Weeeeeeeeeee!

[sariagray]

The following is for thebuttonontop . But since I am posting it here, I will offer a brief explanation.

Basically, she has decided that I have two favorite activities. The first is "being mysterious." The second is coming up with band names. Like it's my job.

As we were driving around on Friday, looking for a copy of Moulin Rouge, I started rambling about alliteration. It's one of my all-time favorite poetic devices, but I think this rant was sparked by a bank billboard. So I was saying something about accidental alliteration. And then I realized that "accidental alliteration" was...accidentally alliterate. And that made me happy. As happy as if someone had said, "Hey, Saria! Here's a puppy. And a key to the Tardis. And Ianto's going to make you some coffee. And here's Owen with a cure for your cold. And Tosh is going to do all your damn reporting analysis at work from now on. And Gwen will listen to ALL of your problems. And Jack will just...uh...be Jack."

I digress. Anyway. I was so excited. And I was like, "This should be the title to my memoirs, or something. AH! A BAND NAME!"

At which point Button face-palmed for the hundredth time that night. And then somehow I got to teasing her about ellipses (I am old school and believe that "..." denotes a pause of ANY length, and that one needn't hit the "." key for as long as the pause. For example, if Ianto pauses for twenty seconds, one needn't hit the "." key for twenty seconds straight. Also, "...." is a pause that ends the sentence/thought. And so on). But she knows I love her, and she teases me right back about my editing the writing of Christian in Moulin Rouge. (Me: There should be a comma there! After the "Yes"! Her: "Are you seriously editing THE MOVIE!?" Me: "Maybe..."). 

So the debut album of my fictional band was produced. Our genre is Glafometal-Classipop (that would be a mixture of glam, folk, metal, classical, and pop) and our music is like your English classes, only better. We will help you study for your SAT (or other relevant standardized tests). Voila!



Also, I made icons. Like, dumb icons. Because I'm...dumb. And she and I are...insane. (Please note the use of ellipses, thank you). ;-)

I'm told by many that this is true, although the types of crying and the methods I employ differ greatly. Button made me do it.


Er. Also true. Button made me do this, too. 

These are snaggable, but I'm not sure why you would want to do such a thing.

Can you all tell that I'm at the stage of sick where you don't wanna do anything, but you're well enough to be bored out of your bloody mind? Yep, that's me right now. Do do do do do do.

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