He's standing there all McGuilty and all he can say is "Meredith, what does this mean"???

He. Grey's Anatomy. Actually a pretty good season opener. Might have to keep watching. Yes, children, this is your long-awaited, much anticipated update, sadly late as I have been obscenely busy with school and TV and laundry (of which, by the way, we produce more than five people ever should). And I have to work seventeen hours this weekend, which is clearly bordering on unacceptable. Grrr. Oh, well. Hopefully I'll be able to get rid of one of my nights this week. I'm so irresponsible. Whatever.

Oh, and I promise to do a whole big-ass premiere week post on my other blog, probably tomorrow. So don't fret.

But there's actually not a whole lot to write about. Because my life is supremely boring. Almost missed the bus on Friday, and had to run. Not fun. I don't like the bus.

Have a French quiz tomorrow, which is lending itself to many, many hyperventillitative fits. Especially since I have absolutely no time to study. I'm going to bring my books to work so I can go over it during lunch, in between eating and using my coupons (which are actually better than my discount) to buy birthday gifts for the Empress's birtday. I love her, but I really want to use as many coupons as I can. I'm so going to fail. And it's causing me to break out. *short, shallow breaths*

How are other classes going, you ask? Pretty well, I think. We've kind of been missing anything to tel me how I'm doing at all, like quizzes. Except in math, where I've gotten perfect quiz scores. Woot woot. I'm so happy for me, because I was seriously shooting for the mininum grade I can get and still move on- a C.

Psych is good, we're still in that basic, scientific stage, and since I'm perfectly clear on how neurons function, I'm pretty much sailing through this part. Test in a week, which is scary, but still.

And geography is quite possibly the most boring class ever. The woman can't speak English, she mispronounces EVERTHING. Protestants was pronounced as protest with an -ants on the end for an hour on Thursday. I wanted to gouge my eyes out with a pencil. I kind of just read other stuff during that class and take notes periodically.

So, altogether, pretty good! :p

HAHAHAHAHAHA. *ahem* Having car troubles, y'all. Had to go pick up the parentals at a random Pick n' Save yesterday after work because the car wouldn't start. But while we were sitting there in the pouring rain it started to work. Yay! Daddy Dearest decided to be brave and drive home, which went well until they slowed way down and I was thinking, "Good lord they're being cautious! It's not that wet..." and then realized that the car had died again. Unbelievably, they were able to coast the whole way home, where the car is now sitting inert in the driveway.

Okay. I should feel badly, because this undoubtedly will cost a ton of money that we really don't need to spend right now, but do you know what this means??? I get to take the pretty car to school until we get it fixed!!! Whee!!!! *does appropriately somber snoopy dances*

Ooh, Elizabeth icons. Pretty. I love that movie. Especially the last part when she's getting all harsh and severe and Barbossingham is watching and being all, "Oh, my little girl's growing up!!!" Thought the choice of putting Mozart's Requiem Aeternam as the background music was inspired, too.

Speaking of Elizabeth I movies, I've been watching, appropriately, Elizabeth I in ten minute incrimants while I fold laundry and such. And it is awesome. The Earl of Essex just knocked up some random lady in waiting and Bess went absolutely batshit crazy, yelling and screaming and hitting and running and then made them get married so there. Hehehe.

Although four hours of Helen Mirren getting it on with Orlando Bloom's kid brother is infinately disturbing.

Hehe, I like to think that this is my sister and I when we were little...no, no, I kid. We only talk like that *now*.

Speaking of the Empress, we went to see Hollywoodland this week. Because it "looked interesting". Uh-huh. Sure.

Anyway, terribly depressing and long and lot and lots of Ben Affleck's ass. I don't know when I'll feel clean again. At the same time, though, it was a good movie, in a sad, depressing kind of way.

Have to go change my shoes. Have a good Sunday y'all. Without a Trace is back!!! WHEE!!!!!