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Okay, I really wasn't going to post these because they're not very flattering, but what the hell. There is one more, but it's never going to see the light of day. XD
( Click! )
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[04 Nov 2009|11:13pm] |
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I have never wanted to fuck Jon Stewart as badly as I do right now. And that's saying a lot.
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Most of you have probably seen this already on ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) rahmbamarama, but I felt the need to re-post it here, just for anyone who hasn't seen it yet, and because I found it extremely cathartic.
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Really? Really? That's how this is going to be? I just... I. There are no... Fuck.
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Philly people on my flist- What's the state of your state?
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[02 Nov 2009|02:58am] |
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
*deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breath*
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA
HHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
*pant pant pant*
OMFG YOU GUYS!
*spaz*
I kissed Stephen motherfucking Colbert!
*ten more minutes of screaming*
Okay so, we got to the cocktail thingie, and it was all mingling and shit, and we tried to be nice but we realized finally that if we wanted to actually meet him we were gonna have to elbow our way up, so ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) anais_rhys, who is quite possibly the only reason I am still even remotely sane right now, helped me work my way through the crowd, only it turned into, as she put it, a bad sketch show, where EVERY TIME we got up close, he would turn around and walk the other way. There was one point where he literally shook hands with the people immediately on either side of me, then did an about-face. So then he went into the corner into an alcove to grab a drink and a bite to eat, and there were all these staff people waiting to get a picture with him, and we just hung around there. (Oh, my camera totally died, but we met this really nice couple who took some pictures for us, didn't get the kiss unfortunately, but they're gonna email them to us later.) The pictures finish and he turns around and I'm like, okay, this is now or never, so I walk up with this horrifying manic grin plastered on my face and he makes eye contact and says hi and me being me I just start babbling like an idiot, like I do. I vaguely remember vehemently insisting that I was his biggest fan in the whole wide world (yes, thank you, I do feel really dumb about that), and I think that was one of the things we got a picture of because I look like a victim of the Joker toxin with my fucking crazy-ass wide-eyed smile and he's making the same face like he's either mocking me or fearing for his life. I think that was when he put both hands on my shoulders (probably more to either try and calm me down or to keep me at bay than to be friendly, but whatever, I'll take what I can get) and said it was very lovely to meet me. Which was when I had to throw it all in and I, again babbling, said I had a request and I was really sorry if it was totally inappropriate and feel free to say no but could I maybe give him a kiss on the cheek. Without batting an eyelash the man says, "Okay sure," and leans down.
*20 more minutes of spastic screaming*
Okay, I'm a bad person, I admit it. I took shameful advantage and reached up and put my hand on his left cheek and kissed the right. Honestly, I have no memory of what happened after that, if I said thank you or he said goodbye or what, you'll have to ask Monica and see if she remembers, because it was all fucking white noise after that. I have no idea how, but I managed to hold it all in until really about half an hour ago, when I was turning my car onto my street and I just started screaming. I don't care. That was the highlight of my last 26 years of life, and I don't care if that's sad.
Did I mention that he didn't have gel in his hair? It looked really soft. And I kissed him on the cheek.
I'm going to go....go. Eep. Wow.
*dazed*
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| Report ReporT v2.0! AKA, the shorter and not as good one! -_-; |
[29 Oct 2009|12:03am] |
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Okay, I won't go into details here, but I got woken up at 8 this morning by the person I was supposed to go with canceling on me, and I refuse to go into the city by myself, so I panicked and started contacting everyone I could trying desperately to find someone to go with. The unsung hero of this story is my friend Steve, who although we only hung out outside of work a grand total of 3 times, and I'd only seen him once since I moved back to the US, called out of work to come with me. He is amazing, and I love him. Anyway, now on to the report.
We were first in line, getting there around 3:10. We waited. And waited. And waited. One of the interns was new, it was her first day. It was her, a dude, and this cute little blonde girl who looked a little like Amy Smart, not an intern but a free-lancer from what she said. I chatted with her a lot, she was awesome, and said that I have beautiful eyes. Despite my awesome place in line I ended up in the third row back, next to the center aisle on the right side. Stand-by people got front row seats. Seriously, WTF? Though on the plus side this did mean that I got to chat with the ladies and this other dude who I swear was gay even though he was wearing a wedding ring and I heard him mention his wife. But yeah. Waiting waiting waiting. They were having some technical difficulties and we didn't even get into the studio until about seven. Pete came on and did his thing, though he was a lot funnier tonight than he was the last time I was there. Still douchebaggy, but he actually made me laugh. Knowing now that he's into audience participation stuff, me being the attention whore that I am made something of a spectacle of myself when he said something about it being gay night, since I was wearing my LGBTerrific! shirt. Whatever, all that stuff is boring. The one good thing about where I was sitting, though, was that when Stephen was ready to come out, I could look back over the railing and catch a sneak peek of him psyching himself up for the show, shaking hands with all the crew members and interns (what an awesome fucking job), and finally dashing out to take his laps and leap about the set like he does. Adorable. Then he came up and asked if anyone had any questions to humanize him before they got started, and of course my hand was up before he even finished saying it. He looked right at me and said-
"I saw you first."
And my heart went all a-flutter.
Not- "Over here," or, "Okay, you," or, "Yes?" or, "You first." No.
I. saw. you. first.
Miracle of miracles, though, I neither stuttered nor made a complete idiot out of myself. Instead, I just asked him a question.
And then tried way too hard to use it to forge a connection that really wasn't there, but whatever. So I'm a sad pathetic fangirl, I know this about me and I'm surprisingly okay with it.
My question was really lame though. I'd considered a few and had thrown them out for various reasons, and in my fluttery state fell back on an old stand-by. "If you were a jellybean, what flavor would you be and why." His answer was nearly verbatim the same as the one I always give, which of course I felt the need to tell him excitedly. *headdesk* I'll relate it to you the best that I can. Sadly, we all know my short-term memory is terrible even under normal circumstances, let alone when I'm all a-buzz with this kind of excessive excitement, so the evening is very much a blur. He said, "Buttered popcorn. Because so few people can stomach it. Not because it doesn't taste like buttered popcorn- but because it does. Only without the right texture. I'm really... I'm a chore to stomach." I wanted to say Bitchplz! and tell him that the only thing that's hard to stomach is the three days we have to spend without him, but I was too busy squealing with internal glee that I found something tenuous in common and also that buttered popcorn is my favorite jellybean, and all the requisite jokes about eating that could be made going through my mind, and in the mean time he moved on. XD I can't remember all the questions, there were none that particularly stood out, but I'll relate what I can remember.
Someone asked if he'd seen whatever that Michael Jackson tribute movie is, and he said no, then she asked him if he could moonwalk. He said of course, and attempted to do so, and got stuck on a strip of tape on the floor. Then said as much, moved and tried to do it again, and didn't quite accomplish it and conceded that he really couldn't.
Someone asked which guest he'd most like to have, and they were obviously not a real Colbert fan because we all know the answer to that one don't we ladies and gentlemen? "J.D. Salinger. I'd call him a phony."
When asked what he was going to be for Halloween, first he said, "A loving father," and melted my ovaries. Then he said he dresses up like a vampire every year. He was a vampire before vampires were cool. Everyone else was like, "Werewolves!" and he was like, "Vampires!"
Someone mentioned that they'd been at a thingie (writing class, I can't remember) with Lauren Someone (again, terrible memory) from The Daily Show, and she asked why Stephen was so good at keeping a straight face and Lauren said, "Because he has no soul." He got adorably mock evil and said something like, "I'll tell you what Lauren (Someone) doesn't have."
He was asked if he'd shave his head again if he went to the war zone again, and he said he would, but that he probably wouldn't be going again. Definitely not Iraq, maybe Afghanistan. Then he asked the stage manager if he'd want to go and he said sure, and Stephen said, "No you don't."
Another person asked if he'd be doing another Christmas special (which had been a contender for one of my questions actually), and he said they would be, they'd be remaking last year's special, redoing it shot for shot, using all the same camera angles and editing it together the same way so it would look exactly the same, but it would still be a different show and we should watch it.
That was all I can remember. XP
The makeup girls came out and touched him up, and he teased them same as I wrote about last time, hamming it up for the audience. I feel like he was extra cheerful today, really beaming and smiling, I couldn't look away, not that I ever would have wanted to.
He made a tiny mistake in one of the first segments, so he had to go back and reshoot like 5 seconds of something, and it was something that we remembered we'd laughed and applauded at originally, so when he redid it we (the audience of course) all burst into wild applause and laughter, and when he was done he looked at us all surprised and happy and said, "...Wow, you are the greatest audience ever! Are you all professional actors or something? *conspiratory grin* Is this a casting call? Where's the camera?" SO CUTE. He said something again at the end of the taping, about what an unbelievably great audience we were. I fluttered. A lot.
It was really weird not to see Allison there. I overheard the interns/wranglers (they stand in the middle and add to the laugh track) talking about who I thought was her, missing someone female who interacted really well with Stephen, so I leaned over the rail and asked, "Who, Allison?" and I don't think they had been talking about her but the cool girl said, "Oh we all really miss Allison." Gay?Dude asked if I knew her and I was like, "OMG no, not as a person, but from the show. She was amazing. I actually welled up when he did the tribute to her on her last show." Cool girl immediately commiserated with me and held her hands up to her heart, it was sweet. Allison is well loved, and incredibly missed.
Ooh, I almost forgot about the WRISTSTRONGS! He flung a bunch out at the audience (one came RIGHT NEAR ME but the guy in front of me got it. :P), only two of them in a row snapped and fell on the desk, and he also just failed completely a few other times, it was hilarious. <3
Our guest was really fun, even though I had no idea who he was, and he made Stephen crack up a lot, which is always amazing. Then right before he did the night's send off, he told us to watch on the monitors so we could see the AMAZING special effects. I was like, "Not on your life, pal." But once he-
( Cut for spoilers, in case you haven't seen it yet. )
Finally, though, he had to say goodbye and left back down the aisle. Not reaching out to touch him was the most difficult thing I have ever done in my entire life.
So yeah. That was my second taping, AKA the taping that very nearly wasn't. Oh, there was no pen chewing tonight, which was a little sad, but the pen that he had did light up when he clicked it. His smile, I maintain, is dangerous, with how it cuts right to the heart of you. My love for this man knows no bounds.
Also, on a totally random note, I had the craziest out of the blue fantasy smack me fully formed in the face while I was in the waiting room. Totally G-rated, but just...really weird. I've been under an extreme amount of stress lately and my depression's been getting more and more severe and blah blah blah thanatos and the unconscious desire for death, but I think that had the biggest impact on why this particular JD-style fantasy popped into my head. I've been debating whether or not to post it here, but I've never been one not to divulge every detail whether you want it or not, so I'm just gonna slap it up under a cut, read it or not, at your discretion.
( I really do wonder about me sometimes. )
Anyway, I am exhausted, sore, and on the verge of collapse. And I have a show to do tomorrow even though I destroyed my voice screaming my lungs out for Stephen tonight. So I'm gonna go hop in the shower, maybe read just a bit, and go to bed. See all you lovely people in the morning.
<3
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I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO ASK STEPHEN TOMORROW! *fret fret fret* I mean, chances are I'm not gonna get picked to ask a question, but I can't go and not raise my hand, that would be MADNESS! And in the off-chance that I do get picked, I have to have something prepared because I am not about to stutter nonsense again, no siree! So I'm leaving here tomorrow at 11:30 in the morning to head up to Cranford to catch a train, but anyone who reads this before then, feel free to leave any suggestions. And look forward to my Report ReporT v2.0 in the evening, whee~! *dances then goes back to fretting*
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I finally got to carve a pumpkin! Somehow, despite the fact that Halloween is my very favorite holiday, I have not done this in so long I honestly think the last time I did my age was still in single digits. It was so much fun. :3 Here, have a look!
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| Decisions. |
[26 Oct 2009|09:40pm] |
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Okay, so, I got my hair dyed yesterday. Not a fan of how it turned out. I think if I could redden up the bit that's supposed to be red and is really just kind of a weird light brown, then I would dislike it less. The only problem is that now the dude who did it absolutely has no time to redo it when he was supposed to. SO I'm left with three choices. First being to just do it my damn self. I've been dying my own hair since I was twelve, not like I have no experience. But Joey it seems went on at length about with how processed my hair's been over the last year the slightest little imbalance could make it melt off my head, so now I'm paranoid that if I do it my hair will all fall out in clumps and I'll be bald in patches and have to shave it all off. If I either ditch class on Friday or dash back up to Cranford immediately after, he might have time to do it Friday, but that's another $20 in gas and 4-5 hours of time wasted, neither of which I have right now. Or I can just live with it, because it's not bad, and trying to doll myself up with pretty hair colors and other surface modifications is ju[/markup error- the next few lines of this post are edited for length and whiny bullshit you've all heard before]. So, any suggestions on how I should handle this new hurdle?
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| Meme time |
[26 Oct 2009|03:42am] |
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I haven't updated in forever, I know, but I've been busy. I bought a dress. A dress. And high heels. Just for a frame of reference, the last time I wore a dress was at my sister's wedding, and then only because I was a bride's maid. That was.... *fails at mental math* Five years ago, just over? It's really, really sad the lengths I'm going to and the fucking money I'm spending to look my best (which is still about 40-70% below most people's best) for 20 damn seconds of meeting Stephen Colbert. But whatever, we all have things that make us insane, and this is mine.
Diedrich Bader as Batman = EPIC FAIL. I do have to say though that NPH as the Music Meister ROCKED my FREAKIN' SOCKS, and if he would serenade me to sleep every night, I would be a happy, happy woman.
I pwned my Abnormal Psych midterm, because I am awesome. My professor is very impressed with me, and said he'd be more than happy to write me a letter of recommendation. I'll find out tomorrow how I did on my second adolescent psych test. I'm sure it was fine. I just can't pay too much attention in that class because it's just dreadfully boring.
Zombies are always a good plan.
But anyway, on to the meme! I got this one from anais_rhys, where I have to list ten things I like that begin with "E". Leave a comment if you want and I'll give you a letter. So, here we go!
1. Eggs. I could eat them every day. Hard boiled, fried, poached, you name it. Delicious.
2. Eyes. One of the first things I always notice about a person. Anyone with green eyes, especially, just melts my heart. If Stephen had green eyes, he'd probably also have a restraining order against me.
3. Elevators, because I am lazy.
4. Elizabethan-style fencing. I'm learning a new German technique now that I'm adoring, because it's forcing me to be more aggressive, which I really needed.
5. Electricity. The power around here sucks and has gone out three times since I've been back, once for a good six hours and once for ten. I was not a happy fox.
6. Eating. This should really be number one. It's kind of a miracle I'm not one of those 700+ pound house-bound people. I really. Fucking. LOVE. To eat. Gah.
7. Equality. Right now, specifically, marriage equality. The vote in New Jersey could be in as few as three weeks! *giddy with anticipation*
8. Entertainment. Be it books, movies, plays, or sitting around talking to friends. It's all good. Just entertain me.
9. Entertaining. Make me the center of attention. I will talk, sing, tell really lame jokes and crack up half way through, make a complete fool of myself for your amusement, I don't care. Just pay attention to me, and I'm good.
10. Embellishing. Some stories just need it in order to make an impact, and I am not one to shy away from a little creative fact-altering for the sake of a good story.
I know I am.
Oh, I really want to start writing again, preferably something more than a one-shot and something with slightly more substance, just because I'm pr0nned out for a little while. Y'all know my personal constraints (no wives, no severe AU, etc), so. Any suggestions?
ETA: I just photo-manipped Stephen some green eyes just for fun, and really, only one word comes to mind. Devastating. Holy... There are no words.
It's not that I have too much time on my hands, it's that I choose to waste it doing shit like this.
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| Out of the Darkness |
[25 Oct 2009|09:59pm] |
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Those of you who have been on my friend's list for quite some time may know they effect suicide has had on me and my family. In September of 2005 I lost someone very near and dear to me; Melanie. She was like the big sister I never had, she had the sweetest smile and the kindest heart. It is because of her that I want to become a nurse. She was just so caring and compassionate, all of the qualities you would want in a sister and a nurse.
Since then I have struggled with suicide as a topic, I've even gone so far as to obsess over depressed friends and yell at those who threaten to commit suicide. This time of year is especially hard for me as she is frequently in my thoughts.
Then, in February of this year we lost my cousin Steven to suicide. He and I were never very close, but when we saw each other in passing he always had a smile on his face and a joke to make me laugh. No matter what kind of mood I was in, after talking to Steven I couldn't help but smile. His death made the reality of these losses set in.
This is an epidemic.
So, this year my family and I are going to participate in the "Out of the Darkness" walk hosted by the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. My hope is that through this walk we can help raise awareness of the reality of this epidemic, better understanding, and help prevent suicide over all.
If you have the time I ask that you PLEASE visit my donor page;
http://afsp.donordrive.com/participant/heathernelson
Every little bit counts; even it it's only $1. Please help me reach my goal and spread awareness! You can donate anonymously or in memory of someone.
If you don't have the money to donate I ask that you please re-post the above link to spread awareness. You never know who has been effected by suicide or who would be interested in donating to the cause.
I thank you in advance for your love and support. The walk takes place on Melanie's birthday November 1st, 2009. We will be walking for her and all of the people around us who have been lost to suicide.
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