the butler did it

I wonder how much of this irrationality I can blame on PMS, as if once a month I am possessed by some demon and cannot be held accountable for any of my actions. I have a 9 AM class, a meeting with a career counselor, a shortly vaguely bullshit-ish research proposal to write before the evening, yet here I am to tell you of some of my recent irrational decisions.

1. narniaexchange is where the Narnia Fic Exchange will be happening, guys. First of its kind! (I think!) And I am, bewilderingly enough, CO-MOD. I have never moderated anything before (except moderation). What makes me think I have time to do this? I'm hoping that the adage "if you want something done, give it to a busy person to do" will work in my favor. We're still passing the rules back and forth right now, but it's pretty much the standard 'you request a type of fic and someone else writes it for you' sort of thing. I think the minimum word-count requirement will be 800. I will be writing as well as modding, and I will probably be requesting Edmund/Susan. JUST SO YOU KNOW.

2. More things that shouldn't take up my time, but has and will!

Step 1: Put your MP3 player on random.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 35 songs that play.
Step 3: Let everyone guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly. (Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!)

I skipped songs in languages with non-Latin alphabets because I don't wanna transcribe them. Skipped instrumentals 'cos duh. Skipped songs whose first lines I can't quite understand and can't find online. Skipped 'Hey Jude' because come on. If you guess right, you have the option of having me drabble for you, and it doesn't even have to be Narnia.

( 35 first lines of songs )

3. My list of things to rec is just kind of sitting there. I should get a delicious, y/n.