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

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

Also, I'm now really poor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jack Bauer got Tyler Durden to talk about Fight Club. Then Jack beat the crap out of him.

I'd just like to say that I really hate people. All of them. Every last one,

We now return to our regularly scheduled update.

Soo---quite wrap-up of shows this week. Over on 24, Morris armed the rest of the bombs and is now in a pissy little funk, Jack's dad is Evil (duh), and he would probably be having sex with the brother's wife if the show had enough time for that. Jack I mean, not the dad. That's just icky.

CSI post-Keppler (*tear*). It was okay. I think Catherine should have been more upset. And Grissom needs to shave. Seriously. But I'm glad they brought back that Minature Killer, because at least it's interesting. Even if it is a blatant attempt to distract us from the massive sucking wound that Keppler's death *choking sob* left in our souls as one would dangle keys in front of a baby.

CSI: NY---welcome to the AIDS Awareness hour. Stella's been cut with a bloddy HIV-ridden piece of glass---oh noes!!! And she won't know for three months because of sweeps the test takes time. *sigh* Now, I was totally fine with this whole thing because I figured they had a good ending all planned out , but then there was this little tag at the end asking viewers to send in ideas of what they think should happen to Stella.

What. No. Viewers are NOT to be trusted. These are the morons who ship Mac/Peyton.

Speaking of things that make me retch, how nauseating was the whole Mac/Peyton thing this week. Eww. I think he needs to being celibate in memory of his dead wife. I don't like this.

I am so not amused by school right now. Five midterms in the next two weeks. Boo. Hatehatehatehatehate. And they're all wicked boring too---I don't really care about life on the manor circa 1200.

Wow. This was really short and really boring. Sorry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's all folks...

What-what do you mean? Oh. Oh. Ew.

Don't have time for a real TV post on the appropriate blog, but here's a little rundown of what I've watched lately and my completely not-thought-out and sometimes quite visceral reactions to them.

GAH!!! I hate myself for LOVING last night's episode of Grey's Anatomy SO FREAKIN' MUCH. Hatehatehatehatehate. *slaps self senseless*

But really, George the sex machine and an Amish girl with cervical cancer? You can't beat that. Except maybe with polygamists on Numb3rs. It's a tough call, really.

OMG WHAT GEORGE PROPOSES WHAT NO HOW WHAT DOES SHE SAY STOP THE DAMN VOICEOVER I NEED ANSWERS CANNOT WAIT A WEEK GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


24- ZOMG, am I the only one who was kind of shocked and awed as thought my REAL country had been hit by a nuke? Because I totally kind of felt like that. Also, I'd just like to say that that any woman who has to make a choice between two men and chooses the short balding guy over Keifer Sutherland should be shot. And then when you realize that not only did she choose short balding guy over Keifer Sutherland, but over Guy Saving The World Who Looks Like Keifer Sutherland, well, then, she should be tortured and then shot.


Meanwhile, over on CSI, I was totally prepared to hate Kepplar because Grissom=Teh Crime-Fighting Awesomeness, but I kind of don't. In fact, I kind of think he's awesome. And I'm kind of shipping him and Catherine. Teensy bit.


FINALLY, new Studio 60!!! I was dying over here.


New Psych tonight---whee!!!

Now that we have sumarized the fake world, my real world is startlingly boring. Have to work on Sunday even though I specifically asked off, which means that I will need to somehow survive on about three cumulative hours of sleep until next Saturday. *gasping sob* But at least I'll be home to watch the SAG awards.

First week of classes over, and things went pretty well.

Logic is either insanely easy or deceptively easy---I've yet to figure out which. Because every single person I talked to said this was the worst course ever and you should avoid it like the plague and if you do take it you kind of have to quit your job and hole up in a room with your notes for five months, and I'm getting none of that. It's kind of like, well, yeah, if the premises don't match up then obviously the conclusion is going to be invalid. Duh. So not sure. Maybe the wanting to kill yourself comes later.

Going out to dinner with the whole Fam Damnley this evening, and will continue my quest to find something on a German menu that isn't 1.)meat, 2.)fried, or 3.)fried meat.

Ciao bella.