Internets: Orly might be dating Jennifer Aniston!
Virginia: pics or it didn't happen.
Internets: http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/41499186.html

COOL. They're both the cat's meow.

Spotted on the Facebook event wall of my gig this Saturday:

Joey: i would for sure!! but i cant fuck!
Jamie: maybe you should have put a period or comma or something after cant joe...

I'm upstairs on my laptop, and mom is downstairs on her computer, and I just got a facebook message that says "hey go to sleep so the rabbit can come."

*headdesk*

Max: (about Joey having joined the army)

Turn into a robot,
you are just a drone,
Baby girl, baby girl,
get home.

Nobody wants to get away from here
back to DC you will... steer.

(you can find this fabulous freestyle on facebook, in a video.)

(PS: Jamie broke up with the Beatles.)

background information for this story: my brother, Jamie, has a new girlfriend. Her name is Gulshan. She's from England. My brother Max recently went to visit Jamie, and met her for the first time.

Jamie: hey Max, this is my new girlfriend, Gulshan.
Max: *blink* your name is... what?
Gulshan: It's Gulshan.
Max: Dolphin?
Jamie: yes, of course her name is Dolphin.
Gulshan: no, it's... I'm Gulshan, my name is Gulshan.
Max: ... right, well, since there's no way I'll be pronouncing that any time soon, I'm just gonna call you The Beatles.

... and he does. He calls her "the Beatles". I miss that little dumbass.

Happy turnaround day! It's Wednesday, and that means that after this day, we're going out of the week instead of in. You know, just in case some of you forgot how days of the week worked.

After work today, I am getting a manicure and a pedicure. Because I am just that much of a spoiled brat musician. Actually, I don't really want to go, but I got a manicure/pedicure as a gift from the parents at my place of employment, so butystherumgone and I figured we'd use them up. But my family is all, ooh, look at the big important rockstar, getting maicures and pedicures.

I think I'm gonna join/participate in ggficchallenge. I need to write something else for that fandom soon, because I miss it. Speaking of fic, I have like 5000+ words of Spencer-is-a-Slytherin AU. I just need to get off my ass and finish it. I'm also gonna need a beta. Any volunteers?

I finally heaved a giant sigh and bought Feist's The Reminder. I'd been avoiding it and rolling my eyes at all Leslie's awesome success, but I don't know why, because she's fabulous and deserves it, so I sucked it up, and now mostly those feelings are gone.

I gave my mother her birthday surprise... their Elton John tickets. And ever since then, she's been walking on air. Also, breaking into song. I swear to God, I was talking to her one day, and it was like:

Virginia: hey, mom, have you seen my book anywhere?
Mom: what did it look like?
Virginia: it had a car on the cover, and some old signs...
Mom: I know which one you mean, but I haven't found it, and I guess it's gonna be a long, long time, 'til touch down brings me round again to find, I'm not the man I think I am at home, OH NO NO NO.
Virginia: *blinks*

Thanks for the help with the My Chem stuff, everyone! It's awesome, which is something I'm sure you'll be hearing about from me in the future.

lara - workin hard for the monies says:
spencer smith is unattractive
Virginia. says:
thats okay that you think that
Virginia. says:
he's actually amazingly gorgeous
Virginia. says:
but you cant see it at first

Teeeeeeeeheeeeeee

Virginia: *calls her dad*
Dad: *has an entire hour-long coversation*
Virginia: Okay, well, bye! Talk to you soon, love ya.
Dad: Oh wait!
Virginia: yeah?
Dad: I'm getting married on the 26th! You have to come, your brother too!
Virginia: 0_o

Okay, to be fair, I knew he was getting married... but I thought it'd be in like, September at the earliest. Not NEXT WEEK. He then proceeded to tell me about the family wars he's now started, because he didn't invite his mother or sister or anyone besides Irene (the bride), Lynnsy (my new step sister), Alex and I. Good move, father.

Jamie: I want toast
Alan: okay, how many pieces of toast do you want?
Jamie: two, please.
Alan: How many, how many? *bounces* Huh? How many? One piece? Two piece, three piece. Four. FIVE PIECE, SIX PIECE, SEVEN MILLION PIECES, floor! Door! Sure! How many pieces do you want?
Jamie: ... I want two, stop rhyming and listen.

oh my family. EXAM IN AN HOUR, I'M DOOMED. :)

MY PANIC TICKETS JUST CAME IN THE MAIL!! The envelope was very non-distinct, so I was taken by complete surprise and experienced a sudden wave of squee-filled joy. I may have actually squealed out loud.

Virginia: *undignified screech*
Mom: What's that you got?
Virignia: *composes herself* Oh, nothing, just, um. Tickets.
Mom: *getting excited* To the Eagles?!
Virginia: Nope, uh, to Panic at the Disco?
Mom: Oh. *sounds disappointed*
Virginia: yeah.
Mom: Let me know when our Eagles tickets come.

Oh, mom, you know not of the Honda Civic Tour joy.

So, while our Eagles tickets are not yet in our possession, we have got our George Thorogood tickets, our Panic tickets and our Bob Dylan tickets.

Oh, also, re: Honda Civic Tour, I was really sad to not get a Meet and Greet. Ah well, such is life. Also, I'm gonna go stalk Dylan until I can meet and greet him.

Some of you might say, Virginia, you talk about your brothers too much. Well, tough. Because I love every single one of them.

Today, we were sitting at the table eating supper, and the following conversation occured:

Mom: so many people have asked me what it was like carrying twins because you two look so much alike.
Jamie: No way, mom.
Max: We look nothing alike,
Mom: no, you do! If you were standing together with your hair like it is now, wearing the same clothes...
Jamie:*completely serious* Mom, when the hell would we ever be wearing the same clothes?
Everyone: *stares for a moment before bursting into laughter*

Because they were wearing the same shirts. So I made them get up so that I could snap the following photo... ( the boys and a fun poll... )

On venting frustrations about my school work:

seedyapartment: urg, i wish my proposal made more sense
andi_horton: that's probably what ballack thought when you stared at him and said "you want me to wedding us?"
seedyapartment: I mean, it needs to be more concise
seedyapartment: LOLLLLLLLLL

So yesterday, I went to see the nutirtionist:

Nutritionist: So basically, you need to eat more.
Virginia: come again?
Nutritionist: yes. More bread and grains. More meat.
Virginia: how will this produce weightloss?
Nutritionist: just trust me... I know what I'm talking about.
Virginia: but I'm trying to diet here, not... eat more.
Nutritionist: no, really. It's what you have to do. Also, get up earlier and eat breakfast. And exercise. If you do those two things, then the eating more won't matter.
Virginia: but...
Nutritionist: SHHHH, LET GO OF YOUR PRECONCEIVED NOTIONS!!1!

Okay, lady. So I've cut out everything deepfried, obviously, but I'm also going to eat the amount of grain products that she tells me to and everything else, so we'll see. It'd better produce results! *shakes fist* I guess that's what I get from going to the nutritionist and not just a random weight-loss consultant. She's all obsessed with... nutrition and my health. How dare she?

I'm all into Two's Missing, which is a Who bootleg, now. Possibly later I will upload it, or at least, some of it.

Last night's Gossip Girl ( was... )

Pushing Daisies continues to rock hard. Tune in, tune in! You can see Benvolio! Also, there is a bit of singing. HA, SPOILED. (I kid.)

Scene: driving down the road in the car, and we see this guy jogging down the sidewalk wearing a visor and carrying a flat of eggs. :|
Mom: *snickers*
Ginny: what?
Mom: nothing. *snickers*
Ginny: WHAT??
Mom:... look, there's the eggman. See the walrus anywhere?

*HEADDESK*

WHY IS CLIVE OWEN FEELING UP A NUN?

Jeez, you people, I leave you alone for the length of time it takes to complete some crossroads prosperity hoodoo, and the whole internet breaks because Jensen put on a pink shirt, and NOBODY BOTHERED TO TELL ME. Man, he's lookin' good.

As for the crossroads thing, yeah. shirethief found this perfect dirt crossroads, so we did some internets research (in true innocent, clueless fashion) and erm... burried some stuff there. There may have been some symbols and things... it's just like a the first of a horror movie/SPN episode, when the clueless people do some seemingly innocent ritual and then laugh about it and then eventually die. I have to say, though, the creepiest part was the walking away without looking back (which the voodoo aparently called for). We had parked in such a way that we could bury it, do our thing, and then walk straight to the car and drive away. IT WAS SO HARD not to look back. And shirethief was taking pictures over her shoulder, and while we were driving we weren't looking the the rearview mirror... we got chills. Anyhow, I'm hoping for some good luck. So far, so great, and no pretty girls have stepped out of the shadows and asked me to sell my soul.

Yesterday's Conversations With My Mother (the paraphrased version):

Scene: camping. Brothers are giggling and won't go to sleep.
Mom: BE QUIET AND GO TO SLEEP.
Brothers: *continue being loud*
Mom: Seriously, go to sleep! You're being too loud, I can't read.
Brothers: *still being loud*
Alan: ... so I was thinking about this kitten...
Mom: HUSBAND, YOU ARE NO HELP AT ALL.
Alan: when I was young, he used to crawl on me.
Mom: *goes crazy with rage*
Brothers: *still carrying on*
Mom: GO TO SLEEP YOU... YOU... YOU MUDBLOODS!!
Little Brother 1: *GASPS*
Everyone: *is silent*
Alan:... I think all you really just did was call yourself a muggle.
Everyone: *cracks up*

ETA: If you haven't seen Tenacious D and Andy Serkis singing You're the One That I Want yet, I suggest you get going and watch it. Two of my favorite people... it just continues to make all my days.

Ginny: Paris Hilton is in jail now, eh?
Mom: Oh, who cares!? All the things going on in the world these days, global warming, war... and all the news talks about is poor old weepy Paris Hilton.
Alan: Hey, there's a trial today in Amherst for that guy who killed a guy over Nintendo games.
Mom: We're having a serious conversation here!
Alan: About Paris Hilton? And anyway, there is nothing more serious than murder.
Mom: Fine, alright. How did he kill him?
Alan: He stabbed him with a sword.
Mom: *snickers*
Alan: Heather, murder is serious!
Ginny: *cracks up*
Mom: I know, hehe, I know... he probably thought he was Zelda.
Alan: That's it, I'm not talking to you fools anymore...

My mom's Christmas shopping adventures

Mom: hi
Virginia: hi
Virginia: whats up?
Mom: i stood in line at EB games till it opened, and waited at the wii display for three hours at future shop for the truck to come and it never came
Virginia: thats annoying
Mom: its like i need turbo man
Virginia: hahaha yeah
Mom: i met new people in lines and stuff and they seem nice, but i bet they would kill me for a wii, I would kill them for one.