Obviously it's summer now, and things are actually sort of happening. After my last entry I got all A's except for one B (but the B was in graduate-level critical theory, so I think I can let that one go). The scholarship is saved!
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rain_dances and I are going to live in a four-person apartment-like situation on campus (and they're just going to have to deal with the insanity when the SGA season starts, because we cannot quell the madness). I'm still scared to death about what I'm supposed to do after college, but now at least I'm on the road to having a not-embarrassing GPA.I'm in the lovely hamlet of Lake George, NY for the summer, a campy tourist haven from July to September and a ghost town the rest of the year. I used to work at a gift shop/ drugstore but recently quit because my boss was a psychopathic dragon lady whore. Better than being fired. I'm moving up in the world. I still have my other job, wherein I put a bunch of parking tickets into a computer and sort and file them and count the checks for payments and stuff. Also, I get to read the angry, pleading, bitchy or just generally stupid notes people include to try and get their tickets excused, or just to be mean. It's actually kind of fun.
Got down to the city a couple weeks ago and saw Romeo and Juliet in the park. It pretty much ruled, which is good because I was in line a total of eight hours to get that ticket. I had to order my dinner from the line so I wouldn't lose my place. Also got to see Les Miserables on Broadway, which was much easier. That same day I got accosted by Scientologists who tried to convince me that dianetics would solve all my problems. At first I was having fun with them but then it just got sort of sad.
I have been keeping up with my crappy creative endeavers. I wrote this sonnet during my shift at the gift shop on receipt paper; I think it embodies the reason I didn't hesitate to quit:
Monotony can take the place of pain
As numbness trumps all torment, any sadness;
The fairest day without a drop of rain
Stretched out over a year, can foster madness
A play, a poem, a mile's easy stroll
Are all made pleasant by their brevity
But anything can take an awful toll
When drawn out to extreme longevity.
The gray obscurity of bitter sameness
Allows no ray of light to pierce it through,
Engendering a dull cerebral lameness
Until the brain can think of nothing new.
In short, a thousand things I would prefer
To working at the Rexall register.
So now I've got all my nights free --score!-- and I can go to the Harry Potter midnight show because my new friend
zarhooie has a car and is also a nerd! Also I made a delicious fish last night and have lost 20 pounds. Things are pretty okay.- Location:Lake George
- Mood:
nerdy - Music:my sister talking in my ear
Second of all: instead of taking notes in ENG 502 today, I started scribbling and ended up writing a sonnet to my non-existent boyfriend. So... happy late Valentine's Day, livejournal friends!
*clears throat*
If Shakespeare wrote a Valentine's Day letter
It would be well-expressed in fourteen lines
Each line with five iambic feet; a better
Display of love than modern Valentines.
Some meaning may be sacrificed to rhythm,
A name tweaked just enough for it to rhyme;
But love notes - if you ask the girls who get them-
Should take the form of sonnets every time.
To show his love a lover must be willing
To take his words and bend them to his will.
No show of domination is more thrilling
Than demonstration of poetic skill.
A rose is red, a violet is blue;
Poets are really hot, and so are you.
THE END!
xoxoxoxoxo, everyone. I hope you had a fantastic day
<3<3<3 (how do you do those little heart things?)
- Location:dorm
- Mood:
drunk
It's been cold and damp all week. Today it's over sixty, full-on sunny, clear blue sky--
(Aw, Liz: "Picture clear blue skise... Concentrate on your breathing..." "Clear blue sky, I'm so there..." *hugs John and Rodney* Sorry about the obscure reference, other people)
--and the birds are chirping and all that and I'm fucking stuck in the basement of the library until seven when the sun will be down and it will be freezing again, and I garun-fucking-tee that tomorrow, the weather will go back to sucking, because this exact same thing happened last weekend and I'm pissed.
Seriously, Nature? SERIOUSLY? Right here, buddy.
*flips Nature off*
- Location:Basement of Lost Souls
- Mood:
UUGh
"Ultraviolet glow lights up spider sex rituals"
Wow. I don't think I laughed loud enough to wake my roommate up but I might have snorted and banged my head on my desk, and also probably flailed a little.
My computer is behaving oddly. More oddly than usual. I hope it isn't nearing that time when I must release it to the big Warehouse in the Sky. I'm not ready for this relationship to end yet. We've had our problems, but I can change.
I spent a good ten minutes last night tearing everything out of my old journals that I found embarrassing. So, every page. It's actually haunted me for a while now, thinking that if I were to die tragically, the records of my writing phase would be lying around for anyone to find. Anyone. People I respect and whose respect for me I covet. People who, were they to read these pages, would wonder why they bothered to attend my funeral and would then proceed to exhume my corpse and burn it to make sure I'm really, truly dead and will never write anything ever again. I've placed these pages in my trash bin and will as a result be taking the trash out first thing tomorrow. If I had a paper shredder there would have been further precautions.
There were poems. About feelings. And important issues like the futility of war.
*bashes own head repeatedly with blunt object*
Also, there were songs. I still remember the tunes and chords that were supposed to go with most of them.
Oh God.
- Location:dorm
- Mood:
shocked - Music:"Jumpin' Jack Flash"
At this particular time you are feeling the results of extreme stress and you are seeking a 'way out' but you are pushing too hard. Obviously you need peace, tranquillity and contentment. Your temperament is such that you are hoping, unrealistically perhaps, that your desires will shortly be fulfilled (even if at this time you are not quite sure what those true aspirations may be!).
You are a leader and possibly at this tine in a position of authority, but you are experiencing problems. You are not quite sure how to handle the present situation.
Recent disappointment has led you to become truly introverted. You are becoming suspicious of everybody and consequently you now feel that you are unable to trust anybody. Unfortunately it would appear that you are curbing your natural enthusiasm and imaginative nature - perhaps this is because you are fearful that you may become over enthused and find that you could possibly be carried away by wishful thinking. You are keeping your distance to see whether attitudes towards you are sincere - but this watchfulness could easily develop into suspicion and distrust.
(from http://www.paulgoldin.com/colorgenics.htm)
Except for the "you are a leader" bit, this is really, really creepy considering I just clicked on color cubes in a random order. I think this Paul Goldin character may have a spy network and a sinister plan.
- Location:Tucson den
- Mood:
scared
ME: blah blah blah something about how Liz and I can prove that Wilson is gay (what can I say, she just has really hilarious reactions when I talk about ambiguously gay television characters).
MOM: "...Is Liz gay?"
ME: *nearly walks into a cactus* "...no."
MOM: "So are you gay?"
ME: "What? What?" *trips over a root*
MOM: "I'm just saying, maybe your problem with guys is because..."
ME: "Oh, I knew it. I so knew it."
MOM: "And I've noticed you don't care as much about your appearance anymore, it's as if you're going out of your way to look unattractive."
ME: "Ok, so I totally called this, I totally have been telling people for years that you think I'm a lesbian."
MOM: "Well, I kind of did."
ME: "And Dad too, I bet. Dad especially.
MOM: "Yeah, he really thinks you're gay. Not necessarily with Liz though."
ME: *laughs*
*pauses* "...ok, what?! Wait a minute... not necessarily?"
MOM: "Well, you've had a bad experience and maybe it seems like all guys are like that..."
ME: "Mother, I am not default-gay for my roommate!!"
Man, am I glad I got outside today. I almost missed this. Incidentally, it was much easier to explain the Kinsey scale to my mother than to explain why I got a D in Astronomy (she's still convinced that was a mistake).
Ok, seriously though Mom, not going to default to lesbianism. I hardly think the situation is that hopeless, for all that I joke about ignoring guys for the rest of my life. Because the idea of The Girlsex just really bores me.
*wrinkles nose* Eh. No thank you.
- Location:the Tucson den
- Mood:
amused
Well, I wasn't able to sleep last night, partly becaue I had a test today that I was worried about and partly because I pretty much slept all day yesterday. It's just pretty much what I do when I have nothing to do all day. It's a habit I should look into breaking.
It was a good night, actually. I discussed literture with Mike, sort of half-studied until one-thirty, went to IHOP and really studied for an hour or so, waited like another half and hour for my check, and then wandered over to the library. I read about 40 pages of The Time Machine, then downloaded a Scrabble game onto my pretty new phone and played that for a while. Do you know it still feels good to get a "High Score" message even if you're the only one who's played?
Then I went down into good ol' Periodicals, Videos and Microfilms and rented Where the Heart Is, which, remarkably, I actually hadn't seen yet. It was lovely. I laughed, I cried, I re-evaluated my decision to ignore men for the rest of my life in the event that I ever meet a wierd-looking-yet-sort-of-cute librarian who quotes botany books from memory and says things like "Better than you? Nothing's better than you, Novalee" and seems surprised when people make passes at him.
And just when I thought, "Hey, this movie is kind of a giant cliche" and my attention was flagging a bit (hey, it was six in the morning after all), a guy was karmically maimed by a train.
WOW.
Then I had some juice and a breakfast burrito and here I am.
Still trying to reconcile the SGA episode from this week. It was some sort of weird badly-executed tribute to campy old westerns. Liz kept humming the stereotypical western stand-off theme and I kept miming the passage of tumbleweeds. We both groaned and put our heads in our hands a lot. We'd had such high hopes for this season.
Supernatural, however, was more like a not-badly-executed tribute to zombie movies, which was ok by me. Oh, demon-addled slightly gay brother angst. I don't think I'll ever tire of it.
Looks like the semesterly Pitchforks after-concert meeting isn't going to happen, which is pretty awesome except now I won't get my pie. Trust me, that sentence makes sense.
Hope everyone's finals are going well! I can't wait for tonight, it's Liz's dad's birthday and there will be food.
- Location:computing commons
- Mood:
calm - Music:"Bohemian Rhapsody"
Several things have been keeping me from functioning as a normal human being lately.
Item 1: My C- in Service Learning. Well, my C- maybe. If I write "excellent paper."
Item 2: My unknown grade in Astronomy. I missed too many classes and now I have no idea how to make it up even with the extra credit and rather excellent grades in lab I've been managing so I'm probably looking at more than one barely-passing grade.
Item 3: My father. For the first time in my life I can talk to my mother more easily than my father. He told me if I lost my scholarship I couldn't come back to school. Because I wasn't 'excelling' enough. And that proves I have no interest at all in any type of future requiring a degree. Apparently. Not that I ever gave this impression in any way, but that's what missing class means. That I might as well give up on an education. Isn't that completely logical?
Item 4: My mother is crushed and it's my fault. Which is really no different than the usual situation but it's more acute this time.
Item 5: That thing you don't the full extent of unless you're Izzy or Liz or, as of this morning at six in the morning, my mother. Yes, my mother. I don't know what I was thinking either.
Item 6: The fact that I told my mother about Item 5. By e-mail.
Item 7: My Dad sounded sad when I stopped talking to him. I haven't heard him sound sad since our dog died. He smacked and yelled at the dog we have now (poor, innocent Zoey) for basically no reason, wouldn't give me a moment's peace over the weekend, brought up the unknown details of Item 5 like fifteen times, insulted my music, told me to give up on having a career or ambition or any hope for the future... so I stopped talking to him. And then he dropped me off and I barely hugged him goodbye and wouldn't look at him... and he asked me in this horrible, small voice, "We're still pals, right?" and I said "We'll see" without looking at him. Because after a while I just can't pretend what he does doesn't hurt me. And now he probably still doesn't understand that, but I think I finally managed to hurt him. Should I be happy about this?
Item 8: Some parade on Mill Avenue that filled the street with CHILDREN and SCREAMING and a STAGE IN FRONT OF THE MOVIE THEATER and a TREE and PICTURES WITH FUCKING SANTA CLAUS. No, crazy lady, I don't want a picture with Santa. I'm just trying to find my way through the writhing throng of family fun to get to Islands where I can languish in the almost-always half-empty atmosphere with my sci-fi paperback and really messy "Bluenami" burger and maybe order a whole basket of fries and some pie. But what's this? The writhing throng has invaded Islands as well, and now I have to go to Ruby Tuesdays because everywhere else is full and I can't go to IHOP because it's a weekend night and Clinton works on weekend nights and he won't let me read in peace, and all of this would seem much more dramatic if you'd had the weekend I've had.
I've finished all of Season One of Gilmore Girls and all of Liz's Oreos (I'll get you new ones... although, in all fairness, I got you those Oreos, so can't we just maybe call it even?) I started crying when Max got Lorelei the thousand yellow daisies, and I wished I hadn't eaten all the Oreos already because when I cry I want cookies, but the market is closed because it's stupid Thanksgiving weekend.
For the first time in my life I wish Christmas didn't exist. Liz, darling, best roommate of mine, could you ask your parents if I can stay with you for a couple of days over Christmas break, because Hanna's not coming home until a week or so after I do, and one more day of being the only child in that house is going to have me hunting the surrounding Tucson wilderness for helpless rabbits to torture and then kill out of pure spite and desperation.
- Mood:
stressed
I have been tagged by
rain_dances1) "We Built This City on Rock and Roll" by Jefferson Starship
Yeah, I know, I know. But it makes me so happy. We have the best song ever, Liz.
2) "Rescued" by Jacks Mannequin
This is another song given to me by Liz as part of the BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!!!! It's just one of those songs that's so lovely you want to go outside and gaze at the stars soulfully or something.
When it's quiet, does she hear me?
Jettisoned to the center of the storm
And I'm thinking I
Prefer not to be rescued
Oh, I can feel her, she's dying
Just to keep me cool
I'm finally numb, so please
Don't get me rescued...
*sighs* John/Atlantis OTP (lol, Liz, you're probably the only one who's going to understand that).
3) "Welcome to the New South" by Less Than Jake
Less Than Jake has always been a comfort band of mine. Chris' voice is familiar and comfortable and kind of like an old friend.
Welcome home, outcast, because I know how you have felt over the years
The truth is that looking at me is like looking in a mirror
And I know how it feels to be the best part of a running joke to all of your friends
And to be on the edge of your bed, with your head buried in your hands
Wishing that everything would end
Yeah, I know how it feels to be the loneliest...
This week has SUCKED. Like, really sucked. And listening to this song... it makes you cry harder, but it helps somehow. Thanks Chris.
4) "Sympathy for the Devil" by The Rolling Stones
This song is just so fucking cool. I kind of adore it and wish it wasn't so long and repetative or I would suggest singing it in Pitchforks.
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name
But what's puzzlin' you is the nature of my game...
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails, just call me Lucifer
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste, oh yeah
Hell yes. Badass.
5) "High School Confidential" by Carol Pope
lol, oh, Queer as Folk. You have completely bastardized my musical tastes. But, to be fair, I only love this song as much as I do because whenever I hear it I think of Randy Harrison doing that really hot backbend move on the stripper pole... all hail the King of Babylon!
What's that man doin' with him
It's that guy
And he's screwin' with him!
Can he feel the sex and sweat
He makes you cream your jeans
So you won't forget
High School
High School Confidential...
He drives a loaded jeep
With seats in the back
If you don't do him soon
You'll have a heart attack
When he flashes you a look
You wanna burn his books
Give up high school, well well well well...
lol, alright, I tag:
izzybugmikestupidburntheflamingolocan_muresearthemeraldz- Location:dorm
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:"Ready to Go" -Republica
Three pairs of socks and my ASU shirt took like an hour and a half to dry. I'm tired of these economy machines. Anyway, one of my favorite things about doing laundry at night is singing really loudly along with my iPod while I'm folding my clothes and waiting for the extra stuff to dry. The acoustics in that room are amazing. Today, I was in the middle of belting out "Fairytale of New York" (alternately moving up and down an octave to denote the male and female parts) and a girl walked in on me. She was definitely in the room for at least thirty seconds before I even noticed she was there.
I kind of just... kept on singing at a slightly adjusted volume. Everyone in this dorm already thinks Liz and I are completely fucking weird anyway. It was less embarrassing if I pretended I wasn't embarrassed.
All I can say is, it's a damn good thing she didn't walk in during "Bohemian Rhapsody." Because, let me tell you, I pulled out all the stops on that one. There was headbanging and I might have jumped up on a chair at one point.
This was a good night for television. On Supernatural, Clark discovered that he has remarkable "blowing" power.
*snickers* Oh come on, no one could pass that up. It's just... it's right there.
Then on Supernatural, the Winchester boys faced down a vicious phantom creature dressed like a fucking clown. If that sounds like the creepiest thing ever, that's because it was. God. Yeeechhh. Carnival clowns.
On Saturday I'm going to be covering the library shift alone. What the hell am I going to do? What if someone actually asks me a question or calls on the phone?! I don't actually know how to answer questions or the telephone. They never really trained me properly. All I do is shelf journals and videos according to the Library of Congress decimal system. Whoo-hoo.
Two girls quit Pitchforks on Monday. Can you even believe that? We only had twelve to begin with, and we've taught them three songs and our concert is in less than two months which makes less than sixteen rehearsals, and we are so fucked. We have to rehearse replacements now. Guuuuaaaaaaaaaah.
*slams face on desk*
I've been sleeping better lately. Let's hear it for Prozac! And what does Dr. Cross do to reward my recent triumph over adversity? He's leaving the University and making me get a new doctor, and he also found out I've never had a gynecology appointment and made me get one. I'd sort've been hoping to avoid that for all eternity. I'll probably end up having cervical cancer or something.
I've never put off doing school work for so long before. I'm almost impressed with the level of laziness I'm accomplishing here. I haven't been to astronomy in two weeks and I've even stopped reading for English. It's kind of lame. I should probably fix that.
p.s. Go here immediately. You will not regret it.
- Location:dorm room
- Mood:
bored - Music:"Boot Stamping on a Human Face Forever" -Bad Religion
This morning I was sitting in IHOP reading Northanger Abbey (and that's another thing, these guys always approach me when I'm reading) because I couldn't sleep (and yes, Liz, I'm medicated and working on it and I know I probably suck as a roommate *apologetic face*) when a guy who had to be over forty came over:
"I'm sorry to bother you, but I noticed your bag when you walked in and it looked like it had an Eastern design on it. Is that of any religious significance to you?"
Taken by surprise, I could only answer that the bag was from Old Navy and that I really had no idea when the pattern signified. Maybe I answered too warmly, because soon he was asking to join me and talking to me for nearly two hours. Don't get me wrong, I talked back and everything; he made it clear that he knew I was a student, so I naturally assumed it was just a conversation between two people at a restaurant at six in the morning with no one to talk to. He was pretty entertaining; the most loquatious person I've ever met. He actually went on for a full ten minutes about his beard, while I tried to hide my disbelief in a look that must have resembled interest. The whole time I was thinking, "Wow, I would be worried right now if I thought there was any chance he was actually hitting on me, but he asked me about my classes so he knows I'm way too young for him. It's fun to meet new people!! These hash browns are delicious!"
*in Julie's brain, the cartoon Julie that personifies naiivete continues beating the hell out of the one representing common sense*
Then, when he was ready to leave, it came out: "Do you want to have lunch some time? I realize I'm a little old for you, which isn't exactly an attractive quality, I realize, but it's just so hard to find interesting people to talk to, you know..."
And then, what do you say? "Uh, I was unaware you were leading up to that. Because I'm an idiot. But it's not all my fault, because hello, I'm not even twenty years old and you know that, don't you, you fucking cradle robber? What is it with your age group? Just because I'm over eighteen doesn't mean I'm not interested in men my own age. Fuck you, and stop damaging my self esteem more than it already is by making me think of myself as the desperate college student who is utterly unwanted by other college students but heavily sought-after by middle-aged men."
Well, actually, what I said was, "Uh... I'm here a lot. I'll say hi if I see you." Because, I had already made friends with this person and I find it impossible to be abrubt with anyone. Maybe that's the reason; they sense I won't shoot them down right away. If only because I won't realize what they want until they ask for it, because I assume it's a nice, safe, "Hey, this girl reminds me of my daughter" interaction.
Anyway. That's enough complaining for today, I suppose. I have my major-change meeting today at 10:00, another reason why I found it less risky just not to go to sleep at all *shrugs* Hopefully, I'll be an education major by noon. Hoorah!
Big television night last night. Oh, Smallville. It's so gay at this point that I think the writers are messing with us.
Lionel: "...but Clark plunged it [the dagger] into Fine..."
Lex/Zod: "Kneel before Zod. Kneel!"
Clark: *Kneels in front of him*
Lex/Zod: "His feelings for you were also strong. They left an unpleasant taste when I consumed his essense."
There was much laughter in the dorm room during that episode (*sings* "Sucked into the PHANTOM ZONE! Clark's got a burka in the PHANTOM ZONE!!!") Then we watched Supernatural and there wasn't really anything to laugh about anymore. Damnit. That show has just... broken my heart. Stupid demons. What a depressing way to start the season.
I took what must have been a nasty-looking fall outside the IHOP after running across the street (the light wasn't working properly again) and the woman who was crossing with me was unnaturally concerned. Her eyes got HUGE and she was like, "Oh God, are you ok? No, check, are you bleeding?" and I was like, "Yeah, lady, look, I do this all the time, I don't even let it slow me down anymore." She even turned around again after I'd already convinced her nothing was broken, lacerated, or contused, to make sure I was going to make it. Sweet, I suppose.
- Location:Computing Commons
- Mood:
cynical - Music:"Atomic Garden," Bad Religion
( Well, at least the men are really good actors )
p.s. I also did a second one where I got Larry King and Halle Berry.
...?
- Location:The realm of pure confusion
- Mood:
confused
(p.s. I don't know if this is always true, I'm basing this off of three episodes).
And, oh my God, William Shatner. Just... more hilarious than anything. Plus one of the episodes I saw had Freddie Prinze, Jr. as Denny's fake estranged son Donny. I don't know why I found that as awesome as I did.
"Um... you've got a needle in you head."
GOOD NEWS, EVERYONE! Apparently, the problem with our t.v. was with the actual cable, so Liz has replaced it and now we get the WB/CW/whatever the hell it's called now. Which means we can watch our WB shows, with the hot guys (who are probably all gay for each other, let's face it) and (in the case of Smallville) the wonderfully bad writing at times ("How many times can you break a person's heart before it shatters into a million pieces?!")
Also: my parents just got the most adorable dog ever!!!!
( Zoey!!!!!! )
That's my Dad with her. He said he didn't want another dog after Zack died, but he pretty much fell in love with Zoey (she looks so much like Zack that it's scary; pretty much the only difference is that she's smaller).
Work is HARD. Mike and Graham, I resent your stupidly easy jobs even more than I used to. Bastards.
- Location:Dorm room
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:"All That Jazz" (Liz's iTunes on random)
The Sad Things:
1) I finally decided that I had to back down and started taking anti-depressants for the anxiety that's probably causing the insomnia that's reversing my sleep cycle (and the green grass grows all around and around...). Hopefully it won't be like last time.
2) I only got a B on the Astronomy test on Thursday, and I'm behind with my reading group for Service Learning.
3) The last episode of Stargate Atlantis until MARCH ended on a really frustrating cliffhanger.
4) The library is already making me change my shifts. Again.
5) This guy I met in the dining hall called me once and left a message, and I called him and left a message, and now he hasn't called me back and I'll never get a date with anyone ever.
6) My new journal layout. I mean, I'm not really sad about it, I think it's hella tight. It's just sort of sad-looking because there are gravestones in it.
The Pretty Good Things:
1) Well, the guy from the dining hall called in the first place. That's cool I guess.
2) The B was actually a B+.
3) The Stargate episode was pretty much the best one ever (once again, the girls next door will have to wonder why the psychos in room 208 are always flailing and screaming incoherently at their television at one in the morning).
4) In the television vein, Smallville and Supernatural start next week (and I can watch because my shift was changed).
5) We're singing "Somebody to Love" and "Kiss From a Rose" in Pitchforks, and really it's only a matter of time before I succeed in getting "Bohemian Rhapsody" into the repertoire somewhere.
6) The comments regarding "brotherly love" made on this entry in Liz's journal, typed back and forth while actually sitting about five feet apart in our room, made me both laugh until my chest hurt and also wish I were religious so I could do a little praying for the salvation of my soul.
7) Our waiter tonight, Andrew, was a punk fan and also hilariously awesome. Wasn't he awesome Liz? Except for the not really knowing what he was doing part.
8) Hollywoodland and The Illusionist are at the theater by the school.
9) I beat computer solitaire today at work. Shut up, shut up, it's a feat of pure genius.
- Location:dorm room
- Mood:
unfortunately awake - Music:"The Good Left Undone" is fucking stuck in my head forever
Over Labor Day weekend, thanks to our David Hewlett obsession, Liz and I rented Boa vs. Python (please, watch the trailer), which is apparently a sort of sequal to other b-movies involving said python or said boa. I don't recommend watching the others first, because I'm sure you don't need to. One awesomely-bad script and fake CGI snake fight is quite enough for one lifetime.
Most Memorable Line:
"Now that's big. And big... is NICE."
-Agent Sharpe (referring to David's boa)
My first day of reading groups is tomorrow. Wish me luck, guys, I'm freaking out!
- Location:dorm
- Mood: amused
Snakes on a Plane was every bit as awesome as I could have hoped for. My only regret is missing opening night.
Good news, everyone!!! I got the periodicals job, in the Hayden Library. Dull as dirt and pretty bad hours (Thursdays and Fridays, 5pm to midnight), but I really never thought I would actually land a job. Kudos to me.
A new standard has been set for best thing I've ever said in a movie theater:
"I am a kharmic python!"
The Service Learning teacher still hasn't gotten back to me about missing class, and I still don't know what I'm going to do on Wednesday when we were all supposed to carpool to the high school. I feel like something's eating a hole in my stomach, which is usually a bad sign.
- Location:Liz's house
- Mood:
uncomfortable
Had my first Astronomy lab yesterday and wanted to sit down on the ground and cry. That's what light pollution and a time limit to draw a diagram of the southern sky will do to you.
I can now identify the Summer Triangle (with Cignus, Aquila, and Lyra), Sagittarious, Cassiopeia, and Draco. Hoo-rah.
*rubs eyes and falls down dead*
We're currently on Season 4 of QaF. So far it can be summed up thusly: fairies; Dumpling; Kinnetic; naked vollyball.
Still haven't heard from any of the jobs I applied for. Dad says I should lie and say I have an employment history, or else I'll never succeed at anything ever. I might have kicked him in the shins if he hadn't been an hour and a half away in Tucson.
*edit* I just heard back from one of the four Hayden Library jobs I applied for (the lamest one, in periodicals, but whatever). I'm supposed to have a meeting tomorrow at 4:30. Everyone just send your positive thoughts my way, please.
- Location:Dorm
- Mood:
worried about everything - Music:the sounds of silence and failure
Rise Against is going to perform in Magna and not Tempe this year.
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Is something seriously wrong with the universe??!!
I just got back from Ireland and it was excellent. For those of you who wish to view photographic evidence, I've made a couple of albums (Album 1 & Album 2) on Facebook (you don't need to comment on them or anything; I am not a comment whore).
I am now completely addicted to Queer as Folk, thanks to Liz. I mean, how could I not be? Brian and Justin are officially the most adorable television couple that ever existed. I mean, you probably don't even understand the truth of that statement, but...
I mean, seriously. Right? Seriously.
I finally have The Sufferer & The Witness on my iPod. Happy Day!
I had to drop my Shakespeare class this semester, but I'm still taking this rather awesome class called Service Learning where I get to teach high school students who failed their AIM tests how to read. It may sound tedious and thankless but I'm actually really excited about it. I'm also taking Astronomy 111, a basic Lit class, and "Poets, Philosophers, and Revolutionaries in Latin America" (we get to read House of the Spirits!).
Also, I'm trying to get a job. It's harder than it looks. I am really beginning to resent that whole "employment experience" question. So far I've applied to two jobs that I really want (Border's and the movie theater), and a couple that I don't really want but would do anyway because I'm desperate and practically unemployable *sobs*
I'm reading the Iliad right now. I really don't care much about it, except for the hilarity of my English teacher trying to convince the class that Patracles and Achilles are gay for each other (which, really, isn't much of a stretch if you're paying attention).
I'm missing House this year because of my Astronomy lab. It's pretty depressing; that's one of the only shows I feel strongly about. At least Liz can tape it for me. Grrr.
Hopefully, I'll do better in my classes this year. Maybe learn to study? I'm hoping to get 9-12 honors credits this semester and then to go on one of the trips with the honors college to get 6 more. Hoo-rah.
That's all for now; must read more Iliad. Goddamnit.
- Location:Dorm
- Mood:
hungry - Music:The Sufferer & the Witness
Let's see... oh, Satan Day! That was a great time. On June 6 Mike and I saw The Omen, which was much better than we expected it to be (horror movies have been severely disappointing lately). Also, we yelled "SATAN!!!!!!!!!!" at all pedestrians and postulated how the world was going to end in a few hours.
Today we checked out the abandoned hospital on capitol hill. Really, the coolest abandoned building I've ever seen. But, half of the reports from there say it's guarded by the police and some dogs, so... we've got a 50/50 chance of being arrested if we go back and try to get inside, I guess. I don't think it would require breaking anything... the windows seemed open. We'll stake it out during the day and see.
Mike performs improv at the Off-Broadway Theater now! It's all professional and everything. Like 3.2, but censored. I saw a show tonight and I'm going back tomorrow. Seriously, Mike and CJ are improv royalty.
We visited a carnival after-hours. It's really, really hard not to turn the key and press the "on" button to a ride when it's sitting RIGHT THERE, but we figured the engine would be heard by thte nearby houses.
Today I stole a hat. *looks at Mike and grins* "I'm taking the hat... no, really, I'm taking it!"
- Location:home
- Mood:
giddy - Music:AFI; Decemberunderground
Mmmmm.... So, X-Men: The Last Stand basically owns my soul. Yes, I stole that expression from Liz. So what? I feel like it's the only phrase that encompasses the joy that fills my being right now. I mean, seriously. YES.
And I was really scared, too, because the guy who sold Mike his popcorn told him it sucked. I think he actually used the word "sucks." Not even, "Hey, it wasn't as good as the first two." Which it was. It was awesome.
First of all, as Mike pointed out, Wolverine going absolutely insane always makes for an enjoyable cinematic experience. And Hugh Jackman did not disappoint. Wow, man. He even makes getting beaten up look ridiculously cool. I almost cheered when Magneto shot him a hundred feet into a tree. Partly for Magneto, and partly for him. Because no one rams into a tree like Wolverine. And the opening training sequence? The epitome of badass-ery. He took off a giant robot's head with just a toss from Colossus and his adamantium claws of fury! So what if it was fake? He rocks the virtual world as well as the physical! Badass-ery knows no scientific boundaries!
Don't want to ruin too much for anyone who hasn't seen it yet (WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR???!!!!), but the full incarnation of Phoenix? Extremely cool. One of the creepiest things I've ever seen. Reminded me of the mermaids in Peter Pan, except Phoenix can tear things up with her mind.
Ever since the second movie's little love scene between Logan and Jean, I've been waiting for another one (because Hugh Jackman is hot, and because poor Wolverine deserves her, man. Scott is lame and has a very limited power and is not good enough for Jean, and no matter what Jean says there is nothing wrong with choosing the bad boy over the boring one). So maybe there wasn't exactly a happy ending for them in this one... but there was making out. Considerably enthusiastic making out. That was sort of mixed with Jean kind of trying to kill him... but it worked. Somehow. Maybe because Logans' particularly difficult to kill. Instead of looking dangerous it just looked... seroiusly hot. Ranks as one of my top three favorite movie kisses of all time, and I keep track of these things. It's part of that hopeless romantic part of me that I can't seem to shake. I can't believe I spent a whole paragraph on this... Liz will understand. Gaaauuh.
Also, who ever heard of thought-provoking issues in a superhero movie? I mean, just the term "cure-weapon" had my brain turning over with the irony. Controversial politics! Blurred lines and grey areas! *happy sigh*
I admit that I cried. I might have cried harder if I hadn't been in a movie theater (I try to preserve some semblance of dignity when I'm in public). Actually, I was sort of half-laughing and half-crying trough the whole last twenty minutes, because it was inevitably tragic but it was so fucking cool.
Speaking of movies, I'm actually watching The Sandlot 2 right now. It's depressing me a little, since it's pretty much the same lines and joke as the first one but with different actors. Second-rate sequels should never be watched on the same day as awesome ones.
Going to Lagoon tomorrow. Wish me lots of fun (and minimal sun damage).
p.s. I wasn't really angry when I wrote my last entry. I'm just too lazy to correct the mood.
- Location:living room
- Mood:
good-movie high - Music:movie: The Sandlot 2
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