Ha!

Conquered the funerary cloth of Isetnefret!!! Am feeling rather good about self. Unfortunately, not feeling so good about latin. Was up until eleven thirty last night doing sentences before finally throwing hte book in a corner and going to sleep. As result, still have three sentences left to do. Fortunately, do not have business law this morning. Yay! Long break!!!

(Side Note: Just realized I sounded like Bridget Jones there...sorry...)

(Other Side Note: OMG, there's this guy who totally looks like Andy Roddick sitting across the room at one of the computors. Hair and everything. Hmmm...)

However, because I conquered Isetnefret (duh, she was the second wife of Ramsesses the second...*eye roll*), I had time to do absolutely nothing else yesterday except errands.

Had to wake up tres early to drive my sister to school and take my mom to the doctor. Doesn't that sound like fun??? Then I had to got to the library, where I was a persona non grata, and pay off my ELEVEN DOLLAR FINE!!!!!!! Can you believe that??? I mean, I knew I was irresponsible, but that's bad even for me! I'm pretty sure they were going to start sending armored trucks to my house. And now I have no cash. Bummer. After paid fine, though, I was able to order "Don't Say a Word"...which almost makes up for the lack of money. Almost.

It's finally cold!!! After like four months of this eighty-degree crap I finally woke up yesterday morning and my hair wasn't a ball of red fuzz!!! I'm so freakin' happy!!! It makes everything seem better, doens't it? LIke I can do anything as long as I'm not sweaty and uncomfortable.

And saw a chiropractor yesterday. I'm flexible. See, all that money for gymnastics lessons paid off, Mom. :)

And a little thank you to Mom--- je 'preciate being able to listen to music!!! And I know it's not like you need any more othings to worry about!!! Love you!!!

Breaking News Flash!!!!

This is bigger than Britney's baby!!! Katie Holmes is pregnant!!!

TomKat's having a baby!!!!!! I'm sure her Irish Catholic parents at home in Ohio are thrilled to death about this!!!!

Procrastination, Part III- The Morning After

Wrote a grand total of three words last night. Couldn't even come up with a frickin' title. And it's not like I'll have any time to do anything today. Or tomorrow. Maybe I'll do it during the night tonight. My writing always looks better during the night. Ugh. I'll be so happy when this week is over. Actually, I'll be happy when I get to school on Friday and turn that paper in. Because then I just have art and accounting, as law was cancelled, and I'm thinking I'll be skipping out on latin. Eh, what are you gonna do??? Family is way more important, right???

Did you know that St. Matthew is the patron saint of accountants??? As in Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John...the big ones. Which I guess makes sense (as my mother pointed out to me in a lovely e-mail this morning) because he handled the apostles's money. I'll bet Jesus didn't make him do adjusting/closing entries...

The reason I'm harping on the patron saint of accounting is that I have a test in an hour and a half. That I'm totally gonna fail. This is the difficult multiple choice part, too. Bugger. Hate accounting. Numbers and I just don't mix.

Going to go search desperatly for something else to do...oooh, updated my other blog with stuff about last night's TV...read and comment, please!!!

Procrastination, Part II

*looks at ceiling*

Procrastination

Is a beautiful thing. It makes you feel all warm and cuddly. And then lonely and stressed. But warm and cuddly first, which is totally the important thing. And Boston Legal's on. How can I be compelled to write about burial cloth of Isetefret when Boston Legal's on. Grrrrr.

Monday, Monday...

...I feel all "Mamas and Papas" here, and not because of the fact that I've had "Make Your Own Kind of Music" stuck in my head for the last week and a half because of Lost. Damn J.J. Abrams... Rather, because it is a Monday, and I really don't like those. Especially when they're supposed to be unbelievably, unseasonably warm and will surely cause my hair to frizz. Or when I have a paper to write and really don't want to think about that. Even less when I have an accounting exam in three hours and don't really feel like reviewing. What kind of sadist gives you an alphabatized trial balance??? That's not GAAP!!!! Bugger.

Anyhoodles, did some scouting around while my notes were taking forever to print, and discovered that North Country opens in two and a half weeks. And then fired off appropriate e-mails to the appropriate parties. I totally feel like we should support this movie. Sexual harrassment is one of my favorite causes. I mean, I have other causes, too..."I stand with Josey," Hehe...yeah...

I should probably go do something constructive, like finish my bagel, but maybe I'll put something up later. And CSI:Miami is on tonight, so expect a review tomorrow sometime. I do have to run errands all day, though, so it could be a little bit later.

Start commenting!!!! I'm getting lonely!!!!!

Wow...

I really hate her. Huh.

All sports should DIE!!!!!!!

I know a lot of people get enjoyment from them, and I know that you're hopelessly devoted you your little white supremacist, Mary, but they MUST BE STOPPED. *steam coming out of ears*

I can deal with the occasional nuisance of having a football game preempt Joey, or having TBS play baseball instead of Friends reruns, and even basketball on UPN instead of Frasier.

But not this. Never this.

FOX is running the stupid baseball playoffs (if that's even what they're called) all through October, thus disrupting their schedule. And it's not like it's even on a night where they have nothing, such as Fridays, but on a Tuesday. Preempting House for an entire freakin' month.

Five weeks.

Thirty five days.

Eight hundred and forty hours.

Without House.

*faints*

I shall die. And it's not like they even say at the begining of the season "You'll have three weeks of this before we rip it from your hands for the stupidest, most boring game ever. HAHAHA". No, they wait until after the episode, and annouce with a cheery little commerical, "House is going bye-bye for awhile, but it'll be back with all new episodes on November 1st!!!" *scream*

And why FOX??? It's hardly a real network!! The other networks won't talk to it in the hallways. It gets dumped for prom. It has to eat with UPN and the WB at the lunchtable. Why isn't NBC, who doesn't have a single hit, broadcast these games??? It disgusts me. I don't know when I shall recover...

And while I'm pissed off, why isn't anybody commenting on my posts??? Mom, your username is "rockford", and you know your passoword! Come on, I'm feeling unloved!!!!! Going to go wallow in self pity. FYI, you can read what I thought of last night's episode and some other stuff on my TV blog, linked on the sidebar.

*gasp*

I pulled up People's website this morning, as I always do as I have no life, and found all of this!!!We're going to have to bullet point this one...

• Melania Trump is pregnant!!!! Will there be a reality show to choose the ob-gyn???
• Chad Michael Murray getting divorced. Honestly, I don't care.
• Kathy Griffin getting divorced!!!! NOOOO! She and Matt seemed so happy on her show!!!! And they were so cozy at the Emmys!!!

Whew...too much entertainment news!!!

Rainy Monday

Not that I mind, because I prefer rainy days to sunny ones. Although I am kind of bummed, as I just found an e-mail from my art history professor about our reseach paper.

Crap.

I totally forgot about that. Completely and utterly forgot. And it's due next Friday. Not going to worry about that right now... e-mail is safely stored as new and I'll deal with it when I get home. Right now I have to worry about making myself sick before accounting so that I don't have to go and actually get the quiz that I'm fairly certain I failed on Friday. I have an hour and a half...too late for anything serious, but maybe I could make myself throw up???

On to real matters, yesterday was a great day. First, it was cold and rainy. Perfect day. Colleen and Mary and I went out to lunch at Panera, which was so freaky good because, well, it's Panera, and because we could watch the torrential downpours through the window. And it was freakin' hilarious. Worth the overpriced salad was the sight of Colleen collapsed in the corner of the booth unable to breath because she ws laughing so hard about "Screw the gondola..." And "I respect you not only as a prime minister, but as a man," and Mary just sitting there going "Wha....??? I don't get it!". This is why we can never stop being friends. We are capable of destroying each other. :D :D :D

After a rather mad dash to the car where we all managed to get soaked, we went to see Flightplan.

Oh.My.Gosh.

You must go see this movie. I know it's completely implausible, and the arrogant Americans were kind of annoying, but still, you must.go.see.this.movie. NOW!!! Incredibly interesting, with enough backstory that you didn't the two hours after the movie thinking about all the plot holes (and they were numerous. But you didn't really notice them). Artistically goood, too; I loved that the whole thriller part took place on the plane, I think a movie sometimes loses some credibility when it leaves the primary set. (Not that this was the only thing, but this is part of what bugged me about The Island. They were all over the freakin' desert. It was distracting.)

Jodie Foster was really quite good playing a paranoid mother, and the supporting cast was great. Peter Sarsgaard was the air marshal, who would have been way more imposing had he been in uniform, but I guess that's the point. And Sean Bean (Oh, hi, Boromir!!!!) was good too.

And, Jodie Foster is like my mom---she too would have the Captain ready to strangle her with his bare hands (...*ahem* moving on...). The air marshal would just quit. They'd land the plane to get away from her. Those Kewpie-Doll-like stewardesses would be crushed. (I'm serious about the Kewpie Doll---they all these huge round eyes!!!)

But the best part, undoubtedly, was in the car on the way home. When Colleen and Mary exploded with "Oh my gosh, I did too!!!!" Worth the price of admission. :)

I'm so freakin' weird

I actually taped that stupid Friends episode last night simply because of the "Your friend Pheebs" line...I'm this close to finding our old Stuart Little tape. Wow. I really need help.

Blog Note!!! Read!!!

I updated TV Watch with stuff about my shows (yay---they're back on!!!!), and I changed the template because I was getting tired of the old one. However, I'm not entirely sure it worked because it won't let me see it. Whatever. I think what you have to do is click on a specific month in the archives (any one will do) before it lets you select "September" in the archives. Grrr. Technology hates me.

I also changed the template on here, back to the pretty original one. It looks kind of world travel-y... I likes it.

Read the other blog---there's more coming!!!

Note and Radiocarbon Dating

Okay, I know the title doesnt make a whole heck of a lot of sense, but stay with me. First, I just want do a little note about my other blog, but as nobody reads it, I thought I'd put it up here. (Side Note: Start reading it!!! I'm not doing this for me! I know how I feel! It's even linked on the sidebar, for heavens sakes!!!)

Anyhoodles, the new fall season has started (at least on most stations) and therefore all of my evenings are taken up by television. Aside from the detriment this poses to my social life (you'll be getting a schedule soon, Mary), it means I will be starting again with reviews of what was on the night before. But things are going to be a little bit different.

When I started TV Watch last season, my plan was to write about the shows that I watched the evening before and give everyone (or the three people who read it) my opinion. Thus, Arrested Development will have three more viewers. Or not. But whatever. This took some time and creativity. And, being lazy, I stopped doing it. However, this year, I have a fantastic schedule and a computor that I absolutely love typing on, so we're going back to basics.

For those of you who read the blog last season, you know my specialty is sarcastic reviews of my overly dramatic shows (CSI, Lost, Alias) as well as periodic reviews of train wreck shows that are just too good to pass up (Chaotic, Hooking Up). Unfortunately, it is nearly impossible to parody sitcoms (unless they are completely unfunny on their own), as well as shows like ER that deal with topics that I even find hard to make fun of. How can you do a sarcastic review of Carter not being able to give AIDs medicine to starving mothers in Africa? Huh? You try. It doesn't work. (Of course, Carter's gone now, so I have no reason to watch...)

And I really, really love doing those. So we're going to keep it up. But I'm also returning to my original idea of periodically just writing regular reviews of shows that were on the night before, whether they were parody-worthy or not. This is especially true of the beginning of the season, as I will watch almost anything once (except Sex and the City). Also, if I haven't put up a review of a show within a week, forget about it. This was part of my problem last season. I would try to do six episodes of CSI: Miami from the last three months at one time and neglect the stuff that was on that week.

So, that's how things are going to work. CSI:Miami started on Monday, so expect a review shortly, and Lost is on tonight (we finally find out what's in the hatch!!!! I could pass out I'm so freakin' excited!!!), so that should be up soon. CSI: NY doesn't start until next week, but I will definately have something up on that, as it is right on par with oxygen in terms of importance for my existance. Okay? So we're good???

Moving on from stuff nobody cares about...all we did in art history this morning was have a little mock debate on radiocarbon dating. Three students pretended to be from the scientific point of view, and three pretended to be from the Christian point of view. And it was really interesting! Along with getting us out of actually having to pay attention to a powerpoint about prehistoric art and then do the corresponding reading, I mean. I understand what people mean when they advocate staying away from things that are contrary to your faith, because of the whole slippery slope mentality, but I kind of disagree on some points. Especially when it comes to science. I find that actually having to think about what your beliefs are, and entertain ways to fit different, new beliefs in makes you really think hard about your faith. In other words, I actually feel better about my faith after having to deal with other views, as I feel it strengthens it.

And now I'm late, so that was my philosophical thought for the day!!! :)

Diplomats are Hot

'nuff said. By the way, I could be way better than the sixty-year-old...

Finally...

...the great Tanglewood picture. I have finally gained access to a computor that doesn't eat my save pictures! Yay!!! Anyhoodles, isn't this amazingly good???

BTW, I'm loving being able to have pictures again so much, I may have to do a couple more posts!!!

Not my pic, just so you know...

Emmys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First of all- a little gossip...Tori Spelling and her husband have split up. Bummer. Why can not a single one of those 90210 girls keep a husband??? Anyhoodles, on with the real reason for the post...

It's the Emmys tomorrow!!! I've been without a major awards show since the Oscars in March (MTV or VH1 doesn't count) and it's killing me!!! But tomorrrow night I get to see all my little TV friends honored. Yay!!!

Of course, nobody in the Academy actually asked for my opinion, or the nominations list would have been significantly different. For instance, why isn't a single CSI person up for Outstanding Actor/Actress??? Even one of the Vegas ones??? I would be okay with that. And why is Will and Grace given fifteen freakin' nominations when it hasn't been funny is years and is now simply degraded to making the same disgusting jokes it's been making since 1998? The only nom it deserved was the one for Sean Hayes, because he's stayed funny throughout the whole thing. Eric McCormack??? Not so much. And way too pretty for a straight man. Matthew Fox (Lost)should have been nominated, too.

The catagories are kind of screwed up, too. For instance, what makes Desperate Housewives a comedy and Boston Legal a drama? They both are funny about fifty percent of the time and devote the other half to dramatic/soapy story lines. In fact, Boston Legal is more consistantly comical, ala Ally McBeal, than Desperate Housewives is. William Shatner hasn't said a single serious thing since the show's inception.

Anyhoodles, you know I'm gonna have opinions on this one, not that I ever don't, so here's my suggestions for who should win tomorrow night. Not that they will, because I tend to like hopelessly unpopular shows/people. Or people who, while being hoplessly popular, are denied their rightful awards in favor of affirmative action. *cough*Jamie Foxx*cough**ahem* Sorry, got off track there a minute...Moving on...

Outstanding Comedy Series- Arrested Development. Truly the funniest show on television. However, Desperate Housewives will probably win, because everybody loves a skank. Ugh. Still don't know why that's a comedy.

Outstanding Drama Series-Lost. I think, because of the cult following this show has, it may actually have a chance. Honestly, I've never seen Deadwood or Six Feet Under because I don't have HBO like seventy percent of this country, and 24 is just boring. And the West Wing hasn't been good in years. My best bet for an upset would be 24 or Six Feet Under, only because one's popular and the other just ended. Nobody has ever seen Deadwood.

Actor in a Drama Series- Hugh Laurie, House. I'm torn about this one. He's up against James Spader, whom I simply adore in Boston Legal, and would love to win, but he's Mr. Palmer!!! You can't beat that! And the show is amazingly good, although there was that one episode that has almost ruined it for me. But still, I think he is the best actor in the bunch. As much as I love James Spader, he won for the Practice last year, so the only two I could see coming close to Hugh are Kiefer Sutherland or Ian McShane. As much of a critical darling as Ian McShane is, I don't think the general public cares that much about him, and that's bound to influence voters. Everybody's got FOX, though, and 24 has quite a following. I'm still rooting for House, though.

Actor in a Comedy Series- Jason Bateman, Arrested Development. He's amazing on this show. But I wouldn't totally mind if Ray Romano gets it, either, for sentimentalities sake. But Bateman deserves it. If anyone else gets it I may have to hurt someone.

Actress in a Drama- Jennifer Garner, Alias. Honestly, she may not be the best actress in the bunch, but it's the only show I've seen. Well, except SVU. That's pretty good. So if Mariska Harigitay wins, that'd be okay, I suppose. Patricia Arquette doesn't have a shot, and I don't think the Six Feet Under person has enough of a following. Glenn Close is my practical choice, she's adored by the critics, and FX is cable and therefore edgy enough to be cool. But I don't know how long Alias will be around, especially now that she's pregnant, so I'd like her to get it.

Actress in a Comedy- We all know that Teri Hatcher is going to get it, so it's hardly even worth thinking about. But I think Patricia Heaton deserves it.

Supporting Actor-Drama-William Shatner/Naveen Andrews. I really love Lost, but I think William Shatner has the better part. And he won best guest star last year, so this could be the next logical step. I don't like Terry O'Quinn, and Locke freaks me out, so I don't want him to win.

Supporting Actress-Drama-I don't give a crap.

Supporting Actor-Comedy- Peter O'Boyle. I dont' think he's going to win, but it would be nice for the whole cast to have won Emmys. My next pick would be Sean Hayes, who is hilarious.

Supporting Actress- Comedy-Jessica Walter, Arrested Development. I think this is a long shot, because I have a feeling that Doris Roberts will win for Raymond, but still, she's got the best part in the bunch.

So yeah, that's pretty much the big categories. Obviously, I think House should win for best writing, but I don't even know what it's up against. The episode that's nominated (Three Stories) was really good, even for that show.

Everybody watch!!!

Bulletin!!!!

As if we didn't have enough natural disasters to worry about, now Britney Spears has reproduced. And not with a stellar genetic specimen that might possibly contribute enough chromosomes to improve, or at the very least cancel out, the disgustingly lilting Louisiana accent (aren't they in enough pain?) and seriously lacking mental capabilities, but with Kevin Federline. Known in some circles as "K. Fed." Doesn't a name like that just make you want to make him your baby's daddy??? Or not.

And according to sources (I know nothing, I'm just the messenger), she has named him Preston Michael Spears Federline. Preston? Cute name. My little brother named our rabbit that name. But I would not name my son that. And I really wouldn't give him enough names to ensure teasing on the playground well into junior high. As if being Britney Spears's son wasn't enough. "Hey, man, I saw your mom on MTV last night. The naughty parochial schoolgirl thing is hot." Then Preston would just have to get mad...I'm seeing a lot of frustration here... ;)

And in other news (any other day this would be front and center), Renee Zellweger and Kenny Chesney are splitsville. They're trying to get an annulment. Apparently, they've only spent fifteen days together since they got married four months ago. I got closer to all my lab partners. Much like Lisa Marie and Nicolas Cage, "that's not a marriage, that's a sleepover!" (yeah, I totally ripped that off Imladris. Kudos to her.)

And, for two relatively private people, this was the PR move of the year. When Britney is off multiplying and repopulating the earth, nobody really cares about Bridget Jones and the Country Singer who isn't Keith Urban (not that I really care about him, either, but he and Nicole Kidman are getting pretty cozy, or so I hear...). I wonder if they were sitting outside the Spears/Federline mansion this morning waiting for her to go into labor so that they could call their publicist. Personally, I would have gone with before the birth, because then everyone would have been like "Omg, what?!?!?!" for fifteen minutes and then moved on. But now it's the first story that pops up on People.com. Still, you can guarantee that it's not going to be on the cover of anything this week.

Well, except maybe the tabloids. Because giving birth isn't really a salacious event. Unless K. Fed. was in the other room knocking up his next interest, Star probably doesn't care.

Anyhoodles, this will cover my need for gossip until Bennifer II gives birth, totally!!!

Cable Is Out To Get Me

I am soooooooo agreeing with the Unibomber right now (no, it's not a threat. Sheesh.). It's not enough that Roadrunner is incapable of working, although that is true. I sat on hold with the cable company yesterday before I finally got to talk to a human being, now that she acted like one. Here's an excerpt of our conversation.

New Service Person- Hello, how can I help you?
Me: Hi, I've had Roadrunner for about a week and it breaks every single day. I think we need somebody to come out and take a look at it.
New Service Person: That should not be happening. Let me transfer you to Tech Help.
Me: No! No, we've talked to them four times, I need somebody to come out and... (too late. Brilliant New Service Person has already switched me.)
Tech Person: Hi, how can I help you?
Me: (Thinking: You can send me your address and watch for packages in the mail!) *repeats problem, becoming more desperate*
Tech Person: How long does it take for the Roadrunner homepage to load in?
Me: About two minutes, and then it's just a blank page.
Tech Person: Well, that should not be happening. Roadrunner is always on and ten times faster than DSL.
Me: *bangs head into table*

I think it's safe to say that that brilliant tech girl didn't turn down tenure at MIT for this position, right?

Thankfully, my mom took over before I could yell obscenities at "Bridget" and got transferred back to New Service and got a guy to come out and fix it that afternoon. Problem? The modem was broken and blocking all the signal, hence our not being able to get online. And he fixed it. I love him.

So, for a brief few hours, we were all fine and dandy, with high speed internet to play with to my heart's content.

But all was not perfect in paradise. We were supposed to have some rain last night. Which I thought was just fine because that meant a cold front was coming through and I wouldn't have to suffer through any more ninety degree days. And I like rain. But, as it turns out, it wasn't a little bit of rain, it was a torrential downpour with eight-mile-and-hour winds. Like get-in-the-basement winds.

We spent a little time in the basement, and the power went off for a minute. I didn't really think that much of it, as it came back on in a minute. So my sister and I are sitting on the floor reading magazines when my mom offhandedly comments on how the cable is out. Now, I knew this. But the ramifications of this hit Imladris and I at the same time, and we just looked at each other.

The season premiere of House was on that night, and we didn't have a TV. Worse, the cable company had an hour and twenty nine minutes to correct this problem if I wanted to watch the show I had been waiting for for weeks. My sister was almost as upset, and she just started liking the show this weekend.

Of course, keeping with their customer service motto "Maybe we'll fix it, maybe not", the cable company did not deliver. So Colleen and I spent an hour in the den hunched over this little teeny-tiny portable black-and-white TV.

At least the show was good. :)

Lessons From Life

Lesson #1: Always check your e-mail before going to school. Otherwise, you may get up obscenely early and run around in the heat and humidity like a banshee because you have an hour before class and you still have all the homework you neglected this weekend, only to stumble into the building and find a cute little sign on the door saying that art history has been canceled, you should have received this e-mail. Well, clearly, this would not work, as Road Runner was being a B*TCH again and not letting us on. So now I have nowhere to be until ten, but it's pretty pointless to waste the gas going home again. So I'll just sit here and drink coffee and get my work done. Bummer.

It's really early. I just tryed to use my student ID number to get into my yahoo e-mail. *rolls eyes*

Why????

Is everything I love ripped from me!?!?!?!? The wonderful incredibly fast internet that I had for a brief twelve hours is now gone!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!! It was so great---so fast and so clear. Johnny is ten times hotter when he's on a 17" flat screen LCD monitor, let me tell you. And now it doesn't work. *sob* I think I shall try again when I get home, and the Geek Squad guy is coming this afternoon, so maybe he'll be able to fix it. *sigh*

So I was forced to come to school early this morning. Okay, not really forced, but my mom had to leave early to take my sister to school, and she wanted me up while I was alone. And, as we didn't have any internet (grrr) and it's not too much fun just to sit around an empy house for a short period of time, I decided to come here where they have food and internet access. Funness. And I'm actually being healthy this morning- I skipped the scone and coffee and went for a bagel and water. And it wasn't really a total desire to be healthy, it was just that I knew Senor Luna tonight would be, like, a billion calories. But so damn tasty. So I watched a little bit of my House DVD (I broke down and bought it. I shop when I'm stressed.) So good.

On a slightly similar British note before I go, Cherie Blair has managed to "stick it in it again", or so my little e-mail alert from the London Independent declared. Apparently, she was in Delhi this week and suggested that she didn't agree with the Muslim views on women, which is okay, I suppose, as long as you don't make those comments while you're sitting at a table with a bunch of Muslims. Cherie, dear, what were you thinking? Tony's not the popular anyways!!!!

OMG!!!

Roadrunner is God's gift to humanity. Johnny Depp and Roadrunner. This is so amazingly fast!!! Yay!!!! I'm totally supposed to be doing school, but surfing for Joshie pictures after a week drought is way more fun!!!

Long Awaited Update

I know, I know, you were all sitting at home over the holiday weekend constantly checking and wondering, "Where is Kathleen's update??? Well, my computor at home is still trying to kill me with a slow, painful, disconnected-from-the-internet death, and I could never get on the damn thing long enough to update. So you had to wait until I got back to school. And now I only have twenty minutes. This is also why I don't have a Tanglewood picture up yet...that should be coming on Thursday or Friday after the little Geek Squad guy comes and gives me high-speed internet again. I may love him. Anyhoodles, we have a lot to cover, as a lot has gone on...

First- diplomats are hot. Especially when played by a brooding Ralph Fiennes in The Constant Gardener. (No, Imladris, not in that "fabergeegg" way (btw, still laughing!!!). Brilliant movie, by the way. I mean, way too much Rachel Weisz (do you know how hard it is to find the "w" on the keyboard???), but other than thatl, brilliant. This is going to sound snobbish, but it's really not, because sometimes I love nothing more than a good stupid romantic comedy or mindless action/adventure flick, but at the end of summer it's kind of nice to see a movie that makes you think, but is still good and entertaining. Everyone should go see it. Torture scenes are kind of disturbing, though.

Oooh, I saw Red Eye with Imladris and Mary on Sunday...this, too, was a really good movie. Not stupid horror-flicky at all. I mean, except for that bathroom scene, Rachel McAdams was totally dressed at all times. Unlike the usual heroines, who appear to wander around in their perfectly coordinated underwear all day. And Cillian Murphy is brilliant as a creepy guy with weird eyes. Seriously, they're this close to albino. Despite Mary's objections that "too much of it took place on a plane" (it's called plot, sweetie), it was quite good.

Hmmm...oh, Rehnquist died, but I'm assuming you all knew that. It's so sad, but he was looking really bad towards the end. I mean, in January at the innauguration, those other justices were circling like vultures who saw dead meat. And W nominated Roberts to his post. Which would be good, if Roberts is as conservative as he says he is (lets not forget Souter, children. Benedict Arnold for the 20th century). He's only fifty, so he could be shaping the laws for thirty-forty more years. I mean, technically we were still feeling Nixon's influence, as he appointed Rehnquist. Anyway, I kind of wish that he hadn't died until after Roberts was confirmed, because it would have been a lot easier. However, that would have left a hole on the court with a month to go before the next term starts, which is kind of scary. At least this way, if Roberts is confirmed as Chief Justice, there will still be nine members of the court for the fall term, as O'Connor has said that she will stay until they confirm her replacement. Rehnquist made no such promise. :p Can you tell I love constitutional law???

Don't you hate it when a TV show comes out on DVD, and it's on sale, and you think "Oh, I heard about that. I wonder if it's a good show. Maybe I should start watching it." And then you do, and fall in love with it ("it" being the operative word, girls, not "him") and by the time you realize this the DVD set is not on sale any more and you face the choice of never seeing the entire first season or coughing up more money than you have right now (most of which is earmarked for the roughly ten DVDs that are coming out in the next month and a half that I feel compelled to buy)??? Sheesh. That birthday check had better arrive soon. ;)

For those who don't know and haven't heard my whining about this for the last week, that happened with me and House. Such a good show, and I've only seen like three episodes, and now the DVD is $44.99. Well, it's $41.99 on amazon, but by the time you pay for shipping it's way cheaper to buy it at an actual store. This sucks. At least the season premeire is next week. Except I don't like Sela Ward. She's way too Desperate housewives for me, you know, way too tight skin on her forehead, a better body than most twenty-year-olds, and that I'm-a-strong-woman-but-I'm-wounded-and-vulnerable-somebody-please-love-me look. You get the feeling she goes home at night and cried into her botox.

I have to get to class, and I'm sitting next to a smoker who is making me gag, so I'll be going now!!! I'll update later if I think of anything else.

AOL Is Trying To Kill Me

Maybe the Unibomber was right. Technology is evil. I am relegated to doing almost all of my internet work from school, as AOL decided to conk out and the super-slow dial-up laptop will remain our only source of internet access until the little Geek Squad guy comes out and hooks up Roadrunner. Which I'm desperately hoping will allow us to keep our own screenames, because, really, there's only so much togetherness we can all take, okay??? ;)

That's also why I haven't put up a picture of Josh at Tanglewood yet. Not, as Imladris was accusing, because I was doing my accounting homework. I spent half an hour on FOJG last night trying to find one, but it takes so long because everything takes twenty minutes to load in and nobody will just make a thead "Hot Pictures from Tanglewood"...sheesh. I did find one really smokin' one, but it wasn't the right format and I really didn't have the energy to try to reformat it. So I gave up and had dinner instead. I don't think you can blame me, it was almost nine o'clock.

(Side Note: Just spent ten freakin' minutes in line for a mocha and scone... I really did try to be healthy this morning, but they were out of bagels. God wants me to have a scone. On the bad side, I've only been here a week and spent twelve dollars already...scary...Tasty blueberry scone, though. And I kinda have to eat. I tried not doing that on Wednesday, but I ended up getting lightheaded in Latin and, really, don't I have enough to worry about with that class???)

Anyhoodles, not much is going on. We spent three hours in Best Buy yesterday. I was exhausted. I actually came home and took a nap. I haven't done that since I was three. Then I lounged around the house thanking my lucky stars that I finished all my homework on Wednesday and didn't have anything to do.

(Other Side Note: Latin's a b*tch. Six sentences took me an hour to translate.)

Also right up there with AOL, sports of all kinds are trying to hurt me now, too. My first choice for viewing on Thursday nights are reruns of Friends on TBS. So I flipped there last night at seven, and found *scary music* baseball. NOOOOOOO!!!! So I decided to go for Joey, on NBC. And guess what??? There was a freakin' football game on!!!!! What the hell???? So I ended up watching this really strange Oxygen movie with no point but Christian Bale. Colleen and I couldn't even figure out what it was called (TV Guide said it was playing something else.) So weird, but a very good look for Christian dear.

Wanna know something embarrassing? We were watching this and my mom walks through the room. She takes one look at the screen and goes "What are you watching?!? There's a naked woman on the screen!!!" Colleen and I are like, "Wha???" and we look...and there really was!!!! I mean, it was just from the side, and you didn't see anythign explicit, but it was still a NAKED WOMAN, and therefore rather offensive, on the screen and we hadn't noticed it because we were looking at Christian Bale. That's kind of scary. :p

Then I watched the last half hour of Maid in Manhatten on FX. Huh. I know I saw that movie in theaters, I even still have the ticket stub. But I do not remember a thing about it. Seriously, I didn't even remember that J. Lo's character had a little boy. And once I figured out that he existed (I'm not stupid), I couldn't figure out how he met Chris. My whole recollection of their relationship was that she lied and they spent one night together and then he left. Very confusing. Kind of an interesting movie, though, when you realize what's going on. And Ralph Fiennes is hot as a sensetive politician. So seeing The Constant Gardner...

I'm kinda late for class, but I will definately try to find a Josh picture for my blog, okay??? Ciao!!!

Cheapness

The cost of an iced mocha in the library has gone down from $3.80 to $3.50!!! All right!!!! Go Alterra!!!! :D

Anyhoodles, I've spent the last ten minutes on FOJG trying desperately to find a Tanglewood pic that I could download and put on here, because, let me tell you, Tanglewood was a good look for Joshie dear. ;) But then I remembered that I'm at school and they probably wouldn't appreciate me downloading flap pictures on their new computers...hmmm...no, I guess that wouldn't be good. So I'll try to find a hot one this afternoon when I get home and am trying to avoid accounting homework...always fun!!!

Goodness, it's freakin' early!!!

Back to School

I am now officially the upper cookie in an Oreo...according to my mother, who informed me of this as she was sobbing in the bathroom this morning. (She figures that freshman year is the lower cookie, and sophomore and junior years are the stuffing. I, being a senior, am now the other cookie. Get it? :) I don't really blame her, because today is going to be kind of stressful as it is, and her oldest starting senior year just kind of hit her. And then she started crying about how it's been thirteen years since she stood crying in my school parking lot as I started K-4...I love that she cares so much!!! :)

So yeah, I'm sitting here in the library with my traditional frappuccino and scone...which I know is so totally unhealthy, but I really don't care right now because I'm feeling faint and haven't had time to eat anything today. And I'm kind of worried. But that's a whole different story.

They did, however, grossly overcharge me for this frappuccino, as I really don't think the little bottle is worth $2.65. I may have to wait for another before they figure out their pricing plans...on the upside, the rest of the drinks seem to be cheaper as they switched from Starbucks to Alterra coffee brands. Yayness!!! Scones are still just as tasty, and the woman who was at the counter every blessed morning of last year was there this year too, so it was nice to see her again.

And, shocker of shockers, art history is really, really interesting! The woman is really nice, and funny, which is a quality that I've found to be seriously lacking in female professors that I've run into. It's like they're all bitter and barren and mad that you're not. She's wonderful, though. And I suppose I shouldn't have been that surprised, because I actually to love art. My favorite museum on the mall is the National Gallery of Art (a bummer because we always seem to make it there five minutes before they close. That damn geology exhibit we spend days at, but we never seem to have enough time for the art... ;))

So I'm crossing my fingers for the rest of the day...accounting is looking boring, but whatever.

Ciao!!! :)

Laundry List

I think this must be a terribly uninteresting blog to people, as it's all kind of random and I'm kind of boring. And today will be no different...I have a veritable laundry list of things to discuss...

First, it's been a crappy week. Or, more correctly, a crappy four days. But I guess it hasn't been the crappy, because we've done a lot of fun stuff together, like go to this beautiful church and watch My Best Friend's Wedding last night.

That movie rocks. The best movie ever. Okay, not best, but darn close. I want Rupert Everett to come be my best friend. That would be great. And did you ever notice how Dermot Mulroney always plays a creep??? "You look good without your clothes on." *shivers* And let me tell you something- that scene is totally unrealistic. Nobody, whether you're Julia Roberts or not, wears a hundred dollar black lace bra and panties set underneath her slouchy two-sizes-too-big Dress Barn outfit. They just don't. In fact, nobody who owned that kind of an outfit would even think about owning said hundred dollar black bra and panties because they are completely impractical. White cotton would be their choice. Anyhoodles, good movie.

Oh, and on Thursday I walked into a doctor's office and they were playing Joshie! And then I started to cry. It had been that kind of a day. And then I almost hit the receptionist when she was on the phone and said "Oh, we have whats-his-name on here, and he's probably put you to sleep." !!!! Whoa!!! Thems fightin' words!!!

Let's see, not much going on... Saturday was kind of boring. We got three amazingly large zucchini on Saturday morning. They looked as though they were picked in northern Ukraine and just shipped here. Almost scared to eat them---afraid of the glowing. :) They should make way more bread than we could ever eat, but it's fun.

Oooh, another Saturday thing...totally random and nobody but Mary will understand it. A new dictionary entry:
Dummit- (n.) when you're tying to shout "dumba--" and miss. Hehehehe...so funny. "You dummit!!!"

Today has been pretty slow, too. We went to Mass. You know, it's amazing how many famous people go to our church. Steve Martin, Chander from Friends, Al Pacino, Kevin Bacon- all at church. ;) However, nobody that looks like Johnny, Josh, or Alan. Probably a good thing, as I would have to change parishs because my focus would so not be on the Mass...

Oooh, and I got my birthday gift from Mary. She was supremely generous and gave me the DVD of The Sound of Music!!! Oh Captain, my Captain!!! (Another good quote, Colleen: "You like Walt Whitman???") :) :) :) It earned a place on my DVD Shelf of Honor, reserved for only those DVDs which I truly love. Dear Frankie got bumped. Oh well.

This afternoon we had lunch at Noodles. Yay!!! Love me some noodles. I tried to eat with chopsticks. It didn't work. :P

And then I had to *sob* get ready for school. *gasping sob* NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! DON'T MAKE ME GO!!!!!!!! (The sad part? I don't even dislike school that much!) I have huge overweight type books that are so big I can't even fit them all in my backpack. I have to carry art history because there's nor more room! And I can't dump them in my locker, because I only have ten minutes between classes and most of them are on opposite sides of the campus. I hate it when that happens. Like the college gods are conspiring against you. And I got my parking stickers mixed up so I'm not sure which ones go on which car. Grrrr.

All of this, however, was make remarkably better by the presence of what I believe to be the greatest invention of hte 21st century (I know it's only five years old)- the clickable Sharpie. OMG, these are the funnest things EVER. I was marking everything I could get my hands on just because they are so fun to use!!! I got clicky highlighters, too, but they aren't as fun as the Sharpies. I even asked for some for my birthday...how sad is that???

Going to go scrounge for food...

Hair

I felt this deserved its own post. It was that traumatizing/hilarious/traumatizing again.

As one of my numerous posts from last week attested (I have no life and therefore spend most of it writing on here or raising Sims) I actually had my hair cut and styled on Wednesday. It was obscenly expensive, but I really didn't care because my hair looked wonderful. I'm not being vain, it just looked way better than it ever did before and made me look ten pounds lighter, which is always a good thing when you are religiously opposed to diet and exercise. *shivers* Anyhoodles, I was feeling quite good.

Then Saturday came. It was time to wash my hair. I was kind of apprehensive at first, but figured that the nice little stylist had told me exactly what to do and given me the products to do it with. And I'm not stupid. I figured I had it made. So I wash my hair and comb it out and put the stuff in and scrunch it and let it dry (as per her instructions). And it dried.

In a horrible flat-yet-frizzy shadow of what it had been a few hours earlier. Nothing resembling a curl was visible. It was just crunchy and straight and kind of resembled dreadlocks a little bit. I was horrified. So I , being an rather intelligent, mature young woman, went crying to my mommy. Well, I wasn't really crying yet, but still.

My wonderful mommy who raised me to be rather intelligent and mature yet to always come to her with my problems, told me that yes, my hair really did look awful, and that she would help me (she is something of a hair godess, she's been helping my sister for years.). So I dutifully washed my hair again and brought her all the obscenly expensive products that I had been instructed to use and let her do her thing.

Oh. my. gosh. It sooooo did not work. We tried scrunching, as that was supposed to give it height. I suppose it did, but only in the sense that I had a ball of fuzz where my hair was supposed to be that reached about six inches into the air. I looked like Fran Dresher stuck her finger in a light socket.

So I rewet my hair. We are going to start from scratch, this time trying to emulate the handy little dryer that they had at the salon with a diffuser.

Oh. my. gosh. It worked even less than the time before. First of all, my neck was stiff because we tried having me lie on the ground with my hair spread out behind me so that we didn't actually have to touch it dry it, thus negating the possibility of more frizz. It didn't work. So then we break out the curly product crap that is supposed to work and tried scrunching again. SOOOOO not.

Fran is now standing in a puddle during a thunderstorm with a frickin' pole putting Ben Franklin to shame.

My sister was sitting in the chair and just started laughing. When I looked up, rather hurt that she would find my follicle-related pain funny, she tried to convince me that she was simply "having a party in her head" and really wasn't laughing tears because of me. Yeah. Sure, sweetie. It lost some of it's crediblity when she looked away and stopped laughing but whenever she glanced back at me she would be choking laughter again. Even my dear sweet mother was like "Oh, thank goodness we're going to Irish Fest for Mass tomorrow, because I really don't think you'd want to go to church where people know you!"

The final straw was when my little brother, who is a typical male and wouldn't notice if my hair turned purple with pink polka-dots, walked in and his little eyes got really wide, really quickly. Ugh.

Finally, we agreed that the brillo pad on my head wasn't going to go away, and Mr. Sheffield wasn't showing up to ask me to be his nanny, so I should just wash all the junk out of it and just let it be, because, honestly, anything would have been bettter than that.

And do you want to know the ironic thing? I simply washed it, combed it and pulled it back, just like I've been doing for seventeen years (well, the first couple I wasn't doing it myself...), which flew in the face of everything that cute little stylist said at the salon. And it looks perfect.

Ironically, I love it even more now that it's so low maintenance. :)

Comment Spam

Okay, not to discourage any people from commenting, because I really do appreciate it, but I had to add a word verification before you comment. I've been having a problem with comment spam recently, and it's kind of getting annoying when you get a really, obscenly long add for spa systems or the like instead of a legitimate comment. So just type in the word you see and everything will be fine.

Thanks!!!

Don't you hate it???

When a song gets stuck in your head??? I've been hearing "Don't Cha?" all blessed morning! And, really, that is not the greatest song to have looping in your mind. Would you really go to the Pussycat Dolls for relationship advice? Maybe that girlfriend who is neither hot, freaky, raw, or fun has some other qualities that Busta Rhymes finds appealing. There is more to women, you know!! Although, really, if she's with Busta Rhymes perhaps there is something wrong with her. Think about it.

Last night I woke up around three and couldn't fall back asleep because it was so beastly hot in my room and there was no breeze coming in from the windows. So I laid awake and listened to the thunderstorm instead. It was so cool- there was thunder and lightening and the rain was hitting the eave outside my window...I love thunderstorms. Unfortunately, the thunderstorm ended and I had nothing else to do so I watched VH1 for half an hour which is why "Don't Cha?" is stuck in my head. Grrr.

I have to stop touching my hair. It's wet and I keep wanting to touch it to make it dry faster, but that makes it frizz. *sigh* I have a big problem with this. I'm always touching my face or my hair even though you're not supposed to.

And why isn't anybody reading my post about Hooking Up (the show, not the actual thing, ewww...) on TV Watch??? It's actually up now, and linked on the sidebar.

Yay- A Beautiful Mind is on tonight!!! One of my top ten favorite movies of all time!!!! ABC 8/7 central, I think. Watch!!!! Russell Crowe should have gotten Best Actor for this!!!! Why did he have to go punch that producer????

Wow, that was random. :)

Rainy Day

I love rainy days. Always have. They're just so much more interesting than sunny days. It's like on sunny days you can see everything, but on rainy days there's this sense of mystery, like something is hidden. I love nothing more than to stay at home on cold rainy days (okay, it's kind of warm, but whatever) and read. I used to save those Wishbone mysteries for rainy days when I was a little girl, because they just seemed way more fun when it was kind of dark out. :) I did that unintentionally last year, too, when I read The Rule of Four on a rainy day....super good book, by the way. Like the Da Vinci Code without the blasphemy (nobody get mad at me...) So yeah, I love rainy days.

Anyhoodles, what else is going on in my rather lamentable life? I have to go back to school a week from Monday. Bummer. I have a complicated relationship with school. I really don't like doing the work, but I kindof miss being there when I'm on summer or winter break. It's weird. But after all the school-related crap that I've been through, I've kind of realized that I should just be thankful that I found a place I actually like enough to miss and not dwell on the bad parts too much. And things actually worked out with my schedule!!! I didn't get into math, but there was another sort- of math class at the same time that was open! Yay!!! So I still have my perfect schedule and twelve credits. Life is good. Ooooh, and I get to go buy my books on Monday! I love buying my books at the beginning of each semester---so much fun. I love new books. Even that huge law one that I had last year that made me kind of scared.

Hmmm...oooh, saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory again yesterday...I have now run out of my own friends to see it with and am relegated to going with my sister and her friends (it's not as pitiful as it sounds...it was a family thing...). Super good. "Hold on." "Okay." Worth the price of admission. *faints* Little wedding/baby fantasies all through the whole thing...

And I'm reading Sense and Sensibility again. I read it first sitting in a hospital when I was like twelve and fell in love with it. Then I read it again when I was probably fourteen-fifteen and loved it even more when I understood more. This was when I fell in love with Col. Brandon. Then my sister made me watch the movie, and, needless to say, I was gone. So I figured I should read it again, because my understanding of nineteenth century literature has gotten even better. It's so good. I totally know why it's my favorite book. Love it. I cheered when Col. Brandon came in. ;)

Oh, and I got my hair done yesterday. I felt like a little Amish girl or something, because it was actually the first time I've had my hair done at an actual salon-type place, although I am almost eighteen. I kept wanting to say "No, really, I've had other life experiences! I do leave the house!" But it looks good, so I'm happy...

Let's see...anything else??? I've been watching TV lately, but nothing good enough to put in my other blog. Mainly reruns of sitcoms, and you can't parody sitcoms unless they're totally un-funny by themselves, and that's not the case. Boston Legal came back on- yay!!! I love my little lawyer friends, and was quite devestated when they were taken off the air in favor of those *cough*whores*cough* on Grey's Anatomy. Humph. But they're back!! I love James Spader's character...so unique. Is he up for an Emmy again? Because he totally should win.

And I saw part of CSI: NY last night. It was the kind of funny one about the the oil and the electrocuted guy and possibly one of the most uncomfortable lines ever "He wouldn't have died if he hadn't been sweating." Okay, honestly, if a kid is sweating coming out of my sibling's room, I really don't want to hear about it. Even if I killed him. *shivers*

Oh, and I heard about this hot guys thing on TV Guide or whatever and they were doing CSI:NY and every single male on the show was listed except Mac. (!!!) Now, I know he's no Eddie Cahill (take me now!!!) or even cute like Danny (although the bondage jokes with Aiden are getting a little bit off-putting), and that scene in Forrest Gump makes me want to throw up and/or wash my eyes out with rubbing alcohol, but less hot than the mortician???? Damn. I don't even know his name! I'd take Mac over that guy any day. And I don't think it was very nice. At least leave more than one guy out next time. Or better yet, devote an entire show to Flack!!!

Ooh, I think I'm going to go hitch a ride with my mom to the library...I want Dr. Zhivago...in a Russian phase...read the book, by the way. In fact, one of these days I should just put up a list of books that you absolutely must read before you die. I actually had a list like that once, except it was books to read before I turned twenty. I'm so weird. Does anybody else do that?

Shades of '03

Like the new name??? I felt the need to profess my undying devotion to the movie...

Anyhoodles, my family and I watched Pirates of the Caribbean last night.

It rocked.

It's the best movie ever.

Jerry Bruckheimer had first dibs on my firstborn. Seriously, I'll send it to him when it arrives.

I love this movie. It's the only movie I can think of that I can watch over and over and over and over again without ever really tiring of it. I saw it SEVENTEEN TIMES , for goodness sakes. And that was just in theaters!!!! Even my sister, who was putting up a little stink because she didn't want to watch it again, started smiling as asoon as Capt. Jack came on and was like "Okay, I'm really glad we're watching this..."

It's not the movie what I love so much, I love what it represents. I mean, don't get me wrong, the movie is wonderful. The first time I saw it (before I liked Johnny) I turned to my dad at the end and said "Okay, when can we go again???" It's such escapist stuff- It knows it's Disney and it's proud of it, damn it!!! Right down to the Mickey Mouse gunshot. You end up liking Norrington and Will and Elizabeth and even Gov. Swann, who has got to be the stupidest dad ever.

It's more what it represents, really. It gave me Johnny. Before this he was just that weird guy who ws in Edward Scissorhands. Now he's covering most of my bedroom.

I saw this movie with anybody I could get to come with me (as pitiful as I am, I would not have gone to a movie for the tenth time alone...). I remember the night that I saw it at ten o'clock and then my friend and I went back to my house and listened to the soundtrack until one. And the time I went to see that with my friend and a group of her friends from school as opposed to studying for my college chemistry test the next morning. (I got an A-, and had a hell of a time). And the last time I saw it in regular theaters, when it was just my mom and I and this creepy old guy and we were laughing so hard when we got out because we couldn't- or didn't want to- figure out what possibly could have drawn him to it.

And then there were the boards. Seriously, I lived on the imdb boards. We even named one of the characters. You know the guy who says "That's got to be the best pirate I've ever seen!" when Jack and Will "commandeer" the Interceptor? Yeah, well, we thought he was way to important to just be "Lieutenant", so we named him Teddy. And most of the girls thought he was kind of cute. He needed a name. Good times.

I even still have my calander page from December of 2003, with December 2 all highlighted and with smiley faces all over...I'll never forget it when my English professor cancelled class that day. I almost kissed him.

I'm not pitiful enough that this is still all so important to me. I watch other movies , the last time I was on the imdb boards was over a year ago, and I honestly hadn't watched the DVD in close to a year before last night. But it totally takes me back. I needed that movie that summer. I needed something where I could forget about all the other crazy shit that was happening and just be happy for a awhile.

And I got it- in the form of the kick-ass-iest movie of all time. Johnny. Rum. Guns. Swords. Johnny. JOHNNY. Really, what more do you need???

Rasputin

Okay, so maybe that casting director really didn't look that fondly on his memory...

Anyhoodles, I was watching it yesterday, with Imladris, and it was...um....interesting. First of all, I had to pause it for ten minutes while she literally rolled on the floor laughing and asking "What furry little creature died on his face!?!?!?" At one point my mom called up and asked if anybody needed oxygen as my charming sister was screaming with laughter at an alarming rate. Finally we were able to move on though...

I gotta say, as devoted as I am to my dear Mr. Rickman, and thankful as I am that this role came along as it gave him a Golden Globe and an Emmy and one other award I cannot remember the name of (I think it's British), he is NOT hot in this movie. Not remotely. Even I couldn't see it, and I found Johnny Depp in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory incredibly sexy. I don't know, it was probably the beard. Or the greasy hair. Or the fact that he was essentially a man-whore with a cross around his neck. I wonder what kind of monestaries they have in Siberia where he learned to do that... And then there were the scenes where I had to bury my head in the pillow and fast-forward while Imladris was screaming about how she had to go scratch out her corneas...but I digress.

But despite his lack of hotness, he was frickin' hilarious, probably unintentionally. The whole dancing thing---"Dance, dance...Revolution-literally!!!" So funny. And towards the end with the cabinet at Forney's house- "This is a beautiful cabinet, can I take it?" The "Russian" accents attempted by the cast composed of entirely British and Americans was quite amusing as well, but I still love the dancing. That's the best part.

Kind of a good movie, though, when you remove all that. The woman who played Alexandra was really good- she had that tortured gaze down pat. And Ian McKellen was the Tsar- one very faggy Tsar, in Imladris's words. :) The four girls all looked alike, except that Tatiana was sporting a uni-brow that I found quite distracting, but they weren't really part of th story. Alexei was good, except that he looked too healthy. But he was cute and a good little actor.

And Forney was in it!!! I love Forney!!! Albeit as the guy who kills Rasputin after trying really hard to do so for like an hour (no, it's not a spoiler, it's history. You should know the ending already. Sheesh.). But I still love him, as Alan's beard and drunken molesting of every female in sight was getting king of annoying.

The little historical inaccuracies were kind of annoying, though. Like the Tsar wasn't really ticked off at Rasputin, he pretty much believed, along with his wife, that he held the soul of this other crazy dude that had been healing Alexei. He didn't directly exile him, it was the other members of his little posse. And that friend of his (I forgot and probably wouldn't be able to spell it if I remembered) whose death was fortold by Rasputin didn't die that early- it was much later, during WWI. And there were only two chairs in the room that they were executed in. Come on, everybody knows that! The guy brought in two chairs- for Alexei and Alexandra- that part really bugged me.

So, I guess, in general it was a kind of okay movie, although I really enjoyed the part about the Romanov's more that the whole Rasputin thing, which isn't like me. But the ending was kind of upsetting because, as we all know, HBO can pretty much show anything they want, including the murder of children. Albeit with an extra chair.

Dance dance Bolshevik revolution! :)

I was this close...

...to writing moody, angst-ridden song lyrics on here a couple of days ago. The School Situaiton had not been going well. Public Relations was full, leaving me with a huge gap in my schedule and only nine credits, which is completely unacceptable. And I was not happy about this, as it would leave me having to either take a class at the other, not-so-pretty school near me or do something at home, which doesn't really work for me because I have little to no self motivation. And whatever self motivation I may have had in the morning quickly evaporates after spending hours sitting in a classroom. I suck. And school problems, more so than others, have a tendency to make me depressed. Hence the moody song lyrics.

But it worked out. I talked to my advisor again, and there are three more classes that are open, all of which look semi- to really-interesting and fit my schedule. Plus, she said to wait until next week because the school would probably allow more people into the class if it was that full. So I may actually get my first choice! Yay! Depression avoided and nobody has to read italicized Coldplay lyrics. Everybody's happy!

So yeah, not much else is going on. My mom woke me up early this morning as she and my sister were leaving the house and said that my brother's friend was coming over and the house was a mess and could I please help her out and clean it??? I didn't really mind, because I was going to do it anyway, because nobody else will and she can't move. But I didn't know when she was coming home with the kids, so I decided to clean first and then get dressed. And with only one person cleaning, although my little brother helped a little bit, it took a really long time. The kitchen alone (I had to do the floor and everything) was like forty minutes. So I was running around in my pajamas for an hour and a half cleaning. Not fun. I even still had my glasses on, which is longer than I've worn them since 2002! But yeah, the house it clean now, which is nice. I really do hate living in a dirty house (not that ours is dirty, but with a twelve-year-old who is obsessed with things with little parts, it can become a little bit cluttered). I finished just in time, too, as I was just getting dressed as they pulled in the driveway. Success!!! This is a good thing, because now I don't have to do the whole thing tomorrow while my mom is at the chiropractor! Boy, I'm boring!

Oh, oh, I finished a super amazing fantastic book yesterday called "Alexandra: The Last Tsarina" by Carolly Erickson. SOOOOO good!!! I'm a sucker for all things Russian (don't know why- I'm not Russian, nor do I like anyone who is, which accounts for my interest in Great Britain, Australia, and Scotland.), and I love the whole Romanov story thing. Ever since I read that little Royal Diary of Anastasia a long time ago when I was little. Although I never believed that she escaped. It was just too improbable, even to my ten-year-old mind, that a seventeen-year-old could have possibly escaped from a room where she was being shot at point blank and that her would-be executioners would just let the fact that they were missing a body pass. It wouldn't have worked. I think Anna Anderson was a money-hungry crazy.

It always puzzled me why nobody made a big deal about Alexei being alive. He was the heir- he would have had a better claim to the "fortune" that they supposedly left than one of the Grand Duchesses. And his body was definately gone- nobody is even sure if it was the body of Anastasia or Marie that's missing. Thanks to that handy little Y chromosome, they know he's gone. I guess it's because everybody loves a princess story. And she had the prettiest name of the four girls. Olga? Come on. What were you thinking when you named that one, Alex? Huh?

But yeah, it was really interesting to read about how the monarchy really lost it's edge, mainly because Alexandra was being picked on so much she had to turn to less-than-reputable help, usually in the form of her little friend, Grigory Rasputin. An ugly dude who has no good qualities other than some casting director looked upon his memory kindly and cast my beloved Alan Rickman in his role in the 1996 HBO movie. (Which somebody checked out the library. It must be a fellow Rickmaniac, because I cannot possibly think of another person who would want to watch that *rolls eyes*.)

One last thing, I've been trying to get my TV blog to show my last post, but it's working, despite the fact that I wrote it on Saturday. Right now you have to click on a specific month before it will let you select August, but I'm trying to fix it. Let me know if you have any problems. Ciao!!!

Stuff

Note: I updated TV Watch (linked on the sidebar) with stuff about Hooking Up. Really, the show just set itself up for mocking. I didn't have to work at all. Enjoy.

I have no life. I'm so boring. Like rivaling some cloistered monks boring. Except I don't have books to translate from Latin to English. And if I did they wouldn't be very readable because I kind of suck at Latin, but whatever.

I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on Wednesday with my mom and sister and her friend. You know what? It was totally better the second time! I wouldn't have thought that, but it really was!!! I was having wedding fantasies and naming my children throughout the whole thing. :) I know, wierd. My first choice for a little girl's name, Bethany, doesn't sound too good with Depp, but my second choice, Carolyn Susan does. So just in case Johnny and I ever have a daughter, I'll be totally set. But anyway, the movie was good too. I was able to pay attention more to him because I knew what was happening (not that it took a lot of concentratiing the first time) and what he was going to say, which made him even hotter. I refuse to listen to detractors who say "You cannot possibly find him hot in that!" because, clearly, they have never seen Johnny go "Hold on" in a darkened theater and...yeah...let's just say I'm still dreaming about that one. :) Love me some Johnny...

Let's see, what else is going on??? Um...not much. We went out on the boat on Friday, and I managed to get horribly sunburned. Really badly. My arm hurts so badly...its even up the side of my neck. Blasted Irish complextion!!!! But that was fun. Then we went out to dinner, but the restaurant only had one cook, so they were only offering like four things for dinner. So it was kind of between calamari and a fish fry for me, and I dislike seafood of any kind, so I had a dinner of french fries. But that's fine, because it was still fun to be out. Today didn't do much of anything. Goodness I'm boring!!!!!!!

Oh, and my entire educational career is crumbling before me. Okay, that may be a tad melodramatic, but still. My advisor who screwed me up by not registering me hasn't been able to get me into math. And my fallback class was full. Grrr. So I have to either hope that the guy will override it, or screw up my entire schedule just to have enough credits. And now I'm conflicted about where to go to school next year. I actually looked at the school I was planning on, and their program doesn't have as much of what I want as this other place, which charges way more than I could possilbly, ever hope to be able to pay. So unless they want to give me a ton of money to go there, which I won't know about until next May (damn FAFSA guidlines!!!), I can't go. Damn. Oh, well, things will work out....

Read my other blog...I worked hard on it!!!

Josh Being Socially Aware...

Yeah, I kinda didn't download this picture because I love the fact that he's wearing that "One" bracelet thingy that hte Live 8 concert was for (not that I don't, because I love that he cares about little starving children and, probably more importantly, white is a Good Color on him), but rather because something about it made me almost fall out of the chair upon viewing. I don't know what it is. Is it the hair? The shirt? I mean, there's no flap so it can't be that!! Anyhoodles, I think it's a wonderful picture, and worthy of sharing. Again, not mine, but rather somebody elses. Enjoy!!!

Pride and Prejudice

I know I just updated, but a friend just called to tell me to go watch the new Pride and Prejudice trailer immediately, and as I have nothing else to do and am stuck babysitting, I obliged.

Just a little disclaimer, I still love the Colin Firth edition best. Nothing can ever ever beat it.

But this one looks so good!!!!!! Despite the fact that it has Keira Knightley in it, whom I have sworn to hate for the rest of my life because she's unnaturally tall, thin, and got stuck on an island with Johnny Depp in POTC, it looks amazing! And it's from the producers of Bridget Jones' Diary and Love Actually, two of my favorite movies of All Time. And it's got the Love Actually music, which makes any movie look better. Can't wait until Nov. 18!!!

August?!?!?!?

Note: I was scanning my last post and realized that I answered the Trivial Pursuit question incorrectly...it was, of course, West Berlin that was the free city behind the Iron Curtain. I know nobody cares and/or recognized that, but I felt stupid. I knew that it was West Berlin, my spastic fingers just typed East.

Whoa, when did this happen????? It's August already??? Ugh. I hate August. It's probably my least favorite month of the year. First, it's usually beastly hot. Not good. And it means that I have to go back to school in like a month. Also not good. But I guess it's better than a friend of mine who has to move into her dorm in some obsceneley small number of days like twenty. And then she has a week of "bonding" activities. See, this is why I'm never ever going to live in a dorm. Because my idea of bonding is showing up the day school starts and maybe moving into the dorm. Or maybe not. Call me crazy, but the idea of sharing a bunkbed and three square feet (if you're lucky) with a complete stranger and the whole "communal bathroom" thing doesn't strike me as a good time. I'm planning on mooching off of my parents until I can afford my own apartment. Even a roommate would be kind of too much. I mean, what if you had a fight or something? And you still had to see them in the living room and kitchen. Ugh. So yeah, "bonding" with a bunch of other people fresh out of high school is not my idea of fun.

On other school related matters, remember at the end of the last post where I was whining about my advisor not calling me back? Well, she did. And told me that she kind of lost my file and didn't register me for my classes. I.E., the ones that start in like four weeks. Ugh. So I had no classes. Thank goodness I got into three of the ones I wanted, but the math was already filled up. Which sucks because I suck at math, and desperately needed this class before I start college next year and find myself dead in the water in college algebra. But, thanks to my advisor's superior organizational skills, I will not be attending that class. *rolls eyes* Okay, it's not entirely her fault, because I might have gotten bumped anyway, and she said she'd e-mail the professor and ask if he could override me, but still. Oh well, at least I got into Latin. I really needed that, to, like, graduate... kind of important.

So yeah, that's my pitiful life. Ooh, shout out to Mom and Dad, who have the air conditioning on. Yay!!!

Insomnia

It sucks. I couldn't sleep last night, and woke up around one. And then tried desperately to fall back asleep for an hour before giving up and watching TV. But this is not so simple. My remote control doesn't work anymore, so I had to go steal my mom's (who has the same TV as me), which caused me to bang my shins into various things along the way, even though their room is just across the hallway. Isn't that weird? How there doesn't seem to be anything around when you turn off the lights at night, but by the time you get up to go to the bathroom or steal a remote control somebody has snuck in and put all of your large, sharp, immovable objects right where you step? Amazing. Right up there with the mystery of why it is fundamentally impossible to have as many socks coming out of the washer as going in. Impossible. I think that's one of the questions we are going to have answered when we get to Heaven- where all the socks went. And why the computor freezes up and goes so slowly every single time you need to get someting quickly...another one of life's big mysteries.

Anyway, I got the remote, and padded back to my bedroom where I proceeded to turn to VH1 and watch Mariah Carey's "We Belong Together" video. (Dear VH1: Love you to death, but please spring for the rights to some new videos. As nasty as the though of being married to Eric Roberts would be and I totally support Mariah's decision to leave him for Guy With No Hair- although, honestly, she could have been a little bit nicer about it-, I'm getting sick of the damn thing. Thank you.) And Nick at Nite was running a four hour block of Murphy Brown, which is a really funny show!!! I love it. I think I shall have to go buy the DVD. And Faith Ford is in it- totally didn't know that. The only thing I didn't like is that Paul Reubens was guest starring...ewwww!!!! But otherwise great. Why can't there be any funny shows that aren't stupid today? Why did I have to be born so late??? I'm holding my breath for Out of Practice this fall, because it's from the people who did Frasier, and if they can recapture that I'll love them forever...

So yeah, I watched three hours of that before finally falling asleep at five o'clock. Which, of course, led me to sleep until almost ten (which is late even for me) and then I had to wash my hair. Am I the only person who thinks this is annoying? Maybe it's just because I have so much hair that it takes forever, but it takes so long and it doesn't look good, and I hate the feeling of wet hair but if I dry it then it frizzes and it's just a no-win solution!!! Sheesh. I hate it. Our hair should be like our fingernails or something- occaisionally you have to scrape dirt from it, but other than that it pretty much stays clean. That would be perfect. Hate washing my hair. And I'm vigilant about it too, only because it looks so bad the day I wash it. Honestly, somebody is going to be asking me out sometime and I'm going to have to say I'm washing my hair---and it will be true!!! That's sad.

Anyhoodles, what else is going on??? Oooh, the funny Friends episode with the "Dude, you didn't say Die Hard" line was on the other day, which then led me to start thinking about Die Hard and how Bruce Willis really should have been move understanding of Hans and not killed him and the like...but Alan's cute little "American" accent was good...I think we should all love German terrorists a little bit more, okay??? Really, they're just lonely. And he did get that pregnant woman a sofa, remember? If you're truly evil, you don't worry about pregnant women's back pain. You just don't.

And the classic Trivial Pursuit rocks!!! Even better than the '90s edition which nobody will play with me because I totally rule at it. Well, except for my father, who knows everything about everything- honestly. To the point where it's almost not fun to be on the team with him because you feel like you're cheating. Usually we make him sit out and help whoever can't get a question- it just seems more fair that way. Anyway, Colleen and I almost won, except we didn't know what the Banana Boat song was (Daiooooooooo.....something daioooooooooo.....). Bummer. And it was kind of funny to read some of the questions...one was "What free world city is behind the Iron Curtain?" (btw, it was East Berlin), which is totally strange to a person who was like two when the Iron Curtain ceased to be. Lots of Yugoslavia questions, though, which were also kind of outdated. Funny, though.

Whew...nobody wants to read that, I'm sure, but I feel like I should update everytime I get on because it's not that often. I think I shall go stalk my academic advisor becuse it appears she has failed ot register me for fall semester. Not good. And I only have one year left there (although she doesn't know that), so I really need these classes!!! :p

War of the Worlds

So we all went to see this movie yesterday (with a whole three other people in the theater), and it was actually way better than I thought it would be. All the reviews that I read said it pretty much sucked, and while there were huge plot holes (why the hell was that little neighborhood in Boston perfectly clean when the rest of the world was like ending???) and it actually got so intense it was kind of funny towards the end, I thought it was really good. But most importantly, it let me spend two hours loving Tom Cruise like I did before the whole TomKat thing and forget that he's really become a crazy, insensitive bastard.

The plot was mainly Tom Cruise going for Father of the Year. His ex, who is happily pregnant and presumably married to a rather anonymous-looking good guy named Tim, dumps the kids at Tom's to go to his parents. Here, the first plot holes begin to appear. First, I wouldn't leave my children with Tom Cruise- even if half their genetic makeup did come from him. And I certainly wouldn't leave them with him in the slums. And why aren't they going to their grandparents, anyway???

Anyhoo, Tim is also loaded and has a better relationship with the kids than Ray (Tom Cruise). This sticks in Ray's craw (what is that?) and he goes about rectifying the situation by not feeding the kids dinner and calling Robbie, the son, a very nasty name that I can't repeat here for fear of being kicked off Blogspot.com. Oh, and then he goes to bed and leaves little Rachel alone while Robbie steals the car. And then the aliens come (oddly, not as disurbing as leaving your ten-year-old alone and hungry).

So for the next two hours Ray runs around with the kids, stealing cars, feeding Rachel peanut butter (with one of the funniest lines in the film), shooting, and hooking up with a really scary looking Tim Robbins in some basement (my dad said the first thing he thought of when he saw him was "You live with Susan Sarandon long enough...") and just generally tries to find his way to Boston, where, for some inexplicable reason, Mom will be waiting with perfectly coiffed hair. Yeah, it got kind of longwinded and boring after a while...

I still love the 1953 movie better, but the two leads were actually in this one, as the grandparents at the end. It just seemed more smooth and flawless, probably because they weren't focusing on Tom Cruise's seriously lacking parenting skills and the like, but this was pretty good. Dakota Fanning, for being an eleven year old, is a seriously good actress. Even next to Tom Cruise her's was probably the best performance in the movie. And that Robbie looked amazingly like Tom Cruise, although with an attitude. So pretty good- go see it. Steven Speilberg has definately moved on from cute and cuddly aliens ala ET...

17 Things I Did NOT Need to Know...

Pay no attention to the title...unless you were on the boat with us on Friday, you wouldn't get it. And I can't really explain it, because that would just be nasty. Suffice to say that all men are gross, even those I so lovingly call Daddy and John. Whatever...

Sorry I haven't updated in so long. It seems like whenever I'm able to write, somebody's on the computor (yes, mother dearest, I realize that you are only comfy in this chair...). I haven't really been busy, but it feels like it. You know how it can all of a sudden it can be two o'clock in the afternoon and you have no idea how the time was spent?

I've been reading Six Wives, this super good book by some guy whose name I forgot about the six wives of Henry VIII (surprising, I know). I'm only halfway through Anne Boleyn, but that's like three quarters of the way through the book, because Catherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn get like six hundred pages and the last four are shoved into the last hundred. Which I don't think is entirely fair, because they were important too. Like Catherine Howard- she was and interesting little adultering whore!!! And Catherine Parr survived him- that deserves fifty pages at least. Anyhoo, it's a really good book.

I did go out for coffee this week with Mary, just before she left. Sadness. We'll miss you, Mary!!! And she doesn't even have a cell phone, like I did while I was in Cleveland. Oh well, she is housing the poor and all that...so I guess it's worth having her gone for a week. But it seems like summer is almost over and it just started. Especially since I found out my sister doesn't start school until September 7th!!! Like a week and a half after me. Bugger.

Speakinging of stuff I was supposed to do with Mary and the like (okay, we really weren't but whatever), I saw The Island yesterday. Sorry, Mar, you're on your own for this one. The trailer made it look intersting and fun and not at all what it was- long, uninteresting and kind of upsetting. I mean, the whole clone thingy really freaked me out more than I thought it would. Human beings going through some kind of twisted gestation in what appeared to be giant fake breasts??? Not fun. And that whole first part seemed like it was two hours long and really boring and then they started blowing things up, which went on for like another hour that felt like three. Ugh. Even Machete Boy couldn't redeem this picture, and that's sad.

So now I'm just sitting here waiting for my mom to get home with breakfast and watching Blow Out on Bravo. This show is frickin hilarious. That Jonathon Antin is crazy. The whole show is him going "Oh my God, you guys, I think I'm going to cry!!! F---!!!! I'm not gay!!!" I think somebody is overcompensating... Funny, though. This is actually the first time I've actually watched the show, because everytime I see it in the TV section I think it says Blow Dry, and then I think "Oh my gosh, Alan's going to be on TV?!?!?!?!" before realizing that it's just that show on Bravo. And then I get a little bit sad. :(

Going to go stare out the window and wait for my doughnut...

Johnny Rocks!!!!!

Made it back from Cleveland---everything is going well and I'm thrilled to be sleeping in my own bed. Although the air conditioning isn't on as much as I'd like...that's one thing for my parents, whenever we're in a hotel they pretty much let me run the thermostat. Anyhoodles, I saw a movie on Friday night, and, as the title will attest to, Johnny rocks!!!!

Even with the face makeup and gay little bob thingy he's got going on in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, he is so undeniably perfect I could hardly stand it!!! The movie was kind of better than I was expecting it to be, actually. I've never read the book, and never saw the Gene Wilder version (I still say he's just ticked off because clearly he isn't hot enough for his version to be the definitive edition...), but I pretty much knew the story. It didn't strike me as a real kid movie, though. If I had a little one, I don't think I would let them see it...Tim Burton scared the hell out of me when I inadvertantly watched a Nightmare Before Christmas twelve years ago... but watching Johnny be so...well, Johnny was really fun. He's such a good actor- there were only a couple of times when I could see some of his other characters coming through- a little lip curl like Jack Sparrow or something he would say like Ichabod Crane... and a little Ed Wood, but I think that's only because he was acting so effeminate. I guess Tim Burton brings out Johnny's kind of freaky side...

My favorite quote- "Even I'm eatable. And that, my dear children, is called cannibalism and is in fact frowned upon by most societies!" :)

And it's number one at the box office this weekend- beat Wedding Crashers by twenty three million. Ha. Johnny in makeup with fake teeth and lavender contact lenses can take on Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson. I love it. So go see this movie---SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hint: Go to a nine o'clock or later showing so that you don't have to deal with all those unfortunate preteen Johnny fans who you just want to say "Hon, you still have recesss. Get over him." Our crowd was mostly guys in their early twenties and a couple of older teenage girls. Much more managable.

Alan and Lonliness

I know a lot of my posts seem to have "lonely" in the title, but I really miss home and everything. The good news is that Grandpa is doing fine and is coming home tomorrow. So no more sitting around the hospital!!! Although one of the nurses aids is hot, so that's kind of a bummer. But whatever.

One of the things that makes me feel at home is "stalking" all of my little actor people. And as none of Johnny's sites will let me in, I've been relegated to the Alan Rickman boards. Not that I really mind, because I'm totally back into him. It must be a summer hormonal thing or something, because I haven't really liked him since the Josh concert in August. So I've spent the last hour looking at pictures...good times. He looks great in all of his movies, but Snape and Harry from Love, Actually are my favorites. Harry is so sweet and domestic looking (when he's not ogeling his secretary's ass) and is so sweet with those kids you can't help but love him, and Snape is...well, he's Snape.

I don't know, maybe I just have a professor complex (no, not on any real ones...), or maybe it's just that the first Harry Potter movie was when I saw him for the first time, or maybe it's just that kick ass "Turn to page 394" line, which literally makes me gasp, but whatever. He's my favorite. I would pray for detention. Yeah...I'm just going to go have happy thoughts in my head, okay???

Oooh, and how can I forget about Col. Brandon??? He may be the most attractive character he's ever played- gay little hat and everything. And you've gotta love the taking care of the ex-girlfriend's daughter!!!! Hmmm...love me some Brits...

Going to go try to make my eyes stop watering...darn allergies. I look like a demon my eyes are so red.

Stress

My face is erupting like Mt. St. Helens...to borrow a phrase from 8 Simple Rules For Dating My Teenage Daughter, it's somewhat like an oil spill without the dead pelicans. Yeah. Not pretty. Of course, it could also be the 90+ degree weather that this confounded city has that is sending my makeup in a desperate flee for my pores. This city hates me. *sigh*

Sorry, this is all you're getting tonight, I'm exhausted. And my phone is set to go off at seven tomorrow morning---as much I adore listening to Gerry sing to me, that's an awful, ungodly hour... Night, people!!!

Lonliness and Jane Austen

I'm homesick. I know I shouldn't be, because I'm only in Cleveland, and I've only been gone for four days, but I miss my life and my friends. Last night when I was down in the cafeteria I turned on my cell phone to check if anybody had called, and I almost started crying when I heard the message from one of my friends. It's not like it was a sad message, pretty much just a "I'm really bored, give me a call" thing, but it made me feel really lonely to know that she was at home nine hours away and I was standing in a cafeteria in Ohio. And this damn place doesn't clean your room more than three times a week---ever been in a hotel room with five people that hasn't been cleaned in awhile??? I'm just gonna let your little brains imagine that for a moment. Yeah.

Things are going well, though. Grandpa had surgery on Friday and came out just fine. We kind of lost him, because everybody we spoke to seemed to think he was in a different place. So after close to five hours and probably two miles of transversing the hospital, my mom, sister, and I finally found him. You could follow the bloody footprints that I left to verify this. In retrospect, the sandals with sharp, tight straps probably weren't the greatest idea. But I'm a shoe whore, what can I say. Seriously, I'm bleeding. I look down at my feet and think I've been abused.

So yeah, other than that, things are pretty boring. I got another ringtone on my cell phone, so now The Phantom of the Opera is my alarm tone. Hehehe...who doesn't want to wake up to Gerry serenading you with "The Phatom of the Opera is there...inside your mind!!!!"???? (This is my Copacabana...except with way more sex appeal...)kk They also had Point of No Return, but it wasn't the intersting, completely non-metaphorical part about all-consuming fires and opening
flowers...therefore wasn't worth $2.59. This is pretty good, though. :) Oh, and my sister and I watched Sense and Sensibility on the laptop last night after we got back the hotel. Even sitting on a creaky rollaway bed with some stupid Cartoon Network show on in the background, it's still the best movie ever made. And no, not just because of Alan. That's part of it...but not everything. Although I really could have done without my sister pointing out every one of his gray hairs throughout the whole damn movie... ;)

Speaking of Jane Austen, I read The Jane Austen Book Club sitting in a waiting room yesterday, and everyone must go read it. Aside from the Sense and Sensibility chapter where they repeatedly refer to Col. Brandon as dull and suggest that Marianne was essentially sold to him by her sister and mother. Clearly, this was not the case. Marianne was being a stupid, immature, rude bitch for the first three quarters of the book and that was why she didn't see Col. Brandon and immediately run into his arms (gray hair aside). It took a run in with that bastard Willoughby and a brush with death for her to realize that Bradon was the only guy who had loved her through everything, even when she was galavanting around town with the guy who knocked up his quasi-step-daughter. Sheesh. Darn, my blog is being a bitch and won't let me go any further...I should go back to the hospital anyway. I'll try to update again tonight if I'm not too tired...

Update from the Road

Or the city that is trying to kill me. Seriously, their roads are screwed up and they want me dead. Ugh. Why the hell does this city use that damn changable lanes thingy??? Hmmm??? But whatever. I'm happily settled in the little hotel room...and sharing a bed that is only as big as the one I was get to myself at home. But that's okay. Mainly I'm just worried. And trying to fight off the waves of flashbacks that come each time I smell an old scent. I did discover that spending time at a hospitals when you're older is a lot different than when you're twelve. It just feels different. Indescribable, really, but totally true.

And my fun flippy phone came right before I left!! Yayness!!! And while I was sitting in the hotel room with nothing to do this morning I figured out how to dowload fun ringtones and backgrounds. So now I have Canon in D as my ringtone (weddings!!!!) and Great Britain's flag as my background. I was going to download it anyway, but I wanted to have it today after what happened this morning.

How awful is this??? I was shocked when I heard, mainly because I was half asleep and my mom's call on the cell phone woke me up, but whatever. I must admit, as soon as I got over the shock and turned on CNN I thought about Alan and all the other guys I like in London. Kind of sad, I know...

Anyway, my thoughts and prayers are with those in London today, and please pray for my intentions as well!!! I'm sorry this is kind of short, but I'm really tired and want to go eat a Three Musketeers bar...k? See you later...

My Crazy Life

No, not the E! show, where washed-up "celebrities" talk about how they got in a traffic accidnet ("And then I like HIT him!!!! *giggle*"), but rather an update that I couldn't think of a name for. Whatever. Today I have a laundry list of things to discuss, ranging from Josh to Sandra Day O'Connor.

First off, I spent all afternoon watching the Live 8 concert on MTV and sometimes simultaneously listening to radio feed from Philadelphia on AOL. And with the exceptions of Bon Jovi doing "It's My LIfe", which is one of the few rock-like songs I enjoy, and Sir Paul, there wasn't a whole lot of interesting stuff going on. I think the starving children in Africa got bored after a while. Mainly because Josh was in Philadephia doing a beautiful, hauntingly sweet duet with Sarah McLaughlin on "Angels" (although, honestly, if Sarah had just shut up a little, it would have been good...) and NOBODY SHOWED IT!!!!!!!! I had to go find it today on the internet (FYI, you can see it at this link: http://myweb.cableone.net/rkjlc/media&20;.html, Nay's Josh site...just don't hotlink...it's rude!!!) Anyhoo, he did beautifully- I love that song and Josh made it even better. I think he should consider putting something like it on his next album. Not that anybody asked me.

Much like nobody asked Madonna how to solve the world's problems. Now, I like the idea of this concert, and it was great at getting out awareness and everything, but Madonna was up there going on and on about how this was totally going to change the course of history because now the whole G8 Summit was going to go totally differently and all those little world leaders were going to forgive all the debt and come out hugging. Hmmm. Now, they didn't call me or anything, but I sincerely doubt that when Blair, Bush, Putin, and five other important guys whose names I don't know (Canada? Come on- you've got no identity!!!) get together the first thing they do is sit down and go "Okay, boys, who heard Madonna yesterday? She had some good ideas I think!" They're like running the world!!!! You wear traffic cones strapped to your chest!!! Not the same thing!!! Sheesh. Madonna bugs me.

Speaking of running the world and other powerful positions, Sandra Day O'Connor announced that she was resigning yesterday. The sad thing was, Bennifer II's wedding overshadowed it on the internet. Scary. I don't pretend to be knowledgable enough in the legal world to venture a guess as to who will be replacing her, but as long as he or she isn't a turncoat bastard like Souter, I'll be happy!!! :)

Let's see, what else is going on??? Oh, Cleveland. Right. You know, on those stupid men's deoderant commercials they say that scent is the strongest scent tied to memory. I don't know how that affects Old Spice sales, but I completley believe it. In March when we were there I walked into the hospital and was flooded with that awful feeling of being twelve years old and sitting on the floor of St. Luke's again. And it wasn't pleasant. And I've got a week of it coming up.

I'm not ready at all. I just broke down yesterday and bought some short-sleeved shirts. And then spent a ton of money on not-fun stuff like shampoo. Yay. That's exciting. Why is everything so expensive???? Grrr....

One final thing---Charlie and the Chocolate Factory comes out next Friday!!! And Johnny's on the cover of Entertainment Weekly this week!!!! Albeit with false teeth, lavender (????) contact lenses and a bob, but whatever. Still hot!!!! Gotta go, but I'll update soon.

Why does no one comment on my posts anymore??? I'm feeling unloved. ;)

TV Watch

Just so you know, I put up another post on my other blog about how I'm going to do it this summer. And if you weren't reading it during the TV season and still want bitingly sarcastic reviews of all of my favorite shows (usually all the CSIs), check it out. It's linked on the sidebar on the link aptly titled "TV Watch", or you can find it in my profile. Enjoy!!!