In which I have two irrational outbursts and discuss the pitifully overlooked film "Snowcake"

Irrational Outburst #1: I effing hate the Milwaukee County transit system. So. Hard.

First, there was apparently a massive population surge circa 1988 and now there are entirely too many college students riding MY bus this year, forcing me to *gasp* stand for the majority of my commute. And in case anyone reading this has never been shoved between sixteen people, trying desperately not to brush into their...um...sensitive areas, lest one be labeled overeager/whorish/a lesbian when one occasionally falls off of one's four-inch platforms as the bus travels at alarming speeds down the the freeway, oh, and trying not to sneeze or breath because other people are sneezing and breathing one's own diseased air, I don't recommend it.

At all.

Also, without the helping hand of the MCTS, I wouldn't have stood outside for twenty five minutes this morning waiting for a bus that didn't come, finally giving up and driving down to campus, parking in some level that may or may not have been into the mantle of the Earth, paying two dollars and hoofing it to the building far far away where my lecture was half over, only to realize that I could have stayed home and watched the movie Thirteen Days and received the same information.

Yep. Being picked up on time, dropped off in front of my building all for free wouldn't have been nearly as much fun.

*le frustrated sigh*

Irrational Outburst #2: I am over the whole Boy Being in School thing. Not that I'm not pleased that he is having a good time and all that, but he has homework. That he feels the need to do in common areas of the house, thus preventing me from watching The View (my VCR is rather territorial and refuses to play anything that was not recorded on it...thus negating my ability to watch it upstairs). Also, it is math homework.

You know, the "Sally and Jessie and Raphael each have two red socks, and Sally has a black sock, but Raphael is two years older and Jessie has two oranges, so how long would it take them before they get to the museum if Sally's mom drives at 35 mph and there's a train coming from San Antonia at 250 mph?" sort.

Also leading to endless hours of conversations like the following-

Boy: Wouldn't six hours be $240?

Mother: No. Think about it.

Boy: I am, and with the sixty dollars and hour plus the fee...

Mother: Just for the first two hours. After that you take x, divide by y, and multiply by z.

Boy: Of course, but then you have to factor in density, as well as the laws of probability, and that would be $240!

Morena: *ears bleed*

My birthday was on Tuesday, and it was lovely and I was showered with gifts that I have yet to find a place for, and then was treated to takeout and a few North and South episodes (not the Patrick Swayze version). Yayness.

But perhaps more importantly, Snowcake was released on DVD. And for those of us in the United States where they deigned not the FREAKING SHOW IT IN THEATERS, it was the first time watching it.

It was really good, kind of sad, but ultimately uplifting. I loved the part at the end because Carrie Ann Moss's (who I never really liked before) face was priceless, like "I can't believe I'm doing this..."

Also? Grieving ex-con is a very good look of Alan dear.

I have no links, but a few Lolcats for you---

One that rang particularly true given our current computer situation. As of last night that was resolved finally, though, much to the rejoicing of the villagers my family.

I agree, Lolcat, I agree.

Happy Birthday to Me...

I don't get somber on this blog very much; in fact, I can only remember doing it one time before, when I finished high school. Generally I'm a pretty upbeat person- at least when I'm not whining about customers or the eighteen freaking tests I have to take this freaking semester. Except then.

But I'm feeling somber now. One of my best friends left today. We were very close, and while it's totally different than my friendships with people I've known my entire life like Mary, I loved her and her friendship just as much.

I was fifteen years old when I met her. We went though high school, "graduation", jobs, the first part of college, falling in love, my mom's illness, and her engagement together. I was going to be her maid of honor. The day my mom found out she had cancer again, she was the only friend I wanted to see- I knew she'd be supportive and understanding.

I'll be twenty years old tomorrow. She'll be starting boot camp and probably facing deployment to Iraq within eight months. Part of me is excited for her embarking on this new opportunity, but a huge part of me is scared out of my mind because she's decided to diffuse bombs during a war. I should be patriotic and support the troops. I just don't like it when I know a troop.

But more than being scared for her, most of all I'll really miss her.


{End Somber Part, Begin Normal Shallow Part}

So, I cleaned up today in terms of presents. Gift cards from Kate and Steve, and a fantastic books about my favorite Teacher-Lacking-Testicles. Complete with a hand-drawn illustration and note that makes it easily one of the best presents I've ever gotten, even if no one would understand it.

:)

Slightly somber, but not as bad as war, the computer de famille is completely dead. Apparently you're supposed dust the venty thingies on the side? To prevent dust build-up? That will burn the mother board into oblivion? Causing it to die?

Who knew?

Okay, now I suppose it says something like that in the instruction manuel, but if something as simple as dust can cause MAJOR SHUTTING DOWN Y'ALL OMG, I think it should be in bold print. At least.

So it is back to Best Buy we go. They know us there now.


It is finally cold. And I can wear a sweatshirt. And Starbucks had pumpkin spice lattes. *sighs* All is right with the world.

Finally, the metric assload of LOLCats that I've accumulated over the past week---

MOMMEE!!!

I am in ur printer...

HAHA Scholarly cat!!! *ahem*

Awww...

And, the funniest/cutest of them all.

You should sue her. Oh yeah, on what grounds, Kara? On the grounds of shut up!!!

Oof. Kind of been eating like a pregnant banshee lately. Weird food, and at weird times. Like yesterday at five I had a couple of dinner rolls and cheese sticks, and then at about seven-thirty I had jojo potatos, more rolls, taco dip, and some French silk pie. Yeah. And I have no motivation to do anything to counteract that. Because frankly I think that transversing the East Side every day while lugging twenty-five extra pounds on my back is quite enough, thank you very much. *sniff*

Daddy's birthday will be over soon, though, and all the food will disappear. Which is actually a little bit sad.

Speaking of which, happy birthday to Daddy!!! Iwas a teensy bit shocked this year that he did not demand that all of January be devoted to him, as per usual.

Hey. Gave me and excuse to come home early today. Whee!!!

So not a whole lot going on. Finished North and South, which is lovely except it ends differently from the movie which sucks because the end of the movie was absolutley fantastic, but still. Love a good Victorian love story.

Also finished the DVD of Gideon's Daughter, which I love because clearly Bill Nighy=Teh Awesomness. That aside, it was pretty good and I was very emotional at the end. Also, we heart Emily Blunt, my new Favorite British Ingenue Ever.

Up next, The Illusionist. No clue what it's about. Someting magic? Maybe. Not sure. But I want to watch it. Except Jessica Biel bugs the freaking hell out of me.

Just a couple of final thoughts: I really, really hate that Hillary Clinton is being all I'm-every-woman now, because the one thing that made her unelectable is the fact that she's a cold bitch, and now she's not and it bothers me greatly. Grrr. Where's the black guy when you need him. Black guy trumps woman in terms of persecution.

Also, a list of Jack Bauer sayings to brighten your day. Be forewarned that the language is kind of bad, so The Artist Formerly Known As The Boy probably shouldn't click on it. My favorite? When Kim Bauer lost her virginity, Jack Bauer found it and put it back.

That's all folks...