so yes, I am in a communal computer lab, I am also, shamelessly reading this primer on popslash.

Yesterday I downloaded and watched BT's video for Somnambulist.

I have also braved my friendpages, both popslash and HP, both of which prominently feature pictures of sparkly and not so sparkly but still slashy boys. The other day was Tom Felton's birthday apparently, to which I was treated fish. ahahahahahahahaha look at that link, you see that? it says, "style=mine" TAKE THAT S2 MOTHERFUCKERS.

So yes, guys, I have embraced the shame, and will probably be evermore known as "that girl who looks at duMB pictures online and likes those NSYNC guys."

On a different note, I am still in London. According to the ho's I've got 83 days left. And though I am having a marginally better time, I still think I'd probably be happier if I were home.

Also, I went out clubbing here, and YUK. I fucking got licked, yes licked the moment I got on the dance floor. Is it so impossible to want to go dancing without being mauled? That was just. bad. or, alternatively, just plain gross. So clubbing= notagoodtime and me=notathome and boys= notaclue. And that? = notahint to pipe to get his ass out of bed and email me because damnit, slacker or no, I want email.