It is so much easier to blame it on Them

Moving on

2011-06-27T00:04:00.001-04:00

Out of college. New blog here:

hysteriainahurry.wordpress.com

Pages of my letters

2011-02-21T21:59:00.003-05:00

yes...I'm back...for the time being

This is the last time I'm gonna write this down
Must admit, I've gotten used to you not being around
You were always better in the pages of my letters

I don't talk to God the way that I used to
No hard feelings. He's just got more important things to do
Than to hear the broken records repeated in the pages of my letters

I guess the hardest part of all of this for me
Is that I was the one who built you up
To be completely better in the pages of my letters

Think you ought to know
When I didn't know where to go
I would imagine what you'd say
Then I'd try to go along your way

You should know that I don't blame you
For breaking in and not following through
Somewhere I know it's true that to be with you
Could never measure to the pages of my letters

I'm sorry....

2010-11-25T16:27:00.002-05:00

I have so very few people who read this, but after many a month of not posting, I can't imagine many people check back on this, but it is one of the links on my facebook, so you never know

As I mentioned in my last post, a few of us ladies created a blog to keep in touch with each other and I have found myself posting more and more there than on here. Since I share everything with them (or at least everything I would usually share here), I haven't posted anything on this blog because I haven't really seen a purpose. I'm blogging somewhere, right?

BUT

If you're one of those people out there (and I so terribly doubt this) that wants my constant life updates, let me know if in the comments. Otherwise, since I have a new mac, I'm doing a lot more video blogging as well as this new thing which is like Twitter, except with pictures

So, catch me here:

dailybooth.com/chrissyk

and/or

www.youtube.com/user/chrelg

Empty

2010-08-13T20:04:00.002-04:00

Well...

this is an odd sight

sitting at my computer sans printer and speakers

no bed next to the window

no clothes in the closet

no posters on the walls

nothing on the floor.

I am officially moving out.

In other news, my mom notified me that I have an interview at Family Video on Monday at 2pm

Fuck. Yes.

Hopefully this one goes better than the other one

In other other news, a bunch of us have decided to start a blog together. Emily, Sasha, Katie, Rachel, Mandy and I have named ourselves The ROIAL Ramblers and have taken on the fun task of keeping each other up to date with the goings-on of our lives. Considering Rachel's in Atlanta, Mandy will be in Italy, Katie and Sasha in EL and me and Emily will be at our respective homes, we're kind of more spread out than we're used to (go figure). This is (in my opinion) a ridiculously fun way of keeping in touch. Of course, we'll call and Skype and all that jazz, but I think blogging has it's perks (or else I wouldn't be doing this right now).

In other other other news, I turned in my application for the MSI last Monday. I think the video is catch and probably a little bit corny. The essay is super truthful. The application is witty. The picture is cute. I think I covered every aspect that was needed.

Let's take a minute out and talk about just how BADLY I want this. At first, it was just something for me and Emily to gush about over park swings and ice cream. Then, I started telling more people about it and it started to become a reality. Filming the video with Cheeseburger only made me want to do this more.

And the ultimate was visiting the museum.

With SO MUCH to explore and do, 30 days there would be such a blast. Like I said, I think blogging has its perks and I really enjoy doing it. No big deal there, Museum. And no, I don't know anything about science and industry, but what better way to learn and teach other people than through the awe-filled eyes of someone exploring for the first time as well.

I've given this spiel to about 10 different people, so you've probably heard it before. Whatever. It makes me happy. It's a longshot, but can you imagine if I actually got it? You would have to come visit the museum and be that sticky-handed kid who puts his hands up to the glass and says, "Look, Mama. It's a girl. I wonder how she got in there."

^_^

Hung out with Sean, Clinton, Emily, Sarah, Tori, and company last night. Emily, Sarah and their fathers were playing at a coffee house. I'm convinced that had Sean had a car, I probably would not have been notified that this was going on, but so it goes. I ended up going and had a ridiculously good time. The ladies and gents sounded amazing and looked even more so.

Afterward, we headed over to Emily's house and a bunch of us ended up sitting in the kitchen, guitars and all, having a 1am jam session and eating some FANTASTIC guacamole and chips. Her mom made one of my dreams come true by letting me roast a marshmallow over a candle. Best s'more ever.

Then, Clinton and I kept Sean up by shuffling cards as loudly as possible and reading bedtime stories to him from Aesop's Fables. He was none too pleased

All the night recepts more into the dorms today. Good luck, guys!

I think that is all

I am in such exquisite agony...

2010-08-03T23:26:00.000-04:00

Let's tango...with whips

Maybe we'll do in a squirrel or two...

2010-08-03T22:54:00.003-04:00

I want to spend a spring afternoon with you, romping through the flowers, hand in hand, poisoning pigeons in the park

I want to tell the people of Argentina...

2010-07-12T10:58:00.002-04:00

(My mom is watching Evita)

(But I do have things to tell you)

I have an interview for a job in about three hours. Yay! It for a desk receptionist position at a hotel. I want this job badly, not only because I think it would be a great fit and I could get the hours I want (late late late [because no one likes those hours]), but also because this job is kinda the reason I decided to move home to Jackson in the first place. If my mom hadn't suggested I give it a try, I would have found a job in East Lansing at Pizza Hut or something and lived with Katie and Sasha for the year

I do have a feeling I'll be better here at home. And it's only for a year

whatever

I have a fucking job interview. Finally

w00t w00t

I have decided, somewhat childishly (or child-like-ly. fuck it), that I am going to read Harry Potter from start to finish before the movie comes out in November. I got said idea from the loverly wife who mentioned it a few weeks back. It sounded like a good idea considering I haven't read the first two books in, like, six years.

Yes. I know. Harry Potter is a child series. Fuck you. I don't care. And I have some time over the next week to read a lot because my mom and I are taking a trip to go visit Carla, Brian and their kids (w00t w00t new baby, Renee). Yay for 7 hour drives!

Speaking of the wife, I know Ben's always joked about our upcoming divorce and how she's leaving me and I'm sad to report that her and I are spending more time apart than we are together. Between her long and late hours at the office and my ridiculous need to gain my independence by driving here and there for parties and gatherings and Bridget, we are hardly in the same spot for very long.

She's leaving me

It's very unintentional, but subconsciously, I think we're both preparing ourselves for the end - the final night of being roommates after four years.

...

Of course, most of this is a joke, but some of it is actually truth. I don't see a ton of her lately and it doesn't bother me because I still have this lasting feeling like I'll be living with her next year. It sucked during the summers between college years when we didn't see each other at all, but I always knew I'd be seeing her a lot during college. I'm getting the same impression when there is no "next year" for us. I'm sure I'll visit her wherever she goes (here's to hoping it's somewhere exciting [you hear that, Wife? Move to London!]) but by August 14th, the most perfect roommate combination will come to an end

How am I supposed to live with anyone else?

Maybe after living with my family for a year, I'll be BEGGING to live with anybody but them ^_^

Sean, Ryan and I spent a little bit of time in Bellevue with Clinton. His dad's band was playing in this Dancing in the Streets thingy. We missed the car show by a day, but that's okay - the band was fun. Afterward, we all traveled back to East Lansing and watched Youth in Revolt, which I actually enjoyed quite a bit. The only thing was that I hated the girl he was chasing from the word 'go' so that made things kinda difficult for me

I also saw my first episode of The IT Crowd

I like the Irish Guy (I have no idea what his name is)

And last but certainly not least

What. The. Fuck. Weather? I don't know why you feel the need for 94 degree weather. Yes, I know it gets hotter in different states, but have we talked about the humidity?! You can be 94 in dry places - NOT HERE. Damn. It feel like a fucking wet sauna every single time I stick my head outside.

And

What. The. Fuck. Apartment? It would be really nice if the ice cold air would make it from the living room/kitchen area into our bedrooms. This whole me sleeping on the couch night after night just to say cool is a tad bit ridiculous.

And

What. The. Fuck. Mosquitoes? I understand you must sustain life and to do that, you need to eat. Stop munchin' on my toes, please. The resulting welt itches like you wouldn't believe, but hurts when I try. You know what? Just stop biting me. All of you. After two bonfires, three walks, a few lake excursions, and a rollerblading occurrence, I think you've had quite enough of me. Quite. Enough

Verrier's answer to all of this: Quit being so warm blooded

(I was so happy that I got to use that line at least five times during the fourth of July, ESPECIALLY when someone: *slap* "I've been bitten." It was pure glory)

That is all...I think

Words can't say and I can't do enough to prove it's all for you

2010-07-10T18:45:00.003-04:00

Not THAT old, but still a classic in my mind

I've been everywhere, man.

2010-07-05T16:12:00.003-04:00

Crazy amount of stuff that has happened in the last two days

I drove from East Lansing to Jackson to West Bloomfield to Ann Arbor to Jackson to Augusta and then back to Jackson again

and I found out that, yes, you can get a sunburn just from driving. My left arm is going to be considerably tanner than the other one...which is certainly saying something because I do have pasty, pasty skin. Any tan is going to make the rest of me look like a ghost.

I haven't seen this many firework displays in a while. There were the illegal ones at Sean's and then an hour-long show on Gull Lake, as well as all the little displays scattered all around Scotch and Gull Lake. Kinda intense

Also, more mosquito bites on my body than I think is entirely healthy.

Sean's was fun and tiring. I didn't drink anything so I wasn't trashed enough to sleep on the floor, so I stayed up all night long. It was nice around 6am when the sun was rising over the lake, and I had a really nice talk with Ian Cooley after that.

I met a girl named Tori. Her uncle is Adam Baldwin. Not her second cousin twice removed...not some distant uncle of an uncle of a grandfather cow somewhere or any other odd connection. He's her father's brother. Needless to say, I was quite shocked and happy. She had pictures on her phone of him at dinner a few weeks ago.

I told you that to tell you this story: Clinton was hungry and as everyone was moving inside because Sean was going to smoke the lawn and/or it was getting too loud, I suggested we go get food. The legendary John Walsh heard that we were going to go get food and slapped $40 into my hand and told me to use all of it. Now, it's 2 in the morning and we're guessing that not a damn thing is going to be open except McDonalds.

We were right

So, there we are - me, Clinton, and Tori - having driven around a good portion of West Bloomfield looking for ANYTHING except a McDonalds. No luck.

We pull up

We three order what we want

Clinton then leans over and says, "We want 35 McDoubles"

Silence

Then, this poor intercom girls says, "Are you sure you want to do that?"

Turns out this poor girl and two other McDonalds employees were the only ones there and she said that she had been getting orders like that all night long. Needless to say, she was a stressed out SOB

So we gave them an under-the-table-tip for their trouble. Intercom Girl said that she was going to quit her job but we were so nice that she had more faith in humanity and decided against it

In hindsight, perhaps we shouldn't have given her a tip. She might have quit her job and actually found a place that schedules smartly and does leave 3 people alone to make 40 burgers

Before heading on to Emily's house, I stopped at Pizza Hut. I sat alone for about 10 minutes before this nice old man came by and asked if he could sit with me. He said that his wife had died last year and he wasn't quite used to eating alone yet. We had a great conversation about her (more him telling stories, but who's keeping track?). And to top it all off, apparently, Pizza Hut was "out of smalls" so, they gave me a large pizza for a small pizza price. Overall, a great decision

Then, on to Emily's house in Augusta and a bunch of us took a speed boat out on the lake. We certainly exceeded the amount of people that were supposed to be on that boat, but we're irresponsible teenagers - we do that. There were many fireworks to be had, two bonfires, a crap ton of cigarettes and then I crashed on Emily's couch

Mr. Nott made me a really great omelet

And now I'm home

enjoying the central air

My birthday is coming up.

meh

that is all

How could you use a poor maiden so?

2010-07-03T03:18:00.008-04:00

Emily, Bridget and I found some odd stuff underneath our couch this last week.

Bridget lost her phone under our couch, which is terribly understandable. I remember doing that one night - Halloween, actually - and having to take one of the funniest trips into poor sleeping Emily's room to get her phone to call my own.

Whatever. I'm just saying it's easy to lose your phone under our couch (even easier to lose it IN the couch)

So we lift up the couch

I understand the crumbs and the random book and the occasional sock, but what we found was quite odd considering I have absolutely no idea how they got there

Poker chips: Five white, four blue, three red (I think)

And a Joker card...with a naked blonde fingering herself

I would REALLY like to know how they got there. Emily and I do not own poker chips - we don't play poker at all. I don't remember anyone playing poker at our apartment and I seriously don't remember that stuff being under the couch a few months ago when I was moving stuff around to make room for the Papisan chair in the main room. And I might seem like the kind of person to have playing cards that are sex-themed, but you would NEVER see me with masturbating ladies on my cards. Dirty sayings, maybe. Corny jokes, definitely. Ladies pleasuring themselves? Yeah, not so much

She's not even that pretty. Her hair is all stringy

But that's really beside the point

A momentous occasion occurred today. I got a new phone and now have unlimited text messaging (!!!!). Bridget and I are taking every opportunity to flaunt this fact by texting random things to each other. For a while, I wanted to see how loud my ring was, so she texted. It went on and on, but I'm truly enjoying this. And the text messaging seems to get through easier at my house than calls do. We are seriously in a signal deadzone here. I have to answer my phone and run outside any time anybody tries to call. Texts, though? Fantastic and easy. I'll have to get used to using a keyboard, but we all have our crosses to bear

In other news, the loverly Bridget let me borrow one of her art books. If you haven't heard of Banksy, behold:

Call it glorified graffiti. Call it modern art. Call it whatever you want, but I find this one of the funniest and most interesting artists around. He's gained so much popularity over the years with his random pieces of art all around London and surrounding places. You almost feel honored seeing something of his because it's more than likely that he'll make something and a few days later, someone will be scrubbing it off the side of a building.

The anonymity of him is also appreciated. I know there are articles that have said that they've found the true Banksy. True or not, I couldn't care less. I almost enjoy it that much more if I have no idea what the guy looks like.

I was told about him while I was in London last summer and looked for his stuff everywhere, but I have a feeling it's one of those things where you'll see something of his if you're really not looking for it.

I just enjoying laughing with him at his art.

Go look him up. Read some of his comments. He's ridiculously funny

Also

CAIRN!

Courtesy of Goldsworthy in all of his brilliance and awkwardness

Sean's tomorrow, I think. I'm not sure. I think I'll make that decision at two tomorrow afternoon. Fun with the Walsh people, but also a relaxing 4th with the fam doesn't sound like such a bad idea either

*shrugs* Not too big a deal

That is all

The Weepies

2010-06-24T23:19:00.002-04:00

Yesterday when you were young
Everything you needed done was done for you.
Now you do it on your own
But you find you're all alone.
What can you do?

You know there will be days
When you're so tired
That you can't take another step.
The night will have no stars
And you'll think you've gone as far
As you will ever get.

Go where you want to go
Be what you want to be
And if you ever turn around
You'll see me.

I can't really say
Why everybody wishes they were somewhere else.
But in the end, the only steps that matter
Are the ones you take all by yourself.

You and me
Walk on, walk on
Walk on
'Cause you can't go back now

Best Impressions

2010-06-24T18:10:00.005-04:00

I just got back from doing a huge application-getting thingy with Bridget. Thankfully, she's one of those go-getters and offered to come with me. I probably would have gotten discouraged sooner and quit with only a few apps. I have so many right now

Guess what I'm doing tonight?

Hopefully, if none of this works out, Chris will take pity on my poor, unemployed soul and let me come back to the theater. I really don't mind closing concessions. Just give me money, dude! I'll do anything

I think my parents would prefer I get myself an office job or something that pays more than minimum wage, but I don't know any other way to say "I'm not staying here forever" than to say "I'm not FUCKING staying here forever!" I would rather not stay in Jackson for the rest of my 20s, thank you. They want me to look for a long-haul type of thing, I think. Now, I could be COMPLETELY wrong, but I feel like I need a job that I can take with me if I move somewhere else. Let's say I get trained at Outback or at a hotel - might not be one of those jobs you want to keep for all of your natural born life, but they sure do bring in quite a bit of money and once you're trained, you're trained for good. I can go to grad school anywhere and hopefully pick up a job. I don't know if office jobs or temp jobs would do that

I could be wrong. Dead wrong. But I dunno.

I don't know the world

On a much cheerier note, it's actually been nice being home. I get to take walks with people, go out to dinner with some ladies I haven't seen.

And I got my hair cut

I was truly tempted to just tell her to shave it all off, because I have truly run out of ideas of what to do with it. I would go really artsy, with the sides shaved, all faux-hawked up and gelled to perfection, but that just wouldn't look good on me. My face is too round and too fat to cut it super short - it would probably look funny

As it is, she cut it pretty short. It's a bob, like my hair away is when it's cut short. I don't know if I could pull off a shag well. I suppose one of these days I should see. It's just hair. It always grows back and you can always do something else with it. Not too big of a deal. And I always find something fun to do with the cuts I get, so I like it well enough

It has the layers I asked for, so that's a plus

AND

Because I missed it yesterday

AWKWARD FAMILY PHOTO THURSDAY

-This photo brought to you by PETA and Awkward Family Photos

That is all

Minute Maid Orange Juice Bars are DELICIOUS!

2010-06-22T00:40:00.004-04:00

It's Random Trivia Tuesday! Celebrate!

~When Burger King decided to sell fast food Down Under, they found that there was already a local carry-out restaurant called "Burger King." As a result, if you're looking for a Whopper in Australia today, you'll have to go to a chain called "Hungry Jack's."

~Before Briton Hadden and Henry Luce decided to call their new magazine Time, they were debating calling it either Chance or Destiny

~The average lifespan of a major league baseball is 7 pitches

~King James IV of Scotland was an amateaur dentist, and even paid people to let him practice on their teeth

~The first American-made condoms were made from vulcanized rubber and were meant to be re-used

~When Union soldiers cut off supply deliveries to the Confederacy during the Civil War, the South was not able to get paper from northern paper mills. So, Confederate papers were printed on the back of wallpaper peeled off of parlor walls

~Most teddy bears are manufactured with a neutral expression on their faces so that children can project their own emotions onto the stuffed creatures

~The flashes of colored light you see when you rub your eyes are called "phosphenes"

-This session of Random Trivia Tuesday brought to you by The Amazing Fact Generator

In other news, spending a few days at home. And of course, it takes one day for me to be blames for putting a virus on my mother's laptop

For goodness sake, people! I know I'm known for doing this, but I seriously didn't visit any other sites except QC, facebook, my email and a few blogs. What is her proof? Her computer wouldn't shut down fast enough, so she starts pushing all these buttons and freaking it out. I don't know what was wrong with it. I held down the power button, it turned itself off and she slapped my hand away, saying that that wasn't the way to shut it down

*rolls eyes* Yes. I know that's not the accepted way to shut down a computer, but when you've run out of options, that's what you gotta do. When she went upstairs, I turned the computer back on, let it sit for a few minutes and then turned it off the normal way.

Works fine

And you think I freak out over my computer...I mean, I do, but I think I'm starting to get a little desensitized to it. I think there are viruses running rampant in my poor PC, but it turns on, it lets me watch movies, it lets me get on AIM and check sites. I'm quite proud of it after all I've done to it

I had an exciting weekend. Saw Ben, went to the bar (had my first [and probably last] Irish Carbomb), watched some Zim and Alice in Wonderland, saw Drunken City 2 and 1/2 times (but missed Combating Shakespeare. Sad face), and then took a very much needed walk with Bridget and Mary Kate Sunday night. I had a bit of stuff on my mind, so I'm kinda glad I didn't get a lot of sleep Saturday night/Sunday morning because I passed right out after I got home from the walk - didn't even give myself time to mull. That was a good thing. Bad thing was that I spent the second unintentional night sleeping on a couch until 11am.

My brother and I also rented When In Rome, mainly because my brother likes Kristin Bell. For it being a RomCom, it was all right. I mean, I wasn't the biggest fan, but it did make me laugh quite a bit, so I've got to give them that. The lead guy's character was extremely accident prone, which I think they added in there to make the movie a little more unique (not that that worked wonders). It doesn't really come into play too much except to make the audience laugh.

It had a very surpringly interesting cast - all people I wasn't really expecting to see.

On a last note, I fucking HATE Kennedy from Season 7 Buffy. Joss said he wanted to find a girl for Willow that was completely opposite from Tara. Well, congrats, asshole, you found her and she's the most annoying and bratty piece of crap I've ever encountered

and she's not hot

bitch

That is all

Peaches

2010-06-21T17:22:00.004-04:00

You say, "Good morning" and "Good evening"
The day is done and you've come to find
The words are fleeting. I hear your quiet breathing
Is something wrong?

You come on two knees with more than two needs
Finding that it's all too easy
To be helped and found
You slept and he said

It is in you to carry on
Is is in you to lay down fears that hold
It is in you to find your way home

The daylight's come and the sun is blazing
New beginnings seep into you
But in the end it's distant shadows
That finally overwhelm your senses
And this time around
Is it love that you crown?
And this time around
You'll be more than who you are

It is in you to carry on
It is in you to lay down fears that hold
It is in you to find your way home

Could you find yourself a way home?

Day 30 - Best Animated Show

2010-06-18T21:51:00.004-04:00

(Yes. I know. It was supposed to be Best Quote, but I refuse. I simply refuse)

Daria

Hands down. Best animated show ever. The only good thing MTV has done with its sad, sorry existence as a television channel.

Yeah, yeah. Don't give me that crap about how Archer or South Park are better. They're not. Daria is the best

Here. A random episode. Educate yourself

***

Thankfully, I saw Drunken City last night because that storm rolled in super fast

I've got to hand it to those actors, though. Ridiculously dark clouds were rolling in, half their audience got up to leave, the wind was blowing so hard it was rocking the scenery behind them, but they just kept on going until the tech guy told them they could stop.

So, Mandy, Emily and I got caught in the rain for a while. Perhaps it wasn't the best day to have product in my hair as it was dripping down my back. Sure, I smelled really good, but the minute I touched my hair to get it out of my eyes, my hands got all sticky and gross.

Now I look like a drowned rat

But, the rain is nice. Hopefully it cools everything down

It would seem that I am all done with my TV meme thing after today. It should feel odd that 30 days have passed, but it doesn't. A lot of people are counting down the days until school starts back up again and they see their friends. I'm not technically counting down to anything. This is kind of an eternal summer for me. Head back to Jackson in a few weeks, like the summer. Start working (maybe at the theater), like the summer. Endure my parents and brother, like the summer

And I get to do that all through fall and winter

This will be odd

Oh well

We all have to regress sometime, right?

^_^

That is all

EDIT TO ADD: So, you remember me telling you about those guys from Libya that live on the bottom floor of our apartment?

I was getting something out of my car and one of them (or one of their friends) was standing just inside the door of their porch area and catches me going back into the apartment complex.

I've already had many an awkward conversation with one of the guys that lives in the apartment. You can only say so much when neither one of you know the language the other speaks. I think he still thinks my name is Christina. That's fine. It's not a big deal or anything.

But anyway. Libya Guy's friend tells me to come inside with him. Now, I'm standing out in the rain barefoot, clad in a tank top and PJ pants, my hair now dried into a limp, curly mess. I am in no state to enter anyone's apartment. Not to mention, I don't know any of these guys - I don't speak their language and they can barely speak a lick of english. I hate awkward situations more than I can express. I tell him that I'm not dressed. He says he doesn't care and, instead, wants to open doors for me to come in. I tell him my roommate is upstairs waiting for me. He doesn't care - he wants me to come inside the apartment. I tell him I have friends upstairs. This finally satisfies him, but he still won't let me go upstairs without giving me a parting gift

A huge plate of food. Shish kabobs on a gigantic plateful of rice. I take it with as many "thank yous" as I can possibly manage. I feel bad for lying to him and were I a less awkward human being, I would have joined them, but an apartment full of people who would only smile and nod at me as I chattered nervously in a language they've only been exposed to for a month would make me uneasy

I'm so rude

But their food was really good. But now I have this huge plate of rice that I don't know what to do with. I'll fry something up to accompany it, I guess...or have Emily fry something up considering I'm really not good at frying anything except my hair and maybe the occasional egg

Day 29 - Saddest character death

2010-06-17T14:17:00.005-04:00

Dr. Mark Green

I watched this episode on a rainy weekday during the summer

I was not expecting to cry as much as I did, but it hit me hard

R.I.P Mark Green

*tear*

***

Okay, now. I spent literally an hour writing a post about friendship

I read it. Some of it is good. Some of it is really bad. Most of it is sentimental.

And I'll post it later when I've finally discovered what I'm trying to say.

In the meantime, feel free to read the article that started all of this sizzling in my brain: Ryan Smith posted this article to facebook, so some of you might have seen it.

I'm tired.

That is all

Day 28 - Current t.v show obsession

2010-06-16T12:29:00.009-04:00

Emily and I have just recently gotten into watching Doctor Who regularly

The story of my interaction with Doctor Who is long and fraught with peril

Not really, but my mom and brother would always watch it and since I had this personal vendetta against most anything sci-fi (they would always watch the most terrifying alien stuff), whenever anything was sci-fi, I refused to watch it. I think my brother got very good at keeping me out of rooms. I would walk in and ask what they were watching. "Sci-fi stuff," and I'd walk right out

Well. Doctor Who classified as sci-fi. I was having none of that

Fast-forward to college. My aversion to sci-fi stuff could not withstand ROIAL. Firefly. Star Wars. Star Trek. Halo (it has aliens. it's sci-fi. fuck you). I was right back at home, but if I wanted to socialize, I had to deal

And I did

Then, there was Doctor Who. It was talked about constantly and one can only go so far nodding and smiling and having no idea what anyone is talking about. I was shown a few episodes that were quite interesting. And David Tennant is quite cute.

So, I watched all the specials at the very end of David Tennant's run as the Doctor. I watched him regenerate into Matt Smith!Doctor.

And here we are today

***

It's Awkward Family Photo Wednesday!

Have a very Awkward Wednesday!

-This post brought to you by Hitler and Awkward Family Photos

That is all

Late night amusement

2010-06-16T03:49:00.006-04:00

I knew a blogger who, quite long ago, took movie quotes and made them into mood icons of sorts

You know, each mood had a quote to go with it. I'd give you an example, but I think she got rid of them a few years ago. They were very clever and well-thought out

I told you that to tell you this

Matt Radick just put up the pictures he took from the play (and they look excellent!)

And upon going through them, looking at the expressions, I was struck with the thought that I could do the exact same thing as the blogger did

But instead of using movie quotes, I'd use the pictures

There are a few problems with this:
1) I wouldn't even know how to go about doing that. It can't be that hard, but I would need to screw around with it some (perhaps it can be a project)
2) After this whole TV meme thingy, I don't think I'll be posting daily. They might go to waste
3) There is absolutely no picture I could use for "Happy"

...unless I was "Deviously happy." In that case, I'd have all that I would need.

In all seriousness, the pictures turned out amazingly. Sadly, no pictures of Sean in his all-too-famous umbrella hat. Come to think of it, a supreme lack of Sean and Sully pictures altogether. I can mention it in the coming days, but for now, the gallery of pictures looks way cool

I'll leave you with this little gem:

This one would be "Forgetful"

Dammit! Where did I put my keys? Why can't I remember?

See?

I love it

That is all

Day 27 - First t.v show obsession

2010-06-15T15:01:00.004-04:00

We're not counting childrens' shows. Kids have nothing better to do than to get addicted to Sesame Street

Unless you didn't have a TV as a kid. In that case, I am both terribly sorry and am wildly envious.

ANYWAY

First TV obsession: ER

It was always on TNT in the mornings at 10am and 11am. I caught all of Seasons 7-12ish and then kinda tuned out of it, but those seasons were my one and only TV obsession for a while. All the seasons with George Clooney, I never really watched all the way through. I imagine he was a very attractive doctor, but those were never the first seasons I saw, though I hear they're the best

That's debatable

I refused to watch the last few seasons. I was going to shoot the writers towards the end of the series because of the kind of shit I heard they were putting Abby and Luka through. They couldn't get a single ounce of peace to themselves. It was hard to hear about

I ADORE Noah Wyle.

Goran Visnjic is all kinds of wonderful Croatian.

I did tune in for the last few episodes of the series, though. All the old people were coming back. It was nice to see Carter and Susan and Doug.

You know what? Shut the hell up. I loved this show and I'm not shamed to say it.

***

Today is Random Trivia Tuesday

*sparse applause*

DID YOU KNOW THAT...

~In Detroit, Michigan, it is a crime to sell used confetti

~The Pickle is a movie about a director trying to launch his new movie about a flying pickle. Starring Little Richard and Donald Trump

~The proper name for otter dung is "spraints"

~Seriozha Grishin was a gifted Ukrainian who was able to play the piano by the age of one

~In Africa, it is still illegal for bantu hunters to laugh at an elephant's butt after trapping it

-This session of Random Trivia Tuesday brought to you by Balderdash, the game for good liars

A friend of mine who is obsessed with Lady Gaga posted something on her wall about the meaning of her latest video "Alejandro." Why people spend a ton of time trying to come up with meanings for videos is beyond me, but I supposed with Lady Gaga, she gives you a lot to work with so the endeavor is never totally without satisfaction.

I just really like the song.

I didn't know it was about the occult

*snicker*

I didn't know Alejandro was God, Fernando was Jesus, and Roberto was the Holy Ghost.

Damn. That song makes so much sense now. I can't believe I didn't see it before.

(I'm gonna feel kinda bad if that's really what she was getting at)

I don't want to talk about this much longer. If you're terribly curious as to how Lady Gaga is referencing the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the Illuminati, the Trinity, and Satanism in her video, feel free to read this

And if you're not, don't.

In other news, Mystery Diagnosis was creepy last night. The first one was about a kid whose antibodies were attacking his brain instead of the strep bacteria that he had. I mean, he simply got strep - didn't even feel a sore throat - and his stupid body starts attacking parts of his brain.

First, he refuses to sleep in his bed. He'll sleep anywhere except his bed (he says this is because the comforter had bright yellow lines on it that made him feel anxious). Then, he insists that every light in the house be on at all time. After that, he starts walking funny - either marching, or hopping or crouching down low and moving his legs in an odd pattern. Following that, his hands are constantly strained as if he were tugging on something, his hands are always over his ears and he constantly rocks back and forth. Then he starts whispering to himself, things like "Nothing is nothing is nothing is nothing."

The final straw for his mother is when he came shuffling downstairs, didn't say a word and merely handed her a crumpled up piece of paper that had the word HELP written in huge letters

I find it purely terrifying that the mind can do that to you. It wasn't a psychological thing. It was purely medical. And all from a strep infection. My Lord, I used to get strep all the time and this didn't happen to me.

I hate the human body

That is all

Day 26 - Best pilot episode

2010-06-14T08:51:00.004-04:00

Firefly

The rest of Joss Whedon's pilot episodes for his other shows never quite started out well, but Firefly started out amazingly. Just kinda threw you into the mix and gave you a great idea about the adventures to come

Too bad there were only, like, 13 episodes or something like that

Shame

***

Here I am, 9am, waiting to take a shower so that I can apply for a job here in good ol' Jackson.

I feel like I'm giving up...

But really, I'm a fighting machine that specializes in sucking up its pride and rolling with the punches

Yeah?

Convinced?

Whatever

Spent the night with the Bridget. Yay!!! Took a walk around the neighborhood for a few hours, which was good - we walked off enough so that there was room for the Taco Bell later. We are so healthy.

As always, we both agreed that we know everything about everything and it would be useful if the government would just hand over power to us. She can take all the business stuff. I'll make sure no more Rocky movies are made. Ever again

Ours will be a great land

You excited?

In other news, I woke up yesterday morning at about 7am (I think someone texted me. Why someone would be texting ANYONE at 7 in the morning is so beyond me) and literally could not walk. The pain in my quads was unbearable. I unwillingly stretched, endured the resulting pain, and then went back to sleep. Whatever I did helped. In the afternoon they were merely achy, so all is well now.

The worst thing about coming home is that I'm going to have to endure Fox News being on at all hours of the day. Maybe if I take a really late night shift, I can sleep during the day and work during the night and I'll never have to watch it

I think it's good to note something: I am not a liberal. I'm not technically conservative either, but I don't dress to the left, if you get my meaning. The reason I am always down on Fox News (not that anyone cares because everyone I know hates Fox News) is for the mere fact that I would hate ANY news program on television if it was on every damn second of the day. I don't appreciate a lot of the programs on that channel. The people are sometimes less than human in their approach to life, but then again, so are some of the liberal news casters and commentators. I'm not casting stones at one side or the other. They both fucking suck, it's just that Fox News is constantly on at my house. Never ending. It's either I'm watching news or I'm forced to sit in the living room with my brother as he plays yet another RPG that's "new" but looks like it's from the 1980s

And no one plays the Wii

They should have gotten an Xbox

That is all

Day 25 - OMG WTF? Season finale

2010-06-13T13:49:00.003-04:00

Bones, Season 4 finale

It wasn't a blow-your-mind kind of finale. In fact, it was "OMG WTF" in the way that it DIDN'T blow my mind. An entire season building up to what could have been a fantastic season finale, but it just sucked ass

I wrote a post about it on my blog a while back. You wanna hear me complain about Bones, well, here you are

***

Yesterday was PRIDE

When Michaela called to tell me this, I thought this would be a parade of sorts - maybe a gathering of people to mingle and hang out in Old Town. What the hey, right? Why not go out and mingle. So I went with her.

Instead, it was bar-hopping and dancing at Spiral with majority of Lansing's gay community.

Needless to say, it was SO MUCH DAMN FUN.

I had never been to Spiral, though I had always wanted to go. So, when it was suggested, we jumped at the chance. By about 10, the place was so crowded. Many a hot men dancing on the bar. Fantastic drag numbers. And more dancing than my poor hamstrings could take. At about 12:30, we went outside to get a breather, took at look at each other and decided to head home, exhausted but very happy

I can barely walk this morning

It was worth it

My family came up yesterday before the crazy whirligig of fun. They sat in my apartment for a while as my dad diagnosed the lady on the TV from "Mystery Diagnosis." She had some sort of disease where her white blood cells eat away at her flesh, so it looks like a flesh-eating bacteria. After that, we went out to P.F Changs for Andy's birthday and ate A LOT of food. Now I have leftovers. w00t!

Flesh-eating diseases, Chinese food, a Buffy marathon, and gay club dancing

It was a damn good Saturday

That is all

Day 24 - A show you plan on watching (old or new)

2010-06-12T04:39:00.003-04:00

Today was supposed to be "Best quote"

and I have NO idea how I'm going to do that. Quotes are my life. They're like children to me. I can't pick a favorite. So, I've decided to hold off on that one until I'm ready...and that day might never come

So. The show I plan on watching

Well, I'd say Big Love or Weeds, but me and Emily already started watching those, so perhaps they doesn't count

You know what? I really plan on sitting down one of these days and watching Friends from start to finish. I know everyone has seen episodes of Friends, but I feel it still fits the bill for a show I plan on watching. Christine had a bunch of the seasons, but she moved away where we can't get to her. And reruns on the TV just don't cut it

Nope. Just gonna have to rent it, season by season

Or hit up surfthechannel. Whatever is easier

***

I so very rarely have insomnia. I mean, I do stay up past 5am sometimes (more often this last semester than in my entire life), but that's always because I'm chatting with someone on the computer or I'm doing something that is keeping me occupied. It is rare that I try to go to sleep and simply can't

Tonight is one of those nights.

At 1am, I was quite exhausted. But I had to go in my room and start watching a movie I hadn't seen in while. Usually I fall asleep to movies, but for some reason, the one I was watching captivated me enough to keep me awake.

And then I was doomed.

4:45am and I'm WIDE awake.

Fuck

In other news (yet on a related note [I seem to be doing this a lot]), if you were to look in my computer files at the movies that I've collected onto my hard drive over the past few years, you would think I was very strange.

I have the oddest array of movies - none of them favorites of mine - that I know I never downloaded myself. I just got them from other people. Here is my list:

Truly Madly Deeply
Secretary
Run Lola Run
Choke
Capturing the Friedmans
The Accidental Husband
Shortbus
Rachel Getting Married
My Best Friends Girl
The History of the Devil

I'm sure I probably got most of them from someone, but I can't recall why. With the exception of Truly Madly Deeply and HotD, I have no overwhelming interest in most of these. They have their value as movies go, but in my opinion, certainly not the best of the best

But they're there, on my computer. Most often, I forget what some of them are about (Like My Best Friends Girl and The Accidental Husband) and some of them I wish I could forget (Like Capturing the Friedmans or Run Lola Run), but they all have their stories. I will tell you one now

Run Lola Run
is a very good movie in both technical and narrative ways. It has a good concept and is shot methodically. You may disagree, but you would be disagreeing with JFay and JWray, and that's not cool.
The reason I want to forget that this movie EVER existed is because I did a film report on it; had to break a three minute scene down, shot by shot

Do you know many fucking shots were in that fucking three minute scene? Way way over a hundred

And all the while, there was the same techno music playing over and over and over again.

Every time I see the title of this movie, all I hear in my brain is "Shot/reverse shot - shot/reverse shot - shot/reverse shot - pan left - right - shot/reverse shot" over that damn techno music

Of course, that wonderful shot breakdown was accompanied by a scene analysis and a 10 page paper. Needless to say, Run Lola Run - as good a movie as it is - was ruined for me forever

On a completely unrelated note, my brother turned 24 yesterday (still feels like today, but his birthday is on the 11th). Getting older. I mean, the kid's not a dinosaur by any means, but I remember being a freshman in high school and thinking the seniors were SO OLD. I look at my brother and all I see is the same Andy I've known all my life. I don't see a 24 year old person. It's all a little unreal to me

Then again, I'll be 22 in little less than a month

I look at that number and it makes me sick to my stomach

I wish I still had Tylenol PM pills left. I could drug myself to sleep

That is all

Day 23 - Most annoying character

2010-06-11T10:52:00.004-04:00

Dr. Romano

I will never forgive this man for being so damn rude, annoying, intrusive, and mean. I think the series occasionally tried to redeem him with little moment - falling in love with Elizabeth - but I was having none of that. He's a little pig and I hated him.

I was so happy when he got his arm cut off, except that it made him WAY more grumpy and annoying

Fitting, though, that he was squished by a plane.

Justice

***

I now have my very own copy of The History of the Devil

Hooray!

Now it's time to come up with a drinking game for it...or you know, I could just enjoy it, I guess, but where's the fun in that?

Got to see Blithe Spirit last night. Of course, first and foremost, Rachel was a sexy ghost. I loved her, as always

I really enjoyed the show. As always, the set was beautiful, especially for it being outside theatre, but you know the Theater Department - they go all out. And it was a funny show. A ghost of a dead wife come back to haunt the husband and the new wife can't see her. Hilarity ensues. I will admit that there were times in that show that I thought it could have ended, but didn't. It did go on and on for a bit (unnecessarily, you might say), but everyone was wonderful and I was captivated by their performances. The lead guy (Thomas somethingorother) was also quite good. I'm sure I've seen him in other things, but I can't recall what.

Jenn Schafer was hilarious

I'm SUPER EXCITED to see Alice in Wonderland in a few weeks.

In other news (but semi-related), the MSU Food Co-op provided all-natural bug spray for the show last night. When Sasha sprayed it on herself, I thought it smelled quite good...but that's because she sprayed it moderation. A couple behind me were using it like it was going out of style. I was treated to a cloud of all-natural, lemony smelling bug spray that WOULD kill a mosquito at 20 paces

I'm still recovering

It was a beautiful night last night

That is all

Day 22 - Favorite series finale

2010-06-10T11:03:00.003-04:00

I really haven't gone through many series finales. A lot of my shows are still going

so

Angel series finale was quite fitting and I actually got to watch it on television

Video is not the best, but I couldn't find what I was looking for online. That sums up most of Season 5, I guess

Though I really disliked three out of the five seasons of Angel, I watched them all. This finale pissed a lot of people off, especially with the way it ended. Wesley dead. Fred still a blue demon. Lindsey killed. Angel, Spike, Illyria, and Gun surrounded by MASSES of demons and shit - probably going to die.

Buffy got through her apocalypse. Something tells me Angel didn't

I guess I could just read the comic books (Angel, Season 6) if I was curious

*heave*

***

Speaking of television, I've made a small observation that perhaps is not much of a revelation. I just found it kinda odd

Flipping through the channels last night, I noticed that majority of the shows either have to do with mental illness/addiction or pregnancy.

I cannot go three channels without seeing "16 and Pregnant" or "Teen Mom" or "I Didn't Know I was Pregnant" or "A Baby Story" or "Dad Camp"

And I can't go five channels with seeing "Hoarders" or "Addicted" or "Intervention" or "The OCD Project"

AND sometimes, I run into "I'm Pregnant and Addicted" or "Pregnant and Bipolar"

Was it always like this? I mean, once upon a time, MTV played music videos majority of the time, not shows about girls that forgot to tell their skeezy boyfriends to wear a condom. The Discovery Health channel usually had on "Untold Stories of the ER" or "Mystery Diagnosis." But, during the day, you'd be hard pressed to see anything BUT pregnancy shows

Now, I don't so much mind all the mental illness/addiction shows, but that's just because it interests me. If I were interested in pregnancy, the TV would be a fountain of great knowledge and entertainment. But I'm not. It creeps me the hell out.

In other news (but kinda related), needles creep me out, especially after my not-so-enjoyable time giving blood. And I know a good portion of people don't enjoy needles. So WHY and HOW do people get addicted to shooting up?

Watching "Addicted" last night was ridiculously painful. This couple spent all their days in a motel, just shooting each other up. And this poor girl looked like a hot mess. Crying before the drugs, during the drugs, after the drugs, if she didn't have money for the drugs, and even when she had the money, she kept crying. Not to mention the fact that her neck and arms looked like a whole swarm of hornets had attacked her. Everything was swollen and poked through and bleeding

Three months after rehab, she looked AMAZING. I just feel kinda bad for the two of them, because if they stay together and one of them slips up, the other is going down, too.

Sad

Bring back my 50 degree nights

That is all

Day 21- Best kiss

2010-06-09T16:24:00.003-04:00

Jack/John from Torchwood

I'll let the video speak for itself (the kiss starts around 1:10)

Kiss and then they beat the shit out of each other

Even though I don't watch this show, I appreciate this kiss above all others

***

I love to say "Normandy"

It's just such a satisfying word to say

This is quite cool. I want to go to there

I have nothing else to say

Day 20 - Favorite couple

2010-06-08T20:22:00.004-04:00

Buffy/Angel

Forgive me. I'm going to turn into mush

There are so many great great couples out there, but my heart is ALWAYS going to be with these two.

***

Carrying on the girl kick today...

Emily Hanna sent me a link to a webcomic someone is doing on deviantart. It centers around Christine Daaé and Sarah from Labyrinth, along with their neighbors, Eric (the Phantom)and Jareth. Add in a bunch of ridiculously funny cross-over cameos from different books, movies, and plays.

I enjoy it quite a bit

But, that could just be me

In other news, in our apartment building live a group of guys. Their apartment is on the bottom floor, furthest to the back, so they have a porch. For the longest time, I would just hear really loud, foreign chattering coming from their apartment and I was very curious as to what language they were speaking in.

Lately, one of the guys has been outside (or comes outside) when I'm getting a bit of air or having a cigarette. I finally know where they're from and why their apartment always smells like the most interesting mix of spices

Libya. They're from Libya

Exciting

And he speaks very simple english, which makes our constant "conversations" kinda awkward, but he's very smiley and kind, so I don't mind as much

I do want some of their food, though

That is all

Day 19 - Best t.v show cast

2010-06-08T06:59:00.006-04:00

I think 30 Rock probably has the best cast

I mean, c'mon. Tina Fey. Alec Baldwin. Tracy Morgan

Jack McBrayer

Oh, how I love thee, Kenneth

***

Sorry this is a day late-ish, although considering I haven't slept yet, it still kinda feels like Monday. I meant to do this post before I went to Stauff's but Blogger was doing something weird and wouldn't let me sign in. Oh well

Stauff's was a fun success. It was comfy and relatively quiet (considering Sasha and I were in the attic most of the time watching Arrested Development and playing Euchre with Stephen Stauffer and his friend, Rick). It was a conveniently located house as it was right across the street from a Little Caesars and a liquor store (not that I drank anything). Played some Left4Dead 2. Ate some cookie dough, courtesy of the lovely Haley. Visited with people.

And it was an absolutely gorgeous night. I got to wear the new "Como se llama" sweatshirt due to the chill in the air. Love love love

Then I did a stupid thing and drove home at six in the morning, but I hate sleeping at other people's houses when I could just as easily keep myself awake for another hour, drive home and sleep in my own damn bed

Which is what I'm going to do.

I'll do the other post later on in the day

That is all

Day 18 - Favorite title sequence

2010-06-06T10:55:00.003-04:00

Big Bang Theory

It's catchy. It's short. It's fun to watch

A close second would be Lost, I think (even if I don't watch it). It's just the word "LOST" - quick, easy, and simple. My goal in these is for you to either entertain me or get me to my damn show already!

***

Shovelglove

Shovelgloving

A work-out with a sledgehammer.

This shouldn't be as odd to me as it is.

When Sean called and said he needed to go to Meijer to get a sledgehammer, I didn't hesitate. I figured it was for another project. Yes, a sledgehammer is serious business and I didn't expect he'd be knocking down walls or anything like that, but maybe there was new game with smashing cans or something like that

Hey. Gimme a break. Exercise was not the first conclusion I jumped to

But, it's real. This thing called Shovelglove (or something like that) is this whole exercise cult following thing.

Here

So, apparently, this is what Sean is going to do to stay fit

Odd, but it does seem to suit him, personality wise

In other news, I really enjoyed the storm that we had last night. I imagine that others were not so happy about it as there were tornadoes in some parts of Michigan, but in East Lansing, the worst we had to weather was a brief power outage (brief meaning 2 seconds)

Stauff's thing is tomorrow, which is kind of exciting. Going out of the apartment yesterday was crazy amounts of fun (for I was not bored for the first time in a week), so I'm guessing Stauff's will a crazy whirligig of fun

I get to see Haley, whom I've grown very very fond of despite not seeing or talking or interacting in any way with her at all. She's always just so cheerful and enthusiastic and red-headed. She's fun.

The clouds are parting and there's still the scent of rain in the air.

I love when it's 64 degrees

That is all

Day 17 - Favorite mini series

2010-06-05T10:20:00.009-04:00

The BBC's Pride and Prejudice

Because it is, in fact, a miniseries and not a movie

My mom would always watch this. If it was on the TV, it was more than likely that she was have a very good day and it was going to be a very lazy day. Pajama Day at the Korytowskys!

Yes. I'm a girl. And while I'm not an avid Jane Austen reader (as I am not a big fan), I do quite like Pride and Prejudice. Shoot me.

Colin Firth is hot

***

The rest of this was going to be a rant about big pet peeves

But I read it over and it sounded so completely pathetic that even I couldn't let it go on.

Suffice to say, if you give me hope that we're going to hang out, please have the courtesy to call or text when you don't want to. Just kinda leaving me hanging alone in the apartment, waiting around for your damn call, is kinda mean.

This has happened way more than once. And while during the semester, it's easy to shluff off because I can always find something better to do, it's really hard to handle during the summer when I rarely get out of my apartment. That is not your fault, I know. It's mine. But it literally takes you two seconds to text back, "Hey. Hanging out with someone else." Believe me. I will not be offended. I'll be thankful that you at least fucking got back to me

And, yes. I know. I have all the skills in the world to text or call you instead of you getting back to me. But, remember. I am one insecure son of a bitch and figure, if you're not calling, it's probably because you didn't want to see me. Therefore, trying to get in contact with you would make me seem needy and desperate, and while I'm feeling those two things in great quantities, I would prefer not to show it

Get back to me. That's pretty much it. One simple, "Not tonight" will do fine.

But perhaps the not answering is really all the answer I need, huh?

Conclusion: I need to move back to Jackson. There lies jobs, Bridget, and a Playstation.

Sorry, you few that read this. I'm in a bad mood. As you could probably tell, I didn't have the best night

It was made so much better when Emily and I realized that going on a beach holiday this weekend was pretty much shot because of the rain that we're supposed to get.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find a way to cheer up. It's just the beginning of the day. This is a tad bit ridiculous

dammit

Day 16 - Your guilty pleasure show

2010-06-04T14:54:00.002-04:00

Dancing With the Stars

Yes. I know. Laugh it up, kids.

But when you see Derek Hough dance, it's all over. The end of life as you know it.

Here are some other good ones

What can I say? Hot men dancing in tailored pants and GREAT shoes. It's all I could ask for

***

The wife suggested I do a Links!Friday - for all my stumble finds.

This is perhaps because she hears me uproariously laughing in my room and often doesn't know why. Sometimes it's what I find on stumbleupon. Other times, I'm just going crazy

Would someone like to explain what The Meat Holiday is?

I think Bridget would appreciate this

Umm...yeah

Probably one of the funniest things I've read in a very long time

And last but not least:

That's one useful kitty to have

That is all

Day 15 - Favorite female character

2010-06-03T13:24:00.006-04:00

We got my girl, Kaylee, here from "Firefly." What to say about Kaylee? She's a sweetie and talks innocent, but she surprises the hell out of you in so many ways. The captain loves her and she loves her captain. The relationships between her and Simon is always fun (considering he's one of my favs). There is nothing that I don't love about this lady here.

Close second: Amy Pond

She's the best person for the Doctor (or at least the newly regenerated Doctor). Snarky, clever, but wildly stupid sometimes. She's sassy. Got moxie. I like her

***

At 3:30 last night, I was woken up by an absolutely terrifying crash. I thought it came from inside the apartment. *gasp* The Loverly Roommate might be hurt.

Then, I heard yelling from outside (though it sounded like it was in my room). Lots and lots of yelling. Of the male variety

"I AM NOT GOING TO WAIT HERE TO GET PICKED UP. YOU GET YOUR FAT ASS OVER HERE NOW!"

O_o

Then, more smashing. Glass breaking. I thought he had thrown a beer bottle or something

Nope. He kicked in windows. Not one window ("Oops. I was mad and didn't know my own strength"), but three.

Real macho, buddy.

I would have yelled down at him to shut up, but in my sleep stupor, I was mighty afraid the guy was going to come up to my room and kick my ass...seeing as he couldn't get his hands on the person he was yelling at over the phone, I imagine he wanted to smash somebody's skull. Of the female variety

Emily said that she caught a bit more of the conversation. Something like, "I put my life on hold for you for two months and this is how you treat me."

Well. Yes. This is how I treat you...after you smash in three windows and wake up an entire apartment complex with your douche bag yelling and your douche bag outfit (all white...might have had a sweater tied around his shoulders. couldn't quite see. was trying to sleep) and your douche bag self
Please feel free to never EVER call me again and yell at me for a solid hour about how pathetic you are and I'll feel free never to be this pathetic ever again.
I'm hanging up
You're an asshole

Goodness gracious. If someone started yelling at me like that over the phone, I would feel quite obliged to just fucking hang up. No one is EVER going to scream at me like that, over the phone or to my face. I don't fucking care who you are. You shut your mouth, suck it up, don't smash in windows because you're mad, and we'll work it out when you've calmed the fuck down

Ugh!

I had an "In other news" but I forgot it. Got too worked up

That is all

Day 14 - Favorite male character

2010-06-02T11:35:00.008-04:00

Imma gonna do two. Deal wit it

This man is attractive. As a character, he's strong and athletic. He cares about the kids he works with. He LOVES his wife and he loves his daughter. He funny. He's sexy. He's a guy, which is something I feel many ladies' lives lack (Remember - He's still a guy). He makes really bad decisions, but he makes extremely good ones, too. He is the most important person in so many people's lives, but the guy's not cocky. He plays it cool and for that, I adore him. To you, Coach Taylor, I tip my metaphorical hat

I LOVE LORNE. In the shadow of Angel and Wesley and Gunn and all those other guys who aren't green, he tends to get forgotten. But, as the seasons progress on that show, he's pretty much the only reason I keep coming back. There is a certain depth to Lorne that's just enough that you're never overwhelmed by him. He sings prettily. And let us not forget that if it weren't for Lorne being from Pylia, we would never have been able to see Joss Whedon - as Numfar - do the Dance of Shame.
Lorne is a hilarious character and was just such a great member of the cast. I was hoping when he came on in Season 2, Joss would let him stay, and he did.
I couldn't find any clips except tributes to Andy Hallett. He died in March 2009 of congestive heart failure. He was only 33. Sad sad sad

***

Dune is the worst possible movie to fall asleep to.

And I'm not really sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing

Probably good

See, you're drifting off (because you drugged yourself to sleep and the drugs are lingering in your systems and you're impossibly tired), looking into the nice, blue eyes of some person on the television screen and then "AHHHHHHHHH!! GRAAHAHHHHHAHAHHAAAA!!!"

*startle* Whathefuck...

There was so much screaming and maniacal laughter and more yelling and screaming. I mean, that damn Baron would just randomly float up into the air and scream. The stupid Reverend mother with the nasty teeth was constantly yelling. And they were never yelling ANYTHING - just exercising their vocal chords, I'm imagine.

I don't quite know what to say about that movie. My mom and brother LOVE it, so I've seen parts, but I've never sat down to watch the entire thing. The minute that big whale/worm thing starts shitting light, I zone out (I'm not actually sure what's going on in that scene. It just looks like he's shitting lightbeams of some sort). But, I watched the entire thing yesterday. The parts I fell asleep for earlier in the day, I caught later when they had it on again.

Perhaps Dune is another book I should read. The story was interesting, but you try to take a good book and turn it into a movie (in the 80s, to top that), you'll probably wind up with a few people scratching their heads at the end

I would like to be able to blow somebody up with a thought, word, and/or sound. That would be really cool

My beef with the romantic comedy movie production
Example: a movie takes place in Ireland, but damn, you know, Brad Pitt is super cute (not) and would be great in that role...except he doesn't FUCKING SPEAK WITH AN IRISH ACCENT

There are far too many attractive Irishmen. Or Scotsmen. Or Brits. Why do they always have to find American actors to put on shitty accents when they could find someone who actually has the accent

OR

What's worse is when they take a gloriously accented man (Gerard Butler) and make him speak in every accent EXCEPT his native Scottish one.

Uh. Excuse me. No

He can't do accents well, but the one that he already fucking has is sexy enough. Why don't we go with that, huh, guys?

Poo

Day 13 - Favorite childhood show

2010-06-01T00:03:00.002-04:00

Early childhood: Eureka's Castle

Childhood: Are You Afraid of the Dark
(close second: Clarissa Explains it All)

Early in childhood, I really enjoyed watching Eureka's Castle. I'd like to see at least one episode again, because I honestly have no idea what it was like (except that I think it was puppets). It's like watching your favorite childhood movie over again and seeing how absolutely pathetic you were. I feel like I'd experience that with Eureka's Castle

But DEFINITELY not with Are You Afraid of the Dark. I think I spent a good portion of Sophomore and Junior year of college going over re-runs on megavideo or youtube. I loved that show and I still do. I feel that kids nowadays are missing that one show that scares the shit out of them, but not so badly that they stop watching. I remember being terrified of some of the episodes, but I always kept my eyes glued to the screen

I do know somebody that can no longer use blue toothpaste because of the comic book episodes with the Ghastly Grinner - when he smiled, blue goo leaked out from behind his teeth and he was a horrifying piece of work

But you know what the scariest part of that show was?

The opening credits

*shudder*

Such wonder and awesomeness

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must shut my window and blinds. The wind is blowing oddly and it's creeping me out

***

I think I know where my interest in the Devil (and my need for him to be strangely attractive in one way or another [Al Pacino is SUCH a good example of that]) came from.

The Stand

Randall Flagg

Now, if you haven't seen the miniseries, you probably don't know what I mean. And even if you have, you still probably think I'm insane. But believe it or not, I thought the actor that played Flagg was one of the most compelling and oddly attractive men I'd ever seen

Granted, I was probably 10 when I thought this

Perhaps this was the start of my famous bad taste in men

Regardless, my brother and mother were obsessed with watching The Stand. I felt like their watching it was an annual event kind of thing. And I would always make sure I was elsewhere when the first half of the movie took place. Why, you ask? Because it all had to do with a deadly flu that swept across the entire world and wiped out a good 90% of the population

And I HATE HATE HATE anything have to do with bio warfare. Shoot me in the fucking head, but if you give me a disease...that's the worst

Just below it is natural disaster movies, but anything having to do with disease or spreading of something that will change and/or kill a good percentage of the world, I don't want to see it.

...I know. I know! That doesn't make much sense considering I enjoy some zombie content. But make me watch Quarantine or I Am Legend or the part of Cloverfield when the girl gets bit and then explodes, and we're going to have a real problem.

But, when all that's said and done, I would watch the rest of it with them, mainly to watch Randall Flagg

I really ought to read the book. I do enjoy Stephen King quite a lot, so maybe I should borrow it from my mom.

In other news, IT RAINED! And everything in the apartment is cooler and lovelier and generally happy.

I'm also sorry that this whole TV Meme thing has been a bit boring. For how much TV I actually watch, it's a bit ridiculous how little I branch out. I'll try harder from now on to not just mention Buffy, Bones and Friday Night Lights

I GET MY SWEATSHIRT TOMORROW! YAY!

That is all

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

Day 12 - An episode you’ve watched more than 5 times

2010-05-31T11:00:00.002-04:00

"Aliens in a Spaceship" - Bones

I absolutely loved this episode and have no shame in saying that I've probably watched it more than 10 times (as I have with most of Buffy, but that goes without saying)

Brennan and Hodgins are captured by the Gravedigger (serial killer who buries people alive, asks for ransom and if it's not paid, she doesn't give you the coordinates and the person/people suffocate to death) while working on another Gravedigger case. They are buried alive in Brennan's car.

So much tension at work here. Hodgins loves Angela and hasn't told her. Booth most assuredly loves Brennan and hasn't told her. And two of the scientists working the case are buried underground and are unable to access all the things they would need to solve the case. Of course, they're brilliant and use whatever is in the car to help themselves and, as always, the case is solved and they're found

It's strange to think back on this episode, because the whole Gravedigger plot just recently got tied up two episodes ago in Season 5 when they brought the suspect to trial and (thankfully) convicted her. The first time we even heard of the Gravedigger was in Season 2, so it's been a long time coming

Regardless, great episode

I might go watch it now

***

My sweatshirt arrived on Friday. Unfortunately, I got back a little too late on Friday to pick it up from the Prime Housing office.
And then they were closed on Saturday
and Sunday
and it's Memorial Day today, so obviously, closed again

I just want my fucking sweatshirt!

In other news, Doctor Who. Okay, guys. That was mean. Did I see it coming? No. I actually didn't. I mean, two seconds before he bit it, of course I realized what was just about to happen, but for goodness sake! And THEN with the whole crack in the wall and the light and the forgetting and the Doctor looking so damn sad.

Mean

To top that all off, I heard some odd rumors about what's going to happen and how this is all going to get tied up (because Rory dying isn't over, apparently). I really hope whoever posted those spoilers is just an idiot who enjoys taunting people, because it's ridiculous what they plan on doing

***If you don't want to know - SKIP THIS PART***
What I heard is that some alien race of some sort is going to take a copy of Rory from Amy's brain, make a duplicate and set him after the Doctor and Amy to spy on them. He's just like Rory, down to the last detail, but he has occasional bouts of evilness and randomly kills people. So, he'll be walking along, talking to the Doctor like normal and then suddenly, he switches and goes evil for a few seconds and then switches back.
All of this is supposed to lead him and Amy to the alter to get married

What. The. Fuck.

Just leave him dead, guys. Let this be just another thing on the Doctor's conscience. Or do something better!

In other OTHER news, The Phantom of the Opera was quite fun. I've seen the Phantom perform before, but last time I saw him, he was Raoul. The program says he holds the record for playing Raoul for the longest period of time - for the greatest amount of shows. Good job, buddy. I mean, this guy was quite amazing. And I imagine years and year of playing second fiddle to the Phantom (not that Raoul isn't a commendable role) gave this actors LOADS of ideas (the classic "I could do that better"). AND, Rachel told me that there was a write-up in the paper about him. He had to train really hard for the Phantom because, I do believe Raoul is a baritone and the Phantom is a tenor and this actor is a baritone (I think?). Regardless, hours and hours of training to sound as gorgeous as he did

Way to go, kiddo!

Rachel and I were discussing his acting choices, as well, and some of them were just amazing. I think he's probably the best Phantom I've seen, though it's kinda hard to remember the other ones. They're spaced out over a long period of time

Our Christine was definitely trained as a singer before an actress, but she was fine. I remember Sam saying once that it was really hard for her to find any kind of soprano she liked. I guess I just hadn't given it a ton of thought until she said that and I noticed that it is REALLY hard to find sopranos that don't make you wince. This Christine was no different, but at least she's in good company with the rest of the Christines that will just never quite be good enough

Every performance has it's mistakes, too, and I'm glad to report that the worst one of those was Christine slipping banana-peel-on-the-floor style when she went running to Raoul's side. He was on the floor to begin with, so I wasn't quite sure if she fell or if she was just fainting in character again. Rachel said she saw her foot come up, though, so it was a fall. But damn, I can't blame the poor girl. Some of the shit they make her wear - long and billowy and satin-y as it is - I'd be slipping everywhere

All in all, it was a good run of it. That show will always have a special place in my heart as it was the first musical I ever heard or saw.

A bit of that love is dimmed out by the fact that stupid stupid STUPID Andrew Lloyd Webber had to go and ruin all of it by making a sequel because he had cancer and chemo must have made him loopy...but, you know...

whatever

I need to take one large sleeping pill and sleep. I only got about 4 hours last night. Tossing and turning. It's gross and I feel nauseous

Happy Memorial Day

*heave*

Day 11 - A show that disappointed you

2010-05-30T06:04:00.004-04:00

Dexter

There are many things that recommended me to this show. Serial killer, for one (I find them terribly fascinating) - reformed serial killer, to top that. Investigating murders. Attractive man

But, I started watching it earlier last year and couldn't get into it. I tried pressing through the episodes, waiting for the "click" that always comes with a new show obsession, but 5 episodes in, I realized I was pressing myself through EVERY episode and it was never going to "click."

Gave it another chance when Sean started to watch it. Figured maybe it was a 'Bones' situation and it just wasn't the right time to get hooked. Again, I was bored and semi-annoyed at most of the main characters

Maybe if I watched a few episodes, I could point out what I find wrong with it, but for now, it will remain that show that disappointed me without any justification

***

I'm not really sure which is worse:

falling asleep in your bed for an entire night in a hot room, sleeping for 8 hours and waking up sweaty and gross

or

falling asleep in 30 minute increments on the couch in front of the AC, but never quite getting to sleep properly.

In other news, I must have left the lights on in my car or forgot to unplug the iPod thingy that charged my iPod (though, I'm not sure that could drain a whole battery), because my car is dead dead dead. I realized this when I went out to get a juicy burger and some french onion soup. Yeah. That didn't happen. I did order Wing Zone, though, and had some fantastic wings and potato wedges

I have come to the conclusion that Kraft and Hidden Valley are holding out on us. Does anyone wonder why restaurant Ranch is always better (or, at least I think so)? If you want Ranch, you go out and buy it at the store, but they all taste the same and they NEVER taste like the stuff you get with wings or pizza or anything else. Where do I buy restaurant Ranch? Where do I get this glorious dipping sauce? Wings dipped in Ranch are pure gold, but if you ever try to dip them in Hidden Valley's, the taste is ruined forever and nothing is right

*sigh*

Passing through Phillips and into the hallway that leads to the caf gave me one of the oddest feelings. I was carrying my messenger bag and a notebook and had the distinct feeling like I should be going to rehearsal. I almost turned into the stairwell before I remembered that I had gone there to play piano, not direct a play.

Evil

It's almost 6:30am and I'm not really sure what to do. I've been sleeping on and off all day long, which is probably why I could only sleep in 30 minute increments, but I feel so tired. Perhaps I should turn off the damn TV and just go to bed

Yep. Sounds like a plan to me

Day 10 - A show you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving

2010-05-29T21:11:00.003-04:00

Bones

To tell the honest truth, I remember tuning in for the pilot episode. I had watched David Boreanaz for so long on Buffy and Angel and would not have missed his new show for the world

And I watched a good 20 minutes of the pilot and changed the channel

Wrote it off as just another one of those crime shows

Then, a few years later, Katie Oz and/or Christine were watching it and I think it was Christine that let me and Emily borrow the first two seasons

Needless to say, we watched both of those in literally a week

And now I'm hooked

***

I drank SO MUCH ALCOHOL last night

It didn't feel like that much when I was drinking it, but you got me sitting in a bar, chatting and having fun (for the first time in WEEKS)...I'm not going to remember that the body has limits

I have the vague memory of sitting outside Jimmy Johns and a lady who was clearly of Asian origin (where, I don't know) came and started talking to me. She said that she wasn't originally from East Lansing and I thought, "Yeah. No shit" and I asked her where she was from. Oregon, she said. I asked what she was doing in Michigan. She said she didn't know and didn't have a place to live. Thankfully, Ben and Sean came out as the conversation started to take an odd turn as she asked where I was living and if I could show her.

Help

Feeling fine as we went to Sean's apartment, but then I sat down and...yeah, not so good. Apparently, I passed out on Sean's couch for a good two hours before he poked me in the side. Thank God he waited that long, because I swear if he had woken me up earlier, I would have spewed everywhere

But

It was fun

And it also led to me, lying on the couch all day long, watching Buffy and eating really good bread my mom gave me. Nom nom

And tomorrow, it seems that I have been offered a free ticket to see The Phantom of the Opera. w00t

In other news, in looking up how to spell "Boreanaz," I came across something that I knew in the back of my mind would happen, but hoped that I was wrong

Asshole

Some are saying it was more than one woman. Some reports said it was with one of Tiger Woods' mistresses

Have some class, buddy

That is all

Day 09 - Best scene ever

2010-05-29T18:49:00.003-04:00

(a day late)

This might be the cruelest one of the bunch - how can I pick just one scene?

I'm going to stray away from Buffy for the time being, although I could easily pick 10 best scenes ever from that show.

*sigh* This is hard, mainly because the scenes I think are the best contain characters that I love and care about. Perhaps the scene doesn't stand on its own, but I think it's brilliant

Call me a softie, but...

This is the BEST SCENE EVER

Tami Tells Eric She's Pregnant

Friday Night Lights | MySpace Video

Yes. Sentimental. But you'd love it more if you watch the entire show. Or maybe you wouldn't. I'm just a softie

But here's a FANTASTIC Doctor Who clip that has very little to do with warm fuzzies:

****

Let's pretend that I wrote this post yesterday

This week really started to pick up. I was going to be hanging alone on Thursday, as always, but Bridget called and I got to go to Jackson for a bit and just hang around there. A bit of drinking and lots of Rumey resulted from this visit and it's always wonderful to see the Birgit Ann

And I'd write more about it, but you have to understand I literally took 3 hours thinking and look for good clips. And I still need to do another post

Fuck

Um...yeah

2010-05-27T13:49:00.004-04:00

I've had exactly two songs stuck in my head for the last week

Yeah. I'm classy. Fo shiz

O_o

This is what I get for listening to the radio in the car instead of my iPod

Please reserve your judgment. It's been an odd week

Day 08 - A show everyone should watch

2010-05-27T12:10:00.005-04:00

Mythbusters

I feel like EVERYONE should watch this show - maybe not religiously (because I sure don't), but if you're flipping through the channels and there it be, you should watch it.

Why?

Because I have not yet met a person who does not enjoy a good urban legend or two. I haven't met a guy who doesn't enjoy the thought of blowing up a car. I haven't met a girl who thinks Tory is unattractive - or for that matter, any guy who thinks Kari is unattractive.

It's an interesting show. It's a funny show. You don't have to be all science-y to have a good time watching it (though, I'm sure it certainly helps).

And it's on the Discovery Channel. Who doesn't just LOVE the Discovery Channel?

***

Stumbleupon is both a blessing and a curse for me. I don't use it all that often - just when I get really bored - but when I do, I find the most interesting stuff. I like to share it

Problem

People I share sites with stumble more often than I do and have already seen the cool things I saw.

And then I feel sad, like I can share nothing original

*sigh* Well. I told you that to tell you this

I LOVE this site: DEATH!!!

This was very entertaining: A bit of putt-putt

I appreciate people: ZOMBIES!!!

Terribly useful: BODIES!!!!

Some of these would have been horrible, but some...: David Bowie as Hook? Brilliant

Does this turn me on?: You bet!

This is unbelievable: Froggie

And remember: The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off -- Jean Cocteau

(is that enough sharing for you? huh? huh? yeah. i thought so)

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

Day 07 - Least favorite episode of your favorite t.v show

2010-05-26T18:51:00.002-04:00

Superstar

Considering I never liked the nerd gang that took over the villain spot in Season 6, when one of them casts a spell on all of Sunnydale so that he can look like the biggest hero/celebrity/all-around-good-guy, I tend not to be a fan

They also used that little plot device to tie up fights and problems that every character was having. Riley and Buffy are both unsure about their relationship. Solution: get Jonathan to solve ALL their problems. It's was a sick kind of deus ex machina working and I know the writers are better than that.

It was supposed to be funny. I just found it annoying

***

The roomie cooked dinner and it was yummy

It seems that all of our spring TV shows are coming to a close, as they tend to do at the end of the spring. Go figure. There are season finales and series finales up the wazoo and they're just going to continue. Thankfully, I think we still have a few more episodes of Doctor Who left, so I can be grateful for that

I don't know if I should cut my hair or not. I've always wanted to go super short, but someway or another, I never do it. Either a better idea comes along or I had a show to do where I wasn't technically supposed to cut it. Michaela's offering to do something exciting to it, and I'm really curious to see what it would look like AND the summer heat is just going to continue, so less hair would make things cooler...but there's just something about how my hair lies now that I love. I can get out of the shower, put it up in a bun for a few hours, take it out and it's naturally curly and quite pretty. It's really low maintenance right now and I like that, but I love changing pace with my hair

Conundrum

In other news, my dad always talked about the day when my friends would start getting married and how scary that would be. I scuffed at him and told him that it wasn't that big of a deal, and on some level, it's not. What people choose to do with their lives is completely up to them. If they're happy, I'm happy.

However

It does scare me when I feel like said marriage is one borne out of panic and fear: a way to make something stay the same while other things are changing. I mean, I understand the panicking, especially if you're graduating from college and have few thoughts on what you want to do for the future, but is getting married any way to help you discern what needs to be done?

It might just be me. It might just be how they were raised. A good portion (not all, but some) of the people I know to be doing this kind of thing have parents that got married and/or had children before the age of 22. I guess it's a kind of line drawn for them in their minds - a now or never kind of deal. I had a friend that was convinced that he needed to get married and have children by the age of 19, because that's when his parents started their family.

Creepy

Whereas, my parents were in their late 20s. They had kids in their mid 30s. I am in no hurry to marry, procreate or build a family. In fact, I'd like to stay away from doing that for a while

Then again, I'm not dating anyone right now, so I guess I can't judge. I am, in my nature, a ridiculously weak person, so who knows?

But, from the sidelines, I think these people are fucking nuts

Day 06 - Favorite episode of your favorite t.v show

2010-05-25T18:39:00.002-04:00

Hush

Joss Whedon has always been prized on his witty dialogue. In fact, according to him, people would always come up to him and say, "You know why Buffy is such a hit? The dialogue. It's the main thing this show has going for it. Good job."

So, he decided to make an episode devoid of dialogue. Why? Because he's Joss Whedon and he's wonderful.

Hush is an episode that scares the shit out of me. It's an episode that is horrendously funny. It has the wittiness and general Buffy feel despite the lack of 75% of usual dialogue content.

Close second: Tabula Rasa

Third: Earshot

***

Heat always makes naps more frequent, but it also makes it more miserable to wake up. And it takes WAY too long to cool down an apartment, even after the sun goes down

Conclusion: summer sucks ass

Another conclusion: must move somewhere where it is perpetually winter

I ordered a sweatshirt online. Now, you might all think that it's immature, but I think that it's wonderful. I've been wanting it for a very long time and it's about to be the favorite piece of clothing...

if only I could wear it

but I can't because it's fucking 86 degrees!

I'll just have to turn the AC on high. Then I'll be able to wear it

yay

Day 05 - A show you hate

2010-05-24T12:15:00.002-04:00

I was going to say Lost, but I watched the series finale (for kicks and giggles) and will admit than I can see why someone would be addicted to this.

Granted, I would never touch the rest of the show with a ten-foot pole, BUT I can understand everyone's odd love for it

So

A show that I hate (and there are many): The X Effect

**As a side note: I went to MTV's site to look up the name of this show and realized that most of the shows I despise find their home on that channel. The X Effect just irked me the most

The premise of this show is two exes, who are currently dating other people, are sent to a resort of sorts and are asked to do various different romantic activities with each other while their significant others watch them on camera. Then, at the end of the weekend the two exes must decided whether to give it another go or to go back with their significant others

Inevitably, the first night, the exes bang each other. I mean, isn't that what MTV wants? Isn't that what the audience wants? Hell, isn't that kind of what their significant others want? Because, both couples have to agree to come on this show, and whether you're doing this to test your boyfriend or prove to your friends that your girlfriend would never cheat on you, the fact remains, you are an idiot and are asking - no, BEGGING - them to cheat.

I don't like this show. I don't like the people on it. I don't like the premise. It's sickening to me

***

My parents gave me Mongolian BBQ gift cards so that's where me and Emily are heading for lunch. NOM NOM NOM

In other news, I am a fucktard and have the worst taste in men. On Saturday, during the Pentecost vigil, I saw the most ATTRACTIVE MAN I have seen in a while. Dark dark brown hair (almost black), deep voice, kind eyes, great hands and the most knee-buckling smile AND he's about five years older than me. Perfect.

Guess what?

He's a priest

Which tends to make him just a tad bit hotter in my column, unfortunately. A man who has all that AND he's a devout Christian? Oh please. This is too much

Too bad I'll never have him

Too bad I didn't catch him in seminary

Pesky vows

That is all

Day 04 - Your favorite show ever

2010-05-23T18:43:00.003-04:00

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

And there ain't nothing shameful about this. I ADORE this show. It's my comfort show - the one I go to when there's nothing else on. The one show that can guarantee an instant laugh, tear, Chrissy-Shock face, and so on.

I love to love these characters and I love to hate some of them, too (I LOVE to hate Riley. I love to cringe when he says something terribly corny and stupid and something Buffy should never have fallen for). I appreciate their weak moments almost as much as the raging amount of sex that is had in Season 6.

And that's all there is to it. That's my favorite show

***

It's hot

Nasty hot

And I don't like it

Stop it, weather! Bring me back my 70 degree days. No more of this "High of 86" shit. I will not stand for it

Day 03 - Your favorite new show (aired this t.v season)

2010-05-22T10:56:00.002-04:00

To tell you the truth, I haven't been watching a lot of "new" shows.

I guess the only one that is technically still in its first season is "Glee"

And yes, I do like "Glee" quite a lot. But no, I'm not a new Gleek (as they so shamefully call them). I remember watching the pilot episode, that showed about a season before the actual show came to Fox and I remember thinking, "This could be interesting."

Do I squee over "Glee?" Occasionally. Would I call myself a Gleek? Absolutely not, but I'm also willing to admit that I watch it whenever I can. Lately, the episodes have sucked more than usual. I attribute this to the writers getting WAY too cocky because of their sudden success. It's all getting a bit ridiculous, but I'll stick with it until it becomes too painful to carry on.

Neil Patrick Harris was lovely, though. I love me some Joss Whedon

***

I decided to head home for the weekend.

I was trying to remember the last time I was home and, unless I'm much mistaken, I think the last time I was here was Easter. I mean, that's a long time to be away and I honestly can't imagine that I didn't come home at least once since then. Then again, with the play stuff and the fact that I didn't want to deal with the stress of coming home on the weekends I was allowed to rest, I guess it would make enough sense.

I've seen a lot of wonderful people this last week. Wednesday was Katie. Thursday was Sasha. Friday was Rachel. All of them have class/internship/rehearsal in East Lansing and none of them are living there. I'm living in East Lansing and have no reason to be there.

Just thought that was odd

Okay. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must change the channel on the television. We've been watching Fox News since I woke up and I seriously think my head is going to explode.

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

Day 02 - A show that you wish more people were watching

2010-05-21T01:08:00.003-04:00

Friday Night Lights

Truth be told, I'm not a big one for sports related shows, most of them being movies. I had a brief thing with movies about basketball back when I actually played it on a team. I was ALL for the drama of and centering around basketball, but that passed after I quit. I hate "Rudy." Wasn't a big one for "Remember the Titans" (though, it always made me laugh when other teams would start chanting "We are the [insert team name]. The mighty mighty [insert team name]" because in high school, we WERE the Titans and any other mascot inserted in there seemed absurd to me. I was immature. I'm not denying it). I mean, I enjoy watching specific sports on the television, but all that "we are a team" shit and everything that comes with it - never really bought into all that, I guess

But, there's something about Friday Night Lights. Might be the music. Might be the way it's filmed. Might be the characters and their little dramas. My love for it could be a lot of things, but all I know is that not enough people watch it. I got the soundtrack from Michaela (consisting mostly of songs by Explosions in the Sky) and then, years later, started watching the show. Thankfully, I got the wife into watching it because I NEEDED to talk to someone about it. I know some people write it off because it appears to be a show about a high school football team, and that's all fine and dandy. Some just don't get how high school student dramas could be interesting. Again, fine and dandy. I just wish more people would give it a chance and watch it and see what I see in it, whatever that may be.

Granted, this last season was painful to get through. My poor Coach Taylor was having a rough time of it and I hate to see him like that.

That's probably it. That's probably why I love this show. Coach Taylor and his wife. I could do without the football, though that tends to round out the show, but Coach Taylor is really what does it for me

I love Kyle Chandler

***

I know it's early into the day, but I had to distract myself somehow.

The wife brought back some books with her from home. Most of them are David Sedaris books. Since Sean let me borrow his Dress Your Family is Corduroy and Denim, I've taken a liking to his dry humor and outlooks. They're just fantastical to me

But, she also brought back Alice Sebold's autobiography. If you don't know, she wrote The Lovely Bones, a book that I never finished. The one thing I do recall is the rape scene, which pretty much opens the book.

Well, guess what opens her autobiography?

And it was horrifying.

I probably shouldn't have read it right before I planned to go to sleep. If you know me, you know how damn paranoid I am about getting raped (or having anything bad happen to me). But the feeling it left me with wasn't fear or paranoia - it's this odd feeling of restlessness and a need to do ANYTHING to get those images out of my head...to get this nasty feeling of shock out of my system.

It's not an entirely graphic account, but it's truthful, and I'm left with the question of how does one shake something like that off. The answer: you just don't. It probably follows you forever, one way or another. Sure, like the death of a family member or friend, time dulls the initial shock and pain of it, but it never truly leaves you. For Alice Sebold, it took place at the very end of her freshman year of college, right before move-out day. It was more than easy to picture MSU's tunnel under the bridge instead of Syracuse's. I could see the walk home from the Aud to Abbot - could see the dorm halls and the night recepts letting me in without my ID because the guy had stolen it. Knocking on Sasha's door...Katie and Chri's door, trying to find someone to help.

I could never put myself in her shoes completely because I've never been in a situation where all of my power was taken from me. And I've never seen myself as a very strong person, so I'm not at all sure how I would handle something like that. Alice Sebold seemed uncommonly calm, as most victims of rape strangely seem. I don't know what part of your brain takes over to deal with something like that. I hope I never have to find out

I know this all seems a little trite coming from safe, ol' me and I'm sure you've all heard someone talk about this before. It's not like I haven't thought about this before either, it's just that something about her account struck a chord. Maybe because it was a college campus and that's just a little too close to home. You know?

And now that I've depressed all of you (if you've even made it this far), I would like to talk to you about my goal:

I want to own movie versions of most of our past ROIAL Players' shows. I don't mean our actual performances of them, but the movie adaptions (or in some cases, the movie the play stemmed from). There are a few that wouldn't be possible, but here's a list that I'm looking at

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
Clue
Brick
The Breakfast Club
Arsenic and Old Lace
Dangerous Liaisons

I know there's a movie version of Delicate Balance, but I've seen the trailer for it and I, in no way, want to own any part of that. I remember watching it with a cast member and we both looked at each other as if to say "What the fuck is this?"

And if movie versions are not possible, maybe have an audio version. I know The Reduced Shakespeare Company puts of CDs of their plays, as I have The Complete Word of God Abridged in my iTunes library. I already have a strange audio version of The History of the Devil that the SciFi channel put out as a kind of radio play. It's seriously almost four hours long and the actors are atrocious, but there it is.

I haven't written a post this long in a while, so I'll leave you here

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

Day 01 - A show that should have never been canceled

2010-05-20T11:57:00.003-04:00

A big fan favorite out there was "Firefly," and getting canceled after 12 (13?) episodes was a huge blow to Joss Whedon fans everywhere.

But that's not the show I'm picking

Too easy

"Dollhouse" is a show that never should have been canceled. Now, I'm willing to admit that the first season did not start off as well as it should have. Joss certainly did not make a killing with those first few episodes, but in his defense, I feel like he tailored the pace of the show to the assumption that he would at least have more time than just two seasons.

There are so many shows that do not start off with a bang. It takes a while to build up a fanbase, but I suppose in this new world of television (because that's what we're in now - it's all about the TV), when every show is trying to make it's way in the world, networks cannot abide a show that isn't an instant hit

HOWEVER! When a show is on at 9pm on Fridays, how can you expect the number of viewers to be sky high? Friday night is where TV shows go to die.

This entire thing might be less about "Dollhouse" being canceled and more about Fox being blowholes. Come now, guys! "Firefly," "Dollhouse," "Arrested Development," "Family Guy" (though, you were smart enough to bring that one back).

I'm just saying, "Dollhouse" was not my favorite show for a number of reasons, and a big one of those is that Joss Whedon didn't have enough time to do what he wanted with it. The first season was slow, only letting through a few hints, which is perfectly acceptable. "Buffy" started super slow and it went on to have season gems, like Season 6. But, second season of "Dollhouse" hit and I don't know what happened. It was like cramming 5 seasons of a show into one season (which is practically what he did). The twists were so twisty that they were virtually unbelievable, and that's saying something for this show. Don't get me wrong - there were some absolutely brilliant moments (Epitaph 1 being one of them) and the big twist of the story actually stung a bit, but when I look back on that second season, I get the sense that it was all a little too much

All in all, it should have had more time to become what was sizzling under the surface of every episode. So much damn potential

In other news, summer is going well enough.

Job hunt - we'll talk about that later when things are finally settled. Don't want to jump into anything and worry before it's due time to worry.

I'm watching so much "Buffy," it might be bordering on the unhealthy side of things. It has seven seasons, though, and it's really easy to just jump from favorite episode to favorite episode. It's also nice to watch all the way through. We'll talk about this later, though, as I'm sure this show will come up in one of the TV questions.

I've been hearing a bit about this Steampunk Expo thing that's taking place in Dearborn, mostly from Facebook but also from some of the blogs. It starts in about a week, I think. I read some of the details on their site and they mention that you need to have a passport if you're coming in from out of the country. I mean, it is a World Steampunk Expo, so this shouldn't surprise me.
Apparently a lot of people bought tickets in advance - made reservations - so I'm a bit unsure what to expect from this. Is it like Comicon or does it resemble the Ren Fest? Or is it a smattering of both?
Whatever the case, I do want to go. All I've gotta do is get myself some aviation goggles and a top hat and I should be set.

In other other news, apparently some fire marshals are coming to our apartment building today to check and make sure all the fire code rules are being followed. One of the rules states that a room must not be unnecessarily messy as to avoid chaos and problems should there be a fire. I have clothes strewn all over my room. Maybe if they knock our door, I'll just pretend to be asleep. Then maybe they'll feel bad walking in and waking me up. Granted, they'll still check our apartment, but hopefully one of them will feel bad.

Especially if I sleep naked.

Hmm

I'll leave you with that

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

TV Meme

2010-05-20T11:53:00.003-04:00

Since I can't seem to write in this damn thing, but really want to, I'm going to try to get myself started with a TV meme. Television is something that I feel quite strongly about, but it certainly betrays me to some of my truer natures. Some of the shows that I watch are a tab bit ridiculous, I must admit, but they're mine

So, without further ado, I give you the categories. I'll start "Day 1" in a new post

Day 01 - A show that should have never been canceled
Day 02 - A show that you wish more people were watching
Day 03 - Your favorite new show (aired this t.v season)
Day 04 - Your favorite show ever
Day 05 - A show you hate
Day 06 - Favorite episode of your favorite t.v show
Day 07 - Least favorite episode of your favorite t.v show
Day 08 - A show everyone should watch
Day 09 - Best scene ever
Day 10 - A show you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving
Day 11 - A show that disappointed you
Day 12 - An episode you’ve watched more than 5 times
Day 13 - Favorite childhood show
Day 14 - Favorite male character
Day 15 - Favorite female character
Day 16 - Your guilty pleasure show
Day 17 - Favorite mini series
Day 18 - Favorite title sequence
Day 19 - Best t.v show cast
Day 20 - Favorite couple
Day 21 - Favorite kiss
Day 22 - Favorite series finale
Day 23 - Most annoying character
Day 24 - Best quote
Day 25 - A show you plan on watching (old or new)
Day 26 - OMG WTF? Season finale
Day 27 - Best pilot episode
Day 28 - First t.v show obsession
Day 29 - Current t.v show obsession
Day 30 - Saddest character death

Fallen - Storyhill

2010-05-11T20:39:00.002-04:00

When Emily and I were working on our puzzle, we found the best Pandora station. For some reason, I cannot get this particular song out of my head or off of my iTunes.

This year the winter will not break me
I swear the spring is coming soon
Sun through the window did not wake me
I slept away the afternoon

So many years I've been sleep-walking
I'm someone else - I don't know who
I've handed in my two-week notice
Still don't know what I'm going to do

I've fallen for you
And I don't know how far I'll go

I was afraid you might have noticed
That it was written on my face
Thought it was time that I just showed it
Tell me if I am out of place

I've fallen for you
And I don't know how far I'll go
You know me, I've got no self-control
There, I said it. Now you know

I've fallen for you
And I don't know how far I'll go
You know me, I've got no self-control
Here's hoping tonight, you're home.

Why, in God's name, am I still awake

2010-04-27T04:31:00.004-04:00

Another round of finals. More late nights. More studying until I'm nauseous. More scrambling to get everything I need

Only difference?

This is the last time doing this. Hot damn

THE PLAY IS DONE. But, unlike some of the plays in the past, I truly did not want this one to end. You really can't blame me; it was my last ROIAL Player's production

And it could not have gone better.

I was worried. I was so worried that everyone wouldn't learn their lines, that everyone wouldn't get into their characters, that I wouldn't be able to control the things that were going on. But tech weeks tend to kick everybody into gear, and thank God for that because the way we were rehearsing the week before tech, there was NO WAY I was going to put that stuff up on stage.

And then dress rehearsals happened

And Chrissy saw that it was good. Very good

Sunday was a golden masterpiece. A good portion of my cast was about 45 minutes late to call; Emily was running a fever; Ben, Sasha and I hadn't slept at all; finals were quickly approaching - there was no reason Sunday should have gone as well as it did, but the scenes were paced well, everyone's characters were so sharp, all the light and music cues were on time, and our audience actually laughed (thanks to Bridget, who laughed the loudest).

All in all, fan-fucking-tastic work from everybody.

I am really going to miss doing all of this. I mean, Players has been present throughout my entire college career. It wasn't one of those clubs that I picked up one year and dropped another - I've stayed with this organization for as long as time would let me

And if you know anything about me, I can't let go of anything.

This is going to be a real challenge

I won't even go into how graduation is making me feel. I think I preferred how I felt about it earlier this week...when it didn't feel like I was graduating at all. Now the idea of leaving behind a group of people that I've finally become comfortable with is just so aggravating.

Then again, I'm not really leaving them behind. I AM staying in East Lansing for another year. I'm sure I'll see some of them. But a part of me is afraid that it'll just be more difficult, for a number of reasons. I would never force my friendship on anyone and I'm sure some people think it's time for me to pack up and move on

Or maybe I'm just being stupid and paranoid, like always. Who knows

Who cares?

It's time to go fill out my 18 page study guide for psych and forget about all of this. I'll be fine. It's not a big deal. I'm just panicking. It's natural

CREATIVITY

2010-03-28T02:57:00.002-04:00

It took me four hours, but now have a London Underground map on my wall

This all came about rather stupidly, but it's fantastical to me. There was an XKCD comic that outlined when all the LotR characters - as well as characters from other movies - met each other and where

First, I thought I'd copy it. No way

Second, I thought I'd make my own for some other movie. Labyrinth. I don't know. Whatever. Didn't do that

Then, the wife mentioned that we could do maps from our respective summer cities

Turns out the tube map is WAY easier to do than New York subway map.

So, I drew it

I filled in all the stops

And I have a working version of London's tube on our living room wall

I like being creative like this. It takes up such a big portion of time, so I don't feel like I'm wasting away my Saturday night, watching shitty movies on my ass. I like to distract myself and this was a fantastic way to do it

Though, once I start a project, I tend to like to finish it the same day I started it. It took me WAY to long to do this stupid project. It's fulfilling now that it's done, but I just wanted to get it frickin' finished two hours into it

I'd have other news, but my life is boring as of late. w00t w00t for that

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

TV Commercials

2009-12-28T14:02:00.005-05:00

This article is by Andrew Heller and I found it in the Citizen Patriot on Sunday. I truly appreciated it and I hope you will, too

Time to turn up the volume on TV execs

When I read something, I sort of hear it in my mind. So, if you're like me, I WOULD LIKE TO WARN YOU - YES, YOU, the one sitting there reading the Sunday morning newspaper in your SILLY LITTLE SNUGGIE, THE BLANKET WITH THE ARM HOLES - that at times the INTERNAL MIND VOLUME OF TODAY'S COLUMN may occasionally and seemingly randomly spike to OBNOXIOUS LEVELS, thereby causing you to spill your scalding hot cup of coffee IN YOUR LAP, causing excruciating GROIN PAIN.

Of course, I have a point for doing this. Don't I always?

The point is this: Why in the world do people like those Snuggie things? They're blankets. With holes. You could have made your own with a pair of scissors. And yet Snuggies were one of the top-selling Christmas gifts this year. Were Chia Pets all sold out?

My other point is this: THANK GOD FOR CONGRESS! Or more specifically, California Sen. Anna Eashoo, who introduced a bill recently that would outlaw the mysterious and sudden SPIKES IN VOLUME that occur WHEN A TV PROGRAM GOES TO COMMERCIAL!

I know what you're thinking, it's about darned time. I mean, this is a FUNDAMENTAL PROBLEM of modern life. It's about time it was treated as seriously by Congress as other problems facing the nation, such as health care and terrorism.

Because this IS a form of terrorism. My wife and I have both said so for years. We'll be watching, say, a nice, quiet football game and the announcer says, "We'll be right back," and then the next thing we hear is, "MEN, ARE YOU URINATING LESS FREQUENTLY?" And the volume is so loud that all hell breaks loose. Popcorn goes flying. Coffee spills. Laps burn. Car alarms sound. And somewhere in the distance, a baby cries.

The frustrating thing is that TV volume spike is like gas prices going up just before the weekend. It doesn't happen all the time so you're never entirely sure if it's your imagination or not, OR PERHAPS YOUR TV.

That's the nice thing about this bill. It AFFIRMS YOUR SUSPICIONS. It's not just you. You're not crazy. Your TV isn't just a piece of junk. It's an actual problem caused by actual, evil people in the television industry, who can be hunted down and forced to pay for their sins.

First, we'll have to get confessions, which won't be easy. TV executives never have and never will admit that intentional volume spiking actually occurs.

Strong measures may be required. I propose strapping TV executives to BEANBAG CHAIRS and FORCING THEM TO WATCH every last episode of "Full House," complete with commercials.

"Do you hear the volume spike now? Do you? No? Then how about some more of those cute Olsen twins?"

NOOOOOOOO!

And if they still won't confess, I'm afraid we may need to go to a little more off-book, Dick Cheney style, and pour them a nice hot cup of coffee, placing it in their laps.

"Oh, look, a commercial is coming up..."

"HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT, 'HMM, WHAT I REALLY NEED IS A BLANKET WITH HOLES CUT IN IT? IF SO, YOU'RE IN LUCK...!"

I concur

DAMN, that was a good Christmas!

2009-12-26T10:33:00.002-05:00

Despite my constant complaining that Christmases of late haven't felt at all like Christmas (and it might be very true), I had one truly great Christmas

We did our traditional Ukrainian Christmas thing over in Detroit with my dad's side of the family. Same old routine. But the sense of humor of my baba always surprises the hell out of me. She was trying to call Ukraine with this new service (when she usually uses this Penny Talk thing, I guess) and it wasn't working. At first it just wouldn't ring, but every call she made got her a busy signal. She kept mumbling things under her breath and then laughs. I ask her what's wrong? She laughs again and says, "It's the Sputnik. The damn Russians and their Sputnik *somethingsomethinginUkrainian* The Sputnik is busy. I can't call my sister because the Sputnik is busy. Russian Sputnik...pain in the ass."

I love my grandmother. So. Damn. Much.

The borscht was amazing. It always is. I mean, I love this holiday for food reasons alone. I look forward to it every year Pierogies, borscht, vushkas, mushroom gravy...the fun just don't stop.

I'm bringing at least some of it back up to State with me.

The down part of the trip was seeing my grandfather in the state that he's in. His quality of life is so low. It was the first Christmas that he didn't eat with us because he was too weak. It was kinda tough, but such is life.

Dinner on Christmas day yielded a conversation about what we would do if zombies attacked. My mother said she put too much garlic under the skin of the turkey, but she said the vampire would stay away, so that's was a positive. Then my dad asked, "What do we do if the zombies attack, though?" And we, as a family, began to discuss the various ways we would beat back the zombies with whatever was on the table.

And then I watched Friday Night Lights until the wee hours of the morning because I have all three seasons of it now.

Yay. Yay. Yay

In other news, I have screwed up my back. It's the damn bed I've been sleeping on. Pain. So much pain.

And that's all I have for today. I hope everyone had at least a decent Christmas. I'm very excited for New Years. I hope the weather isn't ridiculous like it always is on the 31st. That would make driving places very unpleasant and, in some cases, damn near impossible

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped. Enjoy post-Christmas shopping!

My body's confused

2009-12-22T21:06:00.002-05:00

I go from getting around 4 hours of sleep (at most) while I'm up at State, to getting at least 12 hours a night here in Jackson

I HAVE to attribute this to stark boredom. I'm telling you...by 10pm, I'm going to bed. This is just very odd for me, seeing as I rarely saw the inside of my eyelids before 3am during this last semester

I'll get into a "regular" sleep schedule by Christmas Eve at the latest. Thank God for midnight mass.

Yay

In other news, I bought new shoes yesterday. This would not be noteworthy except that it brought up something that I've longed to discuss: employees in clothing/acessory stores

Okay. Now, if you're sitting behind your counter thingy and you're talking to me, I really don't mind. I can make small talk with anyone and, on most days, I enjoy it muchly. As long as you stay where you are and don't bother me about buying anything, we'll talk about the weather or people spilling their coffee on your carpets or whatever else you want to talk about. And I understand the employees that walk around and ask you ONCE if you're looking for something. I don't really like it, but I understand that this is their job and they'd probably get written up if they didn't do it.
But, yesterday, I encountered the most RIDICULOUS lady I have ever seen. She asked me, and my brother and my father individually if we were looking for anything, despite us walking in together and all agreeing that we were just looking around. Then, she proceeded to circle the store and stop by us at various points of our shoe-searching. Every time I picked up a pair to try them on, she would grab at the box and ask if I wanted to put the shoes up at the counter to reserve them until I was done browsing. I politely said no about five times. When I was trying to decide between two pairs, she hoovered like she thought I was attempting to shove the heels down my pants and run out of the store. I'd look up at her and she'd smile and go on looking over my shoulder.

O_o

THEN, at the check-out counter, she tries to make jokes about my indecisive shoe-shopping.

*sigh*

Look, lady. You spent an entire half an hour tailing me through the damn store, peering over my shoulder, grabbing at things. I don't want you to talk to me. You're lucky that I needed winter boots and that I couldn't possibly leave those heels for someone else to buy, because every bit of me wanted to just walk out of that store and flip you the bird.

Well, I'm glad that's off my chest.

In other other news, piano playing is going well. You all are in pretty good luck. I have another song in the works to play over and over and make you want to stab your eyes out. But, at least it'll be a new song, right?

I really love 500 Days of Summer

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban still remains my absolute favorite Harry Potter book.

Alvin and the Chipmunks were just singing Hot N' Cold on that movie trailer. Jesus...

I love turkey leftovers. So many possibilities.

Still feel super neurotic when I eat Skittles.

I am going to marry Joesph Gordon-Lovitt
or maybe Justin Long
but I guess someone in my area will have to do.
*sigh*

Not sure which movie is more terrifying...Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Hmm

I've missed listening to music while I shower. Yay

Okay. I'm going to leave you alone now. Thanks for wasting time with me

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

When your home is no longer your own

2009-12-19T21:19:00.002-05:00

We have reached the point where my apartment, without a doubt, feels more like home than my childhood house does.

It's kind of odd, empty feeling, though not to be unexpected

Last night, Sam and I hit the bars (or one bar [Dublin Square, in case you wanted to knw]). It was the end of finals and I think we both wanted to get the hell out of my apartment and do something to celebrate. I really enjoyed myself, though Dublin Square does seem like one of those bars you go to in groups. More fun dancing with a group and then I don't feel so guilty taking up an entire table.
It would have been nice if Sean and Grix had come, but I understand. Some people like to celebrate with a drink and some people like to sit and relax. To each their own.

We heard "Call on Me" while we were there. I liked it.

Today, we had my mother's side of the family over for a Christmas gathering of sorts. I do adore my mother's side of the family, but all my cousins have reached an age where having toddlers is not an uncommon thing.

Let it be said: I do not hate babies. They make me very panicky, mainly for the reason that they give me a trapped sort of feeling. I am certainly not ready to have one and that's a really really good thing, because I don't want one. But I would MUCH rather deal with a baby than a toddler. Damn things are so fucking loud and they run around EVERYWHERE. Seriously, they have more energy than a power plant and they happen to think that everyone around them would love to share in that overwhelming energy.

Guess what? I don't. Sit the fuck down. Open your presents. Leave me the hell alone.

And don't take a hammer to our picture frames. Yes, they do break when you hit them. And don't tear the pages out of that book. They cannot be glued back in. I'm glad we had these learning experiences together.

*sigh*

In other news, my mother has let me have my Christopher O'Riley piano book before Christmas. Perhaps this is because she, like everyone else (including myself), is tired of hearing the same 6 songs over and over and over again. Or maybe she was being kind. That's a possibility, too

All the songs are going to be a tough challenge, but that's okay. It'll give me something to work for. If I can pull some of these off, I will finally be able to call myself a piano player.

yay

Like I thought, I 2.5ed my poly sci class. I'm just grateful it's a 2.5 and not anything lower. My psych and english grade can make up for it. I just would hate for this to fuck up my GPA.

Whatever. It's just one class.

Now, I'm watching the new Doctor Who episode with my brother. They had a Doctor Who insider thingy focusing on David Tennant's seasons and going through his companions and all the drama with them, as well as his general greatness. This is fun.
Though, I'm going to have nightmares about these water creature thingys. I always see the creepiest things on Doctor Who...

Well, I'm going to go now, but, you know

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped. stay away from the creepy water monster things - as with most creepy things on Doctor Who, it's kind of contagious and you don't want to be a creepy water monster thing, now, do you?

Finals. Ugh

2009-12-14T03:27:00.002-05:00

On the eve of final's week, I have decided to take some time out and write a blog post.

Mostly, I wanted to document that fact that I have the strangest and possibly the most painful scratches I've ever had up and down my right forearm. This creeps me out a lot. I already have healing scratches in and around the same area (ones that lack origin memorable enough for me to remember where they came from, either). Then, as I was driving back a minute ago, I noticed that my arm was burning a little. It got progressively worse. I went into the bathroom and I seriously have 10 scratches on my arm, one of which reaches from my wrist to my elbow in a smooth arch.
I know I was scratching at my arm a bit tonight, but not hard at all. Nothing that would leave this stuff. God, I'm surprised they're not bleeding.

I actually got all of my polysci reading done for the final tomorrow. Do I comprehend well enough to pull off a 3.0? Probably not, but it is done. I didn't even think I'd get that far, so this is an accomplishment.

Having a full week of finals is going to be a newer experience for me. Usually, it's just spanish that I have a final in - the rest are papers. This time, I didn't have to write any papers/screenplays/short stories/etc. at all. It's all written finals and they're spread out all week long.

At least I know that no matter how badly I fail my psych exam, I'll still have a 4.0. That's always a wonderful feeling.

Not so lucky in the other finals, but what can you do? You take your cookies any way you can get 'em, right? Unless they give you nuts and you're allergic to nuts...then it might be safer not to take them like that. Or coconut. Some people hate coconut. I hate coconut

Fuck it

Pre-finals sushi was had. Nothing spectacular to report there. Just documentation that it happened.

Then, Sam and I went on an odd little journey to play the original Left4Dead. Stauff couldn't do it (finals. whatever), so we stole away with his Xbox. None of the classrooms were open to play, the Pillar Room was packed, we couldn't work anything out in the theatre, so a good 5 hours (or so) and 5 chapters of polysci reading later, we ended up at my apartment.

I'm not sure I've played a more entertaining game of Left4Dead. I might have watched others play a campaign like ours with the same level of hilarious comments, but it was nice to take part in one.

Christmas break be comin' up quickly and I still haven't decided how much time I'm going to spend in Jackson and how much time I'll spend here. I KNOW I should work at the movie theater and get some money for the upcoming semester. No buts. I know I should, and we'll just leave it at that.

Hopefully I can make it to the Walsh estate for New Year's, though. That would be really nice.

Well...all right then. That might be it.

It might be time for sleeping.

Yay

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped. good luck on your finals!

Uh oh...

2009-11-26T22:11:00.002-05:00

After a big turkey feast, what is the first thing you want to do?

Sleep? Really?

No.

I wanted to play a video game. And since the sum total of my video game experience in the last year has been all of the killing zombies persuasion, I found myself in quite a fix. My brother has never and probably will never own an Xbox, so there was no going out and renting Call of Duty or Left4Dead. I thought about playing Final Fantasy of some kind or Kingdom Hearts. I might later on in the vacation (you know, all 2 or 3 days left of it), but I wanted something I was semi familiar with.

Which led me to Prince of Persia.

Now, the last time I played this game, it was with Ryan, Stauff, and Sean. They wanted to get drunk. I wanted to play Left4Dead. Sean's game was fucked up. Ryan suggested I play Prince of Persia and every time I fell off a cliff, they would drink. Very funny, guys. I've just learned to work the controls for the Xbox and I'm still getting used to them.

Needless to say, I fell off many a cliff and they got drunk.

But, anywho. I've had a bit more experience with dual joysticks (I think that's the right terminology. Correct me if I'm wrong) and this time, I didn't fall off so many cliffs. In fact, I think I did pretty well, if I do say so myself. So well that I kept playing and playing until I thought my eyes were going to catch fire from lack of moisture.

I need to read 100 Years of Solitude over break. This is not going to be easy.

Thanksgiving dinner was good. It didn't feel quite so holiday-y though because we didn't go anywhere. And as much as I sometimes hate seeing relatives, it definitely feels a bit more empty when I don't see my Aunt Chris. Just kind of feels like an ordinary dinner...only much bigger and with pie. The average Korytowsky dinner lacks pie...so, that's different
But, during dinner, I had my dad telling me what words meant in Ukrainian and their equivalent in Russian. Not that I'll be able to repeat anything back to anyone or speak any kind of Ukrainian at anybody, but it was still relatively educational.

By the way, I hate the way Prince of Persia ends.

Saw Sunshine Cleaning and The Proposal today. I knew Emily Blunt was in The Devil Wears Prada but I recognized her from another movie and I could not figure it out. Thank God for IMDB

The Jane Austen Bookclub

Sunshine Cleaning was a good movie for a lot of different reasons, though, as most indie movies nowadays are, surprisingly sad.
The Proposal was very good. That damn puppy dog was so damn cute. Every time there was a scene with Ryan Reynolds and the dogs, I'd squeal like the little girl I am and my brother would comment on Ryan Reynolds and I'd have to tell him that it wasn't Ryan Reynolds that I was melting over...it was the dog. But, the movie itself was also very funny. I enjoyed it.

Well, I hope everyone had a fantastical Turkey Day. Tomorrow is Black Friday, which means I'll be running out hourly thermoses of coffee and cider to my dad whose one mission in life is to always be the first in line at these sorts of competitive, grabby things. I thought about asking for an Xbox 360, but I know the only reason why I want one is to play a certain game and 1) I'm distracted enough as it is, 2) Stauff and Sean both have one and that's enough, 3) I'd drive Emily crazy if I played it all the time, 4) I'd drive myself crazy if I played it all the time, and 5) There are things that I want more.
They are getting a Wii, though. My mother claims it's for the Wii Fit, but I know better.

She just wants Rock Band so she can fulfill her lifelong ambition to be a Beatle.

That woman is so transparent.

That is all

Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped. Enjoy your Turkey Day leftovers. I know I will

Ahh. So THIS is what a good day feels like

2009-11-24T01:06:00.003-05:00

I am grateful for many things

Swinging on playground swings at midnight is certainly one of them

Hot chocolate is another

The anticipation of a well-deserved break is yet another thing

Thus starts my Thanksgiving spirit. Yay for thank-worthy things!

Had a normal day. Got home. Realized that I didn't have rehearsal or tech week or a show to do. Immediately better.
Played some games on pogo for the first time in weeks. Addiction Solitaire and Lottso, how I adore thee. I bow before thee. Along with some really beautiful selections from Pandora, it was a solitaire night made in heaven by God himself.
And, feeling the need to get out and do something with my free night, I asked Emily to go for a walk with me. We ended up at a playground a bit down Hagadorn. While I merely swung on the rather comfy swings, Emily played around the junglegyms and what have you. It brought me back to those times after John's, usually after cast parties, when we would both find ourselves drunk and on the swings, proclaiming our roomie love to one another.

Oh, nostalgia. Thou art sometimes nice.

Now, I sit, drinking a nice, warm mug of hot cocoa and musing about the kind of pies I will bring home for the Thanksgiving Feast. It is usually my mother who picks the pies, thus setting the mood for the Thanksgiving Feast (for the presence of a cherry crisp instead of a cherry pie makes ALL the difference). This year, I'm the pie boss. Booya, bitch!

So, this post gets a happy smiley because it's a happy smiley day. Yay

^_^

If you ever wanted to know what a person with acute paranoia looks like...well, keep watching

2009-11-19T17:23:00.003-05:00

We'll just get this out of the way:

I am paranoid. So very very paranoid

But not in the way that most people are paranoid. I don't think people are out to get me. I don't think the world is going to end.
What I am paranoid of is pissing people off. I hate when people get mad at me or I can see a fight coming. Even if it's just a friendly phone call or what have you, I will freak out, over-react and worry all day long.

Example: Today my mother calls during class and leaves me a message that says in what I think is Mad Mom voice, "Hi. Call me back as soon as you can. I need to ask you something. I'm at work until 5 so any time after that. Bye"
Now, I get this message at 12. Shit. What did I do now? I mean, my bank account is fine, I don't think I gave my mother's computer a virus in the 2 hours I was on it. Did she find something? And I worry up a storm. Even if there is absolutely NO JUSTIFICATION as to why she would be angry. But, I'm beside myself with worry-ridden curiosity
Turns out she wanted to clarify something with me on my Christmas List.

*sigh*

I am pathetic

In other news, I started a conversation about sex today in my special topics course. We were talking about Twilight (Penn's son's "girl with whom he has an understanding" [because girlfriend was just too damn complicated a concept, I guess] likes Twilight) and Penn called it a trashy romance and I had to tell him that it was not even worthy of the trashy romance title because there's no sex.

And there we went

Now, my mother gave me The Talk daily. Talking about sex with adults does not bother me. Talking about sex with anyone does not bother me. But, I forget that it bothers other people, particularly students in regards to their professors.
I think we had a great conversation about it. Baring the fact that I've never technically HAD it, I think we came to some good conclusions and agreed for the most part. He said something that I had never heard anyone say before - not that it's a ground-breaking, novel thought. I'm sure someone else had this thought, but it just never occurred to me in the sense of how he said it.

Sex is an imaginative act. One needs a great imagination for it to be any good at all.

Agree? Disagree?

And then he did the thing that I love this man for the most: took this odd comment of mind about the lack of sex in Twilight, moved his way through a pretty detailed yet indirect conversation about what makes sex good - in literature and in life - and then, somehow, tied it all into magical realism and Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "100 Years of Solitude."

And it all made sense

I came out of it all pretty intrigued, while everyone else was just merely uncomfortable.

*shrug* I had fun

Oh, and another things about my paranoia, because you're all so interested, yeah?

I am TERRIFIED that I'm going to develop Schizophrenia

Truly terrified

Which makes going to Abnormal Psych and talking about Schizophrenia for two whole class periods torture of the cruelest kind

That is all

Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped, and if you ever get mad at me, don't leave me in suspense. At least do me that favor.
Or don't. It'll be better revenge

Ugh. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck oh fucking hell

2009-11-09T09:27:00.002-05:00

I have a test in about 3 hours that I am most decidedly not ready for, but I'm writing in this because I have just about reached my wits end. Technically I need at least an 86% on the next two exams to pull off a 3.0

Yeah

Not gonna happen

Whatever, man. You wanna run a class in which a grade will depend on 3 cumulative exams, that's your fucking deal, dude. But I'm telling you now, no matter how attractive and funny you might be, you're gonna pay. I'm voodoo dollin' ya tonight...once I've slept and regained some of my self-confidence.

Oh, and that's the other thing. I have rehearsal from 10 until 1am tonight. Whoopde-fucking-doo. I swear on all that is holy, if I fall asleep and snore and someone wakes me up

Yeah, well, I'll just have to make me another voodoo doll.

I can just keep churnin' 'em out, people. Don't think that I won't, because I will.

On a less violent note, this weekend was relatively good. I spent more time on the couch, recuperating, that I would have liked, but there were some good movies on, so it wasn't too big of a deal.
Friday night was the Improv show with the freshies. They were fantastical. I was so damn proud of them in between my fits of laughter. Yay! Then, of course, got smashed at the after-party. As I put it later, I probably wouldn't have gotten as drunk if the party had been better, but it was fine all the same. I ate a lot of really really cheap Taco Bell, and now I'm not sure if it tasted SO GOOD because I was drunk...or because eating that cheap really can actually taste that good.

Saturday night, I saw "The Time Travlers's Wife." Eh. Cute movie. Emily's told me that I have to read the book because the book isn't a chick flick like the movie was. I mean, it wasn't half bad. It was more funny when the lights came up and a good portion of the girls were still crying. Their faithful (we hope) boyfriends had awkward arms around them, trying to hold back laughter. I just laughed out loud. I think inside, they appreciated that someone was laughing at their girlfriends.

Sunday was study day

And now we're back to my overwhelming desire to buy pins. Lots and lots of pins. Thick ones. A ridiculous amount of thick pins dipped in acids, shat on by a dog, blessed by Lucifer himself.

That sounds good

Now...take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

(all that seems a little empty considering, doesn't it. oops. oh well)

Paper writing is not for the faint of heart

2009-11-05T08:20:00.005-05:00

Yeah, yeah. haven't written in a while. blah blah so on and so forth

I have a paper to write, therefore, I'm updating

Predictable, I know

Many wonderful things that I could have written about but didn't happened in the last few weeks: Halloween festivities complete with killing REAL zombies on Grand River, Ingrid Michaelson concert, numerous episodes of Glee, more walks late at night than should be academically healthy, my family getting a piano, Carla getting pregnant again (!!!!!) and so much more

So, why I chose to write about this day, I'll never know.

Perhaps I will discuss with you (or at you, rather, unless you leave a comment in reply) the link between people who own yellow VW Bugs and people who speak German.

My AP Lit/German teacher from high school always drove her yellow Bug with her Deutche sticker on the back (just a D, but still) to school. I mean, it's not as if the sticker set her car apart from all the other Bugs since no one else drove a VW Bug, but here begins my evidence.

College time and I meet Meredith. Yay for Meredith. Last year, I found out that she owns a yellow VW Bug. Guess where she is right now? Germany. Hmmm

Fast forward to yesterday. I'm walking in the parking lot right behind Akers/Hubbard (waaaaay out in BFE) and I pass a yellow VW Bug with a sticker on the back of it. What did the sticker say, you ask? Well, I'll tell you:

Deutchland

Now, perhaps I'm excluding all other cars in my observations. It might be that these sorts of stickers show up on blue Chevy Impalas all the time and I'm just not looking because I WANT there to be some kind of odd correlation between these cars and the land of the Germans.
And I know the car's name has german origins, so that could account for some of it, but I've never seen a black Bug or a blue Bug or any other kind of VW Bug or ANY kind of Volkswagon, for that matter, have a Deutche sticker

Just something for you to think about.

I feel like this weekend is one of those where there's a shit ton of stuff going on, but I cannot remember what I'm supposed to do. I feel like I have ten million things planned and I can't remember a one of them. It's one of those situations where someone says, "We're doing such and such on Friday. You're coming, right?" and I say, "Of course. Wouldn't miss it."

But I might just if I can't remember what IT is.

So, if I miss you this weekend, I'm sorry.

I have to start writing things down.

In other news, I ADORE my political science professor

That is all

Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped

Don't want to fall another moment in your gravity

2009-10-19T16:01:00.004-04:00

Had one of the best weekends I've had in a while.

Grand Rapids was peachy keen. I love seeing Bridget, Christine, Cheeseburger and Sarah. Usually when people come in twos (like Bridget and Mary Kate or Christine and Sarah), I feel left out. Sister fun, right? Not with these people. They're fantastical. I spent way more time than is healthy on Sarah's iTouch, reading through some of the sex trivia that she has on there. There were literally 540 of them, so I was proud that I got to 230. I learned some things I didn't know (which isn't surprising), like, along with the genitals, the nasal passages will swell during orgasm. Somehow this equates to helping with sinus issues. I don't know. Those were two separate trivia statements. Your nasal passages swell during sex. Sex helps to get rid of sinus blockage.

You can work that out yourselves

Also, if you don't want to get pregnant, don't orgasm. It can only help the sperm

^_^

Ren fest was cool, too. I stayed strong and didn't buy anything, though I really wanted another ring. Lindsay's dress was amazing, especially considering she made it all on her own (I think).

And I got the sweatshirt from Tyler. Epic win.

Got home Saturday night and spent it relaxing with Katie, Sasha, Christine and Emily. Emily had made cookies, so when I walked through the door, the entire apartment smelled of baking chocolate chip cookies. So good

Then Sunday, we went apple picking. I swear I ate 10 apples that I didn't pay for. Their apple cinnamon doughnuts are heavenly and we got a bunch of cider. Now our entire bottom drawer in our fridge is FILLED TO THE BRIM with apples.

Yay for happy weekends

I'm late for class

bye!

Mmm, cherrios

2009-10-15T11:37:00.003-04:00

Countdown: 1 day until Bridget and Grand Valley goodness. Yay

Life's been going well enough. Had a bit of a blip this morning, but, as far as I'm concerned, it's taken care of. Unlike last time, I've got a wide support system (and not just my lovely Bridget) and that makes this easier to do. Thank God

Trojan Women was last night. While I appreciate Kabuki theatre and thought everything was very beautiful, it was an emotional overload. They seriously never let up. There was crying and lamenting and more crying and shouting and the lamenting continued. It was all very dramatic. Rachel was lovely. Ross Egan played a surprisingly beautiful woman. The puppet was scary

Got my screenplay back from Jeff yesterday after a flurry of forgetfulness on his part and running around on my part. But I have it. He gave some really good comments, praise and criticism, and now I can finally get to editing the damn thing. He told me to let him know when I was done with a second draft, as he wants to look at it when I'm done. Yay ^_^

I don't want to decide what I'm doing after this year. I have to sit down with Sasha and Katie at some point and discuss this. And I have to talk to my parents. Or, I could get off my duff and get grad school applications done and over with and just go to grad school after this year. That's a possibility, too. Not a fun one, but days of fun are coming to an end. Now it's time to get serious

*snicker*

I have class soon and a shower needs to be had, so

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped.

Curse you, Saturday

2009-10-10T16:20:00.002-04:00

My life is uninteresting, so forgive me for not updating.

Not much has been going on. Just hanging around with people and relaxing and not studying for tests so I got 70% on them.

Same old, same old.

What I've come today to say is that I feel like the internet dies on Saturdays. It's not that I don't enjoy my Saturdays - hell, I would kill for ten Saturdays in a row...or for it to perpetually be Saturday...or Friday. I like Fridays a lot.

I digress

It's just that I have very few web comics that I stay faithful to and none of them update on the weekends. That's fine and dandy, folks, because I have Post Secret on Sunday, but what about Saturday? When is Saturday going to liven up on the updating? Perhaps this is just me, afraid of surfing the wide reaches of the internet in case dear Beverly decides she wants to be a bitch and get a virus. Perhaps you all think I'm insane. While these things might be true, I still feel like the internet does a death thing on Saturday and rises out of the ashes like an electronic phoenix on Sunday morning

The internet is like Jesus - dies on Friday afternoon and rises from the dead on Sunday morning.

Anywho, as much as I would like to savor the weekend, I REALLY want Tuesday to come around. I had emailed Jeff Wray a while ago to get my screenplay back from him. To make a long story short, we didn't meet when we said we would. Whatever. And I was going to email him again and try to set something up, but I just kept forgetting

but

He emailed me saying, "I know you're about ready to clock me right now, but we have GOT to meet." He went on to say that he really wanted to see me to talk about my screenplay because he liked it a lot and had a ton of questions about it.

Now, this email came RIGHT after I got the feedback for my poly sci test. The two were very different from each other. One said, "YOU FAIL. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHA *coughcoughsputter* .....HAHAHAHAH!" and the other one said, "Epic win, Chrissy. Major epic win."

And since I look for career signs everywhere, I took this as, "For the love of all that is good and righteous, Chrissy, do NOT go to law school."

But I never listen to those signs. I'm still considering it

But that's beside the point. I'm just very excited to hear his comments on the screenplay. I realize that the last 50 or so pages were ridiculously bad and had more continuity issues than any time-traveling story you're likely to come across, so I'm both curious and concerned about what he's going to say. Nevertheless, he didn't say that he wanted to give me the written comments. He said he wanted to talk with me about it. This might not be significant in your eyes, but for me, it really means the world.

yay

It might be time for dinner now and maybe some margaritas? yeah? yeah?

I think so

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped!

Still sweeping for the future

2009-09-16T01:59:00.003-04:00

Today, I went to my career advising meeting

To make a long story short, she didn't give me the Lightbulb Answer, as I've taken to calling it, but as we talked, I came up with some things.

At first, it was just depressing. It got to the point that I thought I was going to cry. We were going over interests, in which I shot down the possibility of a job in every aspect because I'm too damn insecure about my writing, acting, ability to teach, and so on and so forth. Then, past job experience - yep, not a lot there. Then where I am in this whole career-finding business. Again, not a ton there.

She then told me that all the options she would have suggested for me, I had already thought of and ruled out on my own.

Well, damn

But, then we talked further. A few things came up:

Bartending
Law school
Library Sciences

So, I can either be a bartender, a lawyer (preferably something that's NOT litigation heavy) or a librarian...or some odd combination of a bartending librarian...or a library lawyer...or a lawyer who bribes the courts with strategically made Long Islands.

The possibilities are so exciting, I'm having difficulty choosing

In the meantime, she made me take a personality test (MMPI [you know, are you an ENFJ or an ISTJ]) and that damn career test I think we took at Lumen some time or another. I didn't actually get the results back. They went straight to my career adviser. That sucks

But for real, I'm glad I went. I'm now leaning a bit towards Library Sciences. Now, I know this isn't law school and some people might be disappointed, but I think I would like doing this. Of course, there are more options open and my adviser will help me think of more once she gets those tests back, so I'm on my way to not feeling so anxious about all this stuff.

Yay!

In other news, I had terrifying dreams last night. Not that I'm going to tell you what they were about. I just want you to know that I had bad dreams. I hope you feel concerned

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped.

I weep for the future

2009-09-10T09:20:00.002-04:00

I have learned my lesson:

Never talk about the future or grad school possibilities after a long day of classes you loathe.

Especially if you're talking to someone you now rarely see or get to talk to.

As per usual, we pretty much ended up talking about our futures (or rather, my future, because it's selfish old me and I can only have conversations about myself, so beware. I'm self-involved) and it just made me really upset. I understand that these are issues that I have to address, and I KNOW that everyone feels hopeless when it comes to decisions about grad school or jobs. But just because everyone is having their eyes stabbed out with a spork doesn't make the fact that you're eyes are getting stabbed out with a spork any less painful.

So I whined and I made excuses and probably drove Bridget absolutely round the bend with my whining and excuses. It was so bad that when I got off the phone I was feeling hopeless about law/grad school AND there was self-loathing going on for taking over that damn conversation with my stupid insecurities, AS I ALWAYS SEEM TO DO.

*sigh*

I'm not going into the conversation here. I lived it once. I'm not going into it again.

But! There is light in this post

I went upstairs, drank a ton of water to push down that damn knot in my throat and talked with Emily for a bit. One thing led to another and now I have an appointment with a career planner person thingy who apparently is God when it comes to helping Arts and Letters kids find a job to shoot for. Here's to hoping that she blesses me with abundant job wisdom and opportunities. Amen

And then I made myself some monkey bread with melted frosting on it.

And then we watched A Very Potter Musical

And then I laughed until I couldn't laugh anymore

And then I went to bed.

Yay

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

I lurv my dragon

2009-09-09T09:37:00.003-04:00

Is it really only Wednesday?

And we had Monday off

This is pathetic

I found an entire CD pack (2 CDs) of German club pop hits in my car. At first I couldn't remember where I had gotten them from, seeing as I don't usually buy CDs on a whim, much less buy German pop hits. I don't speak German. I think it sounds like a funny language, especially when it's sung, so I try to avoid these kinds of things at all costs. But, then I remembered that I didn't buy it - Sabrina lent it to me. And before I could give it back, I did the avoid-her-like-the-plague thing and she did the go-to-basic-training thing and it was never returned. Now I'm stuck with these 42 Schwarz Rot Gold 100% Deutsche Hits.

But

Perhaps I don't give these German folk enough credit. Some of these songs aren't half bad. Don't get me wrong, some are downright frightening, but if one were holding a mock rave, one might put some of these puppies on and let 'em bark...

It's 9:46 in the morning. Give me a fucking break.

Shit. It's 9:46 in the morning. I have to go to class. I guess that's all you're getting for now.

Take it easy. don't die. don't get raped. don't listen to bad German pop

Punch me in the face

2009-09-02T23:21:00.004-04:00

Today sucked a whole bunch of butt; perhaps the legal limit of butt was sucked today - not over the limit.

It wasn't that bad.

Besides the disgusting amount of walking, changing literally half my schedule in a mere 2 hours (and 3 computer labs), making a really hard decision that I didn't want to make, a supreme lack of food, unemployment hanging over my head, walking during the hottest parts of the day with three full binders in my bag, money problems, book expenses, and getting in WAY over my head with this damn class load...

it wasn't that bad.

*rolls eyes*

I really wanted to take the Love and Sex in Antiquity class, but for the sake of my sanity and my parent's bank account, I think I'm going to drop it. My adviser says I don't need it (that is, unless I fail something, but that's not too likely to happen [I hope]) because I have enough credits without that classical studies course. There goes all that wonderful Greek literature back to SBS. Oh well. Now I get to sleep in until 12pm or 1pm if I feel like it. Tuesdays and Thursdays will be good days to work.

We had a good dinner, though, and then got ourselves some wonderful ice cream across the street and proceeded to watch gruesome Animal Planet programs - I Got Bitten and I Shouldn't Be Alive.

*shudder*

So, this one guy got eaten by a bear. Like whoa. The bear bit him in such a spot that his entire skull collapsed and his eye sockets squeezed his eyes completely of the sockets, severing any nerves that held his eyes in his head. He said the only pain he felt as he was going in and out of consciousness was the bear's claws in his left quad and in his shoulders.
The next guy got attacked by a shark. Like whoa. When they saved him from the water, he said that they put him in a tourniquet bag that does just that - acts as a tourniquet to stop bleeding. He thought that they circulate warm water through the bag to keep up your temperature. Animal Planet corrected him; they weren't circulating warm water through the bag - it was all of his blood surrounding him because there were too many wounds bleeding out.
The next guy was bit a ton of times by a rattlesnake. It was so bad that for 4 days straight, it looked like there were worms running around beneath his skin because his muscles were going into seizure-like spasms from the venom. I had little sympathy for this man. He brought home the snake from his backyard for fun and then wasn't watching when the snake got out. I was glad he got bit, though, because my favorite Venomologist, Sean, was his doctor and I love seeing Sean on the TV. He's my TV Doctor Boyfriend. Hi, Sean!

I Shouldn't Be Alive was about two guys who go boating out on the Sea of Cortes and run into a nasty storm, marooning them on the only island on that sea to not have any vegetation, water, shade, and so on and so forth. They survived four days without water or food. The people that finally found them almost left them there because it was hard to believe that anyone would live through that and the poor Mexicans thought these two guys were lying.

Now, 'tis time for me to sleep and forget that I ever watched these shows. Blech

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped. don't get mauled by a bear. don't get eaten by a shark. don't take stray rattlesnakes home with you unless Sean the Venomologist is nearby, which in that case, I'll call 911 and me and him can bond. don't get stranded on an island on the Sea of Cortes

^_^

I'm back!!!

2009-08-29T17:07:00.004-04:00

I have the urge to put a status update at the top of this thing, but that's what I did for London and not what I usually do here.

Suffice to say, I'm doing well

I thought on my first blogpost back, I'd talk about blogging

Not everyone has the same problem as I do, but some do and that problem is admitting to reading someone else's blog.

Now, I have no idea why this would be so hard to admit. You put a link to your blog on facebook or your myspace or what have you and you have to be prepared for people to read it. Not a big deal. Obviously if you put it up for it to be public, a good part of you wants people to be interested in what you have to say and read it. And if you are one of those who clicked on the link and is now reading someone's blog, you should not feel the least bit awkward, right? It's public

But, sometimes I pretend that I don't stalk people nightly via blog. And I'd feel a little more weird about my odd denials if it wasn't for the fact that I KNOW people do it to me, too. There are a few people I KNOW read my blog while I was in London, yet, they insist on being surprised when I tell them that I went to Scotland or whatever else. That's perfectly fine. I do it, too. I just find it completely odd that some of us do this.

For the record, if you're reading this, it's very likely that I read your blog, too. Let that be a fact: I read your blog

Okay. Time to go eat more chips and watch more Dirty Jobs

Take it easy. Don't die. Don't get raped. Bye ^_^

Naps after left4dead are glorious

2009-06-24T14:34:00.005-04:00

So, I realize this is a pointless post, that it's a bit immature, shows my indecisiveness, and has no bearings on your lives whatsoever, but I can't decide which books I should take with me to London. I have six to choose from and I think that might be too many

this is where you come in.

what book should i read first, second, and so on

Here's what I got:

~Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
~My Name is Will: A novel of sex, drugs, and Shakespeare by Jess Winfield
~The Red Tent by Anita Diamant
~The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova
~The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time by Mark Haddon
~Les Liaisons Dangereuses by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos

Please help me

grrrr. argh

2009-06-23T13:19:00.002-04:00

Would someone like to tell me why it is that dentists seem to think it necessary to numb you the fuck up in order to fix a cavity

!!!YET!!!

though you cannot feel your entire face due to the TWO numbing shots that take, literally, a minute each to administer, they always find a way to drill into the one nerve that somehow missed the numbing and proceed to drill in that area for five mintues, regardless of the fact that your eyes are filling up with tears and your butt seems to be walking itself down the chair.

le sigh

I thought this was pretty badass...

2009-06-21T18:36:00.002-04:00

A man asked Cecil ( from her http://www.straightdope.com/ fame) to explain Schroedinger's cat. He questioned in verse. She replied in verse. I thought it was badass so I'm sharing

Dear Cecil:
Cecil, you're my final hope
Of finding out the true Straight Dope
For I have been reading of Schroedinger's cat
But none of my cats are at all like that.
This unusual animal (so it is said)
Is simultaneously live and dead!
What I don't understand is just why he
Can't be one or other, unquestionably.
My future now hangs in between eigenstates.
In one I'm enlightened, the other I ain't.
If you understand, Cecil, then show me the way
And rescue my psyche from quantum decay.
But if this queer thing has perplexed even you,
Then I will and won't see you in Schroedinger's zoo.
— Randy F., Chicago

Cecil replies:
Schroedinger, Erwin! Professor of physics!
Wrote daring equations! Confounded his critics!
(Not bad, eh? Don't worry. This part of the verse
Starts off pretty good, but it gets a lot worse.)
Win saw that the theory that Newton'd invented
By Einstein's discov'ries had been badly dented.\
What now? wailed his colleagues. Said Erwin, "Don't panic,
No grease monkey I, but a quantum mechanic.
Consider electrons. Now, these teeny articles
Are sometimes like waves, and then sometimes like particles.
If that's not confusing, the nuclear dance
Of electrons and suchlike is governed by chance!
No sweat, though--my theory permits us to judge
Where some of 'em is and the rest of 'em was.
"Not everyone bought this. It threatened to wreck
The comforting linkage of cause and effect.
E'en Einstein had doubts, and so Schroedinger tried
To tell him what quantum mechanics implied.
Said Win to Al, "Brother, suppose we've a cat,
And inside a tube we have put that cat at--
Along with a solitaire deck and some Fritos,
A bottle of Night Train, a couple mosquitoes
(Or something else rhyming) and, oh, if you got 'em,
One vial prussic acid, one decaying ottom
Or atom--whatever--but when it emits,
A trigger device blasts the vial into bits
Which snuffs our poor kitty. The odds of this crime
Are 50 to 50 per hour each time.
The cylinder's sealed. The hour's passed away. Is
Our pussy still purring--or pushing up daisies?
Now, you'd say the cat either lives or it don't
But quantum mechanics is stubborn and won't.
Statistically speaking, the cat (goes the joke),
Is half a cat breathing and half a cat croaked.
To some this may seem a ridiculous split,
But quantum mechanics must answer, "Tough shit.
We may not know much, but one thing's fo' sho':
There's things in the cosmos that we cannot know.
Shine light on electrons--you'll cause them to swerve.
The act of observing disturbs the observed--
Which ruins your test. But then if there's no testing
To see if a particle's moving or resting
Why try to conjecture? Pure useless endeavor!
We know probability--certainty, never.
'The effect of this notion? I very much fear
'Twill make doubtful all things that were formerly clear.
Till soon the cat doctors will say in reports,
"We've just flipped a coin and we've learned he's a corpse."
'So saith Herr Erwin. Quoth Albert, "You're nuts.
God doesn't play dice with the universe, putz.
I'll prove it!" he said, and the Lord knows he tried--
In vain--until fin'ly he more or less died.
Win spoke at the funeral: "Listen, dear friends,
Sweet Al was my buddy. I must make amends.
Though he doubted my theory, I'll say of this saint:
Ten-to-one he's in heaven--but five bucks says he ain't."
— Cecil Adams

Books, books, books and some more books

2009-06-15T21:09:00.002-04:00

Again, sorry for the gaps. The life I lead in the summer is not at all interesting...

but the books I read are, so that's what I'm writing about today. Yay.

I actually did my research before I went off to find books to take with me to London. I set after books that were going to captivate my interest like The Shadow of the Wind did five years ago, thus that was the base research book.

Before I go on, I have realized something fully that I kind of knew all along: I am way too picky with what I read. Unlike my relationship with people, I refuse to give a book a second chance and, sometimes, even a first chance. If it doesn't strike my fancy in the first two pages, it's down on the bedside table and isn't touched again but to be put up on the top shelf of the bookcase. I realize this is a gigantic downfall in me, because I miss out on some really good reads, but if I'm not completely dominated by a book from the start, I feel as if it is not worth my time to try to plow through it.
I actually did that with the first Harry Potter book, believe it or not. I read the first few pages...gave it a few chapters and then put it down. Not for me. Someone told me that I had to get to Hogwarts before it got good, and since it was someone I trusted, I plowed through. The outcome was sunny, thankfully, though it did take me until the 4th book to get to the hopelessly addicted stage.

There are very few books that people recommend to me that I will pick up from the bookstore. Now, if you're to shove the book under my nose and command me to read, it's likely that I'll give it the good, 'ol college try.
You will have mighty success if you give me short stories. I adore all sorts of short stories; they are within the page limit that my patience will allow in most cases. And if it's a 30 page story and I get 10 pages in and don't like it, it's only 20 more until the end, so why not finish it? They also have a quality of drawing you in quickly, because they must. Novels get the luxury of having a little more time to bide before they submit their final argument.

And old friend used to shove book after book at me and none of them stuck, because she didn't truly get that, while I appreciated a good love story, the tired stories about down-on-their-luck fishermen's daughters finding love in the unsightly muscled pirates were not the kind of thing I was interested in. The only book she gave me that I enjoyed was Phantom by Susan Kay, and that's mainly because it was glorified Phantom of the Opera fan fiction.

She didn't like the book anyway, so she gave it to me. Go figure.

I would never have had the pleasure of reading anything by Kevin Brockmeir without Sam, as well as a good portion of Steven King's short stories, so I'm thankful for that. House of Leaves is debatable ^_~

I don't know if I'll ever stop having bad dreams about that one.

Okay! So, the books that I bought:

The Angel's Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon (haven't bought yet, but will tomorrow, seeing as it is coming out on the 16th. yay!)
The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova
The Red Tent by Anita Diamant

I have since read The Thirteenth Tale. Reaction still to come.

The Red Tent is a first-person narrative told from the point of view of Dinah, daughter of Jacob and sister to Joseph (you know, the Joseph of the Technicolor Dreamcoat fame ^_^). She is telling the stories of the women of her time that were left out of the bible, because the men could not go into the red tent, which is the tent that the women went to during menstral cycles and for childbirth. It's a book written by a very devout jewish woman who has a taste for feminist literature. Fun fun fun and historical.

The Historian is the book I know the least about. Wikipedia is telling me that the "plot blends the history and folklore of Vlad Ţepeş and his fictional equivalent Count Dracula."
Here's the web address, if you're curious. They could probably tell you more than I could
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Historian

The Angel's Game is Zafon's most recently translated novel and the story exists in the same universe as Julian Carax and Daniel and the whole cast of characters from The Shadow of the Wind. I'm not sure if it includes them, but it exists in their Barcelona, so that's good enough for me. I'm just going to pray that the translator was as good as the one that came before her.

The Thirteenth Tale touches on truth, storytelling, and the ghosts that exist when they are not confronted. The reasons that I enjoyed this book, as well as The Shadow of the Wind, had to do with the plots centering around people's pasts. The pasts of these rich, entitled families were buried deep with the people that had experienced their cruel elements and had died because of them.The Aldayas and the Angelfields do not share the same experiences and maybe not even the same dynamics as a family, but the horrors that the parents commit against their children, consciously or unconsciously, and how that shapes those involved has always interested me.
There's so much more to it than what I'm saying here and I've always had trouble expressing myself, so go on and read it if you're looking for a gothic-esque novel. I read it in about three days, so it's not too hard to get through. It's a good read.

And lastly, given that you know what I read now, do you have any suggestions? I have a good $33 left to spend if I go up to EL again before my trip, so tell me something you think I should read, and I promise this time, I'll pick it up and give it an honest shot.

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped. keep reading

Sad excuse for a blogger

2009-06-07T13:46:00.002-04:00

Wow. It's summer and I can't even write in this thing.

Whatever.

Another few days spent in East Lansing. This was just the week for 21st. There was Katie, Ainsley, Mandy, Tyler. I think that's about it, but that's quite enough; leads to a lot of drinking.So, we spent the evenings in Woody's and in Bdubs, with me taking sips and finishing off people's Buffalo Bowls (which were quite fantastical). I realized that Seven and Sevens really need to be mixed well to taste good at all. I would eventually like to try a Red-headed Slut, just because of the name alone...but then again, come to think of it, there are a lot of bombs and shots I'd like to try just because of the names. I got to try a Mai Tai. wOOt

And, of course, the drunk conversations were real worldbeaters. Friday night/morning came to an end with Sean and Ryan having a conversation of the semantics of arguing about and knowing the usefulness of religion (specifically Catholocism). Wow. I've witnessed conversations where two people talk themselves into all sorts of circles and up the butthole of God, but I have never seen it quite so bad. Things Ryan had disagreed strongly to two minute previous is now the foundation of what was supposed to prove what he was "saying in the first place." And I felt the need to interject when both of them were WAY off in terms of Catholic dogma, but then I realized that it would do more use to tell a bunch of hyenas about the nature of the Trinity than to mention it to the two of them, so I kept my mouth shut and went to sleep.

Saturday night yielded a conversation that I think I'm a little bit tired of having: the reason why I seem to be so quiet when I get drunk. le sigh
All right, now. Perhaps this conversation is had because we have run out of other things to talk about, which is entirely possible. You can only discuss the nature of squirting so many times before that gets old. Perhaps this conversation is had because people know they can get a rise out of me when we talk about it, which seems like the most likely reason. I somehow doubt that it's had because it really interests people, but if it is, please tell me why it is so interesting. I really don't think it's anything to read into.
I talk SO MUCH during the day because when there is silence in a room, I tend to start to feel awkward. However, when I'm drunk, there's a warm fuzziness and a sense of ease, so if there's a lull in the conversation, I don't feel the need to fill it up with questions and stories. Do I have barriers up when I'm drunk? Sure, but I have barriers up when I'm sober, too, and they're pretty much the same barriers - filters, I like to call them - that I "put up" because I don't feel that saying something rude, stupid, insensitive, secretive, or whatever and then blaming it on the alcohol is any way to be a responsible person.
I really don't have that much to reveal anyway, guys. I am pretty much an open book and will discuss anything with you -drunk or sober- as long as you bring it up. I'm not going to plague a party with my childhood experiences if there's no reason to do so, but if you're so damn curious, feel free to ask. I love answering questions, so ask me.
So, you tell me: what is it that you think I'm hiding from you when I'm drunk and quiet? What is it that I'm not doing that I should be doing? Because when you tell me that I do not take advantage of situations presented to me when I'm drunk and if I opened up, I'd experience more, I get real confused as to what you mean. Give me an example, please. When has an "experience" made itself open to me while I was drunk and I didn't take advantage of it? Lord, just tell me what it is you want me to say or do.

Other than that, it was a wonderful trip to East Lansing. I played Left4Dead on the 360 and made it through an entire campaign on normal, which means I learned how to use the 360 controller. Go me! ^_^ And Topher got to dry hump me while he was dancing around, so that was...fun, I guess. I got to listen to five people playing D&D, which was an experience. I am a nerd, but I have not heard nerdspeak quite like this before. It was a lot of fun. Got to see Christine's apartment and that made me super excited because soon, Emily and I shall have one just like it. Yay! All in all, the trip was quite good. I was happy to be there for Katie's 21st.

Okay, now that I've recapped and had a rant, I shall leave everyone for another few weeks while I think of something to say in my next blog post.

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped

summer drivin'

2009-05-22T04:51:00.002-04:00

Driving home at 4am in the morning is either incredibly lonely or strange calming. Tonight, it was both.

Unified Theory by The Cobalt Season was playing as I got on the highway and I found myself missing someone with an intensity I've never felt towards him before. He wasn't there tonight, but hopefully I'll see him in the coming weeks before I ship off to London.

4am in the morning is also the only time that I'm not speeding on the highway. I'm usually weaving here and there around cars, going 80 or 85, but there's something about the dark and the late hour that keeps me at about 60. It's not fear or paranoia; night just lacks that urgent feeling for me and lets me take my time.

This is the first time I'll see 5 in the morning since leaving MSU. Go me

Oh, yes. And Sean's was very fun. I got to have dinner with Katie and Emily at Mongolian BBQ (good eatin' right there). And then just hung around the entirety of campus and Apple Tree apartments. Went on a lot of walks. Met a really interesting guy who asked me and Amanda to help him try to find what house he had originally come from. I thought he was creating this elaborate set-up to rape us. I was more concerned about Amanda, because he seemed far more interested in her than he was in me. But, turns out he wasn't lying - he really had no idea where he was going, but we found the house. But that really is a story for another night.
One good thing, though, was that he smelled really really good.

Can't blame me. It's in my nature.

^_^

Take it easy, guys. Don't get raped. Don't die

Oh, HELL yes!

2009-05-18T23:07:00.001-04:00

Am I dialing?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I certainly am.

To Wong Foo, Thanks for everything - love, Judy Newmar

2009-05-18T15:21:00.003-04:00

Yesterday wasn't too interesting of a day
I made it through my first left4dead campaign.
That damn truck always leaves without me, but not this time.
Yay.
My mama bought be doughnuts after church
We watched Nights in Rodanthe (still as ridiculously corny as ever - still think I could have written the screenplay better - still liked it a lot - still think Richard Gere is the next best thing since sliced bread)
Ate a ton of chinese food. I miss Rice Kitchen, though
Went on a walk with Bridget and talked about a lot. We know everything about everything. Relationships, politics, religion, psychology, the sky is the limit because we know it all!...
Her car wouldn't start. Wouldn't even turn over.
We ate Frosties to mourn the loss of Bridget's car and her mama kissed me goodnight
Drove home to sad Sarah McLachlan music
A song reminded me of someone and it made my heart hurt
Looked at my senior yearbook. Strangely, it made me feel better

Today, I got up in time to catch To Wong Foo on TV. I remember my mother showing me this movie right after I had seen Dirty Dancing for the first time. I'm not quite sure why she did it, but my guess is that she thought no 12 year old should be mooning over Patrick Swayze in such a way.
If you're not familiar with To Wong Foo, it has Wesley Snipes and Patrick Swayze playing very convincing drag queens for the entire movie. You see a naked Patrick in the first few seconds of the movie and the loins are stirred, but the minute he sits down at his vanity, you can tell something's up. Just the way he sits and looks at himself in the mirror...it piqued my interest. I wasn't quite prepared for what I saw.
To make a long story short, I loved the movie to pieces and I don't think it did what my mother had originally wanted it to do. Any man that can do that with his leg and hips earns the world's respect, and my love.

Take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die

To killith a zombie is but the sweetest pleasure...

2009-05-15T20:30:00.002-04:00

So, my mom was kind enough to shell out money so I could play Left 4 Dead on the computer.

The same kind of panning, walking/running, and shooting all at once is still in effect here, but it's a keyboard and mouse instead of dual controls, so I'm having an easier time adjusting. Perhaps this will help me and my brain adjust to dual controls so when I actually get to play with Sam and Stauff (though not Ben - he'd make fun of me...and probably shoot me in the head) I won't look as bad as I did before

Quite good graphics. I'm not having too many problems with the program lagging - just here and there. Once I got the stupid drivers installed, it was all systems go.

I almost made it through my first campaign, but just as I was getting on the damn truck, a tank incapacitated me and they left. Oh well. I'll have more time this summer to do stuff.

Ate my way through an entire pack of oreos and peanut butter in less than 4 days. Good job, Chrissy. le sigh

THANKS to everyone who texted, called, or IMed me last night. I was restless before, but everyone kept me up and talking until about 3am, so I was able to rest very well last night and slept in until about 11. yay!

This whole summer thing really gets to me. You know, you're going going going with finals and general college business and then...nothing. Everyone goes home - or at least you go home - and you have one friend there, but otherwise, you are left to your own devices. Don't get me wrong, a few days of kicking back, eating food, and watching movies on your own is cool. A queen-sized bed and all the room to lie around is wonderful, but after five days of the same thing...man, it really grates on me.
I hate going to sleep alone. I think ever since I went to college, I've just been so used to keeping people up at night. And if I didn't want to sleep, it was likely that someone somewhere was doing something, even if it was just Left 4 Dead in Stauff's room or taking a walk with Sam or watching Buffy/Angel with Katie and Rachel. Everything in Jackson closes at 8, for goodness sake. I'm in bed by 11 because I'm so damn bored and there's no one to talk to.

Too much on my mind with no one to talk to except Derek Fluff, the light-up bunny, and Giles, the wise, but otherwise unreal, teddy bear. Not good for my sanity. So, again, thank you to everyone who contacted me in my time of need. It'll tide me over for another few days until Katie moves back to EL and I can go bother her.

I need a hobby

I feel like I should get my old job back at the movie theatre, but I had planned on relaxing before London. I dunno, though. Money and a reason to get out of the house doesn't sound like a bad idea right about now. And then I can see Ian and Brendan more, which would be fantastical. Then again, once everyone else for MSU start getting as restless as me, they'll have more people over and there'll be more to do. I'll wait it out for another week and see.

In other news and TMI, ovaries aren't doin' too hot. I might go see a doctor before I go over to London. Wouldn't want something bad to happen, so a doctor visit would be useful here in the USA, just in case.

It's been raining all day. I find I like it more when I'm up at college and can enjoy the showers with a window open. Here it just keep me from going for a walk. grrrr

Okay, time to play some solitaire and explore more musics from Sam.

Take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die. Be ready for the zombies...who happen to be right outside your window...

^_^

annoyance to follow

2009-05-14T21:04:00.004-04:00

~~BONES SPOILERS~~
(not that a ton of y'all watch it, but just in case)

What the hell happened here, people? You literally had my heart breaking last week. I thought I was going to jizz myself at 7:59 tonight, waiting for that last minute to count down.

Now, let's get real- I never actually thought that Booth and Brennan were going to end up in bed together for real. Even the writers aren't that stupid, I just kind of feel insulted that they thought we would buy it.
Not that I didn't come up with every scenerio possible that would lead them to that outcome. My favorite being Brennan, completely out of character and hopelessly romantic, is there by Booth's side as he comes out of surgery and the sheer excess of emotion causes her to realize that, yes she wants to have a baby, but not just by him, but with him. He recovers while she cooks for him at his apartment. Wine, linguini, dorky flirting leads to the bedroom.

Yes. I know. Excuse the hopeless romantic. You may puke over there in my trash can.

But, the writers did what I knew they would do. Hello, drug-induced dream. So wonderful how easily that works out, huh?

This would have worked a season ago. But you cannot build up an audience's emotional attachment to a relationship and then give us this. Booth is madly in love, wants to marry Brennan, have a baby with her, blah blah blah. We get it. Now either shit or get off the pot! Or, keep building. Don't expect to satisfy with this dream-state episode, especially for a season finale.
I'm sorry if I wanted a teary Brennan. I'm sorry if I wanted Sweets to be their psychologist. I'm sorry if I wanted to see Angela and Hodgey continue to spark like they have been. I'm sorry if I wanted dinners at Booth's and pie at the diner and relationships continuing to deepen and create more problems to be solved and more drama to deal with. I'm sorry if I expected more of the writers in this episode.

And while it was fun, seeing what roles Booth's subconscious filtered the ENTIRE gang into, it was all just a tired way to get Booth and Brennan married, expecting, and into bed. Clever with the bar thing, guys. The Lab? Nice. Oh, and lo and behold, we'll have Motley Crue play as a visiting band at this bar, taking up an entire 4 minutes that could have been spent with the ACTUAL Booth and Brennan.

If we were going to drudge our way through this "creative" season finale and make excuses for Booth and Brennan to be together, we needed to see a little bit more SEX!!! Damn, it was just the beginning of the episode and a few kisses in between. Dude, if you're going to make me sit through this sad excuse for a up-until-now-fantastic season finale, you gotta have Bones up against a wall or something. SLIP HER A LITTLE TONGUE! Lord, what do I have to do to make y'all screw?

le sigh

And THEN, we get to spend two minutes with the actual Booth and Brennan and whadda know? Coming out of surgery, in a coma for four days, how is Booth doing? Healthy enough, but he's got amnesia.

Original, guys.

so proud.

ugh!

eggs, sunny-side up

2009-05-13T11:25:00.002-04:00

10:00am: Damn, I'm hungry!

10:11am: Still really hungry. I don't think this feeling is going to go away on its own.

10:13am: Honeynut Cheerios for the 4th day in a row? I don't think so. Search for the Bisquick

10:16am: No Bisquick. Aaaaaall righty, then. Cheerios it is.

10:17am: No. You know what? You are a 20 year old female. There are women having babies now for Christ's sake. You can make an egg, dammit. Yes, you are going to make yourself an egg. What the hell, why don't you make it two eggs. Dream big, Chrissy. Dream big.

10:20am: Google the shit out of this fucker.

10:24am: Adequately googled and researched. I've got this.

10:26am: What the hell is "medium heat"?! Who do they think I am, Betty Crocker? You're talking to Miss I-Have-Problems-Boiling-Water! You're going to have to give me a little more than!

10:28am: I'm just going to leave it on 6. That looks like a good number for cooking things. I'll just let it heat up. In the meantime, TOAST! Yay toast!

10:31am: They said use butter...hmm, don't usually do that, but it said so on google so...butter it is! Throw it on in there and watch it sizzle. Ooo. Lookit sizzle *claps hands together*

10:32am: Egg-cracking time. I'm good at this!

10:33am: Fuck fuck fuck. There are shells in the pan. Fuck fuck fuck

10:34am: Okay, crisis averted. Eggs cracked. Toast done and cooling next to the butter tub. I shall have eggs, sunny-side up in no time!

*the stupidity of Chrissy begins its magic*

10:43am: How can the yolks be cooked all the way through and still be cold?

10:44am: So hungry! I'll eat the toast. I can always make more

10:45am: Fuck. Fuck my life. Fuck your life. Fuck all of this. Throw these away, throw my entire self-esteem away and let the ants eat it all. *sobs*

10:47am: I am soooo hungry! Okay, back to square one. Google.

10:49am: I think I've got it this time.

10:51am: Fuck the butter. I am Paming the shit out of this pan.

10:52am: One egg at a time, Chrissy. One egg at a time.

10:53am: Go make my sorry ass some more toast.

10:56am: Okay. The white are solid-ish and the yolk looks cooked, yet still runny. Okay. I think this one is done.

10:57am: Crack the other one on in there. Shells? Shells? No shells. *pat self on back* So far so good.

10:59am: Aw, hell. I think my stomach is eating itself. Who the fuck cares? *eats first egg while second is cooking*

11:00am: Nom nom nom *eggs sizzle* Shut the hell up! Nom nom nom

11:01am: Second one done...I think. Well, if not, Salmanella, meet my intestines!

11:03am: Nom nom nom

11:04am: Those were pretty damn good, I must say. Maybe I should make cooking a career.

No?

You don't think so?

Well, fuck off!

what?

Oh. Yes, yes. Take it easy. Don't die while you're getting raped and all that jazz, yadda yadda, leave me alone

Air Bud is the shiz

2009-05-12T11:26:00.004-04:00

Everyone has an OCD streak in them. There are some things that people are particular about.

I only feel like I have severe OCD when I'm eating M&Ms or Skittles.

I can never pick a candy out randomly. With M&Ms, they're in pairs - they have to be. If there are some that don't match up, I eat them in a group before I touch the other ones. An then I eat the pairs. With Skittles, I have to make groups of each color so I taste the full rainbow in eat bite. It's ridiculous and stupid, but I get really anxious when I don't.

I tell you this because, at this moment, I am quite anxious. I bought a huge bag of peanut butter M&Ms for a movie yesterday and ate them randomly. I realized this this morning, as I was munching on the rest of them.

It had to have been the peanut butter that threw me off.

le sigh

I watched Marley & Me yesterday. Everytime I turn it on, I think that I'm over the ending. I'm not one to cry at movies or television shows or books. Some will get me, but those are so few and far between, it's hardly worth mentioning. But Marley & Me...I don't know what it is. Old Yeller never got me. Where the Red Fern Grows - dry eyes. Marley & Me, I bawl my eyes out. It's very cathartic, but certainly not something I'm used to. I love the movie very dearly, though, so I'll have to go buy it when I find myself some money to actually spend.

Can I just tell you how odd it is to sleep alone. I spend a good portion of the year having someone sleeping in a bed above me and I keep her awake talking until all hours of the night. And especially the last week when more than just Emily was sleeping over sometimes. I miss people being there when I go to bed.

Don't get me wrong. I mean, it's easier to *ahem* order pizza, get things done, enjoy my own Trisketts and so on and so forth, but...

I really have reached new levels of awkward. I'd backspace, but I know it'll make someone laugh, so I'm keeping it

^_^

On a closing note, I have realized that I do that way too much; I'll think of something to say, KNOW it is waaaaaaay too awkward or TMI, but...I'll say it anyway, because it'll make somebody laugh. That's what I'm shooting for. And it always does, and the looks I get are so odd.

Those are the things that make me laugh. It's a symbiotic relationship of sorts that I feel works quite well.

Okay now. I will most likely write later, if anything interesting happens. You know, if I can actually get off of my duff, scape the chip residue out of my fat rolls, and meet the real world. Doubtful.

Take it easy, everybody. Don't get raped. Don't die. Don't get voted off Dancing With the Stars like Derek and Kim!!!!!

.....

*mumbles* sorry

Virtue is its own punishment

2009-05-11T09:52:00.002-04:00

Eeek! Haven't written in this thing for a while.

When I'm at school, I have too many people to talk to, so this blogging thing seems a moot point.

But I am home now, so I'll have more things to say. Can't promise they'll be interesting, but I'll try my best.

Upon spending a day this weekend with my dad's closest friends (more like his "family") and a day with my mother's side of the family, I've decided that I officially want to be a Luckett, and no one else.

Dad's "family"
Saturday was my godfather's daughter's graduation from law school. They had an open house for her. All of my father's friends from college and all of Al's (godfather) family was there.

Now, I knew what I was walking into before I got there and I hate this kind of thing. See, all of the people in that room are either 1) doctors 2) lawyers 3) nurses 4)government personnel and ALL of them are U of M graduates. So, here I come, a Michigan State girl - bleeding green - who majors in creative writing and will be spending her summer filming a movie in London. I have an asymmetrical haircut. I am avant garde to them and that's not good.

I told my mother before hand to NOT say anything about filming in London. I told her it would suffice to say that I was studying abroad in London on an English-oriented program. I was hoping they would assume I was studying ancient tomes of Homer or something like that - someting academic. But, no. The minute we walk into that house and someone asks a question, my mother decides it would be prudent to tell everyone that I'm majoring in film and I'll be spending an entire summer filming numerous films that will be entered into competitions.

*headdesk*

So, not only did she do what I told her not to, but she went above and beyond. She KNOWS I'm not a film major, but she wanted to make me look bigger and better than I actually am. Didn't work so much. I weathered questions about my future for the rest of the night from everyone. People I thought didn't know me were coming up and asking, "I thought your father told Al that you were planning to go into law school. What happened to that idea?" "Oh, film, huh? Very...interesting. What are you going to do after college? I hear the government is really hurting for people. Maybe you should apply to a government position."

I understand why my mother did what she did. She feels just as intimidated by these people as I do, but it just made it worse. You cannot make your MSU creative writing daughter look as academic as Al's Harvard undergrad, U of M law school, working as a litigation lawyer in the top firm in Chicago daughter. I'm badass, but I'm not her. Sorry.

Mom's family
These people love tractor pulls - they participate in them. When they do open houses, its not expensive italian lettuce or some shit, it's hotdogs, hamburgers, BBQ, and good 'ol potatoe salad. We talk about camping mishaps and riding cross-country on the back of a trailer. They work with people who own ranches, so the little kids get to ride on ponies at their own house during a birthday party.

They may not be the most hichish people in the world, but they were all raised by family who appreciate a good BBQ and a cigarette, and that makes them heaven to me.

I never once got the future question from them. They asked what I had been up to lately and then asked how many parties I had been to and I got scolded for having not gotten drunk more often. In any other situation, my mother would have rolled her eyes, but she was urging them on. Truth be told, I appreciate my mother more when she's with them. She's more herself, I feel.

Funny story from Battle Creek: My cousin got arrested. His baby's-mama-girlfriend of sorts got into a "tad bit of a scuffle" (that's how he described it) at a bar with a couple of girls. Chick fight at bar, right? Already quite hilarious. She calls my cousin, bleeding, because someone hit her in the head with a baseball bat, and tells him to come down to the bar and do something about it. So my cousin, in all of his infinite wisdom, got up out of his chair and left the house and, as he said, "forgot that my pistol was holstered to my hip."

O_o

First of all, you've got two little kids, so if your story holds up, your gun was on your hip when you were in the house. WHY in God's name are you carrying around a loaded gun in a house with two kids? Did you need it? But, if he lied and put the pistol there before he went out, again WHY? What are you gonna do with it, buddy? Wave it around a bit to frighten away the chicks from your girlfriend? That seems wise.

Anywho, he walks down the street to the fight. It's already been broken up by the cops and they're arresting ladies and charging them with assault with a weapon. My cousin has a pistol on his hip in the middle of a bar fight broken up by enough cops to fill four cop cars. You can guess what happened.

"Sir! Freeze and hold up your hands. You have got a gun on you!"

Again, my cousin's ultimate wisdom advised him to take his own gun off of himself. So, he reaches for the gun to get rid of it, and the cops freak out. They pull their guns on him and start screaming. My cousin has no choice but to get on the ground. They quite literally tackle him, get his pistol, cuff him, charge him with felonious assault, put him in the car, and take him downtown

*snicker*

Too cool. Wasn't even in the fight and he gets charged. Even more funny, though, is that his lovely girlfriend, who was fighting in the cat fight was not charged with a damn thing, because she did not use a weapon - just her hands. So, she gets off scott free. Good job, honey.

This post is way long, so I'll close it off here.

Everyone take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die. ^_^

nuvole bianche

2009-04-23T18:46:00.005-04:00

Playing the piano is the toughest, most rewarding, most frustrating, most cathartic thing there is out there for me. I cannot explain the exhaustion that I experience after sitting downstairs for three hours, working out a piece.

But when I finally get it - when all the notes and dynamics come together - there is such a sense of pride and accomplishment.

As of now, I am stuck in the "working-it-out" phase of playing a song - one that is quite a bit higher difficulty than I'm used to. It would be super useful if I could actually read bass clef, but I'm going to take a beginners piano class with Rachel next spring. Hopefully all will go well with that. I'm afraid it'll just be a class about posture and all that jazz, which can't hurt. Learning chord progression would be useful. Abby's got that down amazingly. She's amazing.

I love Abby a lot.

My 100 page screenplay is due in a week and half. Eeek! Hopefully all the "wonderful" pages I wrote before can cover up for the rushed, terribly horrifying end. Jeff said that, so far, I can do no wrong. Oh, how wrong he is. Oh, how so very very wrong.
It'll be okay. It's just the end of world, pun completely intended.

In other news, I have been a ridiculously good mood all week long

You could tell, couldn't you?

Abby's piano playing is so beautiful

2009-04-20T04:21:00.001-04:00

Holy shit. Oppenheimer is over.

Lemme go all out here. It's a blog. I'm allowed.

This morning, I was discussing the play with a few people - rehearsals, headaches, tech week, opening night, Friday night, the whole kit 'n kaboodle - and I came to the conclusion that I was mighty confused (yes, I believe confusion is a legit conclusion) about how I got to feeling the way that I did.

Believe it or not, I know I'm decent at acting. I mean, I've always felt that it was something that came a little easier to me than other things did. For some reason that escapes me, though, I think I had decided a long time ago that I was going to disappoint some people with my performance and that my goal had to be to keep that number as low as possible.

But it occurred to me this morning that I wasn't going to disappoint anyone...or if I have, I'm not quite sure that that's really my fault. At this point, it would be completely beyond my power to impress the people that don't want to be impressed.

Both Friday and Saturday shows were enough to convince me that we hadn't given up, and I hope that they were enough to convince others, too.

Regardless, Saturday's applause - for me and for all of us - was enough to put a lump in my throat.

It was enough for me.

We pulled it off

In other news, I am in the process of finishing my stupid research paper. It was lovely to see my professor at the cast party, you know? She was just such a wonderful reminder of all the homework and researching that I had yet to do. Oh well. Monday will come and go and all will be well, regardless of how bad the paper goes. Time does not stop just because I have a paper to do. Tonight will be an all-nighter, but I'll sleep on Tuesday or something.

Still missing you, kiddo, but in a very different way than earlier this week. Thought it would go away, but it's not. Not too painful, though, so that's a relief.

Okay now. It is 3 in the morning and I am only on page 3, so I have five more pages to go at least.

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped. i love you very much

^_^

2009-04-17T17:18:00.000-04:00

i loveth the summer breeze...

such wonderful smells of men and their essence, drifting on the wind and into my waiting nostrils.

i loveth the summer breeze.

Still swear it's a beautiful life

2009-04-16T10:47:00.002-04:00

Cried this morning - just kind of fell apart. It was therapeutic and I'd rather not do it again, but I'm not sure how much control I have over that.

It was one of those time where you're crying and crying and you have absolutely no idea why. You can chalk it up to stress (which it probably is) and a lack of sleep (which it probably is) and the feeling of impending doom that comes with term papers and exams (which it probably is).

Regardless, that isn't what spontaneously comes out of your mouth when you're curled up on the floor. It's something I've said before when I've experienced a stress-related tear session, and at the end of it all, I usually try to come to the conclusion that what I said was just a way of putting a name to a face, so-to-speak. You know? A good, solid reason why. So, maybe it's just supposed to be that I need a physical reason because I feel stupid for being so emotional...but, still.

So, I'm sorry I'm blaming this on you, buddy.

I miss you so much. I'm pretty positive that you'll never really know just how much, but I do. And I'm sure you know, from your own experience, that some days are better than others. Hell, just a week ago, I thought of emailing an old friend because I missed her and I missed the fact that she was one of the few that could walk in a room and instantly make me laugh. I forget how betrayed I felt with her and how one-sided our friendship often was and how bad of friends we were to each other, but I needed her then. And I need you now.

It is a ridiculously selfish emotion and I have a tendency to overindulge in the pleasurable pain of it. I'm so good at dragging things out and out, beating them with a stick until I'm sure they're dead and gone. I am a world-class wallower. But despite that, it doesn't erase the fact that this thing - whatever the hell it is to you doesn't really matter - has some pretty deep roots.

I'd go on and on, telling you the ways that I see you and need you and so on, but that would be an entirely insincere, corny, stupid piece of work. I'm of the belief that there are just some things about a person that you can't put a name to and if you tried, it would somehow ruin that spark. So, I miss you, kiddo.

And we'll just have to leave it at that.

There's constant hope, and a logical knowing, that everything will turn out.

This, too, shall pass, as does all things.

Everyone take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die.

remember that you're loved, right where you are, in this moment.

Half this game is 90% mental

2009-04-15T13:43:00.002-04:00

Coming up on dress rehearsal tonight - the last one before the show

*sigh*

Picked out my classes yesterday - still need to sign up at 2:00, but it's looking like I'll get what I want. I don't know if I want to try 16 credits per semester, or if I need to, but it's nice to know that if I wanted to drop something, I could.

I'll be graduating this time next year. This terrifies me more than I could ever express in words. I don't know what I'm going to do.

I still have screenwriting pages to finish. Only five of them are due tomorrow, but I have to decide where I'm taking this stupid script. There's no end in sight as of now, and I refuse to make this a 120 pager. I also need to research for my damn paper tomorrow.

I feel as if my abdomen is trying its best to make me as uncomfortable as possible. Hey, organs! You don't need to eat your way out of my body. I know you're there, so for the love of all that is good in this world, shut the fuck up!

It really is one of those day where everything is underneath

Please, don't die. Don't get raped. I'm so apathetic right now that if you did, I'm not sure I could manage the energy to properly freak out for you.

so, take it easy, will ya?

And he loved me so naughty - made me weak at the knees

2009-04-07T12:22:00.001-04:00

I don't know who to blame for this, but someone is to blame.

I know They are.

Why is it that Fate, the Cosmos, The-Way-Things-Be is such a bitch when it comes to dreams? You know? You're there, tossing and turning and doing everything short of crapping your pants and nothing wakes you up. No alarm. No roommate. You are alone in the terror that is a real nightmare. BUT (!!!!!) when it is all that you can do to keep yourself from jizzing everywhere from the sheer ecstasy of a wonderful dream, something always goes off. Cell phone, your damn mother's nagging voice, an early-rising roommate; hell, maybe you get a leg cramp, but regardless, you can never quite finish what you started.

All the build-up and no release.

Oh, how those words haunt me.

I mean, and sometimes it's just a matter of being curious. "Why, no. I've never role-played Cops and Robbers with [insert ridiculously attractive person] where I'm the bad, oh-so-bad robber stealing kittens or what have you and he/she is the rough and tough cop with a pair of leather handcuffs and a fuzzy beating stick...buuuuuut now that you mention it, sounds fun. Wonder where this could go?"

Yeah, well. You don't get to know where this is gonna go, do you?

No.

Your alarm clock sees fit to wake you up right before you're told to turn around and spread 'em.

But, if you're dreaming about the person you love the most, dying before your eyes and he can't recognize you...lies in a coffin and he grinds his face against the splintered wood, puss and blood everywhere, because he no longer has the capacity to understand or feel that you're holding his hand as tightly as you can. And all you can do is pray that it'll end for him soon, but as long as you're looking at him, it doesn't end. Grotesque. *sigh* It's then that you don't wake up. Simple as that. You may try to make a bargain with whatever deity is up there running this show, but He ain't listenin'. You're on your own in this one.

Such is life.

In other news:
-Screenplay is going well - Lucifer is wonderous - and Jeff seems to like it a lot. Last note I got on it was, "You are weaving such a wicked, scary narrative." Thanks, Jeff ^_^
-Piano is going slow. I'm trying to branch out and challenge myself and it sucks - not too good at the pushing myself thing. I know a few songs, but I still feel like a pretender. Perhaps a beginner's piano class would be helpful...you know, learn chord progression and all that jazz. Learn to read lead sheets. That would be helpful.
-I want a new pair of shoes. I'm tired of all my other ones
-My hands are very cold
-I want Johnny Depp's shoes, dammit! They have some at Fluvog, but $255 is way too much to spend.
-London is making me nervous. I need to come up with a screenplay. Fuck
-I really want new shoes. *le sigh*

That is all for now

Take it easy, everyone. Don't get raped. Don't die

Oh, sweet pity. Where would my love life be without it?

2009-04-06T10:45:00.000-04:00

I don't know about you, but all the songs in my iTunes have a particular season with which I associate them. Explosions in the Sky will always be a band for gloriously breezy nights after scorching summer days; bottle of wine, star-gazing, feeling lazy. New Slang by the Shins is a driving-down-the-country-roads-towards-Clark-Lake summer song. Hoppipolla is a fall song.

I am going somewhere with this.

The iPod accompanied me to class today, as it always does. On random shuffle - of 500 songs - it decides to pick Heavy by Holly Brook. I have not heard this song in a while, and of all the days to play it, this just had to be the day.
You see, I assoicate this song with Christmas break. I listened to it ad nauseum during break. It is a winter song. It is a December song.

It is April.

It is snowing today.

I truly feel as if Christmas is just a hop, skip and a jump away.

I told you that to tell you this:

It's going to be a very disorienting day today.

Everybody take it easy. Don't get raped. Don't die

To thee, Pandora, you cruel bitch

2009-04-05T16:25:00.000-04:00

Am I copying the blog movement?

You bet I am.

I've tried to keep a livejournal and a xanga in the past. Fail. Perhaps this will be more successful. I doubt it, but it's always worth a try.

Procrastination. I'll always look at the clock and think, "Hey, it's one in the afternoon. I usually go to bed at one in the morning. Technically, I have twelve hours to completely this annotated bibliography. I have time. I'll just play some solitaire."
Yes. Well, some turns into a shit ton and the time that I thought I had? Not so much anymore.
I guess I shouldn't worry too much about it. Strictly speaking, though this semester has consisted of repeatedly hitting myself in the head with a two ton lemon wedge, my grades aren't half bad. Pulling a 3.5 in most of them, so screw it. Pressure needs to set in, anyway. Can't do nothin' right without da pressure.

Such is life.

Oppenheimer. Shit. Less than two weeks out and I still have NO idea what I'm doing. I'll just be phenominally relieved if I can pull this off without too many disappointed people.
Just have to have fun with it, and everything should turn out all right. Yes?
Curses upon you, Carson Kreitzer. And you, too, Pandora - you and your Hope can kiss Lilith's feministic, tattooed ass. Thanks ever so much!

yay yay yay Dinner yay yay yay

take it easy, everybody. don't get raped. don't die