i'm a pixel here, myself

Three things:

a. I spent the last hour being photographed. I hate being photographed. But if I am to be a successful Broadway star (oh, okay, fine, in order to audition for pretty much *any* theater, including local), I'm going to have to have headshots, which I do not have. So I hauled ass over to J's apartment and he spent a lot of time fiddling with the lighting and his super-ritzy camera and shot me for an hour. We're going to do the same thing in a week or so, after I've shaved off my goatee (I let it grow out while the boy was away specifically so I could have some headshots that were bearded and some that were not, since the boy likes me clean-shaven), and we'll see which are better. Either way, lots of photos of me (he shot some 300 tonight -- obviously, some of those are crap, but really, three hundred pictures of me! weird.) which will hopefully be not as awful as photos of me usually are.

b. Bless me, LiveJournal, for I have sinned: I listened to Fall Out Boy and might have kind of liked them. Can someone YSI me From Under The Cork Tree? I have no idea why I like them -- I think it's that they remind me of early Green Day, only with "oh no, my girl left me" instead of "I hate my life and want to blow things up". Frankly, I think the boys themselves are rather a mess (dear Pete Wentz: you are famous because your penis was on the internet; this is not something to be proud of), but their music sounds fun, and will undoubtedly be good for working out to.

c. There are new SPN promotional photos out and about. Yes, you know the ones. You've seen them linked all over the place today. The one in particular I want to draw your attention to is [this one], which literally *ate* my afternoon. I spent the whole thing looking at first Jared, then Jensen, then Jared again... and so on. For HOURS, people. aksdjfhasdf. I'm convinced Jensen was grown in a test tube somewhere. He cannot possibly be real. And Jared... just don't get me started on Jared. Because I'm not sure I could *stop*.