You will now be subjected to random picturage because I just got a Brand! New! Camera!!!

The whole album is up on Facebook, along with captions. Just so my faithful readership (all two of you) knows. :D

Also, I'm now really poor.

I'm trying desperately to become less poor by applying for every scholarship on the internet except the one that wants a CD of my original piece of Latin music. Now, if I thought they meant Latin as in "Dominus vobiscum" well then sign me up. But I think they mean more qué demonios? Latin , and well, I've got nihil. Nullo modo.

Damn my classical education!!! Dr. Wilmeth didn't prepare me for the real world!!!

Also making me poor? This trip. That I totally can't afford and am probably going to have to go on alone because Mary is pussy-footing around and Imladris is jobless. *sigh*

And the State Department got my name wrong on my passport, so now I need to send it back. I am NOT AMUSED. And really, how hard is it to get the name right? They had my application and my freaking birth certificate. *sigh* Why couldn't my parents have named me Jenny or something easy???

Have to work tonight. Don't want to work tonight. At least it's upstairs. In fact, I think I may be done in the cafe forever. Maybe. We'll find out tonight.

So I'm going to go try to ward off this nauseousness that just kind of hit me (I'd swear I was pregnant if I didn't know better what with the mood swings, odd cravings, and sickness).

Oooh, wait, I forgot about 24 last night! How awesome was that??? I'm so happy Chloe's having a baby. This should not have come as a suprise to anyone, though, because any time a woman of childbearing age faints on a TV show, she's automatically pregnant.

History. It's just one thing after another.

A year ago I was sobbing in the car after my art history final. Oh the way we were.

Witness the death of my last shred of academic integrity. I don't even want to show up for the finals. *headdesk*

The last week has been completely and utterly worthless, especially when I drove down for my JMC discussion (my sole class yesterday), and the TA walked in, collected papers, announced that this was his last class and he was kind of sick of us, and then left. Yes, that is a two hour round trip for a FIFTEEN minute discussion. I was not amused. I ended up with majorly unmotivated TAs this year, too. Art history person told us in April that she was done with this and couldn't really be bothered to grade our tests because she was finishing her thesis, and then made us all go see her exhibition because she didn't feel like teaching that day, and JMC guy is apparently over all of us.

Today was so worthless I couldn't even really be bothered to stay. JMC professor had a hangover, which she was quite vocal about (it was actually pretty funny).

I am at the end of my rope.

Get off for Mother's Day, though--- *whee* Totally didn't think that I would, especially what with the last minute begging/pleading/ransoming of my first born to get off for the Confirmation of the Empress.

Although, I suppose I could have missed that, as I was not asked to be her sponsor. *haughty sniff* I demanded during Mass that the Boy have me as a sponsor. I refuse to go through life not doing that. And the person I was totally banking on doing it for has now apparently abandoned the Church and is leaving the country on a big boat, so that's probably not going to happen. I need more friends. *sigh*

Just FYI, I'm taking applications for people to travel to London with me in January. Mommy Dearest and I had our bi-monthy sobbing fight discussion regarding the trip this morning, and as the Lovely Mary seems to be backing out on me, I need a traveling companion to make her feel better.

One that, preferrably, is tolerant of those who are not white people from Milwaukee,

And my application I mean do you have the money? Because that's really all I need.

Speaking of British things, the first Prime Minister you can imagine voluntarily having sex with resigns. And annoucned thatsome guy I don't even want to think about in the same sentence as sex would be his successor. Booo. Poor form. On a slightly more serious note, this is quite sad. I liked Tony Blair.

Have to work tonight. But I don't have to do dishes and I do get to wear my very cool headset, so I'm not too upset. On the other hand, Grissom is hanging out with his little dominatrix friend again on CSI. My headset isn't that much fun. And I didn't mean that to sound as dirty as it did, no matter what impression the paragraph above may have given you. I promise.

Okay. I'm talking myself into a corner. I'm going to go now.

Morris! Breath check!

Ah, spring break. I have done exactly one paragraph more of my plague paper, put some papers over my art history notebook that I'm ostensibly supposed to be studying so that it doesn't bug me, and watched far too much TV for a twenty-four hour period.

Also, I've watched the POTC 3 HD trailer approximately 544 times. (Hint: Blow it up to full screen and watch it on a 17" monitor---*is dead*) ALso, some commentary courtesy of the folks over at EW.com...WHAT NO YOU DO NOT COMPARE JOHNNY TO MR. COLLINS THEY ARE BARELY THE SAME SPECIES GAH STUPID PEOPLES YOU DO NOT DESERVE THE PIRATEY GOODNESS.

*ahem*

HIMYM was new last night. *squee* I finally figured out that Hot TA kind of reminds me of Ted. It's not that they look a lot a like, but he reminds me of him. I miss Hot TA. It just makes the whole semester better. *sigh* Maybe I could switch my major to psychology. It's not like I'm married to this journalism thing, after all.

Today's Spring Break Movie? Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, a terribly acted, gut-wrenchingly awful movie starring Kevin Costner as a *snicker* British dude, but made up for by the fact that the Esteemed Mr. Rickman plays the Sheriff of Nottingham.

I had to see it again, as I almost bit through my tongue trying to stop from laughing when it was cited in an example paper we had to look at for history last week. You cannot cover up a fit of giggles if you are one of five people in the room. Impossible.

Well, I'm off to lunch with the Lovely Mary to plan our Find Me A Husband So That I Can Have Adorable British Babies Like In The Holiday Trip (at least that's what I'm calling it, I'm assuming she's not thinking the same thing, as that would be weird). Ciao.

Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you.

Disclaimer: It's actually Sunday, March 18. But I'm too lazy to start a whole new post.

Imladris' much requested update. Except I have very little original thought right now. So today will be composed mainly of links, which do the talking for me.

Quick school update: it's spring break!!! Whee!!! I'm going to hibernate and plan my sojourn to the Next-To-Motherland. *squee* Also, I think I deserve this, after being one of only five students in both my discussions on Friday. Do you know how much you have to talk in a history discussion when there are only four other people? A lot. Every fifth question, in fact. Which is exceedingly tiring, as Henry I and Henry II and Harold and Harald and some random Edward all get VERY CONFUSING before nine a.m. *sigh* Until three minutes to eight, it was just Mary and I and this other guy and the TA. Really awkward.

Logic was wicked boring, too, because the people who show up don't really need any help because, well, we're responsible and smart and show up. So it was like...um...yeah...no questions? Oookay... Except I was totally proud of myself, because I solved this wicked hard proof that was slowly killing me- ha! You just used addition and conditional exchange. That's right. I rawk.

I'm going to stop being a dork now.

Okay, maybe not quite yet. I'm rereading Alison Weir's (OMG MY SECOND FAVORITE AUTHOR OF ALL TIME AFTER CAROLLY ERICKSON AND MAYBE ANTONIA FRASER. What is my history geek showing?) biography of Eleanor of Aquitaine, and it's totally kicking ass. Because as much as I whine about history, I love this stuff.

Because her whole first marriage is like every road trip movie where a husband and wife go on vacation and end up breaking up because they cannot stand that much of each other. Like a medieval Just Married, but they went on a crusade instead of a honeymoon. I can picture Eleanor going,

"God, Louis, you are so bad at this capture thing. Would it KILL you to ransom of a couple of the Muslims instead of just slaughtering them? This is a freaking HOLY WAR, after all. I am REALLY SICK OF CLEANING THE INFIDEL BLOOD OFF THE FLOOR!!! Come on, be a man!!!"

"Yeah, well, SWEETHEART, maybe if you would let me hang out with the guys occasionaly instead of SCREWING THEM ALL YOU WHORE, then I wouldn't feel like I had to kill the Muslims. Maybe I'd feel more like a man if you'd give me a FREAKING SON!!!"

"HEY! NOT MY FAULT. In five hundred years you are going to feel SO STUPID, jackass. I'm richer than you, btw."

"OMG, you take that back!!!"

"No. You know what? I'm renting a litter and riding home alone. And I don't every want to see you again, got it, ass****???"

"Pssh. Whatever. I'll get the Pope to say we're related. *sticks out tongue*

So, in keeping with the royal theme, I give you the greatest website ever The Tudors Official Site. I beg of you, go watch the intro, and then giggle at the fact that the final shot is Henry surrounded by headless women. Teehee.

I officially want to marry this miniseries. I am contemplating stopping random people on the road to see if they have Showtime and will they adopt me by next Sunday please I do my own laundry?

Also, Thomas More is kind of hot. (Colleen: "Duuude...did you see Emma? Awesome. Wait. Wasn't Thomas More a saint. Ooh. Awkward.") I don't care. I already have a deep-seated and deathy disturbing crush on anyone who looks like the Western representation of Christ, so why not add a couple of the saints in there too?

Some of the officially great YouTube videos:

The four-minute trailer. *squee*

And the Evanescence Lacrymosa trailer. I kind of love this trailer.

I'm also kind of loving how all the people on the internets are all, "OMG, the sleeves are TOTALLY the wrong era, that particular cut didn't come in fashion until Spring of 1654...", which is obviously completely NOT what the miniseries is about. They have the ax-murdering soccer coach playing Henry VII, for heavens sakes. Historical accuracy was NOT what they were going for.

And frankly, I think that the marriage of the network that can show anything and the dynasty that did everything is long overdue.

Also obsessing over this bright sunny morning? The Russian POTC 3 trailer. I have put my extensive yes-I-took-Russian-for-three-days knowledge to work, and while I don't understand what the hell is going on, I do know that I want to marry this trailer, possibly before The Tudors.

I'm contemplating actually watching Dancing with the Stars tommorow. That's how much I want to know what they're saying.

Well, I have now received death threats from both of my siblings if I don't immediately vacate the den, so I'm going to go watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail because no one will watch it with me. *sigh* Have a good Sunday, blog kitties.

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.