A Little Cup of Cyanide

OHMYGODOHMYGOD!!! Dean’s going to be a demon! He’s going to be what he’s hunted all this life! The same thing that killed his mother! And father! And basically killed Sam!

Phew. Now that that’s over, I’ve still got lots to freak about. Fucking senior sleepover and their fucking loud seniors. Die! All of you! The roommate and Amanda come in with their seniors about when Dean finds the thing hanging from the chick’s ceiling. I have no idea what the thing is, because Cassie and Amanda and their stupid seniors were squealing. The one is all “Oh my god, it’s Dean from Gilmore Girls. He’s so hot.” Or something along the lines. Like, please, somebody gag her. Then me. Because yes, while he’s pretty hot, Gilmore Girls sucks no matter how many pretty faces you cram into it, I’m trying to watch a good show here, and you, senior, are interfering with it. Keep in mind that I’m a very calm person. There’s no sarcasm in that at all. I don’t usually tell people that they are bugging me, just kind of do my best to ignore it while hoping that my internal death threats are hitting them loud and clear. But no, I usually keep quiet.

But at some point someone says something about studying in the Cave, and I’m like “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Why don’t you go there and study?” Six weeks, people. I need my Sam and Dean and Impala, dammit.

Anyway, I’ll be back tomorrow with my squee post. Starting off February right! Right now I'm going to watch Lost.

Oh, my layout! It works! Awesome, yeah?