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So I stayed up all night to marathon the writing of my Fangirl Portrait of Katie Mitchell (I'm going to stop mentioning her all the damn time now, I promise. ... Unless I find a really adorable picture of Ben Whishaw), and I finished it at seven. It is almost ten full pages and eleven and a half with works cited, so all I need to do is go back and edit and we'll be right as rain.

Anyway. I was kind of lulling after I finished my paper, because ZZZZZ but then I checked my flist for something to do, and lo, there was wank. Christmas has come early.

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So since everyone in this program is being a dick today (myself included; having been awake for about twenty-seven hours my tolerance level for bullshit is non-existent), I have immersed myself in the wank that I linked earlier.

Oh my god. This is so much more epic than I could have ever hoped. It's like the Wank Fairy and Santa got together and said LET'S MAKE THIS HAPPEN. And it could not have happened at a better time.

Yes, I love to look at the misfortune of others that they brought on themselves, and this may come back to bite me in the ass some day, but at least I don't con people out of money.

I have about an hour and a half until my evaluation. I'm kind of nervous, despite the fact that Stephie called it painless.

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Damnit, why do I not have a JF account? ... Maybe someone will see this and point it out in my stead.

In this thread a song from a recpost of thanfiction's and long story short... this song that he calls "worst Gaelic with American accents" or whatever is by Gaelic Storm. Their lead singer was born and raised in Ireland (and once punched Russel Crowe!), and two of their four other members weren't born and raised in America either.

(Okay technically Peter is from Canada, but play money aside and French everywhere, IT'S PRACTICALLY THE SAME.)