Inside the Blazing Fireball

Alright, so catlein was evil enough to have everyone read this at the Christmas party tonight and I had many requests to put it up on LJ, so this is to please the crazy insane masses.

Summary: This was written as a parody to Québecois folk tales par kinda-sorta request of catlein. It turned into a display of how people should NOT write fanfic; a.k.a it portrays almost every single thing about bad fanfic that makes people want to spork their eyes out.

( Anaïs and the Vampire: A True Modern Québecois Folk Tale )

And now that you've read that, would you like some bleach?

P.S. For those of you unfamiliar with Québecois culture, you can find a good guide to the man referenced here.

"The classification of the primates into prosimians and anthropoids does not strictly reflect the patterns of genetic relationships among the animals in the suborders."

How Humans Evolved, Fourth Edition
Robert Boyd, Joan B. Silk

The instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Take one that's actually next to you.


Did I ever say just how much Kurt rocks my world? And if I have said it before, I'll say it again. You. Freakin'. Rock.


Oh, and Logan, I guess you're cool too. :-P

Finally arrived back from London yesterday afternoon. What a day that was! I was so disoriented for a while, because I couldn't believe that just that morning, I was half drunk with my aunt at Trafalgar Square. Yeah, my aunt and I know how to party like it's 2006. Mmhmm.

A ton of McGill students were on my flight. Of all places to meet people you know, I never would've expected London Heathrow Terminal 3 to be the place. I ran into Nick Christofi and Ali!! Both were on transfer flights (from Cyprus and Saudi, respectively) and it was amazing. We ended up travelling back together and had an interesting time with all our bags on the bus and Metro. I love chance meetings!

For the first time in my entire life, I was homesick. For Montréal, of course. Most of the time in the UK, I just wanted to be back but I knew no one was there. This doesn't mean I didn't have fun while I was there, but still. Wouldn't you rather be somewhere else than sleeping on a sofabed with your mother?

Have now fully unpacked and am dining on Ribena and Kinder eggs. I have too much crap. And how did I end up with over $10 in change?!

I have also learned to dislike Bank Holidays. There are always Bank Holidays on the days I actually need the bank.

Now time to dig up some dinner! And something to look forward to: coffee with Kurt.