Apparently, it's going to snow tonight. No. Wait. I mean SNOW. Like, I heard three emergency broadcasts on my commute today that were like, *BEEPBEEPBEEP* "Hey assholes, you have until midnight to get your shit together because right about then? The weather gods are gonna unleash hell. Good luck."
Having a snow day tomorrow would be generally awesome. And if that happened, I would:
1) Finish a Spencer!centric Panic kink!fic that is already ridiculously cracked out and long. And when I say kink, I'm not bullshitting.
2) Finish FOB angst.
3) Finish Pete/Patrick Bike!Punk AU.
4) Finish Eddie/Melo or maybe Melo/Eddie get it on. Or off. Or whatever.
5) Deeply consider SPN porn.
6) Write a lecture on Communist China. And/or grade the last of my midterms.
The Lucero/Rocky concert was, as expected, the kind of amazing that you want to bottle and have chilled, in your fridge, for rough days later on in the year.
There were many of us and we were all mashed against the stage and each other and we were all drinking pina coladas (wait, what?), and screaming the words to all the songs until we couldn't anymore. By the end of the night, I smelled like pot, dust, and coconut.
My brother's girlfriend and I are considering going to the 30STM, Head Automatica, Cobra Starship concert in a couple weeks. I'm not sure why, other than OMG TRECKETT. But, you know. Jared is usually so underwhelming. He could be the dealbreaker there.
UM. There is this meme in which you ask me who I ship in any fandom and why, and then I have an excuse to talk fandom. SO ASK AWAY: Swimporn, NFL or NBA RPS, SPN (the show or the actors), Farscape, Buffy/Angel, SG1, CSI: Anywhere, House, Six Feet Under, bandslash, etc.