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Wednesday, July 16th, 2008
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I can has job! \o/
Edit: Right now I'm watching the original Amityville Horror with a commentary track by a paranormal psychologist. Best. Commentary track. Ever. He was just talking about how he tried to explain to the cops that spirits distort sound, which is why no one heard the gun shots when the kid shot his family in the house, but cops and judges aren't grown up enough to hear that. LOL.
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I want this.
So, today I get to go to Rite Aid and talk to the waffly manager who can't decide whether he wants to hire me or not, even though he at first seemed really enthused and went to the trouble of contacting an HR manager after I failed the stupid phone survey. :/ I don't even care if I get hired at this point, I just want to know. Also I woke up three hours earlier than I needed to, and I can't go back to sleep so I'm going to be sleep-deprived as well as nicotine-deprived if he puts me to work today. Joy. I kind of wish even one of the people I'd applied to had contacted me--Goodwill said I could interview the day after I sent my app in and then never called me. If waffle manager turns me down I'll walk down there ans ask if they're still hiring.
Just so this post isn't full of zombies and negativity, ( here are my new icons! )
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Saturday, July 12th, 2008
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( school bitching )
In better news, the manager from Rite-Aid called and said that he passed my survey on to some higher-up who approved hiring me, so hopefully I'll have a job! He left a message and when I called back he wasn't there, so it'll have to wait until tomorrow (well, later today, when the sun's actually up) to get started on whatever I need to do--paperwork, training, finding out which area I'm actually going to work in. Having a source of employment makes me feel far less nervous and worthless, though, even though I'm sure that in a month I'll be bitching about my job in here, too. And then bitching about my job and school! You can't wait, huh? I'd better start actually writing some fic because the real world steals my soul again.
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| Subject: | Fefe Dobson and Times Square |
| Time: | 6:17 am. |
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So a series of links led to me remembering that Fefe Dobson exists and listening to her entire unreleased second album on youtube. Fuck, do I wish that chick had made it instead of Avril.
Her whole vibe also really reminded me of Nikki from Times Square (her voice a little bit, the way she looks a little bit, her vibe completely) which led me to see what they had about the movie on youtube. And it turns out that someone put up the entire film! So for those of you who've been saying that you wanted to see it, you just never got around to it, didn't want to spend the money, etc., here is your chance! Tiny baby dyke punks running around 1980 New York City! Tim Curry being young and hot and vaguely sleazy yet earnest!
For those of you who've never read my blather about it before, it's one of my favorite movies. It was written and half-directed by Alan Moyle of Empire Records and Pump Up The Volume fame (he was kicked off halfway through because the studio wanted to add more songs so they could put out a double-album soundtrack, and they also disagreed about how much homoerotic content the movie should have), based on a diary written by a mentally ill girl he found wedged in a couch. He turned it into a short story called "She Got The Shakes", and eventually turned that into Times Square. The mental illness bit becomes something of a subplot, but the movie deals admirably with teenage malaise of both the privileged-little-rich-girl type and the homeless abandoned teen type. It's also one of the few movies I can think of that has girl protagonists and isn't about them trying to find boyfriends. It's about music and best friends and falling in love and giving a shit. It's definitely not perfect, most obviously because it's half a work of love and half a failed attempt at commercial success, but you can see the movie it wants to be, and almost is, between the cracks, and even the hilariously unrealistic stuff (Pamie dancing at a strip club fully-dressed in what looks like a cast-off costume from a way-off-Broadway Midsummer Night's Dream, Pamie and Nikki escaping from cops by running through a crowded porno theater) seems charming and believable in the gritty fairy tale world of the movie (the set of their house, oh my god, it's like Peter Pan's treehouse in present-day New York, minus the lost boys).
Also I wish to god that Robin Johnson had either gotten acting work after this movie or become a real rock star (as David Johansen of the New York Dolls advised her to do--he helped her with her rock and roll persona and vocals, as well as recorded a song with her for the soundtrack). She was, I think, 15 when she played Nikki, and it was her only big role, but she fucking nails it--she's at turns tough, vulnerable, cocky, and unhinged, and her voice sounds like she's been drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes from the womb. Also, she's gorgeous--I think she resembles Angelina Jolie somewhat, but Courtney Love called her "Mick Jagger plus Marilyn Monroe" (Look, Courtney Love likes it! Have I convinced you to watch this movie yet?), which is also pretty apt.
Basically this is one of my favorite, favorite movies, and the only people I know of who've seen it are people I showed it to. Even if you don't watch it now, you definitely should at some point. Also I realize that was a lot of run-on sentences and a lot of parentheses, but honestly, I have never been good at writing about why I love things, so that's kind of the best that I could do. Basically this movie makes little hearts appear in my eyes, and I think I need to go watch it again right now.
Edit: the girl in my icon is Nikki, btw. I've been meaning to do an icon overhaul, so here's the start of it. :)
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Rite Aid manager wants to hire me! And he wants to employ me through the school terms as well, even though he'll also understand if I need to quit for school! \o/ I just need to call and do this phone survey thing that's basically one of those questionnaires that asks things like, "Would you steal from your employer?" and "Coming to work on drugs: good, bad, or neutral?" And if I pass it I get hired!
Sorry, just had to share my lame minimum wage-but-unionized joy.
Edit: And of course my joy is far too soon. According to the phone survey, I don't meet the minimum qualifications because I only plan to be there for a year, which is something the manager was aware of but had no problem with, but is apparently problematic for the company. Goddammit.
Edit again: And I just called the manager and he said it might be okay, he won't know until he gets the survey back from the company. Won't find out for two days. Also, that phone survey sucked because I had to say my name and spell it, but it was all screwed up and would either subtract the first two letters from my name, or else add extraneous ones, so I think I'm in there as Katy Row.
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| Subject: | ARARARARAR! *chittering* |
| Time: | 1:28 am. |
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I had a Telis. And then she went away. :( But while she was here we had cuddles, and ingested absolutely nothing good for us: pizza, ice cream, and monster movies. And we talked about fisting, of course. Yay, team us! \o/
I'm also quite happy because earlier Dante's Peak was on, and now I'm watching Deep Blue Sea, the awesome super-intelligent killer shark movie. I just love cheesy disaster movies, movies where nature turns against man (which dovetails neatly into cheesy disaster movies, for the most part, although it also includes killer animal movies), and apocalyptic movies (which again includes cheesy disaster movies, but also killer virus movies, zombie movies, etc.). I was raised on B movies, dude, I just can't get away from it, even if I wanted to.
I'm thinking after Deep Blue Sea is over I'll watch some more Veronica Mars, because I haven't seen the second season since it aired, and I'm interested in how Kyle Gallner's acting choices play out given the season finale. Oh, Cassidy, I still adore you to bits, even though you're a puppy-killing mass murdering rapist sociopath super-villain. (Sidenote: Firefox's spellcheck apparently has no problem with "plat", which is how I originally misspelled "play", but it does have a problem with "supervillain". Sidenote 2: Upon checking Kyle Gallner's imdb page, he's apparently going to be in Jennifer's Body? Fuck, I was already excited for that movie, and now I want it now now now. I adore that the VMars alums stick together! It's so convenient for my fannish purposes! Also Adam Brody is in it! And JK Simmons, who I adore! *grabby hands* I want this moooovie!)
Speaking of VMars, if anybody who used to be in the fandom could give me some Lamb/Veronica recs to give Telis, it would be appreciated. Or some good sexy Logan/Veronica!
Also I love the LLCoolJ song that plays over the credits to Deep Blue Sea. "My hat is like a shark's fin!" That is some fucking genius writing right there. I want this shit for my ipod, oh my god. So awesomely bad.
Edit: Never mind, instead of VMars I'm going to watch Live Free or Die Hard, because I really need to see John McClaine blow shit up. Oh, cheesy action movies, how you draw me away from good media with your myriad explosions.
Edit 2: Holy shit, Moe the chimp is loose? Aw, I hope he gets picked up or that he manages to survive in the wild (well, and also that he doesn't maul anyone). If you live in SoCal, Moe the chimp is kind of an institution--his former owners (one of whom is the one who, you know, had his balls and nose torn off) still have a sign in the front of their house saying FREE MOE, and I see it every once in a while when I'm in their area. I hope Moe's okay. :(
Edit 3: For Telis--Tony/Jarvis, and also a page of recs from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) liviapenn, and also Livia's own Iron Man fic. Also some post-apocolypse Veronica/Lamb.
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| Subject: | Character + plot + fucking awesome squid things = happy queenofhell |
| Time: | 1:27 am. |
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So, since I spend so much time here bitching, how about I talk about something I actually enjoyed!
( The Mist spoilers )
Now I'm going to re-read The Mist novella because I haven't read it in forever. :D I'm currently reading One Hundred Years of Solitude, which is quite interesting and lovely but also sort of dry, maybe because of the translation? I mean, a lot of people die and have horrible things happen to them, but it's not particularly affecting in any way other than being sort of tonally wearing, I guess? It creates a feeling of inevitability and resignation, which I think is what he's going for, but again, it's always kind of hard to tell with translations, and unfortunately I am mostly mono-lingual (I can read a tiny bit of French--the four or so years that I spent on that language were utterly lost on me). Anyway, it'll be nice to take a break from that (and from all the Batman porn I've been reading--I rediscovered thete1 so I've been re-reading, oh, everything she wrote as well as all the stuff I hadn't read of hers) to read some Stephen King.
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God, my sleeping patterns are so fucking weird. Yesterday I stayed awake all (Friday) night until around 2pm Saturday, decided to nap until 5 pm, woke up at 11 pm, decided to go back to sleep and woke up at 2 am, went back to sleep and woke up at 7 am today. /o\ But at least for today I woke up at actual people hours! And I woke up to Pete's Out article and lots of love on my flist, so I just want to hug my entire flist, and Pete, until my arms fall off. *loves on all of you*
Since I applied at like seven different places and was interviewed at one and still haven't gotten a call back, I think this week I'll be going down to my old community college and begging the job placement office to hook me up with a summer job. It's also probably time to start applying at fast food places. :( Right now I don't want to work at all, I just want to lie in my newly air-conditioned bedroom and be on the internets all the time, but I do need money, and also I know that soon I'll start getting itchy and wanting to work (or at least start wanting to not feel like a lazy freeloading asshole, a feeling I'm already fighting right now by cleaning various parts of the house).
Um, the end? Yeah, I started reading my flist and ran out of steam, sorry.
ETA: Oh, except thank you to everybody who loved on me in the anonymous love meme! Which I sort of alluded to above, but there was flist love and then there was anonymous love and it all sort of blended together to make me full of hearts, but yeah. Love you all! Also, I love how most of the people who loved on me said I was mature and classy because it makes me feel like, "mwa ha ha, fooled them again! >:)" because I pretty much feel perpetually bratty and twelve in my head. *loves on you all again*
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| Subject: | "I told 'em a chain-link fence wouldn't hold rhinos! Oh, hold on...I meant to tell them." |
| Time: | 10:57 pm. |
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Go love on people in strobelighted's anonymous love meme. I'm in there too. :)
Also I'm having a pretty good track record in seeing/talking to friends: I saw Shaunna earlier this week, hung out with Tyler for hours last night, talked to Kelly a few days ago. Now I just need to kidnap Telis and lock her in my room so she can write me Ian/Ashlee bdsm fic foreever and ever hang out with Telis for a few billion hours so we can make up for how long it's been since we've seen each other.
Other than that, nothing else is going on--no job-giving people have called me back yet, unfortunately. Oh, but the prof who said he was going to mark me down 50% for my late paper gave it an A-, so now I have a B+ in that class. :D We'll see if that stays, or if he remembers that he was going mark me down and I end up with a D. Oh well, out of my control now. I'm kind of at the point where I'm just accepting stuff and being happy to have some time off to just chill and see friends and read a lot of porn.
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| Subject: | who can resist a book meme! |
| Time: | 10:42 pm. |
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1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them ;-)
( meme )
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| Subject: | \o/ |
| Time: | 4:29 pm. |
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So, I finally finished my first fic in six months! The one I've been writing for...quite a while now, actually. It's here at my fic journal, ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) pristineserene if you want to read it. Brendon/Shane/OFCs, cultverse, pr0n: that's kind of all you need to know.
Also, this weekend I hung out with my Shaunnakins! We watched Diary of the Dead (oh, Romero, why must you hurt my soul with that horrendous movie?), the American remake of One Missed Call (creepy, but bizarrely truncated, like someone cut huge chunks out of the script and compressed it all into 15 minutes), and The Tripper (a serial killer chainsaws hippies wearing a Ronald Reagan mask, directed by David Arquette and starring Paul Reubens, Thomas Jane, and Jason Mewes looking fucking hot. In the first five minutes a little kid chops a dude in half with a chainsaw, so yes, of course I loved this motherfucking movie). We also ate a shit-ton of candy and bitched about stuff. It was awesome.
Next week: Tyler, and hopefully I will get some Telis-time. This 'hanging out with actual people' thing is kind of weird, but I like it. :)
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I'm watching the Hairspray musical movie again, and even though I can still enjoy parts of it as a seperate thing from the original, I keep doing contrast and compare in my head and getting disgruntled. One of the things that changes with the Disneyfication of Hairspray is that the sex is taken out. Without the sexual element, Link's attraction to Tracy becomes about her soul, not her body--there's even that line in I Can Hear the Bells about how "he can see inside of me". Remember that whole scene where Tracy and Link and Seaweed and Penny run around the city looking for someplace they can make out? They totally wanted to fuck, not just love with their souls. Tracy and Link don't even kiss! They hug! Seaweed and Penny's relationship is slightly more sexual--they actually kiss, and Penny starts singing and dressing more like an adult than a little kid once she meets Seaweed--but that's problematic for both race reasons and fat reasons.
One of the things I do like is that the shiny surface leaves the opportunity for racism to break through in really startling ways--like, rather than just accepting segregation as part of the world that it takes place in, that's just how it was back then, etc., it points out how everything can seem totally fine but have this jarring undertone of racism. Like, in the very first scene where they're singing about being "the nicest kids in town", and Corny points out that they're "nice white kids!" It totally breaks the idea there is in movies that white kids are just the default and it totally has nothing to do with race. And the little moments where even the main, sympathetic characters indulge in racist behaviors--Link wondering if they're going to be safe in the black neighborhood, and Penny saying she's very "excited and scared" to be there, especially when it's countered with Mabel saying she'd be way more unsafe in their neighborhood.
I am a little disappointed by anti-racist hero Tracy, though. One of the things thats so awesome about the original movie is that a lot of Tracy's anti-racist action is self-motivated and based on the idea that being black is so cooool, and you get lines like "I wish I was dark-skinned" and "our souls are black, even though our skin is white!" To Tracy, blackness represents sex and danger and coolness and the future--she's well-meaning but objectifying in her identification with the black dancers. It makes her a more realistic character, and it also means that she's not the white hero liberating black America. In the original, the black dancers were protesting long before Tracy joined the show, and they were angry. In the remake, the only protest is fronted by Tracy and Edna, after Tracy has already made an integrationist remark on the show, and Tracy runs away when she's in danger of being
arrested--and the black protesters create a wall between her and the police so that she can. All the black characters react to racism with a knowing "oh, when will the white people ever learn?" attitude rather than anger, and despite their music being stolen by the white producers, Seaweed tells Tracy to go ahead and use his dance moves to impress Corny Collins. Also, Inez winning the dance competition at the end makes it seem like the world really was ready for integration, and that one studio in Baltimore was the only holdout, which is pretty troubling.
IDK. I don't really have a conclusion to all this, just, you know, thoughts. Also Travolta is still hideously miscast, and I still feel bad for Amanda Bynes in that last scene, trying to dance even though she can't move her body above her knees.
In other news, I'm a flesher, and ( this is the short version of my tl;dr thoughts about the current wank, which is also suspiciously tl;dr. )
Feel free to respond to just the Hairspray stuff, or just the bandflesh stuff, or both, or neither. I have finals today and tomorrow, so if I don't respond to comments right away, I'm not ignoring the discussion, I'm at school/studying/sleeping the sleep of the dead.
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I am almost finished with the paper that was due on Friday! \0/
Which, okay, yes, should not seem like such a victory, but considering that I seriously felt that I couldn't write it AT ALL for a while--like, I would open word, and look at my notes, and look at my text, and just not. be able. to do it--it's kind of a victory for me. Here's hoping my professor accepts it late, since he allowed people who actually DID know the real due date ahead of time to turn theirs in late.
I swear to god, the next time I get myself in this sort of academic situation, you are totally allowed to point and mock to your heart's content.
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| Subject: | I was going to cut for academic whining, but I prefer to torture you |
| Time: | 8:14 pm. |
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Stuff I have due, and the amount I have written:
Due tomorrow: 2-page journal on a housekeeping manual. Amt. written: 0 pages.
Due Thursday: Shakespeare essay. Amt. written: intro paragraph and some notes (and that only because we had to turn in drafts).
Due Friday: Novel paper. Amt. written: o pages omigodi'm gonna fail!
That last one? Not really my fault, tho, since the assignment sheet said it was due on the fucking 11th, and I never recieved the email saying it was actually due tomorrow. (Since I didn't get the email, he's letting me email it to him Friday.) The rest--gaaah. I realize I'm to blame for my habitual procrastination, but fuck. Not really helping my current state of burn out, and also, thanks, universe! I always knew you hated me! (Also? This is all due right as I was finally getting to the end point of the Brendon CV fic. Waaah. All I want is to write fic and read LJ! That's all I want!)
I can probs pop out the Shakespeare paper with little trouble, since I've been thinking about it and planning it so much and I have 2 days to write it, but then I have to go pull another 5-7 page paper out of my ass. I guess I should just keep in mind that last semester I wrote two papers in basically one day (staying up all night), and thus remember that a) I can totally do this! and b) I SHOULD NEVER FUCKING DO THIS AGAIN. I say b every time, though, and I never ever learn from it. Someone a while ago linked to that Slate issue all about procrastination, and how there's really no way to STOP procrastinating, and omg, so true. Other things I'm currently procrastinating on: talking to my English department counsellor, talking to the LGBTS and Women's Studies departments about the minors, calling up FAFSA and being like, "Um, I already transferred? But can you still give me this transfer Cal Grant anyway, OH GOD PLEASE I NEED CASH?", applying for jobs. \0/ This is why I can't really give Ryan Ross shit for failing to pay his bills--when I move out, I will probs end up showering at my friends' houses as well.
(Re: the Cal Grant thing, they sent me a thing saying "if you attended a community college during the 2007-2008 year, you might be eligible for this grant!" And I was like, "Yay! I totally went to a community college during spring 2007!" And then I realized that they probably mean an academic year, and I made this face: >:(, because the Cal Grant people do not need to be teasing me like that. But I'm hoping that maybe I am in fact wrong, and so I need to call the FAFSA people or CalGrant people or whoever and figure it out.)
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Wednesday, May 21st, 2008
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Has anyone else been getting weird spam? I keep getting weird little one-line comments like "wtf?" and "Just joined LJ" from different journals, all of which use the same theme and have similar posts: all music and video download links. (For example, w1nnie73.) Since they're all coming from different users I can't just ban the person doing it, but it's obvious spam. It's annoying me.
In other news, I am avoiding doing homework by reading all the crap posted over the last two days (since I fell asleep at 5 pm yesterday and thus skipped a day of internetting). My American Women Writers professor totally thinks she's doing us a favor by having us do weekly 2 page journals instead of one big paper, but it's actually MUCH more stressful, since I have to a) remember to frigging do it every week, b) come up with a new topic every week with no prompt, and c) keeping it to two measly pages is way harder than writing a full 5-10 page paper.
Also re: academia, I was planning to attempt grad school directly after getting my bachelor's, but fuck. After six years (yes, six--I spent a long time in community college) of college I'm really, really tired and burnt out. Right now I'm a big ball of stress about the GRE and getting recommendations and figuring out where I should go and applying, on top of just being stressed and tired about school in general, and just, ugh. I'm hoping I can take a year off or so without losing my momentum.
So, since I last posted, OMG THOSE ADORABLE DORKS GOT MARRIED. I have lots of FEELINGS on marriage in general, and I'm really kind of 0_o at Pete being like, "yeah, I gave her a promise ring four months ago, so we've been planning this for a while," because okay, kids, you've been engaged for four months, and only dating for a YEAR, really, with all the weirdness at the beginning of your relationship--seriously, celebrities and their fast-forward relationships. I totally blame the media for being like, "do we hear wedding bells?" when celebrity couples have been dating for a month--and so them getting married so fast makes me nervous for them, BUT. The thing is, they're adorable and they love each other a lot and they're so fucking cute and happy together and judging from Pete's blogs and his general happiness, they're actually stable together and have been for a while, and really, when they started dating even people who liked Ashlee didn't really think it would last, given, you know, Michelle and Lindsay and Rumer Willis and whoever else, AND YET. So I'm ignoring my general issues with marriage and my 0_o feelings about them getting married after a year in favor of reveling in their adorableness because for whatever reason, those two crazy dorkfaces are making it work. I BELIEVE IN THEIR LOVE, KIDS. *g* Also their wedding was Alice in Wonderland themed, which makes me squeal with glee. (Seriously, ask Telis about my HORROR at her never having seen Alice in Wonderland. We had to do an immediate Best Buy trip to buy the movie and watch it.)
Anyway, judging from my rambliness and overuse of caps, it's probably time to do my stupid homework and go to bed.
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So today Tyler and I went to see The Fall (highly recommended, btw, it's utterly gorgeous) and afterwards we decided to check out Vroman's clearance sale. Hilariously, I picked up this book that was about reevaluating human relationships with animals, and the first page I opened it to was a picture of Pete and Hemmingway! Like, totally randomly! I didn't buy it, but I was mightily tempted, just because clearly that was some sort of bizarre coincidence. I did buy Alison Bechdal's Fun Home for 4 bucks, though, and the dvd series of Margaret Cho's sitcom, just because I felt bad for it. Margaret Cho's entire commentary on the first episode: "I was SO HUNGRY. SO HUNGRY." Oh, Margaret.
Also, tonight Ty and I are going to see Prince Caspian at midnight, because that's the kind of nerds we are. Hilarious note on that: I told my mom, "we're going to see Prince Caspian at midnight", and her comment was "don't get drunk!" Hello, we're going on a nerd quest. You don't get drunk on nerd quests! My mother, people.
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Ask me my opinion of any fannish topic. Show, character, storyline, meta issues, kerfuffle, you name it. I am fearless!
Just getting that out of the way before I start my daily bitching. Feel free to skip the whinging and just ask me a question!
So, today it took me three hours to get home. Three. Not helped at all by the fact that my train lost freaking air pressure twice along the way. Agggh. Also, I lost my ring--the one Ty gave me when we were dating. It slipped right off my freaking finger and I didn't even notice til it was too late to go back and find it. I'm seriously sad about this--not only did I like it a lot, but it's also one of the few mementos I have from our relationship. And he bought it five years ago at Disneyland so finding the same one again will be pretty difficult. (It was a mood ring with little stars and moons inside it. Not super special or expensive or anything, but still.) Also, fee increase of 500 dollars per quarter for the UCs! Yay, now I get to panic even more about money.
Also, I haven't posted anything about it on here, even though if you've met me IRL I've complained about it ad nauseam, but I lost about a cup size over the past year. I was a 36C, now I'm a ?B, and you don't really get how big a diff that is until you put on all your old bras to see which ones still fit. *sob* My boobies! How I miss thee! I only have like 2 bras that actually fit, and a couple more that will kinda fit with some tweaking. Luckily they're small enough now that I mostly go braless unless I'm on my period or hanging out with Telis (it makes her feel special that I actually put on a bra for her. it's an event).
In good news, I got an A on my Shakespeare final (and my TA said that I "brought up a number of angles on these passages I hadn't thought of or seen on 30+ exams so far"!) and California overturned the ban on gay marriages. Fuck yeah, Cali!
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