always been crazy

I think I may have hit my head on my shoe?

No, srsly, I was in the backseat & had my bag in the floorboard & my feet on top of it & I wasn't wearing my seatbelt b/c I had just gotten in the car & was putting on my shoes, and I think that's what caused this gigantic bruise on my head.

I missed my flight at the airport & they put me on a later one, but the original flight ended up going to Charlotte and then turning around b/c of thunderstorms. Then they ended up rushing to reboard them about 20 minutes after they deboarded and put the 5 of us who were supposed to be on the second flight to Charlotte on the same plane. And of course we had to run from one end of the terminal to the other to make our connecting flight.

But I am safely at wendy's house now, and I got hugs from her and phaballa and got to love on Max and Val a bit, and turned my phone on when I landed to find I already have a wealth of birthday wishes via txt/email/facebook. Now I have water and tylenol and am going to bed.

I was thinking earlier that I really need to learn how to Apparate, but I was also thinking that I kinda wished we could communicate with our minds, and idk if I was thinking of a mix of "psychically" and "telepathically", but I was thinking of texting eckerlilas that sometimes I wished we could all communicate psychopathically. Idek, I think maybe I was partly dreaming, even though I was trying my hardest to stay awake on the plane b/c of the head injury.

For those of you who didn't email, here was my day:

So, today has been a day from hell. Work was shit, and I'm hoping some time away will make me either realize that I do like my job and want to keep it, or that I need to find something else. Took the boys to drop them off at Pam's and while we were bringing their stuff in from the car, Pam accidentally locked us out of the apartment. Then my car wouldn't start. So Harley was going to drive me to the airport and we were in an accident. I'm not even sure what happened, but one minute I was putting my shoes on in the backseat and the next our car was under the ass end of a Suburban. Everyone is okay, Harley & Johnathan are a little cut up from the glass & bruised from the seatbelts and airbags. Illy's carseat & base didn't even move, and three different EMTs checked her out b/c me & Harley & Johnathan were freaking out about her. I have a huge bump on my head & knocked a tooth out & am so not okay emotionally right now, but I'll be alright. I did miss my flight - just barely b/c they were rain delayed and I got here as they were closing the door and leaving. So I was on a later flight & that story continues at the top of this post.

Oh, but on the flight from Charlotte to DFW, there was this little boy that sat beside me. He was adorable and like 7 or 8 and played pokemon cards and tic tac toe with me for part of the flight.

I am not here. I am also not watching JONAS. (wtf, self, really? also, Nick is totally my favorite. *hides*) I am diligently studying for my licensing exam thingy. So, even though this post is shh!sneaky!imaginary, go read these fic recs anyway.

Just Like That River I've Been Running by miss_begonia
Adam Lambert/Brendon Urie || NC-17 || ~17,000 words
Summary: Brendon realizes he tends to think of Adam in the language of music: as a bright melody underlied with thumping bass, pretty but insistent and impossible to ignore. He never thought about him in terms of labels or categories or boxes. He thought of him as that guy who sang Sam Cooke like he meant it, like Brendon’s always wanted to sing it but never felt he knew how. He thinks maybe Adam is the kind of guy who confuses people. And he doesn’t know what he thinks about that.

Okay, so it's no secret I'm easy for Brendon. But this was still amazing and well-written and dealt with The Divorce through Brendon's point of view, with the added bonus of Adam Lambert being awesome. Recced to me by phaballa.

Oh, now we've moved on to Madagascar. "We're on a mission without permission!" Dude, I missed iThink They Kissed last night! Stupid iCarly, lol. ANYWAY!

Weigh on My Mind by missellemorte
Bert/Quinn, Bert/Tim || NC-17 || ~83,000 words
Summary: Bert and Quinn had always had this thing. Blue and Yellow pretty much described it, but most people knew that the only ones who could ever really understand it, were bertandquinn.

Okay, so I'm also really easy for anything and everything related to The Used lately as well, but I still loved this. This is so how I often imagine BertandQuinn in my head, so I was laughing and awwwing through most of it, and it was simply a delightful read. Recced to me by valerie_z.

NINJA by skoosiepants
PG-13 || ~32,000 words || Kevin Jonas/Mike Carden (also: Kevin/Zac Efron, Brendon/Spencer, Bill/Miranda, Pete/Ashlee, Pete/Patrick)
Summary: There are grooves in Kevin’s fingers from where he’s gripping his bass, soft, but calloused underbellies digging into the strings. It’s enough pain to ground him; he releases the strings backwards, the positioning a direct reverse of the beginning of In Front And Heavy. This is it. There’s no going back, even if one of the kids singing along in twenty minutes recognizes the curve of Miranda’s mouth, the timbre of Brendon’s voice, the strawberry blonde curl of Patrick’s hair under his knit cap; Bill’s splayed, spidery legs, Kevin’s wrists, fingers – the white band of skin that isn’t hidden by a thin band of silver.

*We are your losers, your loud weirdoes, your science stars, your shy, retiring band geeks*, Kevin thinks, and sets off for the stage.

I am ridiculously in love with the Kevin/Mike fic that skoosie creates, even though it makes no sense. I don't like the JoBros, and I most definitely think Mike Carden is super super creepy (sorry, trackscovered but Mike Carden will always freak me out). But I still loved this fic.

And what I'm reading today! Uh, I mean, what I plan on reading when I get done studying! I'm in no way cheating and reading it right now instead!

Fairy Tale by phaballa
Kris Allen/Adam Lambert || CRACKFIC || Adult
Excerpt: Kris, it turns out, is kind of a slut. Not in practice, because the whole accidental not-sponge-worthy gay sex really was the first and only time Kris cheated, but in spirit, Kris is a total tramp. Most people would call him a flirt and say he doesn't mean any of it, he's just teasing, but Kris knows that in his heart where he can't ever lie because that's where Jesus lives--he means every word, and if he hadn't promised Katy to be faithful in front of his parents and God and everyone, it's seriously likely that he would be a lot sluttier in practice. Because Jesus maybe lives in his heart, and that helps with resisting the impulses to get jiggy with it, but Kris is pretty sure that Lucifer or, at the very least, one of his higher-up lieutenants, has taken up residence in his dick. Jesus is a busy dude, he can't always be hanging out in Kris's heart, helping him fight temptation, but Satan has like a gillion minions and can totally afford to dedicate one solely to Kris's dick, especially when Kris is in this vulnerable position of constant blue balls. It's not Kris's fault he's a harlot. The devil made him do it. QED.

Okay, so I'm biased b/c I love phaballa, but that doesn't mean this isn't awesome. I mean, c'mon. Mpreg crackfic, it doesn't get much better than that. Also, I have always enjoyed the STYLE of phaballa's writing. I may have literally made a ridiculous squealing noise when she first posted this, and then I lost the tab when my firefox restarted so I'm super glad she reminded me of it today.

I spent the weekend with four of my favoritest girls (anasuede, wendy, notthequiettype, and phaballa) and I miss them already. But I had the most awesome time. There are pics on wendy's and de's ljs. We're utterly adorable.

Apparently I've missed something on LJ that I'm not sure I want to know about.

I'm gonna try to get a little caught up on my flist. Wish me luck!

Boo, babies. Hope yall are doing well!

My weekend was cram-packed full of stuff, but we had a GREAT time. I have pics that I want to post, but I'm too lazy to go downstairs so I'll do it tomorrow. Also? Ronnie had his first tball game today, and he was the first one at bat, and therefore the first one to cross home plate. Of course, in tball they don't count strikes or outs or runs, but still. I was quite proud.

My work schedule this week is gonna be crazy. Seriously, I think I'm working different hours everyday, and I actually have one of those jobs that's supposed to be 8 to 4:30 Monday through Friday. Oh well.

I did decide what to write for Sam's birthday (which is May 2nd, and wendy has put out a call for fic, in case you weren't aware). Now, if I could find time to sit at the computer and type. I need a laptop so I can sit out in the front yard with it. Harley spent the weekend reading H/D fic online. And the Naked Quidditch Match fic, b/c it's one of my favorites.

I, on the other hand, was reading something else entirely. Saturday night I was drinking & was chatting (if you can call it that -- I was just kinda observing and dropping in a random, completely nonsensical comment every now and then) with some of my favoritest peoples and talking to Z on the phone for a really long time and reading popslash. I blame phaballa, obviously, b/c she's way evil and it's her recs that I was reading, and I kinda love them and I think I'm hooked. I spent all evening yesterday reading popslash, and when I finished betaing tonight, my first thought was that phaballa has plenty more recs for me to work my way through. Even though there's soooo much more else that I could be or should be doing.

Between jumping on the trampoline with the kids Saturday and walking the trails (and off the trails) at Roaring Run yesterday (my baby brother was there, and he and I were reliving our childhood, I think, and trying to teach my kids bad things and scare my mom by climbing on the sides of the waterfalls and rocks, and crossing the creek on trees instead of the bridges), my whole body just kinda aches and it's not fun, so I'm gonna lay here in the floor in front of the computer and read more popslash find some thing to read. I'm kinda in the mood for some H/D, or quite possibly some Monaboyd. Hmmm...