lives. It’s up to you. If you defriend me I promise not to hunt you down with burning arrows. That’d be reckless and not classy.
( And you call this short? )