Happy birthday, Jesus. Sorry your party is so lame!

Oh. My. Goodness. How amazing was the season finale of The Office??? I loved it. It kind of made up for the way they stomped all over my Jam ship at the beginning of this season with all the Karen-ness (Please. Please. Leave. You are Quincy Jones' daugher. Don't you have better things to do?). Almost.

It was so sweet. I loved it. Also happy about Ryan getting the job. I love Ryan.

I have a paper cut on my tongue from stamping (twice, the USPS decided this was a good week to raise the price. I hate them.), sealing, and return-addressing 500 envelopes in about an hour and a half. I rock.

But the paper cut---oww.

This did, however, give me a chance to watch the next episode of the Tudors online. And now I think I need to go confess what I was thinking about when Thomas Moore was rambling about the disease of Luthernism (tee-hee. As someone who spent three years at Lutheran university, good luck taking them out. They PAINTED OVER THE BLESSED MOTHER. They have no shame.), because he. Is a. Saint. *sigh*

Maybe I'll go watch Emma again...(can it still be again if you've pretty much had it on loop for three months???)

Sooo, finished with classes, and freshman year and wow exams are way more stressful when they count.

Still haven't really wound down yet, Friday felt like school because I had an exam and then was cleaning out my papers and stuff from my office/study, and yesterday I spent working and drinking friends through their problems at night. You know, I might be a better friend if I listened more and was a drinking buddy less. Hmmm. Nah.

I was working at the information desk the other day, kind of wandering because nobody needed any information and there wasn't anything for me to do except read the copy of Van Wilder's Guide to College or something that somebody has left on a table (actually quite funny). So I decided to sort through the MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF HARRY POTTER CRAP that goes along with this whole thing. Now, when you pre-order the Harry Potter book, you get to choose a Snape side, and then you get a cute (nauseatingly so) sticker or bookmark that has a bunch of different sayings on it about Snape. Usually they're pretty generic, like Snape Good or Evil? Friend of Foe? (what I'm forced to wear as a name tag...gag), but we got new ones in. The good one was pretty normal, but the bad one- honest- said, "Snape is a very, very bad man."

And I started to laugh so hard I could barely breath.

Have I reported on The Painted Veil? I don't remember. Anyway, I watched the DVD, and it was amazing. Actually really like the book, which I don't think is too spoilery because my readership doesn't...well...read. Also, the repression? Kinda hot.

The Return of the Pink Shirt

And my day just got a little bit better.

Watching episode 4 of The Tudors. Saint Thomas More is really hot. *blasphemous sigh*

I so want this to come out on DVD soon, because I'm not patient enough to sit at the computor for more than one viewing of each episode.

Uh-oh. Anne's being a whore. Not smart, Anne. Rule #1 of Staying Alive in Tudor England: You do not screw with the mentally unbalanced guy who believes God made him king. Stupid whore.

So I finally joined the rest of the world and got a Facebook thingy. Interesting. And now I feel exposed. Stalking for the 21st century.

Tudor Item of Note that I Really Didn't Find Until Just Now: Jonathon Rhys Meyers checks into rehaps. As do, presumably, hundreds of teenage girls form the United States and Britain. Maybe the first sign should have been all the domestic violence disputes. Just a thought.

Finally got around to watching my DVD of Marie Antoinette, that has been out since what? February?, and omg that cribs with Louis XVI hilarious. This is my hall of mirrors. It's basically a hall. With mirrors. That I walk through. And I can check myself out.
Tee-hee.

How much did I laugh at last night's episode of How I Met Your Mother, even though I'd seen it befored. So hard.

BREAKING NEWS ETA: OMG HARRY POTTER TRAILER UP NOW!!! Funny, my brain came up with completely different ways to use "mind" and "discipline" and Snape showed up too... Okay. I'm going to go now. My family reads this blog.

It's dull, you twit, it'll hurt more.

I'm in a slightly better mood than last time, as I have not arisen freakishly early for absolutely nothing, instead they let me leave work an hour early because there are approximately two people in the world who would rather be in a bookstore than outside on the first nice weekend after a horredously long winter, and they were presumably at Barnes and Noble. So I drank coffee all morning and got to leave at two. Sweet.



Also have spent the last three days watching the episodes of The Tudors (omg, sooo good!!!) and the first couple of season 2 of Rome. I. Love. That. Series. More than I love family members, in fact. Yesterday I wouldn't even turn it off to write my paper- I sat with the laptop on my lap and watched it on the better computor. I'm sure my formal analysis of Stom's Christ Before the High Priest benefited greatly. I think I'll proofread once more...

Tee-hee. Octavian just called his mother a *bleeping* whore.

Also, all hail the arrival of my brand new Razr phone!!! *squee* Thre would be a picture here, but you obviously can't take a picture of the camera, and as Colleen has stolen my real camera and placed it somewhere that I can't find before deeming it not worthy of her brilliant photography, there is no picture. *pout*

But it's adorable and cute and sleek and omg sooo much fun to talk on!!! And black. Very nice. And I have downloaded Outdoor Cafe at Night as my background, so yay for my dorkiness.

I am scoping out games other than solitaire, because I have to work like seventeen hours next weekend, and tri-peaks is getting a little boring.


Well, I'm going to go preteend I'm an outdoor person and at least look out the window at the prettiness. Ciao.

Super-Hot Henry VIII would like to issue a congratulations...

...to the Lovely Mary for passing her driver's test. *and the villagers rejoice before he summarily executes them for being Lutheran/Catholic/Lutheran again/Papist/Catholic hey I never said he was fair, just hot*

And he'd also like to tell her that he's not going anywhere for awhile. I think we're all thrilled about that one.

We shall war with France. And then I can play.

All hail the Lovely Mary's Lovely Consort Nick, who is in possession of Showtime and tapes and therefore I will have the episodes of The Tudors, in all of their uncut Showtimey goodness, almost as they air. Life is good.

Just a couple of thoughts on the Tudors, because as you may have been able to divine from the past---oh---two years of posts, there is nothing I like more than a juicy-if-completely-inaccurate-royal saga (see: the entire summer of '05, or When I Convinced Myself I Was Russian).

- Thomas More? Sexier than previously assumed. Oh, I am so going to hell. The special hell for people who want to sleep with saints.
- Prepare for Reign? Probably the best tagline ever. I'm thinking of having it tattooed somewhere. Right after I send in my transcripts to St. Thomas More College.
- OMG I TOTALLY WANT THE POSTER!!! Somebody buy it for me, please.
- Okay, so I'm thrilled and humbled that IMDB offers the first two episodes, but they majorly edited them. I am not amused. Yeah, I'm sure there's something about it being a family site or whatever, but I seriously doubt that any person searching for and watching any episode of a Showtime series is going to be irreparably harmed by seeing some woman's breast. Get over it.

As of Wednesday night when I realized that I was about to start Year 2 of working towards a career that I don't want and consequently had a major breakdown that involved me flipping out on the sofa until Bones came on, we have a New Life Goal here in the Realm of No Marketable Skills, Talent, or Drive to Succeed- I've changed my major to history, and am now considering either law school (in very few situations is law school the easy way out, but I think it might apply here), or going on and getting a PhDin history and then teaching. Or, I'm going to die in grad school.

Having no marketable skills is a difficult thing, but having one marketable skill (writing) that you don't want to market is even more difficult, and when I actually thought about it (something I try to avoid at all costs), the only thing I can think of being happy doing is teaching. Either little kids or adults. And I'm way too shallow to survive on thirty grand a year for the rest of my life. So there. New Life Plan.

Please, before you automatically assume that this will be replaced by, oh, I don't know, kineseology or something in like three weeks, and begin to scroll through this, bear with me. I'm serious this time.

First, I'm going to be a sophomore, so I really do have to make up my mind about SOMETHING soon, or I will have spent two years starting every major in the College of Letters and Sciences. Not recommended.

Also, this time I did not make a decision under the influence of the emotional wreckage caused by graduation (art history), failure of requirements for another major (journalism), plan to marry a prime minister (international relations), or a hot TA (psychology). I am going to be at UWM for a long, long, long time (no emotional problems), I'm doing quite well in all my classes (no French---whee!!!), I realized it's a crapshoot to marry a prime minster because you have to get them while they're young or people think you're a gold-digging whore and then you're not sure whether they'll be rich or unemployed (no pipe dreams). So I have managed to make a decision without emotional distress. Am quite proud of myself.

And yes, I realize that this sounds like every other resolution I've made regarding my education, but this time I really think it makes sense. Of course, this is coming from the girl who has had 125% more majors than semesters completed, but whatever.

Dissertation topics, anyone?

Continuing with my crusading movie mini-marathon, I'm almost finished with Kingdom of Heaven, which much like Troy, apparently kicked ass at the overseas box office. Which would explain why the United States managed to come further in 250 years than the French ever have, even with a 1200 year head start.

I started watching it last week, but I was so exhausted that I fell asleep, and when I woke up Orlando was in Jerusalem already and shtupping the Bond Girl (btw, I bought the movie, and Natalie was right---it was worth it...) and I was very confused. So I had to start it over.

Tears for the fact that we never get to see Edward Norton though (although the mask thingy was kind of hot...okay, it wasn't, but still), and that he's dead with an hour left to go in the movie. *sigh* Why must the hot die young?

Well, I'm sure I had other things to talk about, but frankly I can't remember any of it. I've been interrupted writing this by two runs to pick up Colleen, two people at the door, and three phone calls.

So this is all you're getting. How I Met Your Mother tonight---*does happy dances*

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.