Okay, with a title like that, you know what this post will be about. Let me just warn you that there is serious, shrieky, obsessive fangirling right now, and if you don't want to hear that, I won't blame you for leaving now.

Alrighty then, on with the show.

HAY THAR GAIS, I HAVE SEEN THE BEN 10: ALIEN SWARM MOVIE AT LEAST THREE TIMES NOW, SO I THINK IT'S TIME TO TALK ABOUT IT! YAY!!

First of all, Nathan Keyes, who plays Kevin, is so hot that he makes my brain hurt. Even my highly discerning sister thinks he is totally hot. Ben, meh, not so much. I didn't even bother to find out the actor's name. But back to Kevin. Oh god, he was so freaking... you don't want to hear this; you've heard it in just about every other post, so you can probably quote word-for-word what I'm going to say. BUT SERIOUSLY. If I had been lucky enough to be at the premiere, I would be that one crazy fan who kicks, punches, and elbows herself to the front of the crowd to scream obscene promises of serious snogging in the back of her mother's borrowed sedan. And only at Nathan Keyes, mind you, 'cause what's-his-name who plays Ben is kind of icky.

But you know the best part, dear reader(s)? THE HAT. THE HAT HE WORE WHEN HE AND BITCHFACE WERE OUT INVESTIGATING SHIP-IT. THE. FREAKING. HAT. Oh sweet beer-chugging Jesus on a stick, you guys, it was SEXY. It sent CHILLS up my SPINE. I couldn't even squeal or seizure, like I had been doing previously. I JUST SAT THERE AND GAWKED. 'CAUSE IT WAS SO HOT.

In my humble yet extremely valid opinion, Kevin wearing a hat may possibly be second only to the sun in hotness (at least, in our galaxy).

Oh, I want to run my fingers through his haiiiirrrr... wait, I can't do that if he's wearing a hat, can I?

Okay, okay, I've done enough fangirling about Kevin. Now it's time for some SERIOUS ANGRY FAN RAGE! And this time for valid, mostly realistic reasons.

First of all: ELENA. What is with her? Yeah, yeah, new characters are hard to introduce successfully, I know, but still. She just pisses me off. All Mary-Sueish, with her 'oh help me Ben, I was your first crush and I'm all badass now with my smexhay motorcycle and anger issues! *faints into Ben's arms*'

Ben: *drooling*

Gwen, Kevin, and everyone else watching the movie: *facepalm*

God, I hate her already. I hope she's just a movie-only, non-canon character. If not, I will personally find out where Man of Action works and go forth and kick ass!

Second: Okay, if Elena (who shall be henceforth nicknamed 'the movieverse slut') is now the new love interest (dammit, she'd better not! I can't stand several seasons more of her!), what's Julie, then? I thought Julie was cool! I was kind of weirded out when she went missing through, like, the first half of the third season, but now they're just dropping her from the series like that?

THIS INJUSTICE MUST BE AVENGED... KILL-BILL STYLE.

Third: What's up with the actress who plays Gwen's name? GALADRIEL? Seriously? Are you kidding me?

A note to all future parents: please don't give your children stupid names. In fact, all parents need to heed this warning.

Enough of this. I'm stopping myself, because you've probably had enough of my ranting.

I saw two awesome movies: Moulin Rouge and The Fantastic Mr. Fox. Both were fabulous, and I suggest you see them if you haven't already. I've been singing 'The Show Must Go On' all day.

And that's all for now! Hopefully, this rant wasn't too awfully fantarded. But now I must leave you.

MY GOD, PEOPLE, I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IN WEEKS! DAYS! MAYBE EVEN A MONTH! I FEEL SUCH GUILT SURGING ANGRILY THROUGH MY VITAL BLOODWAYS!

Well, today is the day that I post. I have decided. I feel slightly better about myself.

Hay gais, it's almost Thanksgiving! AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS... two more days (not counting today) until Thanksgiving break! And then, on the first day of Thanksgiving break... IT'S KEVIN TIME! Oh yes, I have been suffering through weeks of insufficient teaser trailers--which barely feature Kevin, I might add--for the new Ben 10: Alien Force movie. I feel like such a nerd right now, but I don't care, because I have decided that the actor who plays Kevin is totally hot and I must see that movie NO MATTER WHAT THE COST.

And note that I am only in it for the Kevin, and not anything else. So, expect me to report on Wednesday that every time Kevin appeared on screen, I went into paroxysms of fangirling. Screaming, even.

In other news, I am writing up my Christmas list, or, as I like to call it... What Beansie's Greedy Petrified Little Teenaged Heart Thinks It Wants. I have a whole crapload of stuff on it, though it's mostly books and music. Did I tell you that I have recently rekindled my love for comic books, and am now asking for Hellboy, The Umbrella Academy, and Runaways stuff? And, surprisingly, a lot of music. I asked for more music than books this year.

Oh yeah, and I asked for a fedora.

If I get one, I will wear it every day to school.

Seriously.

And that is all for now. I grow weary of being on elljay... I will go haunt UToob and see if I can watch some lovely Left 4 Dead videos or something.

Buh-bye.

Title = lyrics from the Gorillaz's "Clint Eastwood".

Ever since I watched Sweeney Todd last night, I've had "Johanna" stuck in my head. Just that image of Anthony, after getting the living crap beaten out of him by Turpin and the other dude, all bloodied up and shaking, singing about Johanna. It kills me every time. I need something like that in a story, I swear...

Oh yeah, speaking of stories, I'm going to write tonight, so wish me luck!
 

Okay, the title is from a Cobra Starship song.

Today, guyses, I'm going to talk about some music, among any other things I can think of.

I have started listening to... different fare than I usually like. And by this, I mean I have been listening to emo pop. And I'm not sure if I should be laughing or singing along. I mean, I like Fall Out Boy, but they're all catchy and stuff. But these bands... oh god, it's so funny... they're all led by waifish emo kids trying to be deep but ending up sounding rambly and pretentious. It's so hiliarious. But the problem is that it's catchy.

Right now, I'm listening to PlayRadioPlay!'s first album. It's funny; I didn't think Texans were capable of writing anything other than country songs.

But seriously, guys, it's so funny. So hilarious how easily someone could write something and slap a label on it: "deep". Naw, you can't do that. You don't have to be rambly and pretentious to be deep, guys! Regina Spektor--look at her! She writes about everyday things, and extraordinary things, and everything, but she isn't rambly and pretentious, because she isn't TRYING to be rambly and pretentious. She's just being herself.

And that is why she's awesome. On to the next thing I just thought of... Cobra Starship. This band mystifies me. They're vulgar, they're pretentious, they're emo, they're insulting, and they're SO DAMN CATCHY. Like 3OH!3 and South Park... I know, as a reasonable person, that I shouldn't like these things, but I do anyway.

Okay, now I'm listening to Gorillaz. They're totally awesome, too, but not in the vulgar, insulting way that 3OH!3 is. Well, if you don't know, Gorillaz are something of a rap group.

Hey, calm down, calm down, I'm not going all ghetto on you, dear reader(s), okay? I only like the good stuff. Like M.I.A., who is a Sri Lankan FEMALE rapper whose stuff is a mix of Bollywood, electronica, and rap. Or Gorillaz, who are animated and mix in rock and dance and britpop.
I don't know why I like 3OH!3.

Let's see, anything else about music I want to talk about?

Yeah, okay, I just remembered something. You know Regina Spektor's song, 'Carbon Monoxide'? I think I just figured out what it's about. It's about drugs. Yeah, seriously. Just listen to the lyrics a few times, and it'll just come to you.
Well, I think so, anyway. I don't know if it'll come to you like it did with me, but still. IT'S ABOUT DRUGS, GUYS! SHE'S SINGING ABOUT DRUGS!!

Ahem.

Anything else?

Well, Doomsday Boys and Girls now has a potential sequel idea (I know how terrible I am. A sequel before I've even written it! SHAME ON ME!). I can't say anything right now, but the title is (for now, anyway) 'Kiss Me, I'm Contagious'. I hope that isn't already the name of a band or something...

And, to Kat: if you're still doing that writing competition, I'm in. I'm totally in.

Alrighty then, that's all I have to say for now.
 

No, sorry, I'm not, but I certainly do feel that way.

In my sick, twisted little mind, my life is sad and depressing and not worth living through... maybe it's because it's a Monday, or maybe because I'VE BEEN PMS-ING FOR LIKE THREE WEEKS STRAIGHT AND I STILL HAVEN'T STARTED MY FREAKING MONTHLIES (I shall not use the more common term, out of respect to any squeamish wimpy men who will still squirm since I'm talking about this).

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

(okay, so I suck at self-restraint right now)

uck

I swear to god, If I don't start soon, I will go out on the day after Halloween and kill everybody within a thirty-mile radius.

Sorry about my bitching, everyone, and I'll try not to bitch so much during my next post.

Title = line from Panic! At the Disco's "Time To Dance".

Hay gais, just trying to get in a quick post before school because I'm too lazy to do things I should really be doing. Like WRITING... and, uh, making my lunch. Maybe I'll buy lunch today.

Anyways, I have (finally) decided that Firefly is totally awesome, and I have started watching it with my sister, 'cause she bought the whole series. That show is so awesome! I want to write some hard sci-fi now... but I can't, as I have Doomsday Boys and Girls, which is disturbing me but becoming seriously major. It's now like some sick, twisted combination of Fringe, Maximum Ride, Heroes (the good first season), Gattaca, James Bond, Resident Evil, and that one Speed Grapher anime that I've been planning to watch for about a year now.

Seriously, it's disturbing.

But now I'm working on something far more lighthearted... Suicide Kings! Although it has a weird title that has nothing to do with the plot, and deals with many horrible things, and has sequels that deal with even more horrible things, it's still more lighthearted than DBG. And that's saying a lot.

Lyrics from Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah".

AHHHHHHHHHHHH DRAT AND DARN AND DAMN, DEAR READER(S)!!

The piping in our house is messed up. Whenever we flush the toilet, our bathtubs fill with water and won't drain. Our sinks won't drain. Our sink is filled with dirty dishes. We can't wash our hands. We can't take showers.

And worst of all:

WE CAN'T USE THE TOILET. 

The plumber was supposed to be here an hour and a half ago. Well, it's almost three, and HE'S STILL NOT HERE!

I don't care if it's a school day tomorrow, dear reader(s). I think my whole family is going to kill themselves, and if we don't do that, we'll burst and leave icky stains on the walls.

Goddammit.

Is is just me, or would Fall Out Boy's songs make for a really, really good musical or what?

...It's probably just me.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGOJIRARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!

Okay, guys, I am really pissed right now. Do you know why? Well, it's because I woke up this morning and found out I'm married.

NAW, I'M JUST KIDDING, OF COURSE, OF COURSE... but still, I'm really pissed.

It's because I've been faving the links to pictures I find on deviantart on my 'favorites' list on my dad's laptop, so I can just find 'em and save 'em when I have my own compuer, yeah? And I've been searching for some, because I want to look at them, because I like them, yeah? BUT I CAN'T FIND THEM. I DON'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY WERE CALLED OR WHO DID THEM, SO I CAN'T LOOK THEM UP. NOW I HAVE TO LOOK THROUGH MY WHOLE LIST OF FAVED LINKS TO FIND THOSE FREAKIN' PICTURES.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGOJIRARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH.
 

Hey guys, I know I promised I'd write more about my life, but I decided to write about something completely different today, just because I need to.

Well, I pride myself on planning out my stories before I write them, so I will know what I want to write about when I'm actually writing them down, and lately I have been focusing on my epical novel (and possibly series) Doomsday Boys and Girls. You know, the amazingly awesome story set twenty to thirty years in the future and concerning all sorts of amazing crap? That one?

Anyways, I've planned it out pretty far, and I have enough material for... maybe two books, and ideas that could provide enough material for at least one or two more. Well, the strange thing is that it's starting to disturb me. The material, that is. I've been stretching the material until I actually feel affected by it, and it's starting to work.
Seriously, the disturbing parts, I have upped the disturbing by at least sixty percent, just to make it disturb me. And I am disturbed by very little. Put me in front of the most psychologically scarring horror movie you have seen, and I won't even be bothered. (That is not to say that I can't get scared. I can get scared, but I'll recover quickly.)
But this, this is getting really freaky. A recent plot development (I CAN'T TELL YOU, 'CAUSE THAT'D BE MAJOR SPOILERS, AND SPOILERS ARE BAD) made me start shaking, literally shaking, my hands were shaking so bad that I couldn't write. (This was not at school, actually, 'cause I had the day off due to parent-teacher conferences. WOOT!)

This does not mean that I'll stop working on this story, though. It may mess me up and stuff, but I need to get it all planned out and then get it out.

And, about the title: I think that unresolved sexual tension is what keeps me reading books like City of Bones, the Maximum Ride series, and other random crap that I would not read under any other circumstances.

Another thing: if you haven't already, go read Scott Westerfeld's new novel, Leviathan. It's totally freakin' badass.