One of the details that I more love about fangirling in the LOTR movies is the lots of close-ups in Elijah Wood’s face all the time, because damn, his eyes are just stunning.

You know, character study is practically the only genre of fanfiction that I can write well. I am writing a gen fic, Amanda & Spock (TOS), with K/S hints (because I am a fangirl and I don’t have to explain myself) and I seeing how much SUCKS the fact that I can’t write the words “bondmate” “mind meld” or “bond” in Portuguese. I can’t translate these terms literally in Portuguese, and the substitutes just aren’t good enough, doesn’t have the same power that the original words have. But well, writer problems, one day I will learn to write properly in English and resolve this.

Have someone playing drums in my street and lord, the person is worse than me playing e-guitar, and that says a LOT.

Guess who burn the lunch again?

Fuck it, now I have to cook again. ¬¬

It’s really, really cold here… you know, I love cold. The only annoying part is the fact that cold makes the blood circulation of my hands almost stop who makes it extremely cold, and makes my hands be swollen and reddish/yellowish, but except for it, I love cold.

This Sunday have the Gay Pride in my city, and I think I will have to go, because I promised to my best friend, and it’s not my first year out of closet, but it is his first year. So, I think I will have to swallow my awkward socially tendencies for some hours. 

I bought an old sci-fi magazine, and in the back cover have a ad of a comic with a crossover between Star Trek: The Next Generation and X-Men.

I’m pretty new in ST fandom, so, it amazed me, especially the thought of watching Picard and Xavier face to face.

Oh lord now I want this old comic or at least a fanfic

You know, in my first days as a vegetarian, it was a hard work resist, especially the smell of the meat; it was the worst.

Now, more than a year and half later, the smell does not affect me anymore. In truth, the smell makes me sick. Except when it comes to hot dog: I am happy being a vegetarian, but damn, sometimes I miss a hot dog.

You know, one of these days I was in the street singing, absently, Closer; and so I enter in the supermarket singing the beggining of the chorus (I want to fuck you like an animal/I want to feel you from the inside) when I noticed that I was in public. I was singing aloud.

Fortunately, no one there noticed - singing in another language have some vantages - or I would want to be swallowed by the ground in embarrassment.

It is late, I am hungry, I (unfortunately) am not drunk, I am horny as fuck and I’m tired, but since I do not have a life anyway, I think I will watch TNG until I feel sleep