I blame the fish people

I realized last night that it has been an inordinate amount of time since I posted or checked up on all you swell folk here at LJ. I blame this on my computer, which has decided to take hours to load this one site in particular, and this is the first time I've been able to get onto another computer. So it's very likely that my posts and replies are going to get more and more infrequent until I either get a new laptop or miraculously the one I have now decides to hush and behave.

Eventful occurances that have, well, occured since I've been gone:

I've gotten somewhat sucked into the Pirates of the Caribbean and Hairspray fandoms. Much to my dismay, my favorite pairings in each fandom seem to be the least favorite of fanfic authors, meaning if I want to read some Anamaria/Jack or Penny/Seaweed, I have to do it myself. Oh, such a harsh life I lead. I have been trying to flex my HP muscles, though, and plug out some Ted/Andromeda.

Last night was opening night of King Lear. It went swimmingly, and all the small children (who, I might add, probably shouldn't have come to see it in the first place) were terrified when I came out after the show. Possibly something to do with the fact that I gouge out a man's eyes onstage, but you never know. Maybe it was the eye makeup. Best part, though, hands down, is the fact that my boyfriend actually showed up. With my best friend who lives in Edinburg. WHAT?

Also last night I discovered something. For the past month or so I've been semi-convinced there's an axe-murderer in my attic because the door to the attic's in my room and I keep hearing strange noises at night. So last night after I got home (it was about 3:30 in the morning because the cast had gone to dinner, went to the last showing of Dark Knight, and then gone to the beach for a town meeting involving some Smirnoff) I turned off the light and fell in bed. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt something furry RUNNING UP AND DOWN THE LENGTH OF MY BACK. So I bolt up, turn on the light, and look around just in time to see a mouse disappear beneath my radiator and into a hole in the wall. Holy freaking crap. A mouse. A MOUSE is what's had me on edge for the past month and a half, wondering if I was going to survive the night or not. Really.

Oh and a week or so ago I dropped my cell phone in the toilet. Lovely, right?

doomlike clouds

Yeah, in case you guys were interested, here's a picture my friend got of the doomlike clouds from the lightning storm. I'd like to note that this was taken at another beach, and they were much darker and scarier in Newport Harbor.


sailboat of DOOM

So remember that thing about how you shouldn't go sailing during a lightning storm? Me and Barrett decided to screw it and went anyway. We should get turned back when there were scary clouds when we got there, but no. We should get turned back when the dinghy guy almost refused to take us out to the boat, but no. We should get turned back when it started to rain, but no. We finally did turn back when lightning struck the top of the lighthouse, but damn the ride back was fun (not to mention terrifying). The clouds got all dark and doomy and curtain-like and we were pretty much just trying to outrace them back to the mooring. In short, it was not Barrett who got pwned by me, but the both of us by a cloud.

[This stunt was performed by professional Newport idiots - children, do not try this at home.]

tash writes stuff other than fanfic??

Yes, indeed. I stayed up all night writing and also the better part of today. I don't have any idea where this idea came from (well, I have a vague feeling it was inspired in part by 'Secret Life of Bees' and in part by 'Hairspray', but we don't have to talk about that). Point is, I now have about sixteen pages of a story that I don't know what to do with. And to tell you the truth? I'm excited. This is the first time I've written something that isn't fanfic in over a year. I'll post some of it in a bit.

Also. Liz, you still owe me a Marauder mother fic. I've got my eye on you, missy!

So I'm also rather disappointed - today I was going to have an epic showdown with Barrett in the 4-20's. Alas, it is raining and generally it is a stupid idea to go sailing in a thunderstorm. Otherwise he would have gotten a smackdown. I am now checking to see when next week it's supposed to be good weather and when I'm not working.

fic: contrast

title: contrast
pairing: penny/seaweed, janetta/mo
summary: The first time he’d wanted to take his girl out, Seaweed had driven with Janetta and Mo across half of Baltimore looking for a cinema with only one entrance. The other two had laughed themselves near to death, and in the end he’d had to treat Penny to the diner on North Avenue.
notes: I can't believe I actually did this. Yes, this is a Hairspray fic and I was absolutely terrified I wouldn't get the balance right, not to mention that Seaweed is probably the most difficult point of view I've ever done. Let me know what you think.

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oh boi, uh meme

Jacked this one from twinsuns, who gets all my kudos even though I'm feeling too lazy right now to link her. :)

You know how sometimes people on your friend's list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when are they working THERE? Since when are they dating HIM/HER? since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you *should* already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

Please copy mine below, erase my answers putting yours in their place then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration! One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out :)

1. First Name: Sophia
2. Age: 16
3. Location: Newport, Rhode Island
4. Occupation: Student/Retail
5. Partner: Sam, dating for almost a year.
6. Kids: Hell no.
7. Brothers/Sisters: Two older sisters, seventeen and twenty.
8. Pets: A rat named Teagan, a fat diabetic cat named Bucky, and a tiny lion named Lily who is unaware that she's actually a cat.
9. List the 3-5 biggest things going on in your life:
- Trying to get a scholarship to RISD's Continuing Ed. program.
- Work at a boutique where everything's so expensive I'm almost afraid to touch stuff.
- Terrified for what Sam might be planning for our anniversary.
10. Where and for what do you go to school for?: I go to Moses Brown and I'm going to be a junior, which means I finally get to pick a concentration! It'll be either visual or performing arts. I'm having trouble deciding.
11. Parents? Er...yes? My dad's the editor of a sailing magazine, so he writes all winter and sails all summer and is hardly ever home because he's off writing articles in Barbados and whatnot. My mom is the coordinator of the Newport International Film Festival, so I have no idea what the hell she does all day when it's not festival week, but she brings home lots of films at night so it's all good.
12. Who are some of your friends? Hm...Hope, Sam, Lillie, Izzie, Maija, Max, Barrett...I'll stop there.
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karma, what did I ever do to you?

Beach didn't go as well as planned. Despite putting sunblock on every half-hour I am now burnt to a crisp on the back of my legs, my face, my entire back, my shoulders, and that awkward boob area. The pain is such a bitch. Also I am starting a new job at a boutique today, where you're supposed to be all happy and pretty. Here I am with the puffy, pink face. This should be fun.

Day got slightly better when my friend and I went to get Mexican food for dinner. We passed some church, and lo and behold:


much amusement on the homefront

I woke up this morning at 6:30 to a large crash. At first I thought it was the construction going on across the street (tearing up our lawn and driveway in the process, I might add), but no. My sister was laying across my bed with the rat in one arm and the cat in the other, covered in rat food mix. There were magazines and DVD's and other random things strewn everywhere. My shelf seemed to have been ripped out of the wall. It seems that my sister came in to borrow a shirt, saw that the cat had trapped the rat on my shelf, lunged for the rat, and...need I tell you the rest?

The rat is cleaning up the food mix very happily, the cat is in solitary confinement, my sister is sulking because I said she couldn't borrow the shirt, my dad is trying to figure out how the shelf ripped out of the wall so easily, and I am getting ready to go to the beach.

pottheads are back

You know, I'm not going to lie, it's pretty damn good to see all you Pottheads back from the Twilight zone. I was afraid for a little while the era was over, especially with my, er, stoic resolve not to read SMeyer, but I guess you can always trust a little JKR loving to pull people back into it. If you haven't seen her canon Marauder oneshot (which I bet everyone has by now, I'm always late to jump on the bandwagon with these things), do it.

Good to have y'all back.


It is hot. Like the kind of hot that makes me want to just walk around naked everywhere and even then I'll die of heatstroke. I woke up at 7:00 because it was already like 80 degrees and decided to drive down to the beach, but there was no room in the parking lot and I didn't want to have to park down the road and walk back so I just drove home. Now I'm trying to figure out what to do with myself because I refuse to sit in front of a fan all day when it's summer vacation and there's so much to do. I'm considering going to see a movie just for the air condition. Anyone seen anything good lately?
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