I'm Being Dragged Kicking and Screaming Back to School

And no one feels sorry for me. It's not my fault that I have a perfect schedule that gives me a week off in the middle of March just for the heck of it. You all could have this too. I just made different choices. *sniff*

Mmmm. Doughnut. I ate a crapload of doughnuts this morning. Really. It was a mound. The one good thing about going back to school is the muffins (I just typed "miffuns" tee hee). We love the muffins. They are excellent. Especially the lemon ones. Which are light enough that you don't feel like a fat pig but still a muffin so you feel full. Feeling full is something I'm familiar with right now. I just ate a lot of Taco Bell. Their caesar burritos- God's gift to cheap mexican food. And their potatos. Probably a good thing I made myself do the stairmaster this morning.

I really want the British copy of the Bridget Jones books. They're much longer, and way funnier, and there's stuff about Princess Diana. I need them. And I finally have money, so I decided to see how much they were on amazon.co.uk, armed with my trusty currency converter website.

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An hour and a half later, I've visited various internet sites trying to figure out exactly how much it costs to send something to the U.S. from the U.K. (wow, that's a lot of "U"s and periods...). Because amazon.co.uk makes it seem deceptivly simple, with a whole little rate chart and everything. Until you get to the bottom of the page, and there's this teeny tiny little disclaimer saying, "Well, there could be custom charges, but we can't predict that so just cross your fingers..." As much as I love Bridget Jones, I was not content to simply say, "Oh. Okay. We'll see if the government likes me today." So I had to do a very long Google search and finally ended up at the U.S. Customs and Border Control website, where they had a pdf copy of this book that has all the duty rates. After a painstaking chapter perusal (why can they just have one titled "Books"??? No, this one is "Paper Products and Paper Mulch Products". I know why we're like a trillian dollars in debt. Too many big words.) I found out that books are free. You know what? I don't even care if I'm right. I'm too tired.

Wonderful weekend, though. Went out for coffee with Mom and Imladris yesterday morning, which was crazy amounts of fun. Even if we didn't talk about me at all. Nothing. Whatever. And then had more coffee in the afternoon. And then gorged myself on wonderful cookies that Daddy made while watching a show about Henry VIII on National Geographic. So I had caffeine, chocolate, and pizza yesterday. That was healthy.

And then today I ate the aformentioned mound of doughnuts and went to see Failure to Launch with Mom and Imladris. As long as you go in realizing that this is a chick flick headlining Matthew McCoughnahay and Sarica Jessica, you'll have a good time. Except I'm still feeling a little nauseous from Terry Bradshaw's bare backside. Nobody- NOBODY- needs to see that.

Holocaust Movies

(Note: Good/Bad Imladris is bogarting the good computor with the pictures folder. Thus the notable lack of icons. Although I'm not entirely sure I could come up with appropriate icons for a holocaust post. But still.)

I'm a sucker for them. War movies too. I'm so weird. I get buggy watching romantic comedies for longer than ninety minutes, but give me a four hour manifesto with dead Jews and I'm there.

So I watched Schindler's List today. Wow. Really good. I don't usually get that upset by movies that I watch at home (I think because it's not dark and stuff), but I was crying so hard at the ending. When they give Oskar the ring with the Hebrew saying- well, I don't think I've been that emotional since the last time I watched Life is Beautiful. Another holocaust tearjerker. Not that there are a whole lot of fun holocaust movies.

Anyhoodles, I love Liam Neeson even more now, if that's possible. I've even forgiven him for being the baddie in Batman Begins. And when you can forgive someone for trying to rid the world of the brilliance that is Christian Bale, well, you know you've grown emotionally.

And now I have mixed feelings about Ralph Fiennes. He was totally evil in this, and I can find attractive qualities in almost anybody (the terrorist in Die Hard? Misunderstood.), but pure evil is difficult to love. And a word to the wise, Ralph- take care of yourself. You can't carry off being overweight. Just no.

So other than the full-frontal nudity and gratuitous shots of some random woman's bare chest, this was a completely awesome movie that everybody should see. Did you know that Steven Spielberg didn't accept any money for it because he said it would have been blood money? I think that's sweet.

For Imladris

This is my 200th post!!!!! Which might become significantly more exciting if you mistakenly think that I actually have something to say. Which I don't. I'm pretty much just waxing extensive on my views on things that don't matter. Case in point: today I feel like discussing Anna Karenina, Winston Churchill's mother, the fact that I think my thigh muscle is ripped, and the British House of Commons and why they are SO MUCH BETTER at this whole legislature thing than we are.

First, I was reading Colleen's blog about how she got 150 pages into Anna Karenina (which she did, as I supsected, steal out of spite for me and my ability to sleep this week)- good for you, hon, only like 800 more!!! And it reminded me just how much I love that story. Which reminds me that I desperatly need a South Korean bootleg copy of the movie with Sean Bean as Vronsky. But that's a whole different diatribe.

And she is right. I would kill many, many people to be in Anna's position. I mean before she throws it all away for fleeting physical gratification and then literally throws it all away- under a train. The whole married to a Russian aristocrat who doesn't feel any particular need to talk to me or touch me but instead sends me on fun little trips to Moscow for the weekend. In pretty dresses.

Anna was a stupid whore. I was kind of worried about feeling sorry for her when she dies. Yeah. Right. You can just be run over. I don't even care.

Speaking of aristocrats that I'd like to marry (and there are plenty of them) I just finished reading the awesome book, The Titled Americans, which I was able to purchase with my trust Rewards Card...*ahem*. It was about the Jerome sisters who all married rich British guys with titles. And then Jennie gave birth to a little prodigy named Winston. Who ended up like saving the world. See???????? This could be my life!!!!!!!!! My kids could make the world safe for democracy!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Although they'd be a hell of a lot cuter that Winston Churchill.) I want to marry a rich British guy...*pouts* Except that Jennie kind of had some marital fidelity issues that I'm fairly certain that I wouldn't have. Why do I always identify with the adultress??? Seriously. It's a problem. I'm really not a whore.

(My icons aren't working. Bugger. Blogspot.com should die.)

I think I ripped my thigh muscle. No, really, I think the stairmaster crept upstairs and ripped it for me. Because it will not rest until I am hobbled.

(There would be a funny icon here. But there isn't.)

Wanna know how big a geek I am? I'll tell you. I was randomly flipping channels a couple of days ago and C-SPAN was doing the little Prime Minister's questions from the House of Commons. Normally I would have been like, "Yeah, this won't allow my brain to rot, so let's see what's on VH1...", but we had just watched a video on this whole thing in government (from the early nineties. Do you have any idea how the average British Parliament member dressed in 1991? Not pretty. Not pretty at all) and I figured there were worse ways to spend a couple of minutes.

Oh. My. Gosh.

It was so funny. Really. People were like bobbing up and down trying to get to ask their questions, and then they'd all start yelling "Boo!!!!!!!!" or something happy when somebody actually did get to ask a question. And the people who were actually allowed to speak would just kind of yell random insults at the poor PM (even if they were Labour...really, Americans are nothing if not partisan.). Blair was just like, "WTF, man?" for a whole half hour. I mean, I'm sure he wasn't, but probably would have been justified. I know I would have started yelling at people to sit down and shut the hell up after the first two minutes. I would so not make a good Prime Minister. For many reasons. But this is a biggie.

It made our legislature look so BORING. Seriously. We probably get more done, but they have way more fun. I mean, nobody boos Delay in public, no matter how much you hate him. And all of our people have their own personal space. Those Britons were shoved up against each other. This is another reason I woud not last long in the British political system. I would seriously need space to spread out. And a desk. None of this chapel crap that they've got going on. You have to really like the person in the district next to you, because you will be spending a lot of time with them. :p

All in all, a rather entertaining way to kill ten minutes...

Whoo!!!!! Spring Break!!!!!!!!!

This is what most people do on their spring breaks...

This is what I'm doing...

Not that I mind, because, as we all know, alone with coffee and a book is really how I prefer to be. And I wonder why I'm a social pariah. Hey, it beats Cleveland, which is how I spend last spring break. This book, btw, is absolutely awesome. I started it last night and I'm two hundred and fifty pages in because I literally cannot put it down. Really. I had to force myself to come and write this blog entry. And guess what? They're making it into a movie!!!!*gasp* Oh, it will be so awesome. And even awesomer??? (Yeah, it's a word...) Everybody on the boards thinks that Christian Bale would make a fabulous John Wilkes Booth!!!!!!!!!! *gasp* *faint* *gasp again* Oh, I'm so there.

Anyhoodles, I don't think that everyone in my family is happy about my being home this week. I was rudely awakened this morning by Imladris coming into the room practically shouting, "I'm mad at you for being off, and I'm taking Anna Karenina." I still haven't figured out if the taking of Anna Karenina was a consequence of the being mad (if so, it wasn't a very good one; I finished that book like a year ago) 0r just an afterthought and she just wanted to make sure I was awake. I'm thinking that final one.

Well, I'm off to go enjoy doing nothing. Except run to Borders, because I am a Rewards Card member and need to spend my complimentary 30% off coupon before it expires. Ah, the idle life...well, Lupe's not on spring break, so I really should go clean up the kitchen.

Dyslexic Cows

First, I updated my TV blog, although not with happy news. Why the hell can't they give one of the loser networks the sports contract? Really, NBC could use something other than th Law and Orders. Here's the direct link in case it didn't post automatically.

Oh, I love a good dyslexia joke. Especially if cows are involved. I kid, I'm actually a very sensitive person. Really. Movies about people with diabilities or learning problems always make me cry. Seriously. I was rapterous during Saving Private Ryan (btw, they weren't kidding about those first twenty minutes...) and Schinder's List (okay, so I've only watched the first twenty minutes...did you know that thing's over three hours long???) but I cried like a baby during Forrest Gump. And not just the death parts.

HAHAHA...the Office. One of the few shows that will not be ripped from my fingers for an ungodly amount of time. Finally got back in touch with my inner pop culture whore and saw Walk the Line yesterday. Oh. My. Gosh. That is an unbelievably awesome movie. It should have been nominated for best picture. And Reese totally deserved to win. And Joaquin Phoenix was awesome with his scary hot eyes. Half of me would love to run into him in a dark alley and the other half would be scared to death. Honestly. Everyone should rent this---it was really good. Good Night and Good Luck is coming out on DVD on Tuesday, so I think I'm going to end up working my way through the Oscar contenders on DVD.

I just love this icon. So funny. And so true. There are times when caps lock jut does not get the message across that I want. Sad, but true. Well, faithful readers, I think I shall go gorge my CSI-less sorrows in chocolate drenched Bay Bakery cake...

Just FYI...

This is Watteau's "Embarkment for Cythera". Not the Departure for Cythera, which is what it says all over my art history exam. I'm a moron. That's ten points at least. Other than that, I think it went well. Except for a slight van Eyck debacle, but I prefer not to think about that.

Only an hour and a half and I can get the hell out of here. And don't have to come back until next Monday. WHOO!!! Of course, I could be gone now if my prof wasn't threatening us all with expulsion if we don't show up for this damn Parliament video. *sigh* Maybe there will be hot British guys. My loving sister suggested I just close my eyes and listen to the accents. You can tell she respects me. *eye roll* Maybe there will be some hot fabergeeggs... :D

Saw Mary sing the entire Requiem last night- and they did a remarkably good job. I was kind of expecting a rather amateurish version (nothing against your voice, hon...), but it was really, really good. My recording was from the Berlin Philharmonic, and I really think that they did just as well. Of course, I didn't get home until nine-fifteen, and then had to clean up the kitchen where, as usual, the rest of the family had apparently exploded upon eating dinner because there were way more dishes than any three people should ever create in one meal. Especially when all one eats is prepackaged food. Sheesh. And then I started to study the last half of my exam review, because it had just been posted hours earlier and I spend the majority of the afternoon assembling the stairmaster.

I'm really smart. I'm not tooting my own horn, I'm just saying that I'm every bit as intelligent as most people. But it took a stairmaster to have me sitting on the basement floor surrounded by bolts and washers and various other tooly things talking to myself while my little brother looks desperately for an exit. When it came, it looked pretty easy. A big box, so I figured that all the pieces were pretty big and therefore there would not be much putting together going on. Ha. Not so. And then I read that little instruction booklet (after tossing the complimentary "Guide to Healthy Eating"...crazies. The reason I bought the damn thing is so I can continue to eat my chocolate muffins with no adverse affects!), and I figured I could do it.

I was wrong. Really, really wrong. First, I had to figure out how to work the damn wrench. Which didn't go well, let me tell you. And then the pieces didn't go together that well. Like we ended up with a coupe of extra screws left over. And I'm not entirely sure where they were supposed to go. Well, actually, I know that there are only three of the four recommended bolts in the base, because we couldn't get the other one in. But I think three is enough to hold it together. You should have seen the look of horror on John's face when I announced I would now be connecting the wires. It was rather amusing, actually.

But we got it together, and it really works well. Colleen did it for six minutes, burned almost as many calories as she did in half an hour on the treadmill, and then promply got off and announced that stairs were the devil and she was going to die. :) I can't wait to actually use it. The assembly was my workout for yesterday. :)

I'm going to go kill time before the British Parliament...oh, maybe Tony Blair will make an appearance. Every time I see him now I think of Bridget Jones. And then I start to laugh. That actually might not be good in government...

Freakin' Midterms

I think there was a post on here like this last semester. I get the same way every single term...I do not like midterms. Because it gives everybody the opportunity to stop being all nice and saying, "Oh, it's just a quiz, you have plenty of opportunities to make it up" and instead get all Nazi and go, "Yeah, well, this is at least as important as the final exam." I don't like this.

And then I realized that these will be my last midterms here. I only have eight and a half more weeks of school here. Like forever. And then I got a litte sad. See, if I had stayed at my high school, this would have been cause for rejoicing, because seriously, there was no way anybody was making me stay there a second longer than I had to. I was totally preparted to graduate a year early. But I like it here. And I don't really want to leave (well, actually, they don't know that I'm actually leaving. They think I'm still "deciding".). Oh, the sadness. What will I do without their convenient parking and teeny tiny library? I'm thinking that if they take the time to name the thing after Golda Meir, then it's slightly bigger than this. Just a guess.

But back to my freakin' midterms. I have review for my art one in like ten minutes, and the review notes still aren't posted yet. Bugger. I hate it when this happens. Because I have over a hundred pages of lecture notes spanning from Gothic architecture to French Rococo, and it would be a big help to have just a general inkling of what will be on it. Because Caravaggio and Caraggie are starting to blur together in my mind. Except that Caravaggio was as gay manwhore. Literally. And I really don't think that it's fair that we did the Renaissance this term too, because we totally covered that last time. Grrr.

(Just checked again...no review notes...)

Anyhoodles, excellent TV lately, hasn't it been? CSI:Miami was superb (more Horatio backstory), House was awesome last night, and it's a new CSI:NY tonight. I could die of happiness. Literally.

I need to go be productive for awhile (Ha!) so have a good Wednesday, people!!!

OSCARS!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, the Live from the Red Carpet is on, and Isaac Mizrahi has avoided asking anyone about their underwear for a good ten minutes. Of course, he just admitted that he was "cruising" Jennifer Jason Leigh's husband before realizing that their relationship probably wasn't going anywear.

Just a couple of things- here is who I think will win, and you can dowload a printable ballot to play along here. I'm off to go watch all the gaudiness and self-interest. Have fun everybody!!!

Saturday and Gay Marriage

Oh, Saturdays are loverly. I get to sleep. I always used to feel badly about sleeping in because then I was wasting the day. Now it's like, "Aw, screw it, if it doesn't start with a "10", I'm not getting up..." and then I leisurly wash my hair and lounge and don't get downstairs until close to noon. Oh, I love Saturdays.


Except today I cut myself shaving. And there was a very large amount of blood. And I got a little bit lightheaded. I didn't know you had that much blood coursing through your legs. Strange, no? But my foot stopped hurting, actually...

My final topic was news like a week ago, but I keep forgetting about it. Which makes me no less excited. Now, I am totally into being eighteen because I can vote now. And in November is the whole little midterm thing where all the senators play musical chairs and I get to vote! YAY! But then last week, I found out that I also get to vote on gay marriage!!! Somebody finally wants my opinion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am no longer relegated to standing on a corner with a sign (a political sign, I'm not a whore...hehehe...literally...)- I can actually vote! Whoo!

Icons, Alan, and Arch Bandages

HAHAHAHA...sorry, this made me laugh. I am now so addicted to icons that I transferred my entire picture folder to my flashdrive just so I can use it at school. That's sad. It's Friday. Whew. This has been a really long week. Extremely long. I just want to go to sleep. For like 16 hours. Ont he upside, only one more week till spring break.

Yes, Johnny. I do. We were supposed to spend art class today watching Sense and Sensibility. And now we're not. Boo. Now I have to go home and watch an Alan movie. I'm totally back into him. And now I have to decide if $16.99 is too much to spend for three frickin' lines and maybe some special features (but probably not because nobody realizes his brilliant talant and scathing wit). I don't think so. I coughed up $24.99 for Something the Lord Made. And that was really just a gift for Imladris and Mary, who were afforded the inestimable pleasure of seeing Alan actually in a wheelchair.

In plantar fasciitis news (it the ligament in your foot, Mary...), I am now a beacon of foot care, with supportive insoles, an arch bandage that seems to think its fun to cut off the circulation to my toes, and I've spent like an hour pulling on my foot with a towel. And hanging off of a stair to stretch my calf muscles (actually, I had to do both of those when I was little for horseback riding). And I bought a stairmaster (well, I used my mom's credit card, but still...) so I'm stuck using the archaic stationary bike until it arrives in a week or two. Bugger. This was before the advent of the cushy supportive seats. I have a bruised backside, and it's only been a day. And I can't figure out how long is a good time to ride. I'm sticking with five miles. I think that's plenty. Imladris is trying her very hardest to have a look of sympathy on her face, but I think mainly she's pleased that she has the treadmill to herself whenever she wants it. :P

I need to go to my non-Alan-infused class, but I'm going to put something up on my other blog later, okay??? Ciao!!!

Hump Day

I hate Wednesdays. You always feel like the week should really be over by now, but then you realize that there are still three freakin' days to go.

I think we should all marvel at my devotion to the Church- I have to miss Lost tonight because of Mass. Sometimes I am even amazed at my saintliness. Ithink I'm going to try to be nicer this year for Lent. That never seems to work very well. I don't know why. I'm a nice person, really!!!

I really want to go home. For the first time in literally a year, I slept completely through the night until my alarm woke me up. Really. It's been since last Christmas. I must be exhausted.

I think that my plantar fascia is torn. And apparently walking keeps it from healing quickly. But the fast time for healing is two months. Yeah, right. Do you know what I'll look like in two months if I stop walking??? This is why we need a stairmaster. That doesn't aggravate your feet at all. And for only $88.00 and $17.50 of shipping and handling we could be the proud owners of one. Hint, hint. Conveniently, Mother dearest, I have your credit card, so I could totally take care of the ordering and all that...

Crap, I'm late for the most boring class ever. Grrr.

I Miss My Icons

They're at home...in my pictures folder. I always update at school, so I never have cute little icons. Bugger. I think I shall put up a whole icon post when I get home. Because they are so loverly.


First---it's Joshie's 25th birthday!!!! (And Yay for me for figuring out how to put a picture on my flash drive!!!) Happy Birthday, Josh!!! Isn't that cute?!?!?! Plus, I can totally do six and a half years. That's not weird at all. It's been a year since he sang at the Oscars and Beyonce totally stole his thunder. We hate her. A lot. And its also his little brother Chris's birthday...I feel kind of badly for Chris...

So how is everybody's Monday going??? I for one kind of like Mondays. I love the weekends, but Sundays are just depressing, and there's no good TV on, right??? I mean, Saturday and Sunday are pretty much just wastelands...I did tape Cold Case and Grey's Anatomy last night, so I'll probably put something up on my TV blog about those and the closing ceremony (Ricky Martin??? Wha???Why did Bocelli only get to sing one song and "She Bangs" was up there for half an hour???)

It's snowing so prettily...it's really light and floaty and is just kind of floating to the ground (actually, when you look through the blinds it looks like animated snow from a Charlie Brown movie...). This is a meteorlogical phenomenon for me, because for the past seven years, I've never seen snow actually fall- it just whips past my window at a billion miles an hour horizontally. I think this pretty snow has caused some accidents though, because the line of cars at this one stop sign was literally a mile long, and the expressway was just pretty much parked. That's so sad- why don't people slow down???

I should probably go "prepare" for art. I'm kinda worried that the prof is going to think I'm not taking the class seriously. See, she started assigning these outline things because nobody was doing the reading (I was) and they include doing sketches of the works of art represented. Which is just fine, except that I have negative artistic talent. My people don't even look like people- they look like those babies that are all bundled up, you know, a head and just a random shape for the rest of the body??? Yeah, that. Ugh.

I would so never...

...let my spouse appear on one of these shows. You're just begging for trouble.

This is not good...

...they're breaking in a new crew of coffee place people here at school. Who have a relatively low grasp of English. And give you the wrong coffee and don't put out swizzle sticks or milk for the coffee...ooh, looks like they just did. Be right back...

Yay- milk!!! Still no sticks, though, which is going to make stirring in the milk significantly harder. At least these muffins are made someplace else and shipped in.

Wanna know something funny? I sat here for ten minutes about half and hour ago trying to get my art notes to print, and each time it said, "Document Unable to Print". So I said some nasty words in my head and gave up. And now the printer is randomly spitting out my notes, even though I canceled the print. I'm very confused. Maybe it's because I slept weirdly last night- in that I slept. Usually I'm either awake for hours at a stretch (I know every video that VH1 has the rights to...) or I wake up occasionally. But last night I only woke up once, and I wasn't sure what time it was, because it was still really dark and I didn't have the energy to roll over and look the clock. And then I heard my dad in the shower and got a little bit sad, because I figured he wasn't showering at three o'clock when I had several more hours to sleep...can you tell I'm really tired!!!!

(Oh, here come more notes...)

Oh, Alan turned sixty yesterday...Maybe I should just leave this part blank so that Colleen and Mary can just fill in the insults. Is that alright, girls??? ;)

I'm feeling bloated and unattractive. (I know you all really needed to know that, right???) But I'm wearing my cute little black sweater. This is my favorite sweater. It always makes me feel thin. And it has a teeny tiny little rip along the seam under my arm. But nobody notices. And really, if you had a Ralph Lauren sweater that made you look thin, wouldn't you wear it until it wore out??? I know I am...

I'm late for class, but I'm going to do an Olympic thing on my TV blog later, okay???

Whoo!!! Research Day!!!

I love "researching" as opposed to actually sitting in class. Especially since I tried to pick up my insanely huge backpack this morning and pulled something and now I have terrible sciatic pain down my leg. And since I've been ignoring the increasingly fervant postcards from my chiropractor ("Seriously, where the hell are you? It's been like three months."), I'm thinking there's not a whole lot I can do about it. But it does make me wonder if we have the whole Romanov slaughter thing wrong. Maybe Alexandra begged Yurovsky to put her out of her misery? Did we ever think about that??? No, didn't think so. Plausible? I think so.

Yeah, just printed something to make it look like I'm working. Ha. They should know better by now.

So it's Monday again. That always comes up, doesn't it??? Three weeks until spring break. Yay. Most people go out and get drunk in warm locales...I sleep for seven days, emerging only for the occasional meal and entertainment. Well, except for last year when I went to Cleveland- the Home of Nothing. Yeah. This it totally my youth.

Insane amounts of fun yesterday though. Went to see Harry Potter with Colleen and Mary. While I was slightly more awake than the last time I went, it was still good. Although the producers need to seriously wake up and realize that giving Alan three freakin' lines in the whole movie (one of which is two words!!!) is NOT a Good Idea. Really. As much as I love watching him being all brooding in the background, I like listening to his accent more. Wow. I have some serious issues. Oooh, and all of our trailers were there!!! Pride and Prejudice and King Kong and Walk the Line...and one other one that I don't remember. But still, pretty good.

And then we were all ready to kill and eat each other, so we stopped at Taco Bell and consumed large quantities of Crunchwrap Supremes and cheesy potatos. Yeah. Good times. Good times. Yeah, that was pretty much it. Another one of those We Should Never Speak of This days. Always a good time. :p

I was going to wait until I got home to post this so I could add cute little icons before Imladris steals them all, but I don't want to. Read my TV blog, there's stuff about Numbers on there...

Russia

Oh, we love the Russians. I have a Russian complex. I think I am Russian. See, when my family members left Poland, it was technically Russia, because Russia was going through one of their frequent "Let's recreate Rome and take over everything," phases. So therefore, I am Russian. Makes sense, doesn't it??? I think so. Of course, my father, the bearer of "Polish" blood in my house, reminds me frequently that I'm crazy and not Russian. Whatever. Russian sounds way more fun. I told my mom yesterday that I was planning on taking Russian next year because I need fourteen credits of foreign language before I can declare my major and she just kind of looked at me like, "Really? You wouldn't want French or something???"

The Olympics have been good for the Russians, too. They've won both figure skating competitions, although it's really, REALLY hard to beat a Russian in figure skating. Because when they do their little back-story thing, the Russians are like, "I had to eat my shoes just to live." And the Americans kind of look at their own super-expensive shoes and are like, "Well...um...I was kind of overweight when I was little. That hurt." And the Russian's like, "Oh, boo-hoo. I'll bet your parents helped you through that difficult phase, right??? Well, I had to SELL my parents just to buy skates!" And then the Americans start crying because any sob story sounds better when it's in subtitles.

I totally fell in love with the Russian skater who won the '98 games...Ilya Kulick. (I'm sure that's not the right spelling.) I was ten. And then he married that Katerina Witt girl and they lived happily ever after. Whatever. I got over him. *sniff*

My Complete and Utter Lack of Moral Fervor

It's becoming a problem, really.

Yesterday I spent an hour and a lot of money buying DVDs at Best Buy. They were having a sale. I couldn't help it. But the problem is that I have vowed never to shop there, because it ruined the parking and just generally disrupted thing.

But I'm such a whore for convenience that now I'm like, "Oooh, Rewards card..."

Sheesh.

And this isn't the first time it's happened either- I was never going to set foot in Target, Starbucks, or Borders. Yeah. That went well. I arguably spend more time with the Target cashiers than I do with my friends, most of my unborn children's college fund has been funnelled into nonfat lattes and frappuccinos, and Borders is the center of my social life. Seriously, I MEET people there. It's a DESTINATION!!!!

Maybe this is why I'm not a liberal activist like most of my generation- no one could count on me. If the whaler pulled up and offered me ridiculously overpriced coffee and a scone I'd lay down my little Save the Whales sign and join him on the boat.

Hell, if he gave me 30% off new releases and bestsellers, I'd probably shoot that harpoon thingy!

I would not make a good activist. :)

I want that to be the back of my head!!!!

It kinda looks like it. Okay, maybe my jaw isn't that boney, but it could be. *sniff*

Monday, Monday

I think I used this title before, because I'm pretty sure I got a "Mamas an Papas" reference in here. But I don't remember what it was, so make up your own joke, k???

We just sort-finished watching The Agony and the Ecstasy in art class...pretty good, except that I can't get over Rex Harrison playing a Pope, because clearly he should be in a study somewhere teaching Audrey Hepburn how to speak correctly. And every time I see Charlton Heston I think of Matt Damon on Oprah going, "Hey! It's Moses!!!" and that just makes me laugh. :) Right now Prof. Higgins just lied to him to get him to keep painting and the poor little Medici princess is just hanging around even though Michelangelo totally dumped her twenty minutes ago. But really, what else does a Medici princess really have to do??? I guess I'd hang around too. Plus her dresses are gorgeous...

It totally made me realize how great old movies are. And how much better the guys look in them. (No, I don't have a thing for Moses. That's gross.) Maybe because they were always a little bit older, and didn't all look like GQ cover boys- I can't see Ashton Kutcher pulling off Michelangelo, can you??? So now I want to go home and watch an old movie. Which I suppose I'll have to supply, because TCM is not running any of my favorites. Except 12 Angry Men, which isn't on until ten. When I will have collapsed into bed. Best Buy is, however, having a special on certain DVDs that are 2 for $15, which I think I shall have to take them up on. Lupé's due for a check on Wednesday, and apparently my next marketing assignment is coming up, so maybe I'll go tomorrow...

So, has everybody been watching the Olypics??? I totally have, if only because there is very little else offered on the weekend when you're watching hospital cable. Again, I watched hours of skiing last night, and I enjoyed it. How sad is that???

This however, is sad. Michell Kwan dropped out. Awww. We feel badly for her. She really was a better skater than Tara Lipinski, who is now relegated to playing prostitutes on 7th Heaven...hmmm...I think Michelle could have put the medal to better use. Although I'd be willing to bet that little Emily Hughes was sitting on her couch with her bags packed from the second she fell, don't you think???

Speaking of washed-up skaters, have we seen Tonya Harding recently??? Seriously, girl has ballooned!!!!! Just look at the picture!!!! Jeff Gilooly doesn't look so bad now, does he??? (Well, I mean, yes, yes, he does, but she probably can't do much better...)

And finally in news, Dick Cheney shot a guy. No, seriously, he SHOT him. They were shooting quail, and he SHOT HIM!!!! The CNN newsanchor people could barely keep from laughing. It was like, "The gentleman *snigger* is expected to make a complete *giggle* recovery. Back to you, Ashley. *smothered guffaw*"

I have to go be bored out of my mind during government. I also put stuff up on TV Watch last week in case anybody didn't get to see it.

Can't Think of Title

It's too early. I've been up for an hour and fifty-three minutes, and this is just not cool.

In world news (which caused me to choke on my yogurt), according to the NY Times Putin is inviting the new leader of Iran to Moscow. Oh, this is good. Personally, I think tha Putin has way too many communist leanings (and I think he poinsoned the Ukrainian president), and getting him together an Islamic extremist doesn't seem like such a good idea. Right? At least, that's my opinion. Not that anybody asked for it. Because the last time that "hot fabergeegg" (*bursts into laughter*) called, he didn't really want to talk about my ideas on his government. I've got some good ones, too. (The thesis: Return of the the Tsar...and his pretty court.)

Also, the Olympics start tonight with the opening ceremony in Turin. Yay! I don't know what it is about the Olypics. I hate sports. I don't mean "not like". I mean hate. Like leave the room and curse when anything resembling a team of men and ball comes on the screen. But I love the Olympics. I'll find myself watching mens track and field for four and a half hours...and I like it! Of course, there is not track and field this time, but maybe I'll get into luge or something.

Oooh, maybe Mary will, and then she'll have to be "lugegirl1379" or whatever it is!!! HAHAHAHA. That would be funny.

And our national anthem is totally the best. We even kick France's ass. It's awesome.

The opening ceremony is great---although not as great as Salt Lake City when Joshiekins sang. Although Andrea Bocelli is singing at the closing one, which is good, because I like HIS MUSIC. *evil glare*

Not much else going on...oh, who else thinks that Barry Manilow needs to stop pimping himself out too much??? Seriously, dude was on Dancing With the Stars last week. I usually avoid talk shows, and I'm getting sick of hearing him sing Venus. Sheesh.

Should get going and "prepare for class". Yeah. Totally.

Didn't get a chance to see CSI or Without a Trace last night, but I taped them and will put something up either this afternoon or tomorrow. I did, however, watch Lost and Will and Grace, and have many, many comments about those which I'll probably put up during my next break, so check my TV blog, okay??? Have a good Friday!!! :)