anti-distinctly minty

I went swimming today in very cold water. I was too chicken to jump off the high ledge, even though I've done it before. Rivers change and it might not be as deep as it used to be, or at least that was my reasoning. This week I finally got my House fix, and also borrowed two of the Blackadder series from Erica so I'm stocked up on Hugh Laurie for a good while. 

Now that Stargate has started up again, it's the time for slashy fanfiction. And maybe I'll be able to find some bloody Pirates fiction now the second movie's out! You wouldn't believe how hard it was to find any a few weeks ago. It's not as if it's a difficult fandom to slash. Either way, I'd better stock up on fanfic before I go to California because there won't be anything much to do there and I seriously doubt my grandma has a wireless service.

My DVD rack is now officially full and I need to rearrange my CDs so they all fit and the bands are together. I'm organized, it just doesn't look that way to others. So I was listening to my new 30 Seconds to Mars album last night and one of the unlisted tracks comes on, and I recognized it as a Bjork song. Who'd have known Jared Leto could sing like an Icelandic chick. Now if only he'd perform in a swan dress...