Nerding, Dogs, and All Things Metaphoric

Okay. I've accepted my nerdiness. Really, I have. It was acknowledged, accepted, and embraced long before the release of Half-Blood Prince--the book, not the movie.

But I seem to have submitted to a whole new level of nerd.

It wasn't the fanfiction, or the wandering into the toy aisle of Target (trademark) to find the strawberry scented Lots-O-Huggin' Bear from Toy Story 3. No. It was the fact that I contemplated (read as: bloody agonized) over whether or not I should post another blog entry today, and if I did, all the things I could potentially write about.

I fear I've stooped low on this particular totem pole.

But, no matter! Simply put: I'm bored. Bored as all get out. Bored enough to ponder actually cleaning my room of the strategically placed piles of clothing that I laid out last week in my effort to organizepurge my wardrobe for college. Alas, that pondering was in vain, for I instead aided in the de-furring of one of my beloved dogs.

Enter Ace, the adorable, lovable black cockerspaniel. To Slytherin and above, he stinks. Like, more than your average smelly furball. I had to hold up his paws so my dad could shave his stomach of the matted rug it had become while he (the dog) panted in my face and tried to encourage me to save him by licking my arm. I think his breath was worse than his general odor...

But I love him, so I endured. All for you, buddy. And guess what? Tomorrow I'm breaking out the gloves and dish soap. B-A-T-H-T-I-M-E. >:D

You just wait, dude. All in due time, my friend. All in due time. Not to mention Abbey's getting one too, so you won't be alone in your odor-eliminating suffering.

But until then, I shall focus on practicing my typing. It's really rather pathetic, but I still can't really type without looking at the keys. I mean, come on! I've been around computers since I was five--that's twelve years, approaching thirteen (insert squeal over veiled-and-vague Midnighter reference here); and if you've never heard of the Midnighters Trilogy by Scott Westerfield, you need to Google it. Now. Seriously. You don't know what you're missing.

Oooo, and speaking of books, I got a book with piano playing and learning exercises! It was only $3.98 on Target clearance. Well worth the four bucks, and I'm a cheapie. After I can play all the songs in the book, I hope to learn a bunch o' songs I love. :D

And Japanese.
And calculus.
Maybe some ballet, too.

I actually wanted to be a ballerina, when I was little, cause ballet's so freaking graceful and awesomesauce. Ahh, and what you've all (my current two followers, lawl) been waiting for! The fandom reference, for the obsession with which this blog has been titled.

I started reading a Harry Potter fanfic yesterday that is epically amazing, though I fear it may be discontinued. It's called The Tiniest Wish. Of course, I'm an utter sap for Severitus, or Parental!HarrySeverus, stories (well, most all parental stories in all the fandoms I follow, really...)--but only the well-written stuff, I swear!

Anyway, this is one pretty epic little tale, though I fear it may have been discontinued. Of course it's entirely possible that it's finished and has a sequel up and the author just didn't mark it as complete...

-salivates-

Ahem. But yes, it's quite good, so I encourage you to check it out--but only after you've finished any unfinished Epic Lists of Fanfiction Recommendations, if you so choose.

Last night I was also reading an amazing (current, may be more) three-parter, called A Serious Discussion While Watching Cartoons. It's also Harry Potter, and it's kinda a HarryHermione, but in a way you've probably never seen. It's not that lovey-dovey, bordering-creeper, harlequin crap. It's amazing, and it's not all HHr by far. Harry ostracised as a squib--or...wait, he can what?

That's all I'm sayin'. BD

And in between all that--pondering life,wonder if there's still ice cream in the freezer, and seeing Band of Brothers on the TV and thinking about how Harry Potter is an allegory of World War II and the Holocaust--I've been writing fanfiction! About time, yeesh, I know, I know. It's actually not HP (zOMG, acronym! : 0), but it is... DP!

...or Danny Phantom, for all you non-obsessed out there.

It centers around Ember, one of the villains, and her human life. Part of the plot lies in the song, Ember's song, the one that takes metaphor and vague-ity to a whole new level. But the rest lies locked up tight in my brain (and a portion on my hard-drive) until it's all written and in the to-be-posted stage.

I hope it turns out epic! And if not epic, I'll settle for memorable. ;P

Yes, Danny Phans, that was an actually unintentional Ember pun. Hey, I said this ride would be puntastic!

Alrighty, I've wasted enough of your life (and mine) with meh rambling fer now.

I'm gonna go get lost in some fanfiction again--in The Tiniest Wish, to be more specific. I hope anyone taking the time to read this decides to check it out, and that in your reading of my blog you had a few chuckles. I do so try. ;P

Oh, and please don't let my garish typos discourage you from reading. My fingers just can't help it, and there's no way in facebook I'm re-reading this monster to find 'em and fix 'em. x3

See ya next time!