Just finished my Western Civ. midterm. Whoosh. It was an essay question that was so broad--"Trace the rise of the British, French, German, Russian, and Japanese Empires and their impact on the rest of the world"--it could have been re-worded "Please write down every word that has come out of my mouth since the beginning of the semester" and would have achieved the same result. We had an hour and half, and after forty-five minutes, I finished up Great Britain and freaked when I realized I still had four countries left. I squeezed everything in with a minute-thirty left to spare, and while it's far from the best thing I've ever written, I do hope it'll be acceptable. I got a 94% on the objective part of the midterm (taken two days ago, she splits the midterm over two sessions...100 pt. objective, 100 pt. essay), so I have a little wiggle room. Not a lot, but enough that I'm not stressing out too bad.

My American history midterm in an hour and a half, however...*silently screams*

Oh well, by this time next week I'll be all done with midterms. Yay.

But this little bit of Supernatural (gen) fanart just made my day.

ETA: All done for today! Other than confusing the various conquistadors, I think I did alright.

Supernatural. Damn.

I know the "if fandom was my boyfriend" thing has been done, but I just gotta say, if Supernatural was my boyfriend, he'd be the deadbeat, struggling stoner musician, who is just so sweet when he's sober, and occasionally truly deep and brilliant, but when he's high, he's an asshole. So I kick him to the curb, but then he writes me an amazing, touching song and brings me nice presents and is generally the beautiful person I fell in love with so I take him back, and it starts all over again.

Yeah.

( Cut for SPN spoilers through 3.12 -- heavy on 3.09, though. )

I might be a tich oversensitive after the last few weeks in SPN-land, but I am so so tired of being in fandoms primarily made up women that just, well, don't seem to like women all that much. And I'm not talking about just disliking a character--to each her own, right?--but the insults and double standards just make me want to pull my hair out. Since last night's SGA episode, I've been treated to more of the same, and I am done.

( Cut for a little rant. Also, spoilers through SGA 4.16, heavy on 'Trio'. )

Also, I really need some SGA icons. *goes off in search*

Dean really would be a terrible boyfriend, though.

My brother's new favorite song to play on the guitar is "Bad Moon Rising"--which, hey, considering his last favorite song was the theme from "King of the Hill" and he played it pretty much every time he had a guitar in his hand (jeez, that was a lousy three months), is not that bad--and so I hear the song all the time. Unfortunately, being a big Supernatural dork, the song makes me feel really melancholy. It's ridiculous, I know, but I can't help picturing smashed Impalas and getting a little teary every time I hear it.

In other "wow, Erin really needs a life" news, I was working out at Curves (best gym ever, btw) today, and I noticed that one of the names on the wall (members who have 300+ workouts get a big gold star...it's like workout pre-school) was "Karen B." and my first thought was, "OMG KAREN BREWER GOES TO CURVES!" Because I'm just that dorky. :)

OMG.

An idea for a gen Supernatural mpreg was dropped fully formed into my head today as I drove to school. I'm talking a complete plot outline, dialog, funny bits, they way it ties into the show's current arc, everything.

Kripes, I don't even read mpreg. I sure as hell don't want to write it.

Help! The mpreg fairies are holding my brain hostage! Everytime I try to write on one of the four open projects I have right now, my brain stops on pregnant!Dean and won't let me leave!

Holy shit, people.

(Okay, in case you need me to draw you a map, here, I am not at all appalled by Katie Cassidy's behavior. It would be the reaction that caused me to bang my head against my bedroom wall for the last five minutes.)

Sigh.

So, again, not dead, just struggling with being sick (same old shit) and chemistry is kicking my ass. Doesn't leave me a whole lot of time for LJ.

***

I am a really bad lesbian, I guess. I'm just not offended by a lot of stuff that I'm told I'm supposed to be offended by. Like, the SNL gay Dumbledore sketch. I thought it was funny (a little silly, sure, but it's SNL), and it was only after I turned on the internet that I learned it was NOT FUNNY AT ALL and HORRIBLY STEREOTYPICAL and HOMOPHOBIC. Ooookay. Missed that one. My bad.

Same with the outrage over SPN. ( Cut for spoilers from 'Bedtime Stories' )

***

I've really gotten hooked on Stargate: Atlantis recently. The fanfic is awesome. I've resisted for a while, because I don't like Stargate SG-1 very much, and figured SGA would be more of the same. I was very pleasently suprised to find that wasn't so, and I just adore all the characters on SGA. I'm especially fond of McKay.

If you're interested, I've got a few recs here.

A couple things that might have been overlooked...

First, we all know J.K. Rowling finished Harry Potter, but of even greater importance, somniesperus (Telanu) finished THE TEA SERIES (you need to go through her website to get to it, but it's not hard to find). YAY! I've been reading this fanfic for years, almost as long as I've been reading the books themselves, and I'm so happy it's finished! A little sad, too. VERY satisfying ending. For me, and a lot of people, The Tea Series is the definitive Snape/Harry, and it absolutely remains my favorite.

Switching to SPN now, Kripke reassures fandom. WHEW! I wasn't worried worried, but it's nice to know that the producers haven't lost their minds. And how cool that he's so in touch with his fanbase! :) (Warning: SPN S3 spoilers, so don't click the link if you're keeping yourself pure.)

Today was awesome.

Saw one of my best friends today for the first time in ages. Y'know, we go months, sometimes years, without seeing each other, but when we get together, it's like no time has passed. Also, there was no drama about the gay thing, which I was a bit worried about. She was totally cool. Amusingly we managed to discus it without once saying the word lesbian. (Hey, Tori: I'M A BIG DYKE, YO. See, I can say it, as long as I'm not looking at you!)

I escorted my friend, her boyfriend, and her mom around the city. We didn't do much...Japantown and the Wharf...but it was fun. Her boyfriend is adorable! He gets the Erin Seal of Approval. Bought much pocky and hi-chews, and managed to refrain from buying manga that I can't afford.

We're getting together later to watch Supernatural and squee about incest! Finally, someone I can share my filthy new habit with.

So today rocked, even though I'm going to pay for overextending myself for the rest of the week. I was on so much pain medication to keep going that I hope I wasn't too loopy. But so, so worth it. :)

I spent most of my fourth of July in bed reading fanfic. Yay? And after approx. 9,000 Numb3rs fic--don't look at me like that! I didn't ask for another fandom, it was thrust upon me--I have just one little complaint. ::cough:: Dear Numb3rs eppescest writers: "Buddy" is not a pet name. And Supernatural wincest writers? "Sammy" isn't a pet name, either. ::eyeroll::

Actually, today I read several Supernatural fics contained my absolute biggest pet peeve. I cannot stand it when Dean points a gun at Sam as a joke or an empty threat. Just, no. They were raised around weapons, they were taught how to use them at a young age by an expert, and lesson number one, drilled into you constantly, is: never point a gun at someone unless you intend to shoot them. John Winchster would have beat his boys black and blue if they ever pointed their guns at each other in play, and I can't see Dean throwing off all that early training and holding a gun to Sam's chest to get him to take a shower or whatever.

Ah, well, I'm drugged to the gills and bitchy, and I should probably be asleep.

(PS: Teen boys are so moody! Everyone talks about teen girls, but my two brothers--12 and 17--are so sullen and touchy! I can't really compare, not having a little sister in the house all the time, but I'm going out of mind. Sometimes they're fine, and other times the littlest thing sets them off. I kind of want to hit them both.)

OMFG! CANNOT CONTROL THE SQUEE.

( Barely coherent thoughts on Supernatural Ep. 2.20 )

I made a Supernatural playlist, so I have something other than Josh Groban to listen to when I write fic. (Because I really, really, should not even be tempted to write porny Sam/Dean to February Song. Josh Groban is evil.) It's all classic rock, some stuff from the show, some stuff that I just like. While considering song choices, I asked my younger brother, "Do you think Dean would listen to Janis Joplin?"

"No," he answered, no hesitation.

"C'mon," I said. "He's a big Zeppelin fan. They're real bluesy. Joplin is a blues-rock singer. It's not too far off base."

He looked incredulous. "Erin," he said slowly, "I need you to listen to me here."

"Shoot."

"Okay, try and follow me. Led Zeppelin...is one of the greatest bands in the history of the world. Janis Joplin...sucks giant monkey balls."

"Hey! I like Janis Joplin."

The little bitch reached over and patted the top of my head condescendingly. "Well, you have no taste in music. You like Josh Groban."

"Do not," I muttered.

"It's okay, I love you anyway. But Dean still doesn't like Janis Joplin."


Sigh. Janis Joplin is awesome. :P

*Mom, this is one you want to avoid.*

( To my lovely bitch_jerkoff author... )

Title: Suspicious Minds
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Some Sam/Jess, mostly gen.
Spoilers: Through S1.
Summary: People look at Sam and jump to the wrong conclusion.

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.

( Sam's in second grade, the first time. )

I do not need another fandom.

Incest is not my thing. I've read a few fics with incestuous pairings because I liked the authors--and, OK, I read a lot of V.C. Andrews in Jr. High--but as a general rule, incest squicks me and I tend to avoid it.

But holy fuck, Dean and Sam. I didn't want to like this show, and I really didn't want to like the wincest. But I'm hooked, on both. I've spent the last couple days reading everything I can get my hands on (and what a weird ass fandom...the incestuous couple is the most popular, as far as I can tell). Stupid hot brothers with chemistry oozing in every scene. Stupid amazing fanfic writers who make the 'cest seem inevitable...

I'm doomed.

On the upside, I watched Supernatural with my brothers on Thursday, and this conversation took place:

Me: Hmmm, Sam kind of reminds of Lindsey from Angel.
Shane: WHAT? He doesn't look anything like Lindsey!
Me: No, no, I mean his facial expressions, like the way he twists his mouth.
Shane: His face doesn't look like Lindsey's--
Me: No, I know that, I mean his expressions--
Shane: Lindsey has incredible eyes.

*stunned silence*

Ed: Dude, that's really gay.
Shane: Hey! I can say another guy has nice eyes without being gay. Besides, he does, his lashes are--
Ed: Really gay, yo.
Shane: I'm not gay! I don't have to be gay to think his eyes are pretty...right, Erin?
Me: Hmmm? Yeah, totally, you're the straightest. But don't you think Dean's eyes are beautiful? Now he has great lashes.
Shane: Yeah, they're cool.
Ed: You're totally gay, bro.
Shane: Whatever, I'm comfortable with my masculinity.

...

Me: So, Shane. You have to chose, death is not an option...Dean or Lindsey?
Shane: FUCK BOTH OF YOU.