2006

Note: I just realized that the first entry I did this year was *also* titled "2006". Spooky. Did anyone else just get chills??? ;)

So, totally not ripping off Imladris's idea, this has been a pretty good year, all considering. I finished high school, had a lovely little girl cry and refused to detach myself for most of the summer and fall shut up, I started college, changed my major, got a job, and saw POTC 2 . Other than a kind of steady line of suckage that's not really new, majorly bad things were few and far between, with the worst being my bout with the plague in July. Oh, and having the plague during the initial theater screenings of POTC 2...*tear*

All that, plus a snow day and a hot TA.

It was a good year.

So this is goign to be kind of quick, because of filial duty and all, but I felt as though it's been ages since I updated, and I was quite possibly in danger of losing the three readers I have. And they are, indeed, precious to me and I don't really want to lose them.

Soo000...kind of sat at home this week eating and making occasional runs for new DVDs. Other than that, not a whole lot. Imladris was ill, which was very much of the suck, and Mary was working like a soviet, so I did absolutely nothing terribly interesting. Not that I really mind, because sometimes I'm just like, "Ehhh...no, I wanna stay home."

I'm so interesting.

Worked today. *sticks out tongue* See children? This is why you don't major in political science. You don't want to end up working eight hours on New Years Eve in retail. No, really. The manager helping me out (because the other girl didn't show up...boo) has a bachelors in political science. So he spent four years toiling over courses, and now does exactly the same thing I could be doing in three years (if you don't quit, you're pretty much automatically promoted to management, heh).

Also bought so chick lit, because I felt like it. Meg Cabot---the good stuff. I love plucky, overweight heroines. They make me feel good.

I'm going to go be a good granddaughter, but I promise on unborn Baby Ada that I'll update tomorrow, mmkay???

Hey, don't tell your mom, but I bought you guys some presents. Like the gift of God's love? No, dude, *real* presents!

Hehe. How I Met Your Mother.

So I'm having an excellent day, y'all, and favoring you with a post. So many wonderful, blessed events have occurred, an d it's only 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

One, got to sleep in (yay!!!). Being at work at seven on Saturday, and then having to be up, dressed, and high-heeled by eight-thirty for Mass the past few days has *really* wiped me out.

Two, went to Best Buy to return my superfluous copy of The History of Violence (yay--I got it them!!! *does happy dances*) and bought Friends With Money, which, contrary to what the salesperson told Imladris on Saturday, they totally had and was even facing forward in it's own little display. *sniff* Also got a Van Gogh calender from Borders at half off---whee!!! It was the only one left and not sitting in the place I hid it during work on Saturday (what??? Everybody hides stuff they want until it's on sale.) but I found it and clearly God wanted me to have it.

Three, came home and balanced my checkbook which I've kind of been neglecting for awhile because I've been using my debit card a lot and the fast and easy "just swipe it and put in your PIN" loses something when you have to pull out your checkbook to write the balance down. Usually I do it when I get home, but that's a lot of work. Fortunately, realized that once I return the DVD player I bought that is now rendered completely useless thanks to Mickey and the God's of free DVD players with obscenely expensive but oh-so-pretty HD TVs, I'll have way more money than I thought. Whee!!! Also, I won't have to actually spend any of the money for about six months, as the vast majority of my gifts this year were of the card variety---just how I like them. But we'll get to that later.

Finally, I was bumming around UWM's website totally not using the student directory to find out where hot guys from my classes live and figured I'd check and see if any of my grades are up---and some actually were. I did *way* better than I was figuring halfway through the semester (not that I had any real clue, because we don't get midterm grades). I got a 98% in psych (See!!! I was thinking about more than what to name my kids with the Hot TA---btw, Ada doesn't work. She'd just sound like a 90-year-old Jewish woman), an A in math, quite possibly the best grade I've gotten on anything remotely related to math since middle school, an A- in geography (I was .05% away from an A---what the hell!?!?!?!) and probably a B+ in French. Which, while not being a phenomenal grade by my own standards, sure as hell beats the C I was expecting.

So I'm in a really good mood.

Also in a good mood because I got BLEAK HOUSE!!!! WHEE!!!!!!!!!! I have 475 minutes of BBC/Dickens goodness at my disposal all the freakin' time!!! I was kind of worried, because I didn't see any package that looked like the right size and I was thinking, "How could she have not gotten it? I said it was the best thing to happen to me this year! I did everything but order it myself!!! GAH!!!", but I did get it and how I'm very pleased.

Also got some lovely DVDs- some the same DVD, thank you all, I adore them-(Thank You For Smoking!!!YAY!!!), a book about a schizophrenic Greek princess, some post-cards to put up on my bulletin board, and bunches of gift cards to all of my favorite places. My wallet will barely close, but I don't care. I love them. *squee*

But Mickey went a teensy bit crazy and started giving me gifts that were addressed to different people, but they were all me (Lupe, Ad manager, etc.). I was kind of surprised there wasn't one to The Blond in the Corner Trying to Keep Her Skirt In a Decent Position Whilst Being Banished To the Floor Once Again.

Also, all hail the Holy Pumps (sister to the Holy Slingbacks)...


Aren't they lovely??? I love them. They are my squishy.




Colleen got a Baby Mumble doll that dances, and she is entertained immensely by it.



And of couse, dinner by Culinarily Gifted Spawn of Mickey was fantastic, even if I kind of didn't understand what I was eating. I think that's okay, frankly, because it was lovley just the same.


So I'm going to go eat leftovers of pumpkind pie and then probably fall asleep watching a DVD. Oh, it's gonna be a good vacation...

Requiem for a DVD player

*sigh*

My faithful friend that got me through either three or four (can't remember which birthday I got it for---15 or 16) and a half years is dead. Dead. Won't play anything, wasting space on my shelf, making the 200 DVDs carefully organized according to degree of worship standing next to it completely obsolete dead.

Not good.

Because clearly what I needed in this season of the release of every major DVD/box set I've ever wanted and Christmas gifts and an expensive haircut and oh yeah THREE THOUSAND FREAKIN' DOLLARS for an eighth of a practically worthless piece of paper that will qualify you to do absolutely freakin' nothing from a school who's name doesn't even make sense (Letters and Sciences? What the hell does that even mean???) I needed an excuse to spend fifty bucks on another electronic.

But in between a finals and a stop at Pick and Save for cookie adornments, I went to Target and bought one because the last twelve hours without any entertainment whatsoever have been killing me, and it's now in a box waiting for Daddy to set up because I am Teh Hopelessness when it comes to anything that plugs in.

Also, I desperately need to watch Little Miss Sunshine on DVD.

However, I am not, as previously assumed, Teh Hopelessness in the kitchen. Well, I mean, I probably still am, but I spent three and a half hours today making Christmas cookies, all of which are mine and mine alone, because something did not notify the Patriarch of the family that I hold the copyright for Mexican Wedding Cakes and he made them instead, I don't really care, because they are Teh Awesomeness, and I was forced to go though the Betty Crocker Christmas Cookbook last night and come up with my "own" recipes.

I did quite well. Something called a sparkle cookie, which is pretty much just a sugar cookie rolled in colored sugar, spice cookies with frosting, chocolate bon bon cookies (without the nuts, so I guess they're just chocolate) with vanilla frosting and sprinkles, and the ever popular spritz. Oh, and my fudge, which I don't think anyone really eats but I really like to make.

Everything else went swimmingly, but since last year we have somehow managed to lose a critical component of the spritz machine in our completely impractical and now probably mouse infested corner cabinet (seriously, what were you thinking with that?). Like the part that screws on the top to keep the metal thing on. Important. So I was forced to use the hideously shit-colored brown thing that my parents probably got for a wedding gift and was still in the box that had inexplicably made the move and ended up with a prime piece of real estate in our completely impractical corner cabinet.

Just an update: I thought the '70s were the worst decade for home decor, what with all the furriness. No longer true---the '80s with all their yuppiness and puke-colored appliances were definitely worse.

Also, this machine sounded like a dying baby.

I'm not making that up.

So, I haven't exactly been a beacon of personal care today. Got up at quarter to six, which is an hour when no one should have to get up because there is nothing worthy that you could possibly accomplish before seven o'clock so you might as well just stay asleep.

But when you have a math final with probability (*spat*) at seven freakin' thirty, sadly, you must. And then you find yourself sitting in the coffee shop at eight thirty not entirely able to remember how you go to campus or took that exam or what time it is exactly and it's a very strange world when you've been up for three hours by eight-thirty.

So one left. *happy dances*

Also, I've had a skim mocha and Christmas cookies today. Not kidding. That's it. Not good.

Don't care, though, because some wonderful Grobie sent me Josh's two new songs on some Hallmark CD that I'd never heard of that doesn't come out until January, and it's probably totally illegal but I don't care because they're on my iPod now and you can't take them away from me!!! Damn, that boy's damaged.



Next major project? Wrapping presents. Love to do that. Maybe I'll do it tomorrow.
Two major happiness notes: 1.) I'm finished with math for the rest of my life. Choirs of angels are singing *right now*

Also, CBS is rerunning the Christmas episode of How I Met Your Mother, which is quite possibly one of the funniest I've seen in quite a while.

Have a good day!!!

My Inner Pop Culture Whore is also a End of the Year Top 10 List Whore.

Shhh. Don't tell anyone. She's kind of embarrassed. But she will sit and watch VH1 for pretty much all of December.

Also, she doesn't really feel like studying or cleaning, which is pretty much all she has to do today before five thirty. Oh the joys of exam week.

So, without further ado, her top 10 15 favorite movies of 2006, including ones that she saw on DVD for the first time in 2006. Don't worry, she only does recent ones, though. For instance, she recently viewed Newsies (1994) and while it definately deserves a place on her favorite movies of all time list, it does not get one on the '06 list. Even though it kind of deserves it. But she digresses...

In a very particular order...

15.) A History of Violence~ Viggo Mortensen being a mobster. This is enough to get her to watch the entire movie many, many times. She wants the DVD desperately (last minute Christmas gifts, anyone???). Also, That Guy Who Is In Everything playing his brother was quite good.

14.) Friends With Money~ Okay. The pot and vibrator gags aside, this was a very good movie in that indie kill-an-afternoon kind of way. I loved it. I wonder if anyone has the DVD for cheap?

13.) Inside Man~ Another movie I didn't want to go see and Imladris insisted and it turns out to be a favorite. And, in a surprisingly show of emotional maturity on my part, *not* just because of Clive Owen. Not that much emotional maturity, because he's still pretty damn sexy, but he's not the only reason. It's one of those movies that you kind of forget you loved, or even saw, and then you remember and you're like "Damn!!! That was a great movie!!!"

12.) Walk the Line~ Yes, I've totally used this before, but half of me would be scared to run into Joaquin Phoenix in a dark alley, and the other half really, really wants to. Really. Also, snaps for newly single Reese who totally deserved the Oscar and how much did we love her dress???

11.) Good Night and Good Luck~ One of the very few good and memorable things to come out of my American government class last semester. Very good in a quiet kind of way. Also, we heart George Clooney.

10.) Stranger Than Fiction~ I was reading something about this in the paper the other day, and the columnist said that this was one of his favorite movies of the year, but it was one he wasn't even sure he liked until the end. And I completely agree---it was kind of depressing for awhile there, but when it was over, I really, really was glad I went.

9.) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest~ Okay. I know. You're all going to comment about how my devotion is failing and what not, but I really do have a good reason for putting it so low on the list. First, let it be known that known that, as a sequel to POTC and a Johnny movie, this could not get any closer to my heart. However, as a movie, well, it kind of pales in comparison to the first one, or any other movie on the list. I didn't notice it in theaters, probably because I was all "GAH!!!! JOHNNY!!!!!!! POTC 2!!!!! GAH!!!!!!" all through them, but when we watched it again on DVD a couple weeks ago...well, I kind of got very confused. What was the point of the island? And why didn't Jack follow through with the 99 souls thing? And what the hell was up with Elizabeth bringing the horniness? Seriously. Down, girl.

But I still love it, and I still can't wait for May 2007. *squee*

8.) Marie Antoinette~ Yes, I realize that it made about six bucks. And that the blessing before sex is majorly skeevy. And that Mary will never be the same again. But I really, really liked it. Can't wait until it's on DVD.

7.) Casino Royale~ Two words: Bond ass. Go see it.

6.) Thank You For Smoking ~ One of the most hilarious movies that I've ever seen and if I could remember a single quote or funny line I'd tell you, but sadly I cannot. Still, awesome movie.

5.) The Devil Wears Prada~ I cannot say enough good things about this movie, even if the message of "Lose weight and sell your soul and get to wear pretty clothes" kind of sucks. It's still awesome. And read the book (now available in mass market paperback for only $7.99---run to your bookseller now!!!)

4.) Capote~ I'm not a real In Cold Blood kind of girl. In fact, I read the book and couldn't sleep for three days because I was convinced somebody was going to kill me over $16. But this was, quite possibly, the best film of 2005, and it's only #4 because I saw it in 2006 with so many other good movies! The true test of my devotion? I bought the DVD after it was on sale for being new but before it was on sale for being old. Paid full price. Can't remember the last time I did that.

3.) The Prestige~ Unquestionably one of my favorite movies this year. Christian Bale, Hugh Jackman, and Michael Caine. You cannot possibly get a bad movie out of that cast. And it wasn't even a bad movie---it was really good!!! And it's coming to DVD on February 20th. *does insanely happy dances*

2.) Little Miss Sunshine~ A quest to get Colleen carded on the day after she turned 17 was a bust. But the movie that we saw was completely awesome. It is a travesty that Steve Carrell didn't get a Golden Globe nomination for this. TRAVESTY, I tell you!!!

1.) The Queen~ There are very few movies I will see at night when prices are highest. There are even fewer that I will see at an unfamiliar theater where I have to wait in line and listen to the mayor ramble about what a great city this is. Fewer still will I miss a new episode of CSI for. This was one of them. I don't even know how to describe what I loved so much about it (well, Helen Mirren was a big part of it) but I completely and totally fell in love with it. If you can find it in a theater, I highly suggest going.

So, back to reality where dirty dishes and conjugations of -er verbs await. Comment, please...

Who moved all of our decorations? And what is Santa doing to that elf?!?!?!

Imladris, why aren't you commenting???

Oh the weather outside is...actually, pretty nice. Freakishly nice, really. Bright, sunny, and fifty degrees. God bless global warming. But only if Al Gore will stop his whining about it. Because that is just getting really, really annoying.

Also, God bless book buyback, because my checking account is now smiling happily rather than scrounging for crumbs on the floor of the bank or wherever else a checkbook would eat, as it was before. So now I have sixty dollars to remember Russian and geography by, which is a rather good deal, n'est pas? Sadly, I have to keep my French book. *sigh*

So geography final---well, it was a final. And now it's over. And I never have to go back to that class again praise the Lord. And there were fifteen extra credit points available, all involving writing which is my ace in the hole. Except I forgot one of the pillars of Islam and just did the little, "They have five pillars, including... ". Works every time. They don't know I forgot Ramadan. Maybe I just thought it was less important. Also, using big words confuses the TAs. They get dizzy easily.

The last one honestly asked about the enivronmental costs to the Russian domain due to heavy industrialization. "Chernobyl. Duh." sounded flippant, so we did a little more than that. Not much, because I really wanted to get out of there and get a pretzel.

I did get out of there and got a pretzel with Mary, and it was lovely. We considered having a ceremonial bonfire and getting rid of the notes. Cathartic. And also, we're kind of pyromanicas a little bit.



Daddy's baking Christmas cookies as we speak. Yay!!! I was just thinking how we have nothing good in the house for desert because someone who shall remain nameless used my brownies to subliment his/her rage at . And now they're all gone. *sigh* But now we do. So snaps for Daddy.

My family is so weird. We 0nly know how to make like three kinds of cookies, but we're all fiercely protective of our individual right to back those three cookies, and so we end up with like four different sets of these three kinds of cookies, every single year. Except I'm the only one who makes Mexican Wedding Cakes.

Author's Note: Love the cookie and all, but what kind of lame-ass wedding cakes do they have in Mexico??? It's flour, sugar, and water dropped onto a pan. Boring.

Also, I think my dad, Colleen, and I all do different spritz cookie batches, because those are just so much fun, and a bitch to clean. And I know that we end up with at least three batches of cutouts, and possibly a batch for John as well (at his request, there is no more The Boy at least out loud

Le anyhoodles, I don't know when I'll have time to do my cookies. Probably next week, because once I get French out of the way I'm pretty much finished studying. I don't know why I bake cookies, because I have negative domestic talent, and don't particularly like cooking, and I really don't like cleaning up after people especially myself if I've made a huge mess, so it seems rather like a masochistic endeavor to me, but, dammit, I do it every year. So I will be making Mexican Wedding Cakes (copyright: me), cutouts with pretty glaze, spritz that look more like green blobs than anything holiday related, and my fudge. Which is reknowned all over...um...the living room.



Major entertainment news yesterday, y'all; Golden Globe noms released. I love it when they announce nominations, because I get all excited and start picking who I want to win and all...awards season almost puts me over the edge. As usualy, however, the HFPA refused to call me for my input, and thus there are several acceptable and unacceptable items that I feel deserve commenting on...


Acceptable Item #1.) JOHNNY!!!!11!!!! OMG JOHNNY!!!!!!!!!!


Acceptable Item #2.) *ahem* *deep breaths* Obviously, for religious reasons, I must support Johnny above all others, but I love like three of the best actor-comedy guys!!! Thank You For Smoking was freakin' hilarious, and I love Will Ferrell like whoa. And Borat guy is funny (his real name is too long).


Acceptable Item #3.) Helen Mirren is rolling around naked in all of her nominations. While this is a nausea-inducing thought, I'm happy for her, because I love and adore her like a real queen. Which I don't have, because somewhere along the line my ancestors in spirit (my real ones were toiling in eastern Europe probably under the oppressive regime du jour, because that all eastern Europe really knows how to do, but just go with me here) decided that some damn tax was too much to pay for pretty dresses, pretty accents, and pretty monarchy. Whatevs.


Also consider that she is nominated for playing both Queen Elizabeths in the same year.


Acceptable Item #4.) Meryl Streep, with all her bleeding-heartness, completely deserves this award and definately even deserves an Oscar nod. And I watched the whole movie again last night, and it was really good. I love it.


Acceptable Item #5.) The Office and Ugly Betty up for best comedy series. Two of the best comedy series I've seen in a long time, and they completely deserve it. Again, I know who I'm rooting for, but my loyalties are somewhat divided...


Unacceptable Item #1.) Um, excuse me, but where is Steve Carrell's nomination for Little Miss Sunshine? Did I get an incomplete copy?


Unacceptable Item #2.) Helen Mirren has to beat *gasp* herself to win the award! No! Did anyone really watcht he PBS thing? I wanted to, but it was like four hours long!!! She had The Queen, and Elizabeth I, and I think they should have left it at that.

Unacceptable Item #3.) Seriously, Brad Pitt? What the hell???


Unacceptable Item #4.) Only a nom for Gillian Anderson for Bleak House. Totally deserved and all, but Esther deserved one too. *sniff*


Unacceptable Item #5.) WHY DOES NO ONE SHOW MY CSI'S ANY LOVE!?!?!?! Gah. Cretins.

So Ojava posed a query on his blog that I found rather intersting and embarrassing, all at the same time. What is on your iPod? Or CDs or whatever it is that you listen to frequently, for those readers without one.

I started scrolling through mine, and realized that I am, in fact, a huge dork. Not many places can you find solid gold '90s pop next to Beethoven's 9th, but not many places are my playlist. So, rather than competely humiliate myself, I decided to list the top eleven most played songs on my iPod this year. Keep in mind that this year encompassed graduation, making me feel rather sentimental which is probably responsible for the reprehensible choice of #7. I'd like to state for the record that I am not, in fact, a Ryan Cabrera fan. *shivers*

Also, I'll explain why there are eleven when I get there.

11.) Requiem Aeternum, W.A. Mozart

10.) The Riddle, Five for Fighting

9.) Suddenly I See, KT Tunstall

8.) My December, Josh Groban

7.) I Will Remember You, Ryan *chokes* Cabrera

6.) Numbe/Encore, Jay-Z and Linkin Park

5.) Baba O'Riley, The Who

4.) Wake Me Up When September Ends, Green Day

3.) It's My Life, Bon Jovi

2.) Holiday, Green Day

and finally, with an astounding 110 replays, Number 1 is through no fault of my own and is only on here because Imladris steals my iPod and works out with it...and this is a catchy, upbeat tune.

1.) Jerk It Out, Caesars

So? What's on your iPod or playlist?

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells

Time to be completely politically incorrect, okay? So anyone who's easily offended, please leave the site now.

*ahem*

So in the interest of continuing the absolutely hi-larious Christmas Carols for the mentally disturbed that Colleen was talking about last night, I give you this nugget from freakishly-early psychology discussion this morning. Hot TA (what? He's back to being hot---he gave me credit for my assignments) told us about this e-mail he got that was supposed to be an answering machine recording for a psychological clinic. "Thank you for calling. If you are obsessive compulsive, keep pressing #1. If you have multiple personality disorder, press #2, #3, and #4. If you are paranoid schizophrenic, don't worry, we know where you are and we're coming to get you.

It made my morning.

I give you---*drum roll* The Lance Bass I'm Gay Icon...

Thank you, thank you---I've been trying for months to get it to work. *sigh* I've just realized why I don't have a relationship...

*ahem*

So, a couple of major emotional maturity moments today, which I'm sure you're all on the edges of your seats to hear about. First, classes of my first semester of real college officially ended. Second, I finally made myself take my Concordia student ID out of my wallet. Yes it's been six months. What? I liked it there. Leave me alone.

Also, received the tuition bill in the mail. Want to die. But not before I come up with three thousand dollars in three weeks.

Seriously---taking applications for the position of rich guy who wants to pay for me. Yes, I realize that sounds a lot like prostitution, and it kind of is. I don't care any more.


Went out for coffee with Kate and Mary and Ben today---funness. I know I've said this before, but pumpkin spice lattes are quite possibly God's gift to us to make up for all that fire and brimstone Old Testemant stuff. If so, I accept.

And it appears that racer chick deems it her perogative to leave out major things from her vacation stories. *sniff*


So, in a feat of terrifying boredom, I watched those Librarian movies that were on TNT last week. Other than proving, once again, and Noah Wyle=unbelievably good-looking, especially when wet, they were quite good. I liked the first one more, and not just because it gave me a total chick fight between that DNA chick from CSI:NY and the Asian hottie who shows up periodically to flirt with Danny. And, inexplicably, Jane Curtin of SNL fame, and Bob Newhart. Que est-ce que c'est?

And a Bleak House icon, just 'cuz I feel like it. And I am hoping to get it for Christmas. *hinthintnudgenudge*

Yeah, he started bugging me, so I spiked his tea with codeine.

Oh, loved the Christmas episode of How I Met Your Mother. Of course, I love everything having to do with that show and would, in fact, marry the dude who plays Ted just so I could be kinda connected to it. Hell, I'd marry Neil Patrick Harris. Or maybe I'll have Colleen marry him. She doesn't like to be touched.

Okay, now I'm going to write about the painful experience where I was forced to sleep in the same bed as my sister hostel-style and yes I realize that sounded kind of unholy, but it was kind of unholy Galena, but first, my cloud.

It is, quite simply, a cloud that looks like England. And Wales. And Ireland. And even Greenland is up there. Isn't it pretty??? This may or may not have been when Imladris wondered why the moon was out so late in the day before she realized it was, in fact, the sun. *snickers*

This was right before the wind shifted and Wales declared independence.

So, Galena. Lovely, really. Did lots of eating and consequently feel like a moose, but that's okay. Got a lovely Italy shirt much like my "espresso" one that did not, as I had hoped, drum up tips but rather drummed up the number of people staring at my chest because it was suddenly all bright and sparkly. Humph.

Love Galena. It deserves a place in the Empress's official realm.

Beginning of finals. *scary music plays* Mary's away message says, "Final 1, Part 1: Damn the French". I was quite amused.

So I have an oral exam ina couple of hours, and frankly have a headache at the thought of how badly I'm going to do at it. *sigh* I can't wait before this is over and I can leave. And sell my books, because my checking account is dangerously low, y'all. Seriously.

Also finally switched over to the new blogger---blogger beta. After testing it with a fake blog, of course, because once you switch over, you can't go back. But I liked it, and now I have fun little tags, too, like LJ. So if you, say, needed to know when I rambled about Johnny Depp or the current British royal family, or indeed even any previous British royal family, you could simply click on the tag and find all appropriate entries. How cool for you, huh???

I'm not sure if you'll be able to see it or not, because it's taking quite some time to switch over two years of my wordy crap, but it will be prettier and more streamlined when you do.

Okay. I'm going to go take Tylenol and try saying J'ai mange whatever. Ciao, bella.

All Pirates, all the time.

*trumpets sound*


My Captian Jack bobblehead, purchased for only $9.99 of my father's money at Best Buy. Really, employer loyalty aside, Best Buy is the place to buy your electronics. For simply buy any POTC 2 DVD they offered me a bonus disc and the opportunity to purchase this lovely resin figure for cheap. I love them.

*ahem*

The reason this wasn't up yesterday is that Imladris has highjacked my camera, and my phone wasn't letting me send pictures annoying electronic device that it is. But I've forgiven it.

Isn't he adorable?!?!?! I didn't want to got to geography---I wanted to play with my bobblehead!!! And really, what about Russian can they tell me???

And French...well, there hasn't been a day since September when I've wanted to go, so Bobble-head Johnny didn't really have anything to do with that.

Le anyhoodles, because of the joyous deliverence of the Pirates 2 DVD upon us by the gods, all of your icons today will be of the Bruckheimer variety, and for once we'll leave the CSI's alone.

So now I can watch the Trifecta of Hotness swordfight over and over and over again at my discretion, which clearly is worth almost any price Disney could have placed up on this glorious disc.

In real life, I had my last geography discussion today---woot woot. And we got to do the little TA evaluation thingy, which was infinately satisfying. Except when it asked me to rate the class I thought putting down "Quite possibly the worst experience of my life. Mind-numbingly dull. Made me want to kill myself by 11:30 every Wednesday. I hate my life." would be a teensy bit too much information, so I just gave it a one.

Meanwhile, I have exactly one week left of classes, which is prompting me to open an imaginary bottle of champagne (it would be real but we don't have one, and well, it's 2:30 in the afternoon. My parents are pretty cool, but they generally don't like us getting drunk in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon.) and do happy dances in my head (also, I'm not terribly athletic). And next week should be quite easy---only have French one day (which one is still up in the air thanks to Frenchie's crack organizational skills), and no geography discussion. God loves me. He really, really does.

Further proof that God loves me. Or, I guess, it would be bigger proof if God had him dump his cold, bitchy-looking wife and move to Chicago or something where I could conceivably have a chance to meet, marry, and bear his adorable and cutely named children (Davenport goes with everything). *ahem* Not that I've thought about this a lot. Why? What have you heard?

You know who's not going to be moving to Chicago? Jennifer Aniston. *sigh* I liked them. Now her eggs are just going to rot. Girl is not getting any younger, and what with Brad and his startling fecundity and all, she must be getting depressed.

Witness the death of a Lost Viewer, yours truly. I'm sorry, but Lost has screwed with me quite enough. And when you go up against CSI:NY (see, there is no way I can get through a post without talking about it...), you have gone too far. They will heretofor be relegated to being taped on my crappy VCR which means I will probably only get to see one out of every two or three episodes because all electronics hate me and want me to die. *sigh* It was a good two and a half years, Lost. I'll miss you.

Anyhoodles, I have to go do something amazingly fun like clean out the microwave. Apparently, our diet consists mainly of exploding red meats. Ciao.

And the villagers rejoice...

Okay. First, this is my much-maligned-by-Imladris bitch ornament. It is a baby Jesus wrapped festivly in a gold sparkly pipe cleaner which are, I'm sorry, the height of artistic sophistication at five. It is not, in fact, a Barbie Doll strung up with a wire.

And I did have a lisp, but it's gone now. *sniff*

I think it's cute. And I simply had to expose Imladris for the bitch artistic philistine that she is.

And this is my Christmas tree.

I realize that no one really cares what my Christmas tree looks like, but I think it's pretty. And it's my blog.

On to the villagers rejoicing part of the post---

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

*is dead*

*doesn't care*

The Boy should not read the comments on that post, because frankly they're disgusting me a little bit even if I do agree with them kinda shut up

Also, I'm very hungry. Going to go eat now.

Euphoric Snow-Induced Blogging

It's a good day children, a very good day. Of course, I made it a snow day long before my actual place of education did, pretty much when I learned that Imladris was off and clearly it would be unacceptable to leave my warm fuzzy bed for the harsh winds of the park and ride.

So missed math, which is useless (baby math---not even the real stuff), and a psychology discussion where we would have undoubtedly had a long and colorful discussion about OCD while I listen to the asinine comments from the girl who sits next to me who steals regularly (not just like off the internet- but real stealing), and trying not to stare at the guy's earlobe that she's talking to because he's wearing one of those earrings that stretches out the skin so there's this huge hole. And all of this is only offset by the fact that the TA is moderately hot, and getting less and less so the longer he refuses to put my grades up on the internet. I didn't really feeling like risking life and limb to take my chances with the transit system.

Well, and I really wanted to stay home.

Of course, long after I decided to make it a snow day, so did UWM. Which erased all of my non-guilt, thus freeing me to enjoy all that snow days have to offer.



Because the glory of a snow day is that it offers precisely nothing. You have nothing to do. You can't really leave the house. There's not reason to do homework because chances are you didn't see the snow day coming and if you did and put off your work then you're just lazy and deserve it anyway. You don't feel the need to do anything particularly intellectually stimulating. You just kind of hang out.

I have accomplished the following things today: watched The View, watched Will and Grace, watched my ABC shows from last night, read People magazine, ate lunch, and watched an entire disc of Boston Legal. It's been a good day.


BTW, second season of Boston Legal on DVD now, and it was quite worth the forty-five dollars I spend on it. I don't even feel cheated this time, because it has 27 episodes and seven disks. Unlike last year, when I spent forty for 17 episodes---bugger bugger bugger. And please nobody say that I wasn't forced into buying these, because my Inner Legal Dramedy Whore made me do it. She's an insistent little bugger sometimes. She is also the one researching law schools online in the hopes that one of them will offer an internship at Crane, Poole, and Schmidt and plugging her ears everytime her mother insists that dammit, the real practice of law isn't like that and your father had to push me out the car every morning and I HATED IT!!! *sigh*

But my Inner Legal Dramedy Whore insists that anybody who can make beastiality funny deserves her forty-five dollars. (See Episode 2.7 Truly, Madly, Deeply). Even though she's not working for it.

That's okay, because the rest of me was quite happy at work last night (well, except for the part when Erin told me about all the different things you can borrow from your roommate in a pinch; like clothes, shoes, hair bands, and various other things that should be sold in brown bags and are not spoken about in polite company---remember that episode of Friends with Rachel and Monica racing for the bathroom...yeah), because they played Josh' O Holy Night!!! I love that song. When we get married I'm going to make him do a Christmas CD, no matter how much he doesn't want to.

So I was kind of smiling madly and probably scared Newbie, but hey, it was only a matter of time, right?

Between the eating of the Hershey's kisses Imladris purchased for her secret santa and the overdosing of ABC dramas, I have also been reading the imdb boards for The Nativity Story, and laughing out loud at many of the posts.

Okay. I have bigger things to worry about than the fact that Keisha Castle-Hughes was *gasp* a stupid teenager with too much money and time on her hands and got herself knocked up by her adult boyfriend, but do not try to tell me that she couldn't attend the premiere at the Vatican because of her busy filming schedule. Girl's been in four movies. *snickers*

Also, the atheist v. Catholic debates are quite humorous. Because they start out all normal and with full sentences and by the third or fourth reply it's denigrated into "You SUCK!!!" and "OH NO YOU DI'INT!" and "FREAKING RETARD", and my personal favorite, "SHE'S NOT MARRYED."

Hehe. Stupid people crack me up.

Going to go get more chocolate.

Hey, nice shirt, Ted. Is it yesterday already?

My Inner Pop Culture Blogging Whore is a teensy bit disappointed in herself. She has ignored her other blog, and updated this one less frequently than Angelina adopts a new underprivledged baby. She humbly requests your forgiveness.

I realize that the blogging has been sporadic at best this semester (made painfully evident by the fact that when I look back at the "Previous Entries" thingy I can still select the first entry I made this year...), but in 11 days I'll be finished with the semester. And then it's all blogging, all the time. *does snoopy dances before Lupe stops her*

This close of my first semester of real college does lend itself rather well to major panic attack like symptoms that leave me curled up in the fetal position on the floor because OH MY GOD I ONLY HAVE SEVEN SEMESTERS LEFT WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT MEDIA STUDIES MEANS. DOES ANYBODY KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS???

*ahem*

Oh, and Little Miss NASCAR and I have realized that when we graduate, we'll have exactly the same degrees. We then realized that that was weird, and have decided that we seriously need to expand our social circles.

Only kidding.

Also, in 12 days I'll be able to sleep in. Which is completely unacceptable and I'm trying to forget about.

(This is not counting the two nights in Galena where Imladris and I are forced almost at gunpoint to share a glorified twin bed, which are always incredibly restful. *snorts*)

We've moved into the psychological disorders chapter in psychology. This, frankly, has proven to be a disappointment. Say whatever you want about me, but I admit that I love scandal. I was hoping for some weird fantasies, fetishes, or- dare I hope- even a little incest. Alas, that guy who wrote in to Dear Abby a couple years ago who was in love with his stepdaughter and liked looking her feet or something weird like that is nowhere to be found.

Instead I got OCD, depression, and general anxiety disorders. If I'd wanted to deal with those I'd just have stayed home. (Ha! *ahem* Sorry.)

I'm thinking of writing a letter to the textbook editor. Clearly he dropped the ball on this one.

There's a sign up in the breakroom about how we (meaning the company I work for) have decided to carry O.J. almost-new book as a service to our customers, but we will not promote it or profit from it. And then someone scrawled "DON'T WORRY CANCELLED" in very relived big letters all over it. Hehe.

I got a gift card at work for customer service. Obviously they don't read this blog. Heh.

Also, I'd like to openly threaten whoever decided that we should listen to Beethoven's ENTIRE Ninth Symphony at work on Saturday on repeat. And not just the pretty part that everybody knows, but the you-know-she's-gotta-be-huge-with-those-lungs screeching in German part that I fastforward through on my iPod. (That is if I could make myself take Awake off of rotation, which I can't yet. Shut up I'm normal.

I suppose it's better than when I had to listen to Evanesence's latest on loop for seven hours. I was ready to stick my hand in the pizza oven just because the sound of sizzling flesh would perhaps drown out Amy Lee's plaintative wailing about someone dying/leaving her/being drunk (Call Me When You're Sober? Oh Amy darling, have we fallen on hard times???).

Had major number of movie experiences this past couple of days, both at the theater and at home, and they cannot all simply pass into oblivion without mention.

First, new Bond. Oh. My. He's fantastic. So what if he has a daughter that's about five years younger than me and WHAT OH SHIT HE LIVED WITH THE WHORE FROM LOVE ACTUALLY!?!?!?!?!?! THE THE NECKLACE IS MINE BITCH ONE?!??!?!?!?!?!?! BITCH MUST DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!!

*stops breathing*

Actually, the previous rant is a perfect lead in to my next movie, which was the annual holiday viewing of Love Actually that Imladris and I conducted this weekend. However, we mostly just yelled random stuff at the screen and laughed about the Neesons getting all up in each other sagginess.

I love how Emma Thompson is all haggard suburban housewife who's stuck making a paper mache lobster head and shuttling the kids around to whatever little British brats do instead of soccer while her husband is cheating on her with Bond's little tart and then like an hour in the writers are like, oh, and she's the Prime Minister's sister. What?

What else? Oh, finally saw Stranger Than Fiction. It was good. Not as good as I thought it would be, and felt way longer than the 103 minutes it was, but still good.

And on Sunday night Disney Channel ran the next American Girl movie, Molly. I love Molly. She was my second doll, and she was always my special one because Colleen thought she was ugly with the glasses and didn't want her (Wow. Kids *can* be cruel.). Disney, however, decided to make her Dad Jewish and screwed up the ending that is my favorite part of the entire series and still makes me cry. Shut up. *sigh*

Mary and I have decided that Kirsten or Kit will be next, because they are the most likely to have doll friends that need to be pimped out by Mattel.

Don't really feel like linking today, but Kid Rock and Pamela Anderson broke up. Let's light a candle and pray, children.

And I'd just like to pose an open question, but it seems as though all I've seen recently are pictures of Britney Spears out partying with some random hot person, and I'm starting to wonder where the hell her newborn and 15-month-old are. As if they don't have enough problems already.

Post Pre-Sale Update

Boo-yah. I'm going to see Josh in 96 days. On the floor. First section. That's right. My world makes sense again. It did not, however, make much sense when I was trying to get into the site (which had crashed) and was trying to stave off a nervous breakdown (didn't really work) and turned to lots and lots of coffee and chocolate chip cookies and swearing to calm self down (I believe I told my little brother to shove his video game system up his ass...I think).

But all is well, and I have tickets. Yay!!!


What else to talk about? School sucks, work kind of sucks, and I'm dying of a cold. I don't have time for a cold. So I am instead preferring to self-medicate, and spend half an hour in the aisle at Target trying to figure out which would be better, NyQuil sans decongestant or Robitussen with decongestant but without the comfortable familiarity of my beloved NyQuil. In the end, we decided that being decongested was more important than brand loyalty, and went with the Robitussen, which promises nighttime relief of all of my symptoms and indeed many more.

But for now we're doing the DayQuil/allergy medication/cough drops/whatever else I grabbed from the cabinet, and am in a lovely hazy sort of runny-nosed stupor. Meanwhile, I haven't eaten since eight-thirty, I'm not hungry, and colors seem so much brighter...

Tee-hee. Sharpies. I love shapries. We have now used them to color in the dents in the furniture. Really, we're not white trash. But sometimes your entertainment center needs a little bit of sprucing up after seven years of abuse from a a Lego-weilding pre-teen.

I like Sharpies more than people right now. I had to work last night, which was okay because at least we were busy, which is a startlingly different sort of feeling. But apparently, rather than advertising live music, we put out a flyer inviting every bitch in the county to come on in.

Bitch #1 ordered a half pound of beans and was irate when I informed her that we only sold them in the little bags and there wasn't really anything I could do about that. She then returned her cappuccino because it was too watery (there is no water in a cappuccino) and demanded another one.

Bitch #2 asked for a definition of every single item on the board and made sure that I knew she liked sweet drinks before finally settling on an egg nog latte. I made sure she knew this was just a latte made with egg nog, thus it might not be sweet enough for her. She said she knew that. So I made the drink.

Well, this was, of course, not correct. "What kind of milk did you use?" "Whole and egg nog." "Oh. Don't you have soy? I'm lactose intolerant."

How, pray tell, the hell was I supposed to know that??? So I informed her that the egg nog (which comprised half of the milk, btw) was also milk moron. She said that wasn't enough to irritate her (???) and that I should also put in extra shots of vanilla. Now, both soy and vanilla cost extra, and she refused to return the drink she didn't want, and gave it to her husband. So they had like four dollars worth of stuff that they didn't pay for. I didn't really care, because I totally just wanted them to get the hell out of there.

But then I finish the drink (the soy and vanilla one), and she demands that I put extra vanilla in her husband's drink (the one that I just let them have).

No. So I told them very politely that there was no way I'd be allowed to do that and perhaps they should just go...*ahem*. Grrr. People bug me.

And then today I had one customer the first two hours. And made .81 in tips. Which I left there because I really, really wanted to leave. *sigh*

But the opportunity to see my bosses fighting over who was hotter- Daniel Craig or Pierce Brosnan and listing the hottest Bonds was totally worth it. Not terribly intellectually stimulating, but still. :D

I'm going to fail French. *tear*

Pre-Pre-Sale Update

GAH! WHY ARE THEY TRYING TO KILL ME!?!?!?!?! First they keep the pre-sale date from us until Monday freakin' night, then they don't give us the password until last night, and now I have to wait seventy-two minutes to buy tickets to Chicago with every other Grobie between here and Vegas. I already have an ulcer. But it's going to rupture. *headdesk*

Yes, children, you will probably notice that it is 8:48 am, and I am writing instead of in my math review for an exam what? this is important too class. That is because today is a high holy day, and being home to buy tickets was clearly more important than learning about how we use Kruskall's Method to find a minimal spanning tree to solve a problem that I'm fairly certain I will never ever need to solve after Friday.

Why can't your mother, who is sitting home online anyway, buy them for you, thus allowing you to continue in your pursuit of higher education? The reasons for that are quite clear as well, 1.)higher education sucks, and 2.) She's not as crazy/devoted as I am.

Did you really think I'd wait until I got home at quarter to two to ask, "Mother dear? Are we going to see Josh this February? Or did the other blood-thirtys horny menopausal rhymes-with-witches beat us out?"

No.

Obviously not.

OMG, they were playing Solo Por Ti at work last night upstairs and not downstairs. Boo.

However, probably not helping my nerves too much by sitting here with eight cups of coffee while sucking down Imladris's allergy prescription. It's frozen outside. How do I still have allergies??? How is that even possible!?!?!?! Grrr.

But, because I'm a teensy bit wired and even a teensy bit more crazy this morning (and how is that different from other mornings? HA! Wow. Seriously need to calm down.) y'all are getting an update.

First, I still have a job. Whee!!!

Second, I finished Anderson Cooper's book, and have decided that he *would* make a perfect sexless husband for Colleen, because of all the major emotional damage and what-not. Plus, he runs into war zones all the time to "try to feel", so he'll probably bite it kinda soon and Colleen will have the inestimable pleasure of wearing one of those really expensive black lace veil thingys to her husband's funeral at some massive New York cathedral while the press gathers round. Oh the fun she will have. This, incidently, is what I hope to accomplish by marrying an almost-corpse.

Incidentally squared, Perfume the book? Omigosh so good!!! Expecting the movie to be even better.

Okay. Kinda going too crazy to sit and blog. Must go find something to clean.

But three final things. *Number one is not appropriate for The Boy*

1.) We got to listen to a song in French yesterday about leaving condoms on the nightstand. And Frenchie totally didn't know that that was what that word meant, and after she looked it up on the internet she refused to believe that was the translation. The alternative? A part of an automobile. Uh-huh. I'm sure this guy left parts of his car on his nightstand. Hehe.

2.) People need to seriously stop taking money out of my tip jar, dammit!!! I don't care if you are three cents short, I worked hard and smiled really widely for those three cents and they are mine, dammit!!! *ahem*

3.) People named George Clooney Sexiest Man Alive. Eh. It's been done.

I wanna color with Josh. *pouts*

Fear not, children, for I am back.

I know you're all thrilled. But lately, if you are not a.) a forensics show with an obscenely hot cast, b.) a pillow, or c.) an advance copy of Awake that I paid thirty six dollars for in order to arrive on time and is still not here yes it is Wednesday thank you for asking, I don't care about you . Really. I'm at the end of my rope. Five weeks exactly. I've already picked out two geography days that I'm clearly not going to be attending (POTC 2 release date and day before Thanksgiving. Who the hell goes to class on the day before Thanksgiving???), and that's making me happy.

(Not as much as the Happy Feet trailer, which I love like whoa and watch occasionally just to perk up.)

So yeah. That's why you haven't had an entry. You all can take that up with your respective therapists at another time.

Meanwhile, I've got serious obsessing to do. I was at Target at eight o'clock yesterday morning because I was convinced that my real copy would not arrive (it hasn't), and I clearly could not lag behind the rest of the world (I couldn't) and needed to secure a copy immediately (I did).

Oh, it's good. I love them all, especially February Song, In Her Eyes, and Now or Never. Lots of English on this one, too, which is disconcerting at first because I'm used to not understanding most of his songs. I think there are three or four Italian songs and then one Spanish one, but the rest are in English. I'm not wasting any time with You Are Loved or Solo Por Ti, because I've been listening to them for a month already and clearly just need to obsess over the new ones.

No, I don't have a problem, thank you very much. *sniff*

He's not doing as much press as I would like, though. I mean, I'd like him to get a talk show just so I could watch him every day, but still. He was on GMA this morning, with his parents (how cute is that???) and he's on Regis and Kelly on Friday. I'd stay home but I have a psychology discussion that's worth points. Tyrants.

Ooh, mail just came. Must go check it.

~~Two Minutes Later~~

GAH!!!!!!! IT CAME!!!!!! *is dead from the joyous happiness* Totally worth spending fifty dollars for an extra song. Pssh.

In other news, I voted for the first time yesterday!!! Except the primary. Doesn't count. And almost everyone I voted for...lost. Oh well. We all knew who was going to be governor. Frankly, I was amazed about the attorney general. Happy, because he was my one winner, but still. And the marriage amendment passed.

Also, our "war on terror" referendum SUCKED. It was practically, "Do you want terrorists to win?" Sheesh. I wanted something concise, like if we should pull the troops out of Iraq. Grandpa got that one, and it send him into such a commitment phobic tizzy that he had to leave it blank. This is the man who has been saying things like, "We'll find those pictures when things settle down," since the Reagan administration. The freaking Soviet Block has settled down since then. I'm pretty sure our family never had to rebuild several nations (not very well *cough*Ukraine*cough*).

And then this morning, Rumsfeld "quit". Hmmm. I'm not saying it has anything to do with the fact that we totally got our asses whupped and now there's a practically literal mob at the White House and Bush is going "Oh, *fine*. Maybe we'll just *talk* about the Iraq thing now, okay?", but I totally am.

Meanwhile over at people.com, it's all Britney all the time. People, please. A little dignity? Says the girl with two different copies of Awake that she won't let out of her sight. *ahem*

We leave you today with a penguin. Have a nice evening. (CSI:NY Spoiler Alert-click and drag: Mac's stepson stalks Stella. Que est-ce???)

A break from your regularly scheduled crazy for a Josh-induced possible schizophrenic break.

GAH!!!! JOSH'S NEW CD IS UP ON FOJG.COM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAPS LOCK CANNOT POSSIBLY EXPRESS MY FANGIRLY JOY!!! I had to delete something called a cookie, which probably didn't help the tenuous relationship we have with electronics in our house, but still. I would have wiped out the harddrive if it let me listen to this six days before the street date. I dont' care. Unless the UPS guy delivers mine early, I will be at Target with bells on at eight o'clock a.m. on Tuesday. I'm thinking about staying home. Seriously. What the hell has geography ever done for me? And French? Please, I changed my major to get away from it. Yep. Will have to do that. Because having to fulfill my civic duty will take up way too much time from the constant Josh-worshipping.

Shit. Real worshipping will take valuable time away from the Josh-worshipping tonight. I have to go to Mass in an hour and twenty minutes, and that's clearly not enough time to have February Song memorized. When they say mortal, exactly how mortal are we talking? No. Bad girl. *sigh* If I plan on c0nverting Josh, I shall have to set a good example for him.

Yes, I'm completely in touch with reality. Why? What have you heard?

*ahem* In order to keep from ending up a puddle of hormones on the floor muttering in broken Italian, we shall move on to other topics, alright???

So, Mousie: 1, Morena and Co.:0

But just you wait, dear mousie. Little do you know, but the next time you try to eat all the food off the little traps you will start to bleed internally, courtesy of Imladris' godfather and his House of Rodent Pain. Mwhahahaha.

Actually, that's kind of sad.

Eh, I'm over it. I'm really sick of having a moustrap in my bedroom. It freaks me out. (On the other hand, things are remarkably cleaner, since I no longer leave piles of moist towels just lying around.


(OMG, he's singing a song called Lullaby and just said, "Hush now baby". He wrote this in Africa while holidng little AIDS babies. I'm ovulating RIGHT NOW- something his last girlfriend was probably biologically incapable of doing. What? I get bitter when I get hormonal. *sniff*)

Watching Under the Tuscan Sun. Okay. I swear to God I've read this book. I remember checking it out from the library, and various people remember seeing me reading it. But the story is completely unfamiliar.

This is very perplexing, as I usually remember everything I've read. In fact, I often remember things that I haven't read if I know the story. Like I've convinced myself I've read The Odyssey. It totally haven't. I barely got through the Iliad, and that was only because of Troy.

So I can invent Homer, but Frances Mayes eludes me? That's disturbing, actually.

Prince Albert calls to set up a weekly lunch. It was a toss between this and "Prince Albert says "Yeeahh, boy!!!"

Also just started Flags of our Fathers, the movie version of which is still only playing in areas of town where they demand the ultimate sacrifice upon walking to your car. *sigh* It's probably one of the best books I've ever read. I was holding back tears on the bus this morning by page 18.

Well, I have remarkably little else to say today. Everybody hurry home from Mass and watch Lost. I know, I know, that's not a good priority. But it has Wicked Hot Desmond!!!!

Karen, I am a lawyer, which means, unlike you, I actually *passed* a bar.

Gah, so much has happened since I updated three weeks ago shut up, so I felt obligated. Well, that and I'm avoiding studying for a geography test that I'm totally going to bomb and don't really care about since I got a 97% on the last one whee!!! Don't flip out, parental units who are mostly paying for this higher education experience, I am actually going to take it seriously, and probably do quite well. Or at least mediocre.

Le anyhoodles, today we have many, many topics to discuss, including but not limited to the final (?) resolution to my academic crisis of faith, Christian Bale hotness, sexual impotence (doesn't have anything to do with Christian Bale, I don't think), and why the liberals should have their crayons taken away.

*ahem*

So French going tres poorly. As in, tres is the only word I really know. (Meanwhile, I can say "My name is..." in Russian till the cows come home!!!) So this morning, for some inexplicable reason, I decided that perhaps the arena of international affairs and their mandatory four semesters of a single foreign language and oh-yeah-you-have-to-totally-kick-ass-at-it-too thing wasn't, in fact, my life's calling. This led to a slight mental breakdown, since it has been my life's calling since I decided to marry a diplomat for quite some time now. Still, I recovered long enough to consider criminal justice for about twelve minutes (What? It was early and I was dehydrated and I was thinking about law school. It kinda makes sense. Sorta.). That didn't last long.

But then sometime today I had a total epiphany (probably brought on by the scary confusing French class at noon) and have decided to return to one of my earlier life goals and major in journalism with a focus on media studies, which is sufficiently intelligent to get into law school but sufficiently vague that I could get a job doing something else if I decide sinking a hundred grand into a degree I don't really want to use isn't for me (hey, the sad part is, it could go either way!!!) And- drum roll, please- no foreign language requirement!!! *does snoopy dances*

Also, I've decided on an educational philosphy of screw you all and your little dog too and I'm minoring in art history for no good reason. So there. *sniff*

No icons. Blogger hate.

Someone decided to arm all the bleeding hearts at my school with sidewalk chalk. And they should be shot, because I'm getting incredibly sick of walking over sixteen different "Vote No on November 7th" pleas scrawled all over the ground. Ugh. Honestly. As if anyone would make up their mind based on what some stoner wrote on the sidewalk. All you can talk about all day is how wasted you're going to be come Thursday (no, they don't wait until Friday) and I'm supposed to take your political advice.

Seriously though y'all, the Vote Yes/No debate is probably the only one where I actually agree wholeheartedly with my position (okay, I think they should have separated the two things, so maybe not even that). I'm not crazy about the candidate for governor, and I'm this close to voting for the other guy in the attorney general race, because our guy scares me just a little bit what with his shoot-all-the-foreigners-and-let's-all-conceal-and-carry rhetoric. (My sister's take on the gun control debate? "Wait. Would this mean I couldn't carry a cute little gun in my handbag???" I'm so proud.)

*sigh* The pressures of being politically active.

Picture icon here. It's not, but you should still picture it.

Saw bunches of movies last weekend, and they were all terrific. The Prestige=almsot too much creepy hotnes to handle. We lurves Christian Bale. I'm going to start reading the book now---looks wonderful.

And saw Marie Antoinette on Saturday, which was actually a way better movie than I thought it would be. Scarred Mary for life, though, with all the impotence stuff. She'll never be the same.

OMG, WHAT AM I GOING TO BELIEVE IN NOW!?!?!?! This is worse than the Golden Couple breakup. This was real, man. *tear*

Going to go fend off the mice.

*trumpets sound*

I updated. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, thank you.

The people's princess, mate---you owe me.

Okay. There is a Christian Bale Q&A on AOL News about the Prestige, but in order to watch it I'd have to turn off Josh's new song. Fingers won't click the button. They are telling my central nervous system to go...well, let's just say my fingers aren't using very good language. Okay. Once more. Then I'll watch Christian Bale.

5 Minutes Later~

Managed to turn Josh off long enough to watch it, and it was totally worth it. You know, while I've pledged to have his children, I don't think I've ever actually heard Christian Bale speak in his real voice. It's hot.

Just a couple of things before you can watch it for yourself,

1.) Play dates??? They had PLAY DATES!?!?!? I'm spontaneously ovulating RIGHT NOW. *fans self*

2.) Christian Bale wants to play at kids parties. Oh. Well. You could probably just show up and while the kids might not be impressed, the moms will applaud. And probably spontaneously ovulate.

Just realized that I'm going to see this movie in like twenty minutes, and I have very little idea of what it's actually about. Magic? Magicians? Scarlett Johansson's breasts? I'm very confused.


Finally saw The Queen last night with Imladris and about ten thousand other people. Whatever. It was awesome. Helen Mirren did a great job---after an hour I wasn't even thinking "Eww. Old people sex" anymore!!! And Kate Beckinsale's babydaddy did a good job of portraying Blair, too; albeit a Blair who got a hold of some Rogaine and a tube of Just for Men gel, but whatever. Cherie Blair, however, was a total bitch. But a skinny bitch. Way skinnier than in real life. I guess I'd be okay with them portraying me as a bitch if they had a skinny woman playing me. But I'm pretty shallow.

Loved the Queen Mother, too. She was awesome.

George from Grey's Anatomy is gay. I can't find the article to link. What???

Imladris want's the computor. A bientot.