That's right, bizznitch.

Well, then. Other news, since we've established my bitchahness, or something. Classes are to be chosen soon for next semester (of which I'd like you all to bring up a compare/contrast: whilst VK and I are choosing classes at the same time, mine are for next SEMESTER and hers for second QUARTER. Whoa. Still so mind-boggling) and I'm hoping I'll sort out a decent schedule. Looks like chem, japanese II, eng 195, intro to philosophy. I'm a bit worried about essay overload--the lamer chem I'm going to take is "writing to learn," so I'm going to be writing essays on benzene rings or something, which should be simple enough for me after taking three years of chem before--but I don't want to take statistics too much. I'm just wary of it. And, you know. Anything that involves numbers.

I'm up later than usual tonight. Not a good thing, but it happens, and for the life of me I don't know why it's so tonight.

Maybe I'm still awake after the fear of discovering this. That's right. Danny Elfman/Tim Burton RPS. I mean, I know I've said things like "Man, Danny Elfman is like, Tim Burton's BITCH!" before, but I DIDN'T MEAN IT. I just know that some day I'm going to run across the Tim Burton/Johnny Depp story. It's out there. Oh, I know it. And why is it out there? Because Tim Burton and Johnny Depp are two males who have seen eachother MORE THAN ONCE. Jesus.

The entire fic index reads like a play-by-play of nightmarish hilarity. I mean, scroll down. Keep scrolling. Okay, I know you're laughing right now, but wait. Oh, you found it! That's right, right there! MILLI VANILLI SLASH. In some way, I find midget porn in which horse anuses are involved less disturbing than that little jem. They also have the much-spoken-of Al Gore/Bon Jovi slash I once found in Azusa and I's "find-the-worst-slash" hunts of lore. Alas, they do not have the proverbial Olsen Twins erotica, which won the battle.

The internet, tonight, is giving up to me all its disturbing wealth. Thank you, archives of evil...