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God I've been posting a lot recently. And yet, here I am again. From the people who brought you Batman/ASkars and Sailor Moon!Dean comes a brilliant new idea:

Dean Winchester is JACK BLACK in School of Rock. No, seriously. How brilliant would that be? Dean is like a really awesome guitarist, but he's a total underachiever and he can't hold down a band or a job because of all the side hunting jobs he's doing. BUT THEN ONE DAY HE STEALS A SUBSTITUTE TEACHER JOB FROM HIS ROOMMATE CASTIEL AND OUR STORY IS BEGINS. Dean's not really suited for the job. He doesn't care a wit for math, the kids already speak English, and the only thing he has to say about sailing the oceanblue in 1492 is LEIF ERICSON BITCHES. But he finds common ground when he realizes that the class is alarmingly good at music even if they keep playing this weird Bi-thoven guy!

Enter Sam, the uptight principal who is seven feet tall and dresses like he walked out of catalogue for old farty english professors. Dean totally thinks he has a stick up his ass. BUT when he gets him drunk and puts on Rush, a whole new, really effing hot side of Sam breaks out. And he kind of wants to fuck him. It's a problem, because he's always around Sam in the presence of like 28 school children. He still likes to play Telephone Line by ELO when Sam comes to visit the class, just to watch him shiver. And then shit happens, Dean technically kidnaps 28 school children and brings them to a bar. With alcohol and loose women.

But it's okay, because Dean is awesome. Somehow the story works out. It involves a daycare, and sex in the rain where everybody present is above the legal age, and a really bad band with a guy who used to be in RENT. Castiel decides to quit substitute teaching and join Dean in his daycare efforts. Sam will never stop wearing tweed pants.

Oh well. You can't have everything.

Admit it.

memphis86 and I are geniues.

I have to write a paper in support of affirmative action, another one on masturbation (yes, this is my college education), and finally a four page analysis of my own documentary (on romance novels, as it were).

The only way I keep my mind from exploding from the pressure is by pretending that Dean and Sam are political science professors at Harvard, and Dean's all "Fuck Kant, if you have to kill ten people to save 100, do it!" and Sam snuggles on the floor of his office with Theory of Justice. And then they totally masturbate to documentaries like Who Killed The Electric Car, and The Corporation. Sam can barely contain himself every time Noam Chomsky appears on the screen.

Thus I have done all the thinking I need for my three projects. My MoFoPo TA might be sitting there going, "I don't understand how this hypothetical about the gay incestuous professors proves your point about Affirmative Action. Are you saying that gay incestuous professors are needed to contribute diversity to a college campus?"

Yes, Brookes, I think we need our own set right now, or I'm calling this campus prejudiced.

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Believe - The Bravery

Now if only I had anything interesting to say. I suppose I could go on some logarrheatic (new word) tangent and wax lyrical for ten years about how awesome this couch is.

That however, is not the purpose of this post. For some reason you people have decided that I'm really popular (let's not fool ourselves, I probably friended you first, but ANYWAY, for the sake of pretending I am cooler than I am...), so I don't know, CAN WE GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER? Because it's Christmas, and my cat is staring at me like I'm crazy ALREADY, I might as well go on a logarrheatic tangent about MYSELF.

Ur. Now what? Um, I'm 19, just days away from 20 actually. I'm kind of frightened of it, because I'm not really ready to be out of my teens yet. There were so many things I thought I'd do before I turned 20, and lo and behold, I HAVE DONE NONE OF IT. This is quite daunting.

I have quite an extended family. Two wives and two twins. No we are not triplets, because my twins have no relation to each other. One of my wives occasionally pretends we are siblings too. This is alarming. The only siblings who should be married and or fucking rhyme with Ma'am and Bean.

I'm a gellis fucking bitch. Can I just put that out there? I will be exactly like Draco in that "Draco doesn't like the way Ginny is looking at Harry" icon that went around like ten years ago about YOU.

( For more revelations about Lauren press this button )

Current Music: Hype - Tegan and Sara

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