Awesomesauce icon by jane_says, based off of "Banned From Argo" by Leslie Fish. LOVE IT.

...just called me Chrissy Pine.

( Camera fail, but it's still...Spock? )

I was both disappointed in the lack of fellow Starfleet officers and strangely gratified to find that Lieutenant Uhura was not present.

...am Spock.

The song(s) with the greatest play count for each letter of the alphabet (as per my iTouch, which I've had for almost a year and a half at this point which had its play count data erased one of the times I updated it). Oh, and because repetitive albums are repetitive, I'm going to put, ya know, second bests whenever I feel like it. Yeah.

Number of songs on my iTouch: 3587.

A. Three-way tie between "Aftertaste," "Alive," and "As You Are," all by Viva La Union (VLU) and at a play count of 67.
"Apologize" by One Republic, 59.

B. "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden, 457.

C. Easy. "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails (NIN), 735.

D. "Does It Still McFly?" Michael Giacchino Star Trek XI soundtrack (STXI), 222.
"Dirty" by Korn, 172.

E. "Evenstar" LOTR: The Two Towers soundtrack (LOTR:TT), 272.
"Enterprising Young Men" STXI, 229.
"End Credits" STXI, 212.
"Enjoy the Silence" Depeche Mode, 96.

F. "Freedom Fighters" by Two Steps From Hell, 876.

G. "The Great Below" by NIN, 626.

H. "Helm's Deep" LOTR:TT, 264.
"The Hornburg" LOTR:TT, 257.
"Hella Bar Talk" STXI, 231.
"He's Dead, Jim" Warp 11, 89.

I. "Isengard Unleashed" LOTR:TT, 248.
"I Soviet" VLU, 67.
"I Kissed a Girl" Katy Perry, 62.

J. "Just Like You Imagined" NIN, 35.

K. "The King of the Golden Hall" LOTR:TT, 280.
"kink" aka the audio to "The Backrub Scene" of Star Trek: The Original Series, 188.
"Kids" by MGMT, 26.

L. "The Leave Taking" LOTR:TT, 267.
"Labor of Love" STXI, 232.
"A Lack of Color" by Death Cab For Cutie, 176.

M. "The Mark Has Been Made" NIN, 266.

N. "Nailin' the Kelvin" STXI, 232.
"Nero Sighted" & "Nice to Meld You" STXI, 224.
"Nero Death Experience" & "Nero Fiddles, Narada Burns" STXI, 218.
"Never Let Me Down Again" Depeche Mode, 80.

O. "Opera of the Bells" Destiny's Child, 202.

P. "The Passage of the Marshes" LOTR:TT, 281.
"Professional Murder Music - Slow" a soundtrack, I think "Slow" might be the actual song title, 52.

Q. "Q" by Warp 11, 5.

R. "The Riders of Rohan" LOTR:TT, 281.
"Run and Shoot Offense" STXI, 222.
"Root" VLU, 137.
"The Ritual/Ancient Battle/2nd Kroykah" Gerald Fried from the soundtrack to "Amok Time", 28.

S. "Suddenly I See" by KT Tunstall, 354.

T. "The Taming of Smeagol" LOTR:TT, 283.
"Treebeard" LOTR:TT, 269.
"That New Car Smell" & "To Boldly Go" STXI, 217.
"Tehlikeli Madde" by Trey Gunn, 189.

U. "The Uruk-Hai" LOTR:TT, 278.
"Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, 153 + 15 since I have two...

V. "Violin Concerto: II" Adele Anthony (originally by Philip Glass, I believe), 592.
"Vulcan" by Snake River Conspiracy, 45.

W. "When Logics Die" by Soulwax, 446.
"Wrong" by Depeche Mode, 320.

X. "X&Y" by Coldplay, 134.

Y. "Yeah! feat Lil Jon, Ludacris" by Usher, 107.
"You never loved her" an audio clip from STXI, 105.

Z. "Zero-Sum" NIN, 10.


I wish I could find a "Total Play Count" to find out how many complete songs I've listened to. Although it bugs me that songs don't count when I listen to 3 minutes of it, get bored (incorrect term--impatient is more accurate) with the lyric-lacking second 3 minutes and skip back to the beginning. Whereupon I may do this repeatedly (I'm thinking of "Closer," hee).

WHAT DOES MY MUSIC SAY ABOUT ME? ...I have no idea...

...OMIGAHD FOOT CRAMP OWW OWW OWWWWW!

I'm going to put the info for my iPod and not my iTunes. My iTunes collection is too epic, and I usually use my iPod. Except right now. *shrug* Oh, and I'm going to preserve the spelling as it is on my iPod. I know they're not entirely accurate.

How many total songs?
3586 or 10 days or 16.62 GB (i deleted some stuff)

Sort by song title – First and Last…
A.D.I.D.A.S. by Korn
1992 by Blur. Haven't listened to this one. I have listened to "1979" by Smashing Pumpkins (I have that thrice? What the eff?)

Sort by Time – Shortest and Longest…
Umm...I have 9 0:01 audio clips from Star Trek XI. I dunno if I should list them all.
Spleen by Staind, 21:02

Sort by Album – First and Last…
A-Sides by Soundgarden
100TH WINDOW by Massive Attack (followed by four un-album-named songs)

Sort by Artist – First and Last…
AC-DC
30 Seconds to Mars (again, a bunch of un-artist-named songs...okay, those are mostly Star Trek related. Moving on.)

Top Five Most Played Songs…
1. Freedom Fighters by Two Steps from Hell
2. Closer by Nine Inch Nails
3. The Great Below by Nine Inch Nails
4. Violin Concerto: II by Adele Anthony (but originally by Philip Glass, I believe)
5. Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden

Find the following words. How many songs show up?
Sex: 45
Death: 55
Love: 119
You: 323
Home: 40
Boy: 43
Girl: 42

First five songs that come up on shuffle…
Tender by Various (Album: Lazy Sunday), basically I have no idea, haven't listened to this before.
Panic Attack by Turin Brakes, also haven't listened to it
Do You Feel the Same by Silverchair, have heard
Paschendale by Iron Maiden, I have listened to this
Star Trek Disc 03 Track 06 by Alan Dean Foster OMG ZQ's VOICE, hurr--funny reaction, I was listening to the audiobook earlier today on my comp :)


Snagged this from b_dsaint

...am sick. I finally succumbed and missed chemistry. Physics is at 1:50, but I won't be going to that either (or at least so I told my professor). But of course, I would much rather attend class sick than miss it. However, it's the class disruption via coughing/people not wanting a sick person there that worries me. Although it's a large lecture hall with fourteen students, so I could avoid them. ...Arg. And today's the Pumpkin Launch and Demolition, following E&M. So I'd really rather go. My prof doesn't post his lecture notes for that class anyway (unlike chem), and writing down what he's saying is my primary method of acquiring the information.

Sinus pressure. OW.

Oh, and... I'd liked the idea of an episode/story that includes Spock having the common cold (basically) and McCoy teasing him mercilessly (until in the end McCoy starts showing symptoms). BUT.

Me sick does not equal a very convincing Spock for tomorrow. :( *cry*

Me crying also does not equal a very convincing Spock for tomorrow. Although we know...

"Spock. Spock. Bones!" *zoom*

"Dammit, Jim! You can't keep picking me because of my name!"

"Is the purpose of this game to improve the doctor's health?"

"Why I oughta-- Dammit, man! I'm gonna hypo you into next Tuesday once I get ahold of you!"

*giggle snirk* "No, Spock, the point is--oh, shit!" *crash* "..." *muffled* "Wait...what's my faceOMIGAHDVULCANCROTCH!" *tumble over backward*

*eyebrow raise* "I take it that was not your 'point'?"

"Oh good lord..."

I once again just spent hours trying to figure out my college plan. Of course, this involved me planning for a major in chemistry, a major in physics, and a minor in classical studies.

*facepalm*

Curse you, gen ed reqs!

Um. So...

Now, admittedly I didn't start out researching transparent OLEDs today, but they were essentially what I was looking for. *sigh* Combine them with the transparent multi-touch system used on, say, an iPhone?

MISTER SPOCK, MAY I HAVE YOUR CLIPBOARD THINGY OF DOOM?

Aaaanyway...

EDIT: Oh my god, hurry up and let me edit it before they see my complete inability to write...

I keep having this angsty feeling that there's something I should be doing. There's something I'm leaving out of the immediate moment, something that's been gnawing at me for such a long time that I no longer recall when it began.

The results of this feeling branch out, varied end products.
-I sink into depression
-I slip into a rage
-I seek distractions

Sometimes the last is successful. Other times, the anxiety grows and morphs into one of the first two (or a combo, that's definitely not unheard of).

The thing is, whenever I think about this feeling that seems to always be peripherally there, I get caught up in it again. Writing this, I feel the emotion tearing at my mind, but I'm forcing myself to bounce to the very-energetic song I have on repeat one.

My near-constant music listening makes sense.

Is it possible that this "angsty feeling" could be a direct sign of the long-suspected anxiety disorder? I recognize the...well, simplification in all of this, but still. The feeling is always there. All I have to do is think about it. *shakes head*

Is there something else that could cause such consistent, ever-buzzing feelings, some other sensible reason?

My excuse to myself in this moment: Class is soon (over an hour), it's Friday, you don't have to do homework right now, and you don't have an assignment you can complete in such a short time period (possibly bull).

I need to go watch House or Heroes. I can fit one in, I haven't seen this week's episodes, and they are usually quite successful at distracting me.

Obsessions. I make things overly important to me, and thus they will be so important that I have to pay attention to them and not the background feeling.

Please comment if you take.

...

I'm going to go on the idea that specifying the hybrid is unnecessary...

My roommate likes country music? MY ROOMMATE LIKES COUNTRY?

FML.

Okay, I have nothing against other people's opinions. I have nothing against people liking country.

I have something against people leaving me little choice but to listen to country.

Country music instills a deep, growing tension in me. There is immediate irritation, and, if the situation is right, rage has been known to follow.

It isn't exactly a normal reaction, so I'd guess. But I can't really help myself. I try to stick it out and soon find myself screaming cuss words at the "offending" family member. Or, shall I say, this is where it all began (with said family member), and thus I instinctively have similar reactions at other times of hearing said music genre.

So, um, my roommate turned on the country music. Fortunately, my face was not visible at that moment. Although I'm generally proficient at hiding my reactions, so I suppose it would merely have been a sudden blankness. But still. MY ROOMMATE THEN LEFT THE ROOM TO TALK TO THE NEIGHBORS. WHUT.

*sigh* Seriously, sigh. I feel myself attempting to dispel the tension. The entire purpose behind writing here was to rant out my stress in a not-so-harmful direction.

...

I'd put on my headphones, checking periodically to hear that country was still playing. My roommate has now officially left the room, and this time the music is off.

I feel silly and tired, with the remnant of a headache. Doesn't really change my reactions much, though, does it?

...Okay, does it bother anyone else when putting a question mark on a "question" that lacks the questioning (upward?) inflection? I don't ask "does it?" I say "does it." I still don't know what to do about that, for some reason I feel as though I'm supposed to keep the question mark by some convention of English or another, but I myself want to put it as the non-question it is. And...it doesn't fit into my concept of a rhetorical question either, I always considered rhetoricals (ha, screw you red squiggly underline) to be actual questions (lacking an expectation of an answer, yeah, yeah...).

MUST GO MAKE MORE LATIN FLASHCARDS. ANYWAY.

Edit: NOTE: The key idea? Wear headphones. Everyone wins (mostly).

I've never been known for my stress-handling capabilities. This morning I had an organic chemistry test, and it also happened to be one that I felt extremely ill-prepared for (not due to lack of studying, but due to lack of "this is the kind of question we deal with, and this is how one might go about answering this question"--not a "here's the answer," but at least arming me with the tools).

Last night, therefore, I read a book.

An excellent book, yes, Killing Time by Della van Hise (although not the original version; I hope to someday read it, if I can find it).

Avoided the panic attack inherent in any early jump into studying for such a test? Yes.

So all in all, it wasn't too terrible a choice. Admittedly, I took a flogging. But, so too did the other students. A declared chemistry major sat one seat to my right, and toward the end he was literally spasming with physical bursts of irritation (I saw a flailing fist out of the corner of my eye, I sure did).

In other news, I became a little irrationally depressed after returning to the chemistry/physics building only to find that my advisor was nowhere in sight.

Finding a path in one's life? Oy.

...ARE TICKLING EACH OTHER.

<3 

COLLABORATE.

I have no idea why.

This would probably be much more interesting if I included definitions. But I'm lazy. hurr

Okay, fine, collaborate...hm...


It was devious, it really was. Having Scotty sabotage the heating in Spock's quarters. Having Bones, of all people, insist he try a variety of iced drinks...and, yeah, a mint julep was among them. Chekov's unplanned declaration that vodka-based drinks were better led to even more tastings. Soon, Scotty and Sulu joined in, and thus began an alcoholic pissing contest in which Spock was the neutral party--and the drunken one.

Jim hadn't realized just how far they'd gone until the buzzer to his quarters went off. He was startled by his First Officer's shivering, flushed state, cheeks viridescent beneath eyes too shiny and too wide. "Jesus, Spock... Get in here and sit down before you fall down."

Spock stumbled as he entered, and Jim ended up leading him to the bed, weak protests fading as the half-Vulcan collapsed onto the comforting expanse of blankets. "I...do not...see the purpose of...drinking--"

Jim smiled wryly. "That's what just about everyone thinks at this point."

Spock muttered something in Vulcan that the Captain figured was a denouncement of the entire human species.

The sober one laughed (it was funny how it often turned out that way). But then Jim began to frown as he watched the shivering continue. "Jeez, you really are cold." He moved to the environmental controls, the rising temperature becoming quickly apparent. "Here." With that, Jim crawled onto the bed and wrapped his arms about Spock's torso.

Spock tensed, still shaking.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm warmer than the room temp, don't worry about it."

"I d-do not...worry."

"Mm-hm." Jim didn't call him on it.


When Jim awoke the next morning, his nose was buried in the soft dark hair, Spock pressed against his chest, hungry for heat. A smile filled the blue eyes. One last thought slipped through his mind as he drifted back to sleep.

Whenever Spock did wake up, he was gonna feel like shit.

My knuckles are raw. Ow. lol