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There's a quote meme going around and I'd love to play but, in the process of unpacking, I found my diary from my freshman year of high school and I'm so traumatized I'd have to pick quotes from Hilary Duff movies. And I quote myself:
It just gets worse from there. Chris was a senior. I was a freshman. Reading my journal, it's pretty clear I stalked the poor guy. Oh, and he ended up taking Gina to the prom. It was school scandal. ;)
The living room! I have to eventually add a few more pieces and the art that's hanging has a companion so I'll have to center both but I'm happy with how it look so far. (I also need curtains for the front windows. My place is prime for peeping toms!)
The bedroom. There's not much going on there right now but I like the color and the way the windows are set so high.
The kitchen. It's a shame I didn't capture my shiny new Daniel Jackson magnet in that shot. :)
It's blurry but you get the idea.
And the guest room that, to my mother's chagrin, will double as my fandom room. I have two rooms upstairs that aren't photographed. One is almost entirely empty and the 2nd will serve as an upstairs den. This room here was just screaming for my HP, LotR, Stargate, Star Trek, and 'Nsync stuff. Of course it also needs a bed.
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cranberryink mentioned that she wants to read an SGA philharmonic AU wherein Rodney is a famous concert pianist and John plays, I don't know, the kettle drums or something. And they have hot sex on top of a piano, the end. I agree! Yes! In my mind, it goes like this: Because Rodney is a music prodigy and all John does is bang the damn kettle drum. One day they start talking, though, and John starts spouting off all of this geeky music knowledge and Rodney's hard and wrong, wrong, wrong about John. Plus, John's hot. So they're on the piano fucking and John's lying back with his feet on the keys banging out atonal sounds as Rodney thrusts. Any other time it would drive Rodney crazy but, somehow, it's the best damn music he's heard in a while.
So, our question is, who wants to write this?
I'm off for a bike ride but, first, I have a diary to burn.
Dear Jodi, (OMG I named my diary Jodi.) This is my horoscope from yesterday. Ironic, isn't it? I want to go to the prom with Chris so badly. He just has to ask me. I have to go, but I know that I won't. That would be too amazing. Heather says he might ask some girl he met about a week ago. I would die if he asked Amy E. or Gina! Love, [Saturn]
It just gets worse from there. Chris was a senior. I was a freshman. Reading my journal, it's pretty clear I stalked the poor guy. Oh, and he ended up taking Gina to the prom. It was school scandal. ;)
The living room! I have to eventually add a few more pieces and the art that's hanging has a companion so I'll have to center both but I'm happy with how it look so far. (I also need curtains for the front windows. My place is prime for peeping toms!)
The bedroom. There's not much going on there right now but I like the color and the way the windows are set so high.
The kitchen. It's a shame I didn't capture my shiny new Daniel Jackson magnet in that shot. :)
It's blurry but you get the idea.
And the guest room that, to my mother's chagrin, will double as my fandom room. I have two rooms upstairs that aren't photographed. One is almost entirely empty and the 2nd will serve as an upstairs den. This room here was just screaming for my HP, LotR, Stargate, Star Trek, and 'Nsync stuff. Of course it also needs a bed.
cranberryink mentioned that she wants to read an SGA philharmonic AU wherein Rodney is a famous concert pianist and John plays, I don't know, the kettle drums or something. And they have hot sex on top of a piano, the end. I agree! Yes! In my mind, it goes like this: Because Rodney is a music prodigy and all John does is bang the damn kettle drum. One day they start talking, though, and John starts spouting off all of this geeky music knowledge and Rodney's hard and wrong, wrong, wrong about John. Plus, John's hot. So they're on the piano fucking and John's lying back with his feet on the keys banging out atonal sounds as Rodney thrusts. Any other time it would drive Rodney crazy but, somehow, it's the best damn music he's heard in a while.So, our question is, who wants to write this?
I'm off for a bike ride but, first, I have a diary to burn.
