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[erilyn]

Reading about awesome and exciting news from friends has totally made my evening. Also, I watched NSW beat Queensland at the rugby on Saturday night \o/

Otherwise, life continues on kind of shittily (but not bad enough for me to be able to make real complaints, this is just whining). Have had the worst insomnia of my life recently - not bad by the standards of many people I know, but made me feel like utter crap. Saturday was my best night's sleep in a fortnight - and then I was headachey and nauseated for most of Sunday, weird. Work continues to destroy my will to live, and eat up my weekends, and I'm totally going to fail my exam next week. I'm supposed to be on study leave from Wednesday, but I have no fucking idea how I'm supposed to get everything done tomorrow that needs to get done. Probably should have stayed at work later tonight, but by 7:30pm I'd had enough.

And last week's Glee simultaneously made me laugh and want to punch the writers in the face repeatedly. Even more than usual. White Collar was fucking amazing though ♥

OMG, Chris Colfer was a freaking guest of honour or something at Elton John's Oscar Party (last year it was Betty White). The kid has arrived! Look at him with Elton - forget Ryan Murphy being his fairy godfather, everyone knows Elton's the godfather of the gay mafia. And Ashley Fink (Lauren) was his date again :) (Fandoms colliding - JC was there too!)

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[shinetheway.livejournal.com]

Wow. Your life is my life, right now. [wry] Hugs, big hugs and Fred-Gerard kisses and other awesome things of that nature are my wish for you.

And just for you, this is the closest I could get to writing about Glee:

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"Hey babe," Gerard said, and even after all this time, after all these years, his heart thumped a bit.

"Hey, rock star," Lindsey said, a sleepy smile in her voice. "How was the show?"

"Fucking incredible," Gerard said, "but that's not--how was it? The thing?"

Lindsey giggled, and behind her, almost too faint to hear, he could hear the sound of Bandit's sleep-babbling. She's just got too many ideas to sleep, Lindsey always said fondly. She's like her daddy. Lindsey must have let her into the bed, and Gerard missed them so much it hurt, suddenly, a cramp in his gut that took his breath away.

Lindsey laughed quietly. "It was amazing," she said, softly, but amused. "They did this, I dunno, choir thing--that cheerleading coach was in it, you know, the evil one? It was pretty awesome."

"Fuck," Gerard said, and he could't stop grinning. "Oh man, we are so good."

"Oh my god. You aren't a rock star, you're a diva, Gee," Lindsey said, and yeah, she was mocking him, but he could tell that she didn't mean it, the peaceful huffed laugh and the tender way she leaned into the vowels, drowsy and sweet.

"Whatever," he said, putting all his sass into it, his crazy post-show high, and she giggled tiredly.

"Go youtube yourself, babe," she said, and made a kissing noise. Gerard kissed back, and it was a minute of listening to dead air before he could bring himself to put the phone in his pocket.

[erilyn.livejournal.com]

Fucking awesome, thank you! :D

Someday soon, when my exam is out of the way and I can break myself of the working on weekends habit, we'll have to get together and you can catch me up on the last few months of MCR that I've managed to blink and miss :)