nirix5: (reno- omgwtfbbq)
Grissom + Sara + Sephiroth = OT3???????

Clearly, at some point last night, my brain said fuck it and took a flying leap off the Cliffs of Insanity.

In a nutshell:

Grissom and Sara, while exploring the urban landscape on a romantic walk or something, find Sephiroth lying under the overpass (THE overpass- the one from the season 2 finale- I am an uber geek) naked, bloody, one black wing. They’re like WTF? And do what any normal couple would do: take him back home with them. There they clean him up and quasi nurse him back to health. He doesn’t remember anything but his name. They decide he’s an amnesiac angel who hit his head
too hard falling out of heaven.

They keep him around for a while and they all get used to each other. Sephiroth learns how to function as an adult on earth, even though they have to keep him kind of out of sight due to the one wing deal he’s got going on. This eventually develops into a bizarre love triangle/ polyamorous relationship thing, with some of the hottest sex scenes I’ve dreamed in my life.

Eventually Sephiroth gets some of his powers back or whatever. He has a very strong calling to go “home”; he doesn’t know where that is exactly, but he knows he’s got to go up to get there. He says his goodbyes and takes off into the sunset, flying on a motorcycle that looks just like Fenrir.

Grissom and Sara find that they can’t live without him. They decide on a Viking funeral suicide. Thinking that Sephiroth went back to heaven, they want to follow him. Grissom calls the whole team (Warrick, Nick, Greg, Brass, Catherine and her daughter Lindsay) over for a party and poisons their drinks, because hey, what's the afterlife without the nightshift? Once they're dead, he talks to Sara, who decides she wants to be strangled after one last roll in the hay. Grissom obliges. Then he douses the whole house and bodies in gasoline, lights it on fire, and shoots himself in the head.

That's when my alarm went off. Pretty fucked up, huh?

...

I have to drabble this. I wish more than anything I could draw it manga style. Oh, dear brain. You're fucked up, but sometimes I love you.
nirix5: (sara- fuckyou)
I'm feeling better than I have in weeks. Not by much, but it's a start. I'm not sure why, either, unless it's weather-related; financial problems and financial aid problems are driving me up the wall. I got in a fight with the College Board yesterday because they're douchebags. Nearly made myself sick by crying when I already had a headache. Cornell is being a nice douchebag- they need waaaaaay more info than other schools, because being ivy league grants a license to kill, or what have you. GAH.

Good news: I got accepted into Binghamton.
Bad news: I have 20 days to give them $350 for a deposit. Damn. I guess I'll just pull it out of my ass or something. Cause, you know, I don't have living expenses and a $1000 energy bill floating over my head. Nope.

Anyway, it's Saturday. Which means that all these problems grind to a standstill, as bureaucracies everywhere are only open Mon-Fri 8AM-4:30PM EST.

I've been spending the last hour or so researching the human body for autopsy purposes- kind of. Like, how was Sephiroth's blow fatal for Aerith? What did the blade pass through? After careful reviewing of the video, I've construed that it passed through the diaphragm, more or less. It's all stuff to mull over. I heart me some research.

Also, Jeannette is going to buy me a burka while she's in Afghanistan. This has nothing to do with FF7, but it's still cool. My collection of ethnic costumes is steadily growing. Whee!

Then it's time to work on my resume.

I have nothing else to say right now.
nirix5: (YEAH! (jorja))
OMFGOMFGOMFGELEVEN!!!!!!!!!!! ).
nirix5: (YEAH! (jorja))
OMFGOMFGOMFGELEVEN!!!!!!!!!!! ).
nirix5: (slut (belle))
"Do you want the salad special for today?"
"What is it?"
"Salmon salad. You'll love it."
"Is it green?"
"What?"
"Is it green? For St. Patrick's Day?"
"...No. It's Protestant salmon."


Had a long, rambling thought about St. Patrick's Day as the bus wound its way through Tipp Hill this morning. It's because I've never been in that particular area around St. Patrick's Day before. Man, they go all out. Not as all out, however, as my mother, who took it upon herself to make an orange-flavored green pound cake which is fucking AWESOME.

I have no green anything.

There was a lot more I wanted to write about in here. It eludes me.

Oh yeah...

OMFG. CHRISTIE ROLLED OFF THE COUCH THIS MORNING AND SHE LOOKED JUST LIKE CATHERINE.

Which is really, REALLY freaky, because she usually doesn't. But today, she did. Even she couldn't deny it. It was the color her hair has become, with the way it fell, and the lighting in the kitchen, and the leather jacket she put on because she was chilly, and the nice pants and sandal-type shoes. Like WHOA. I am not even kidding.

Cue the jokes about Quinn being Greg and Catherine ripping on him and threatening to paint him with liquid latex and beat him. Hee. I loves me some CSI.

And apple martinis!
nirix5: (the what now? (legolas))
Dreamed that Greg from CSI was dancing though Thurday night's episode to the music from the ballet Coppelia. Specifically, the prelude and the marzuka. All of his dialoge was "acted" out as if he was dancing in a ballet... he never talked at all. Everyone else on the show, however, was walking and talking like they normally do. Only Grissom noticed Greg's continuous ballet, and his only comment was, "Huh. Coppelia. Doesn't suprise me- though I'm more of a Swan Lake man, myself."

O_o

During that one scene, he did two fouettes and two pas de chats in utter disgust.

My brain must be hardwired wrong, or something.

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nirix5: (brains (kittens))
CSI was great last night, even though I missed the first few minutes.

Or maybe it wasn't great, and I just missed it so much that anything new is great to me. At any rate...

Slight spoilers )

Speaking of CSI goodness, I've got to take off to homicide class. We're watching an autopsy video today. According to the professor, people tend to get squeamish and faint, taking spectacular facedives into desks and toilet bowl rims on the way down. Then they have to call 911 and these people all wind up with bad concussions. Oddly enough, he says it's always been the guys that pass out- he's never had a girl do it. Is there some kind of girl power thing in there? Maybe I should just stick with the requisite, "Girls kick ass- says so on a t-shirt."

Anyone on my flist actually get that reference?

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nirix5: (brains (kittens))
CSI was great last night, even though I missed the first few minutes.

Or maybe it wasn't great, and I just missed it so much that anything new is great to me. At any rate...

Slight spoilers )

Speaking of CSI goodness, I've got to take off to homicide class. We're watching an autopsy video today. According to the professor, people tend to get squeamish and faint, taking spectacular facedives into desks and toilet bowl rims on the way down. Then they have to call 911 and these people all wind up with bad concussions. Oddly enough, he says it's always been the guys that pass out- he's never had a girl do it. Is there some kind of girl power thing in there? Maybe I should just stick with the requisite, "Girls kick ass- says so on a t-shirt."

Anyone on my flist actually get that reference?

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nirix5: (grissom and the brain)
Wonderfully, Alisha is in my anthropology class.

Yesterday the professor- who rocks the fuck out, by the way- had us go around the room and say where we graduated, what our major was, and what we wanted to do. Instead of nattering on about my indecision when it was my turn (forensic anthropology vs. criminalistics) I just thought, "the hell with it" and announced to the class at large that I wanted to do FA at the University of Tennessee. The teacher damn near squeed and went on about how great it was for five minutes. At one point she brought up entomology, explaining to everyone that it was the study of insects and that they can use them to determine time of death.

All of a sudden- from somewhere in the back of a very packed classroom, someone pipes up...

"GRISSOM!"

And I was like OMG! Kindred spirit, heigh-ho!

Tried to locate the speaker and possible other CSI-nut, but with no luck.

Oh, and my criminalistics class is fucking awesome. I figure by the end of the semester I know which one I'll want to go into first- ET or FA. I think I'm going to wind up doing both, though. Criminalistics first, because I can do two years at Canton and get it out of the way without having to start over in another system and lose a bunch of credits. Then I'm gonna go chill on the body farm for a while.

Prof. said that if I want to go into FA I should get a BS in Anth. first, and then specialize in FA in graduate school. Seems like a good idea. Yay for anthropology, at any rate.

Boo for books being expensive. It hurts our bank account, precious, yes it does.

In other news: rescued Quinn from Camillus last night. WalMart continues to suck... this time because they didn't have the underwear I wanted in my size. However, I have new socks now. Go me!

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nirix5: (grissom and the brain)
Wonderfully, Alisha is in my anthropology class.

Yesterday the professor- who rocks the fuck out, by the way- had us go around the room and say where we graduated, what our major was, and what we wanted to do. Instead of nattering on about my indecision when it was my turn (forensic anthropology vs. criminalistics) I just thought, "the hell with it" and announced to the class at large that I wanted to do FA at the University of Tennessee. The teacher damn near squeed and went on about how great it was for five minutes. At one point she brought up entomology, explaining to everyone that it was the study of insects and that they can use them to determine time of death.

All of a sudden- from somewhere in the back of a very packed classroom, someone pipes up...

"GRISSOM!"

And I was like OMG! Kindred spirit, heigh-ho!

Tried to locate the speaker and possible other CSI-nut, but with no luck.

Oh, and my criminalistics class is fucking awesome. I figure by the end of the semester I know which one I'll want to go into first- ET or FA. I think I'm going to wind up doing both, though. Criminalistics first, because I can do two years at Canton and get it out of the way without having to start over in another system and lose a bunch of credits. Then I'm gonna go chill on the body farm for a while.

Prof. said that if I want to go into FA I should get a BS in Anth. first, and then specialize in FA in graduate school. Seems like a good idea. Yay for anthropology, at any rate.

Boo for books being expensive. It hurts our bank account, precious, yes it does.

In other news: rescued Quinn from Camillus last night. WalMart continues to suck... this time because they didn't have the underwear I wanted in my size. However, I have new socks now. Go me!

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nirix5: (evenstar (sara/grissom))
I've been meaning to do this for a long time. It's Feather's Official Butterflied Mix, inspired by her obsession with butterflies stemming from one episode of CSI.

I should probably write and record a Butterfly Squad Theme Song. You know, on the Hammond Organ, or something.

Verve- Butterfly
Garbage- Butterfly Collector
Mariah Carey- Butterfly
DDR- Butterfly
Crazy Town- Butterfly
Him- Rip Out The Wings Of A Butterfly
Smashing Pumpkins- Bullet With Butterfly Wings
Chopin- Butterfly Etudes
Weezer- Butterfly
Ayumi Hamasaki- Butterfly
Duke Ellington- Black Butterfly
Blonde Redhead- Misery is a Butterfly
Sandwich- Butterfly Carnival
Acid Bath- Scream of the Butterfly
Alicia Keys- Butterflies
Tori Amos- Sleeps With Butterflies
Natalie Imbruglia- Butterflies
Foo Fighters- Butterflies
Madama Butterfly- Viene la sera/Vogliatemi Bene (Butterfly's and Pinkerton's love duet)
*Ian Brown- Set My Baby Free
*Charles Webster feat. Del St. Joseph (Chillout Sessions 4 Album)- Sweet Butterfly
*Massive Attack (100th Window album)- Name Taken
**Cinephile- What Becomes Of Us

I don't think anyone will ever guess the theme I've got going, or anything.
/sarcasm


(*)= music from the episode Butterflied
(**)= music from Nesting Dolls, but it's just so Sara.


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nirix5: (evenstar (sara/grissom))
I've been meaning to do this for a long time. It's Feather's Official Butterflied Mix, inspired by her obsession with butterflies stemming from one episode of CSI.

I should probably write and record a Butterfly Squad Theme Song. You know, on the Hammond Organ, or something.

Verve- Butterfly
Garbage- Butterfly Collector
Mariah Carey- Butterfly
DDR- Butterfly
Crazy Town- Butterfly
Him- Rip Out The Wings Of A Butterfly
Smashing Pumpkins- Bullet With Butterfly Wings
Chopin- Butterfly Etudes
Weezer- Butterfly
Ayumi Hamasaki- Butterfly
Duke Ellington- Black Butterfly
Blonde Redhead- Misery is a Butterfly
Sandwich- Butterfly Carnival
Acid Bath- Scream of the Butterfly
Alicia Keys- Butterflies
Tori Amos- Sleeps With Butterflies
Natalie Imbruglia- Butterflies
Foo Fighters- Butterflies
Madama Butterfly- Viene la sera/Vogliatemi Bene (Butterfly's and Pinkerton's love duet)
*Ian Brown- Set My Baby Free
*Charles Webster feat. Del St. Joseph (Chillout Sessions 4 Album)- Sweet Butterfly
*Massive Attack (100th Window album)- Name Taken
**Cinephile- What Becomes Of Us

I don't think anyone will ever guess the theme I've got going, or anything.
/sarcasm


(*)= music from the episode Butterflied
(**)= music from Nesting Dolls, but it's just so Sara.


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nirix5: (hell is loosed (cora/pistol))
*stops imitating Scuttle*

Right.

Anyway, I had this dream last night where most of the people from the Lookout and some of the people from my public speaking class were at a figure skating camp. Let me tell you, it is pretty cool seeing Lopez do a double axel. Extremely odd, but cool.

The characters from CSI were the coaches. I got Hodges. It was really weird. Also, everything was beige. The walls, the ceiling, everything. And Hodges was acting just like Glen. It was a Glen-possesed Hodges. Except he left halfway through my sesssion because he left something in the mass spectrometer.

...

Found an apartment in the paper today. Quinn and I are going to check it out on Thursday. It's off Euclid/Westcott, three bedrooms, $650/month plus utilites. I uped it to $800 and divided that by six (the number of people we're going to try to squeeze in; two to a bedroom) and the rent was something like $130/person. The point is, it's ridiculously low.

Now I just have to break it to Dad that I'm moving out.

Yikes.
nirix5: (hell is loosed (cora/pistol))
*stops imitating Scuttle*

Right.

Anyway, I had this dream last night where most of the people from the Lookout and some of the people from my public speaking class were at a figure skating camp. Let me tell you, it is pretty cool seeing Lopez do a double axel. Extremely odd, but cool.

The characters from CSI were the coaches. I got Hodges. It was really weird. Also, everything was beige. The walls, the ceiling, everything. And Hodges was acting just like Glen. It was a Glen-possesed Hodges. Except he left halfway through my sesssion because he left something in the mass spectrometer.

...

Found an apartment in the paper today. Quinn and I are going to check it out on Thursday. It's off Euclid/Westcott, three bedrooms, $650/month plus utilites. I uped it to $800 and divided that by six (the number of people we're going to try to squeeze in; two to a bedroom) and the rent was something like $130/person. The point is, it's ridiculously low.

Now I just have to break it to Dad that I'm moving out.

Yikes.
nirix5: (will there be cookies?; crimsonhue)
Because, you know, all of my scholastic endeavors come to a screeching, grinding halt for an hour at 9 PM on Thursdays.

So I'm thinking: Grissom is the Ghost of the King, and Ecklie is Claudius; that would make Catherine Gertrude, which would work great for my essay, since they're both people who apparently like to have sex a lot, and damn the consequences. Plus Grissom is pissed about it.

Right.

Stay tuned for scenes from the next CSI:Denmark...

"Alas, poor Warrick. I knew him, Horatio Greg..."

*in the background, Sara gibbers about flowers and throws herself in one of Vegas's many pools*

...I guess this is a better idea than doing an essay on Hamlet through a Rocky Horror Picture Show lens.
nirix5: (Default)
Seriously. Who the fuck does the president think he is, pushing back CSI for a dumb "press conference"? Because, you know, he answers questions off the cuff all the time. Yep. Constantly.

Interesting insider random bit o' knowledge: When Georgie deviates from his scripted speech, his press/speechwriter people call it "going off the ranch." My public speaking teacher has a friend who works for the press corps, and her job- this is incredible, it's her main reason for working there- is to yell "YOU'RE OFF THE RANCH!" at him when he practices his speeches and starts to ramble.

Obviously she's doing a good job. He didn't go off the ranch last night, although no one laughed at his jokes.

...Eh. The point is, I wound up staying up to watch CSI even though my parents were going to tape it. It was good that I did, because the tape stopped halfway through the episode.

You know, when CSI does an episode that deals with a sexual sub-culture (BDSM, baby play, whatever) everyone makes a huge deal out of it; the episode itself is usually not that bad or shocking when it actually airs. Then there's the occasional episode that has doesn't particularly deal with a deviant sub-culture, and it's extremely squickish. Committed= creepy. Good, but creepy. It kind of scares me that there are people like that in the world.

And of course, Grissom just stood there like a dope. *eyeroll* At this point I don't expect anything else, but... gah. Hello. Sara's got a very sharp object to her throat, so let's just stand here with the good old "mildly concerned" look on our faces, right?

Overall, I really liked it. I can't wait to see the icons people are going to come up with for this one.

Unfortunately, staying up that extra hour means that I'm really, really tired. So tired I have a headache. I hate when that happens. I usually manage to get enough sleep to keep the headaches off, but sometimes I push it too far, and it all goes to hell. Maybe I can grab some sleep after chemistry class.

Gah. Chemistry. DOOOOOOOOM.
nirix5: (Default)
I have my last chemistry test in a couple of hours (not counting the final.)

Doom.

DOOOOOOOOOM.

I don't think I study nearly enough.

As if the whole finals crunch wasn't bad enough, the plotbunnies have started attacking me with a vengeance- apparently, the Gods of Fanfiction want me to send Sara back to Herculaneum just in time to make some Roman friends before Mount Vesuvius erupts and kills them all. Of course, Grissom sees her plaster cast in a museum centuries later...

Yay for adventures in time-fucking.

Ooh, but this could be a good one. Provided I don't start it and not finish it, like everything else... after all, I've still got to finish the Sara/Grissom/Heather one, and the OMG!SerialKiller! one. And the Princess Epic.

[I can't go through my life wishing it was eleven o'clock]

"It started out with a kiss/how did it end up like this/it was only a kiss/it was only a kiss" reminds me of him but in a totally, totally good way.

Right. Off to review chemistry quick before DOOOOOOOOM time.

OMFG SARA, NO! DON'T GO TO THE BOATHOUSES! DON'T GO TO THE BOATHOUSES!

HEY!

Apr. 22nd, 2005 07:57 am
nirix5: (Default)
I've decided that "Andy, You're a Star" by The Killers is THE SLASHIEST SONG EVER.

The lyrics, for your slashy viewing pleasure )

You guys should really try to download it and give it a listen. It's got a slashy, kind of subtexty sound.

Every time I hear this song, I think of CSI. No pairings, particularly, but different lines and verses remind me of the different guys on the show.

Feather breaks it down )

Dad gave me money to take Kelsey to see Sahara last night. I really, really need to stop watching adventure movies... I get into these weird moods where I convince myself that thing to do is to drop out of school and go blow shit up. Or at least change my major to archeology or Egyptology or something where I could travel all over the world and get into lots of wonderful trouble.

Kelsey decided that I would be Matthew McConaughey's character, and she would be the sidekick with all the weapons and a happy-go-lucky attitude.

*sigh* Which basically meant that Quinn would be Penelope Cruz. Except without the throwing like a girl part.

Maybe I should switch my major to something to do with ordinance?

Note to self: Make a list of movies I shouldn't watch anymore.
nirix5: (Default)
Last night's episode of CSI was the best I've seen in a long time. I loved how they worked backwards through the episode, and how each segment kind of tied into the next (or the last? Whatever.) And of course: OMFGSARAINTHESHOWER. Beautiful, precious, beautiful.

Dammit, there's something on my sleeve. That's going to bug me all freakin' day, now that I've noticed it.

Ralph Nader is speaking in the lecture hall at eleven, but I don't know if I'm going to go- a) the Peace Corps is doing a presentation at the same time over in Whitney, and I'm more interested in that than in politics, and b) I have to go downtown by two o'clock to drop off the opera ticket money. Thankfully English is cancelled today, so I can get it out of the way.

My parents said that I should look into doing the Peace Corps because it's really a training system for the CIA. Hmm. CIA or FBI. *weighs options* ...Eh. Not that it matters; I've still got to do a few years with a normal police department or whatever before I can even apply to the FBI (fuck the CIA, who the hell am I kidding?) Hopefully I can do the Phoenix PD for my internship. That or Vegas would be really cool- I miss the high desert, but I can't live there for extended periods of time, so an internship would be great. After that, who knows? Maybe I can get in with the NYPD. God knows that half of my relatives are already working for/affiliated with them.

Okay, I'm so putting the cart before the horse here. I need to go rock out on my CRJ test this morning before anything else.

OMFG. When I get a job, do I have to delete this journal? Horrid thought.

Spark Lyrics )

Dreams Come True Lyrics )

I love J-pop. I like knowing what the hell they're saying even better!

(Lise, what's the name of that Hikari Utada song?)
nirix5: (not listening; by caronlinecrane)
Okay, so we were watching Charlie's Angels 2 last night, right? Now, this movie came out in 2002 or something. Back in the days when the only thing I knew about CSI was a rat coming out of a dead model's mouth. Anyway, there's this scene in the movie that's a total spoof on CSI. See:

[In the movie, the song "Who Are You" starts playing in the background.]

Feather: Hey! I know this song! Where do I know this song from?
Andy: ...
Feather: OMFG! It's the CSI theme song!
Andy: ...Yes. Yes, it is.
Feather: Yeah, I feel dumb now... OMFG I totally get all the references! LOLOL.

The point is, it was great. The second point is, I totally want to be a Charlie's Angel. Kick ass, save the day, giggle with your friends and be goofy and look good doing it? Sign me up.

Oh, yeah. Happy (Belated) Easter to you all. I hope you ate lots of cool stuff and read lots of crime novels. I did. Long live quasi-adopted Norwegian traditions.

In other, more mundane news, I've got a chemistry test in a few hours and a criminal justice paper due at 9. However, I'm skipping that class and giving it to him later today, because I completely forgot about the damn thing until about 4 PM yesterday. Stupid chemistry drives everything else out of my head, I guess.

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