Oh, look at this old comment I made back in 2007:

Well, hmmm. For the past few months/years, I've been seeing Pete Wentz around and going, god, what a douchebag. I really don't want to like him. (Especially since I have extreme dislike for Ashlee Simpson, but that's beside the point, because it has nothing to do with Pete.) But lately, I've been seeing him on interviews and things and finding myself laughing out loud at something he says instead of scowling, or shaking my head and saying 'oh, Pete' even almost affectionately. Especially since with Panic! fandom, its hard to stay away from him, particularly in fic. But I think that really I'm gonna stay away from Fall Out Boy fandom for the time being, because even though I like some of their music, that's just a whole, huge new thing I'd have to try and keep track of. Not to mention that it goes against some principals that I've held for a very long time. Telling my hippie, Country Joe and the Fish-lovin', global warming-stopping friends that I like Panic! at the Disco is proving it be difficult enough. Announcing a new love of Fall Out Boy? I'd probably be disowned. *is ashamed of being ashamed*

Wow, I really did a great job, there. /SARCASM. I sounded like such a douche. And I really like Ashlee now, I don't know what that was about. Fair warning to everyone else; the slope, it's slippery.

Tracking numbers are my favorites... I can see that my Clandestine hoodie is in Moncton! THAT'S LIKE, 40 minutes away! *gimme hands*

Everyday, I set my alarm for 7am, and every day, I wake up at 6:47am. Every single day. I have yet to have waken up in this apartment to my alarm. When I was on the ship, I got into the habit of napping if I had more than half an hour. And here, I can't do it. If I wake up at 6am, I know I have an hour to sleep before I have to get up, but I can't do it. I can't go back to sleep. It's like, I anticipate my alarm and want to avoid it at all costs.

RE: Perez Hilton and Will.I.Am- I don't like violence, but I do have to say, Perez was gonna have to take responsibility for his profession at some point, especially where, unlike TMZ and other gossip companies, he's just one person who is easily singled out. It just sucks it had to be the way it was. There are really no victims in this little scandal, only instigators. They're all at fault.

Paparazzi and people who make a living out of exploiting the lives and image of others, like Perez, make no apologies for what they do. When they suddenly come face to face with the people they hurt and exploit, they sing a different tune.

I definitely don't think anyone was right to hit anyone else, and don't even get me started on how ridiculous gangstery ol' Fergie is, but I am saying that Perez shouldn't be surprised that it happened. He gave as good as he got.

And as for John Mayer, well, we know his thoughts on the situation, and we knew long ago his position on paparazzi and gossip bloggers (did anyone else read the open letter to the Government of California about his general safety?), so nobody should be a) surprised or b) angry that he's insensitive to Perez's plight. And for those of you who are, I remind you that Perez has been known for similar insensitivity towards other people he's blasted in his blog.

Pete Townshend is my music IDOL, he's my role model, and he's the king of smashing guitars up. He practically invented the trend. Which is why it's so weird that I ABSOLUTELY LOATHE IT when people destroy guitars. Guitars are for creating, not for destroying. I CAN'T STAND IT. Anytime I see it in a music video, at a concert, especially if it's someone who I (in my obviously all-knowing way) deem unworthy. (Avril Lavigne, I like you, but you are not allowed to smash guitars, for example.)

Anyways, just a side note, as I sit here reading a (really, hilariously awesome!) Big Bang story in which a guitar gets destroyed.

Dear Internets and The World Beyond,

Please don't send me any emails, letters or Facebook groups that try to urge me to rally against the Seal Hunt. Though it's a semi-tricky issue that's laden with misinformation and strategically placed pictures of brutality, I tend to come down on the side of pro seal hunt. I'm sorry that the fact that seals are cuter than rainforests or lightening bugs or gay rights brings more press and activists to this issue than is necessary. If you're looking to be another Paul McCartney and backpeddle your way out of something after you realize you've chosen a silly cause, by all means. Sign these things. But don't send 'em to me.

Love Virginia

PS: For more information on the Newfoundland Seal Hunt, go here.

I'm awake because I'm going back to work today, at the same daycare I worked at before I left for cruise ship paradise. Yeah.

So there's like, Ryan/Keltie drama. I thought for a long time about whether or not to mention it. I mean, like, it's weird that people know about this bit of their life. (I mean, assuming that it's even true.) Keltie does it to herself really, if she posts about it in her blog, such a public forum. But then I got to thinking, if I ever met them in the future, I'd have to be like, oh yeah, I blogged and actually claimed an interest in your very personal love life, isn't that creepy as fuck? But then I thought, not blogging about it or blogging about how I wasn't gonna blog about it would be very fake of me, since I am interested. So, yes, there, I've said it. I am interested in, like, when Ryan and the boys go shopping and buy carpets, so why on earth wouldn't I be interested in his love life?

When I'm speaking to my mother, when she asks me things, etc, I always have to answer her twice. Once, and then again afterwards to take the venom out of my voice. It's something I'm working on.

Holy crap I feel like shit. My throat feels like somebody took sandpaper to it and then drug it across pavement off the back of a motorcycle. Honestly, it hurts. Hurts to breath, to talk, and mostly, it hurts to cough, but of course I can't stop doing it and mostly I want to cry or die or... lie? Something else that rhymes, though. What's more is that I keep trying to whisper to people instead of talk when, really, whispering is just as bad if not worse.

What I mean to say is that I have a sore throat. I've just gone and said it in more words and more dramatically than most people might. Which is, well. You know. Me. IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! (As I know it, and I do not feel fine.)

And tomorrow I'm going to a circus. A controversial circus, apparently, but maybe not? I dunno, I think it will be interesting. See, I've never been to a circus (that I can remember). But all my sensibilities are telling me about animal rights, while all the rest of me is going, but! BUT CIRCUSES ARE FUN! Apparently this particular circus was even banned in Nova Scotia. The media is reporting that it's because of their cruel animal treatment (cages that are too small, mostly), but there are other sources reporting that that reason was a cover up for the fact that the circus and the province were fighting over money or zoning or something. So I don't know what to believe, except that I do know that no matter how huge the elephant's cage is, it's not gonna be big enough. No matter how well you claim to take care of your animals, if you're a circus carting large game in cages small enough to drive around between countries, you're not too concerned for the animals. But, well. I'm going. So how lame does that make me? What do you guys think about these issues?

I feel so antsy right now. Like, my skin itches and I kinda wanna scratch it right off. I'm exhausted and I feel sick, but I don't know why, and I can't sleep when I lay down. I need to do something, but there's nothing for me to do.

I want to be somewhere that's not here, because here is nothing, here is nowhere right now. Here is cold, limbo, failure, empty. I'm not even sad, though, I'm pretty happy, I'm kinda rearing to go do... something! Anything! I feel like I'd do something drastic or random, if only I could think of something.

Not to be... well, you know. Not to be disjointed or mercurial or purposefully typical or what have you, but I just wanna be not here. Anyone got any ideas how I could fix that?

So! I've been kind of productive. See, I didn't go to class. Minus points for me, yeah. And then, at around 9am, instead of doing my presentation, I drove to the city and had some me-time at the mall. Which was awesome. I got a smoothie, and bought a new jacket with a gift-certificate I had lying around from Christmas. And then I got my eyebrows waxed, because I love it, ahaha. Strange, I know, but it just makes me feel happier. And then I went to the bookstore and walked around for a longgggg time. I ended up buying Twilight because it was on sale, and SHUT UP I'M CURIOUS, OKAY? ROBERT PATTINSON'S HAIR HAS A HUGE INFLUENCE ON ME. I hear it's crap, but we shall see. It was $9, anyways.

And then, I came home... and finished the general part of my presentation. I at least know now a bit of what I'm going to say. I summarized the article, added some opinions and thoughts. Now I'm just gonna have to shape it into something that people will maybe wanna listen to, but I think I'll do that later. Break time.

I was on wikipedia, trying to find the actual full tracklisting for Physical Graffiti, and it turns out that not the entire world shortens the name, and if you search Wiki for "Zeppelin" it will tell you about giant led balloons.

These Supernatural promo icons are really, really pretty. Go check them out! ♥

And since I'm sure everyone could use some cheer on this Monday afternoon, THAT WAS JUST A COMPLIMENT ABOUT YOUR BEARD. BEING GOOD.

Happy Black Friday.

And to some of us, happy Buy Nothing Day. (I always figure it's probably the least I can do, considering my immense love of everything commerical involving the ensuing Christmas holiday.)

Off to work!