Flaming Szechuan Pickle

GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?!

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 01:04:35 GMT

HAPPY 49TH BIRTHDAY, SEAN BEAN! 8D STILL LOOKING GORGEY!

(of course I will probably be saying that even when he's older than dirt, but.)

Internet is mostly dead. This post is An Ordeal in and of itself. Also, in other news, GMU only JUST NOW deigned to inform me that they need my SAT scores.

I would be crying if I wasn't laughing so hard right now. No, wait, those are tears.

Fuckhat.

(New York trip travelogue coming...uh...COMING SOON, I SWEAR. >_>)

Fuck.

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 22:23:44 GMT

Guess who got accepted anywhere?!

If you said "Not Alex", you're CORRECT!

Spring Break, but not.

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 17:09:46 GMT

Things I learned during Spring Break:

1. I am a Metro fiend.
2. Despite being a Metro fiend, I cannot for the life of me navigate aboveground in downtown DC.
3. When I get lost in downtown DC, I will automatically gravitate towards the nearest bookstore.

Yeah. xD It's not quite that extreme, but that was the short and short of what happened last Thursday. DC is awesome and I wish I could go into town more often. Mostly because when I was walking back to mom's office from the nearby Borders, I swear to God I saw something going down. As I was going to cross I street, there was a car stopped at the intersection (obviously a government car, because you can just tell). The passenger side door was open and there were a few serious-looking men in suits and Bluetooth headsets clustered nearby.

Gov'mint work. Fact.

~~WILL FINISH POST WHEN I GET HOME 8D~~

Oh, and, uh, Rachel tried to kill herself today, apparently, which is Most Distressing. I've already lost one person to suicide, dammit, I won't lose another. I'd go into more detail, but I'm just feeling numb. And sleep-deprived. And it's not really anybody else's business.

And now for something completely different...RANDOM CIA MACRO FEATURING MHS GRADUATE

Oh please oh please oh please someone else think it's funny.

Fuck you, Eric Van Lustbader!

Tue, 04 Mar 2008 22:22:22 GMT

Oh, boy. I need to vent.

If you've spoken to me in the past week, you'd note that my Jason Bourne obsession has flared back up again. Which is rad, because the movies are ace, and the books are, somehow, even better, and completely different to boot. I've eaten, slept, and breathed Jason Bourne (not literally, you pervboxes). I finally managed to get my mitts on the library's copy of The Bourne Ultimatum in book form, and re-read the third I'd finished, oh, I don't know, four months ago. Late fines suck.

Okay. During the course of the book I was frightened. Not for Jason's/David's life, not for Marie's life, and not for their children's lives. I knew they would all live. No, I was most scared of losing the less central characters, like Brendan Patrick Pierre Prefontaine, Johnny St. Jacques, Dimitri Krupkin, Alexander Conklin, and Mo Panov. They're my five faves in Ultimatum, especially since Conklin and Panov were there since Identity. Philippe D'Anjou was another favorite of mine - I say was because -- SPOILER ALERT! -- he's dead ever since Supremacy. Awesome, but dead. And I know Robert Ludlum has no consideration for my feelings, because if he did, Philippe would still be alive, god dammit. When Mo got kidnapped by the Mafia and pumped full of sodium pentathol, when Alex got shot and 'sploded, I wasn't sure they would ever get to make it back to Langley alive.

Thank God that they all made it to the close of the book in one piece (or close to it). Battered and bruised and a little more paralyzed than others, but alive.

So I picked up the next one, The Bourne Legacy. It was not written by Ludlum, but by Eric Van Lustbader. I told myself I'd give it a chance. After all, I prefer some of the newer 007 novels to Ian Fleming's originals (blasphemy!). Maybe this updated Bourne wouldn't be that bad. It might be, dare I say, better.

SPOILER ALERT! It ain't.

I had a few problems with the book almost immediately. One, David Webb -- alias Jason Bourne -- is now teaching at Georgetown. Seriously? Fucking Georgetown? Last time I checked, he, Marie, and the kids were living happily in Maine. Why the move, Dave? Why the move?

Two, and it pains me to even say this...Alex and Mo get killed. In the first twenty pages. It's not even a hello-goodbye sort of thing. It's a "let's talk briefly about these characters in internal narration"-goodbye sort of thing. Bourne goes to Conklin's house and Conklin and Mo are DEAD ON THE MOTHERFUCKING CARPET WITH BULLETS IN THEIR HEADS. Considering that they were such a huge fuckin' part of the first three novels, that's just a slap in the face. Bourne doesn't even mourn them. Webb doesn't even mourn them, he doesn't go "Oh my God", he doesn't do anything. Which, if the previous thing was a slap in the face, this is a fourteenth-century spiked mace to the face. Webb is supposed to be in control now. Not Bourne.

Three...and this is almost somehow even worse...their killer is actually, in the biggest plot twist since Star Wars and Mattimeo, BOURNE'S SON FROM HIS FIRST MARRIAGE WHO HATES HIS DAD BECAUSE HE THINKS BOURNE ABANDONED HIM.

Take a few deep breaths and read that sentence over until it sinks in. I'm a patient girl. I'll wait.

You done? Good. It gets worse.

See, aside from what is Very Wrong with that statement to begin with, Bourne's first wife, son, and daughter are dead. D-E-A-D dead. Deader than...well, deader than a dead Boromir playing poker with a dead Alec and a dead Sean in the Halls of the Dead while Davy Jones pilots the Flying Dutchman around them. In fact, their death is the catalyst that transformed softspoken scholar Webb into superfantastic killing machine Delta One, and then superfantastic killing machine Jason Bourne (with Conklin's help).

So all of the Eric Van Lustbader books are now, officially, fanfic. Worse. I've actually read better Bourne fanfic. Because this just offends my eyes and my senses so much more than I could ever possibly explain.

On top of that, he a) makes Bourne still a superfantastic killing machine, when in book-canon he was 50 in 1990 and already having trouble being a superfantastic killing machine, b) apparently completely excludes Marie the Arse-Kicking Canadian Ranch Girl Who Doesn't Die Unlike In The Movies, and c) misrepresents the relationship between Webb and Conklin, who are pretty much BFF fo' LIFE. And I do mean that. No exaggeration. In the short paragraph describing Conklin, he's called "half friend, half foe", which is so not right it's not even right.

The really shit part is that in the past two or three days, since I've started re-reading Ultimatum, I have become a Conklin fangirl. Yes, I fangirl a sixty-year-old semiretired alcoholic CIA spook with a prosthetic foot and sekrit Russian roots.

No, actually, never mind, that isn't surprising. He sounds just like the kind of person I'd fangirl. (In my head he looks a liiiiittle like Anthony Bourdain. No idea why.)

I mean, I've been fangirling Conklin so much I've decided to pretty much chuck my plans to app Jason Bourne (although him in Special Counseling would be a riot and a half) and considering apping Saint Alex of Langley in his stead. He'd be so much more interesting to play. I can see his reactions perfectly, and I can tell how he'd adapt and react. Because Saint Alex would adapt and react. A lot. You don't fuck wit' no cripple, foo'!

Especially not when that cripple's Saint Alex, mastermind of Treadstone. He can kill you with his brain. Fact.

...WHY YOU KILL OFF MY PANOV AND MY CONKERS, FOO'?! >:(

Two "hell yeah"s, one "fuck no".

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 00:04:49 GMT

Today doesn't exist!

The Bourne Conspiracy? HELL YEAH.

GoldenEye for XBLA? HELL YEAH.

McSpaced? FUCK NO.

Ah, the world of media. How I love it so. And want to stab out the eyeballs of McG and cronies with Twiglets. (You see what I did thar? Spaced reference. That will no doubt have to be changed once McSpaced hits the airwaves. Le sigh.) Still, I take solace in the fact that it's being done by FOX, and everyone involved is going to the special hell anyway for canceling Firefly.

Ffffffft.

Katsucon and an astounding revelation

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 23:50:12 GMT

So. Katsucon!

(I've noticed that I say "So." or "But." a lot as full sentences to preface things when I speak and/or write. Verbal tic or endearing habit? We report, you decide.)

Sara and I slept over at Christine's house on Friday night so we could all get up bright 'n early to get to the Omni Shoreham before the registration line got ridonkulous (because we didn't end up pre-registering, like the idiots we are). That done, we woke up at six, and I even beat the alarm by a minute because I am that awesome. Since Christine persuaded us all to do GetBackers cosplay, Sara was Kazuki, I was Ban (because, apparently, I AM BAN), and Christine, predictably, was Akabane. So we all piled into the car and got Christine's dad to drive us. We got there at around 7:30. Rachel, Mark, and Charlie (Hevn, his own character, and...um...I forgot who Charlie cosplayed as) were there before us. There was already a very small line, so we stood in it while the Katsu staff went off on a registration form quest.

Then Rachel picked at her fingers so much they bled. Again. We berated her and Sara dragged her off to the Katsu EMTs to get her fingers bandaged up. We then proceeded to beat the shit out of her each time she picked/bit anywhere near them later. Once we were all registered and had our shiny con badges (shiiiiiny), we ran off to the Artists' Alley. They were still setting up. We ran off to the Merchants Room. That didn't open up until ten. Then we decided to run off to the vidjamagaming room. You must keep in mind that this was at 8:30 in the morning. Sara was a DDR Robot as per usual, and I got bored with Halo very very quickly. xD

From then on I spent much of the day in the Artists' Alley and Merchants Room. We bought Pocky and Ramune (that yummy soda with the glass bead and the thing). Sara got to meet Mookie of Dominic Deegan fame, and I got to meet Chris Hastings of Dr. McNinja. I really, really wanted the "Ninjas Can't Catch You If You're On Fire" shirt, but I was flat broke by the time I decided to get it. :(

At noon, we went for lunch. Yum yum hotel buffet. I also decided to switch up my costume from Ban to Shaun (tie around my head and all). As we ate, we decided to play Cliff, Shag, or Marry. The most amusing one was when I posed the question of "Ban, Ginji, and Akabane" to Christine. She literally froze mid-hot dog and her eyes got really wide. xD When Rachel put the question of "Jack O'Neill, Jack Harkness, and Alec" to me, I immediately cliffed O'Neill. THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR SPLITTING UP MY OTP DAMMIT. NEVER MIND THAT THE OTP IS SO UNCANON IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY. Don't remember what I did with remaining Jack and Alec. Like it matters - mention the word "commitment" to either of those two and they're suddenly like "oh hay look a rift surge I have to go jump through, kkbai". Whores. I also asked Rachel "Simon, Nick, and Edgar", and she cliffed Edgar, shagged Nick, and married Simon. I was like "D: HOW YOU CLIFF EDGAR?!". She asked me, and I said "Cliff Rachel, shag the rest. 8D" Emoticon and all.

So yeah. Lots of fun mental scarring there.

I ended up buying a button for me (which I will explain later), a button for Markoff that I think he will enjoy much, and two t-shirts, one of which is YGO-abridged-related. Yes, TAS had a representative there. I wanted to get all of the TAS shirts, but again, the moneys issue. Everyone else got "Screw the rules, I have money", but I got "Limey Man". Yay for standing out. I wanted the "In America!" one, too...oh well. This is what online ordering is for, after all.

At two, Sara and I went to go meet up with more dollie people (yaaaay), and she then buggered off to The Land Of People Who Never Have Their Fucking Cell Phones With, aka the gaming room. (Trying to get in touch with everybody after the dollmeet made me very very very very very very very pissed.) The dollmeet was fun, though, and I swapped a sweater of Resinthing's for...A PAIR OF SHOES. HE HAS SHOES THAT FIT NOW. They are nice, and I am ridiculously happy with them.

Insert thirty minutes of being pissed at my group for being retards here. On the plus side, I saw a Witch-King cosplayer, a few Jedi, and another Shaun cosplayer who actually looked like Simon Pegg, a little (read: not like me at all). I high-fived him, since he also had a fake cricket bat. He also had his tie around his head.

I would have stayed later, but my friends are lame and had to leave at six, so I had to go, too. There was more MetroFail on Christine's part since she tried to use her farecard as a Metro SpeedPass (this will only make sense to Washingtonians, but still, lolwtfchristinefail.) And then, even with MetroFail on the part of the Washington Metropolitan Area Transit Authority (yes, do epic platform repairs during a CON WEEKEND), we got home in a timely manner. Hooray.

Now is the time for...button explanation and the aforementioned astounding revelation!

Guys? Guys? Guys. Is everyone here? Are you all listening? Okay, good. Good. I want you all to pay attention -- hey! HEY! Stop watching Youtube. This is important.

My friends...my dear, dear friends. Please don't change how you think of me because of this. I'm...I'm a...a...a slasher ~~and I must be stopped~~.

*pause for shocked gasps.*

I know. I'm...I know. It's something you wouldn't really expect from me. But I'm not ashamed of it. It's not so strong, really. I only slash Hot Fuzz, and, I mean, it's practically canon. That button I bought? It says "Do not meddle in the affairs of slashers, for you are cute and look good with other men." As the other half of my slash-writing-and-RPing cabal, Sara now owns one too. Oh, I also slash some OCs of mine, but they were already gay to begin with. Yyyyyeeeeaaaaaah. So are we all cool? Yeah? Really?

Thanks, guys. I knew you would understand.

Now I'm going to go hop on the good pen and write the bad thing. 8D

Yum yum candy, Mk II!

Thu, 14 Feb 2008 23:25:26 GMT

I got to chill out with Meredyth (lyriael) two Saturdays ago, and we went to go see National Treasure 2 at the AMC Courthouse. Yes, it is still playing in some places. I know.

Anyway, since I was watching it with Meredyth, what did we do but talk during the movie? It was like the Satellite of Love up in there, or that one time we saw Revenge of the Sith when there were only two other people in the whole theatre. This showing had a decent turnout, though. Didn't stop us from snarking at it.

Of course we pointed out plot holes. What else do we do in life? We point out plot holes and mock poorly-researched stuff. And it's a load of fun. Okay, there were some good parts. Really. Especially the part where Ben pretends to be drunk in Buckingham Palace and mocks British people to some bobbies (seriously), the car chase in DC (seriously), and Riley's obvious little man-crush on Ben (seriously. And yes, that is the scientific term).

And then we stayed up until four in the morning watching Hot Fuzz. Life is good.

Blah blah blah, not much, blah blah blah.

I was sooo sick on Tuesday. After my presentation in first period I hailed a cab and went home. Yesterday there was a two-hour delay, and when we got to school, the power was out, so they had to send us home. Much lulz.

Today, though...aaaah, I liked today. When I walked in and went to the Black Box, Markoff greeted me with a fuzzy black teddy bear/cat thing and a box o' choc-o-lates. Later in the day, Rachel bestowed a chocolate rose upon me, and Sara gave me a flower. Then Markoff and I skipped out on lunch to Subway for foods, and he treated. I love my Jew-boy. DBQ in Euro and quiz in Trig (that I missed on Tuesday), not so much.

I also made a hoodie for my resincreature out of an old pair of mom's socks. I have no life. x3

from the dardanelles to the mountains of peru

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 21:49:57 GMT

I've been having smellitory halucinations all day. (Yes, I know the word is 'olfactory'. I like 'smellitory' better.) See, one of my uncanny talents is to be able to smell an orange - a freshly-opened orange - from about thirty to fifty feet away. In Law in Action, after the midterm was done, the scent of an orange tickled my nose. I looked around for its source and discovered that the girl who was about to eat the orange had just broken its skin and was still peeling it. She was also on the opposite side of the classroom. This is also very funny because I have been sick recently and my nose has been stuffed up.

It didn't stop there. In Euro, I could smell something like strawberries, and for the life of me couldn't find where it was coming from. And now, sitting here, at my computer, I am smelling pine. Most people would say that's from the Christmas tree. We didn't have a Christmas tree this year. And the scent floats around the room!

Maybe it's my brain being weird. Dunno.

CompGraph was lots of fun today. Grefe was out, and we had Mr. Hollowell for our sub. He doesn't care about what we're supposed to be doing. Mo and I played Quake III against each other for at least half an hour, and then I went to reading webcomics. A lot. Yay for being productive.Oh - I made this icon during CG. Guess I was productive. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! That phrase and his stupid haircut just popped into my head as I was walking to CG! D:

And I think, now that midterms and One-Acts are over, something's snapped in my brain and I can write again. It's a good feeling.

Oh! Saw Sweeney Todd on Monday. It was epic and grand and made me draw dresses that don't totally suck, so I am happy. The only thing that killed me was having songs from it stuck in my head during my Trig midterm. Oh well, I was going to fail it anyway.

I almost forgot! I have something to ask you, flist. Barring Jean Prouvaire (who I know I'll app at some point anyway), who should I app next cycle of Landel's? Here's my current list:

-Shaun (Shaun of the Dead)
-Nicholas Angel (Hot Fuzz) note: Sara has agreed to app Danny if I do.
-James (Pokémon) note: Christine and Stephanie have agreed to app Jessie and Meowth if I do.
-Largo (Megatokyo) note: Sara has agreed to app Hayasaka Erika if I do.
-Dan Vasser (Journeyman)

I'll do up some sample posts for each. Dan's will be the hardest, I think, since as of late Journeyman has only had thirteen episodes, and I don't think I know his character too well. (And according to some sources, there'll be no more Journeyman, which makes me sad.)

Not much else to say, but...rest in peace, Heath Ledger. We shall always remember you as a brilliant young actor with much potential and incredible skills. You will be missed.

Save yourself a penny for the ferryman~

Sun, 21 Oct 2007 07:02:34 GMT

Why do I always play men with issues? Always! Alec is Mr. Walking Trust Issues, Nick has intimacy issues up the yin-yang...and why do my men always have these issues and never my women? Furthermore, why are amnesia and recurring dreams such huge themes with me? Seriously. First it was Gavin, then I became enraptured with Jason Bourne, and now Kitty has both amnesia and recurring dreams that may end up reversing her amnesia and I'm tying it all up with obscure references to literary!Bourne and grah why am I such a loser.

Oh! Choppa's party. It was fun. Nice to see him again, since, you know, he's in boarding school somewhere two and a half hours south. :( I miss my Choppa. Party was great fun, which is honestly a lot better than I expected. I hate parties. But this party was cool because one of Choppa's friends brought a katana ( a really dull katana but still), and I got to play with it. Yaaaaaay. Also everyone's cell phone failed in terms of getting-in-touch-with-my-people and I got picked up an hour after everyone else left. Slightly less yaaaaaaaaaaay.

And this is why I obviously had too much caffeine at Choppa's party (dammit, I was gonna work on my Landelfic...):

First, some older ones:

(A reference to the Sparta meme, if you do not get.)

And now the ones I wasted my time with tonight!

(*plays too much CS, obviously*)

(With commentary!)

...oh my God I have had Planet Hell stuck in my head for days. DAYS!

Ok, I'd better sleep now...

I am the Alpha Bitch. :o

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 19:19:34 GMT

We're watching Contact in Geosystems. I approve. I am also saying half the lines along with the movie, since a) it's one of my favorite movies and b) the source material was by Carl Sagan, and if you know anything about me and science and liking it, Carl Sagan is, like, my personal science god. Was. He's dead now. :( Anyway. Oh, and c) I'm a dork.

I came home to find a binder full of all my report cards, awards, and achievements since fifth grade, and it made me feel better about the whole college debacle. I hate being judged and found wanting, it's bordering on a phobia for me. I know I shouldn't care what other people think of me, but that's what the whole damn admissions process is. T_T Seeing that binder, though, improved my mood. No matter what, they can't take that away from me. Oh, damn, now I'm humming.

There was something else epic today, too. I was chatting with Markoff in the hallway, and some junior girls passed by, and one of them said in this really snotty way, "Don't, like, block up the whole hallway."

Okay, granted, that is a pet peeve of mine. But we weren't blocking the hall, we were more off to the side than anything. And she was one of those little twits, you know, the ones who think they're so popular and cool just because they're rich? Yeah. That kind. They piss me off even more. So, jokingly, I said, "Senior privelege."

Bam, the little bitch was all up in my face, being all like "You wanna go? You wanna go? Huh? Huh?"

"Yeah, I wanna go. Right here. Right now. Let's go. You wanna go?" I asked, driven mad by power and staring at a computer screen for the better part of two hours.

Amazingly, she backed down. Amber and I left, 'cause I had to go to Euro. Amber says I was channeling Alec. She's wrong - if I was, I'd have punted the little bitch into the wall.

Alec is not a nice man.

I was then told that, psychologically, I did everything that I was supposed to do, and I did it by instinct alone. It was like something straight out of Animal Planet. Or Darrin Brown. So...I suppose I'm intimidating? Huh...well, I'm happy. And now that you've seen my mildly amusing anecdote for the day, I'm going to go study Trig. Badda-bing, badda-boom.

...I'll stop now.

Zomg!

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 01:34:52 GMT

HOLY FUCKING EPIC, BATMAN.

I think a small part of me just died from lulz and happy. Zachary Quinto and Simon Pegg? In the same movie?! SPOCK IS GOING TO EAT MY BRAIN AND THEN SCOTTY WILL BEAT HIM TO DEATH WITH A CRICKET BAT. :o

~~Now all we need is Nick Frost to play...uh...Sulu. Or Sean Bean to play Captain Pike because OMG HAHAHAHA WIN.~~

Senior year = crap on a stick.

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 01:28:39 GMT

So, as punishment for me calling Ms. Chyen incompetent all last year, God, being a vindictive type, has decided to stick me in her class. Again. For Trig. Are we never to be free? Not that I didn't try and get out of her class, but what with my schedule...oh. My schedule. I changed my schedule about six times in the first week, I think. Finally they just lumped me into some classes and called it a day, which isn't so bad as I get Law in Action (but had to drop Theatre, boo). Oh, and we're not getting computers in CompGraph until tomorrow. Lol whut. I swear to God, I've now been enrolled in half of the electives that McLean offers.

What else? Oh, we had surprise summer reading that nobody bothered to send me the memo about, so I had to read Invisible Man (the crap one by Ralph Ellison) over a less-than-48-hour period before the essay test. Yikes.

Latin is fab, with 98% more sex jokes than last year. Which is a good thing, if you live on the Planet of the Mad, which I do. Euro...well, it's Howell, so it's challenging, but I think I can overcome. Geosystems with Sabelli is nice, 'cause we can talk about Star Trek and Heroes and Lost and what have you. Law in Action's Plunkett - no danger there, although I heard he did throw a chair at someone once.

Talk Like A Pirate Day tomorrow! Arr! Avast!

The College Tour of Ultimate Doom!

Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:13:47 GMT

The belated retelling of my shiny college tour last week!

The College Tour of Ultimate Doom - part one (days one and two)

Day One I could tell was not going to be a great thing from the very beginning. First off, I woke up at 9 am with my Mutti practically sitting on me. Second off, when she noticed that I was half-lucid, she attacked my face and began trying to pop some of my zits. Fun? Not. I managed to fight her off and feed the ravenous animals before they decided to eat my still-empty bag.

Of course, about an hour after breakfast, I threw up, due to an overloading of lactose in my system. I'd had a large Silver Diner milkshake and three or four glasses of milk the day before, and had cream cheese with my bagel. Normally, each one on its own would do nothing to me at all. All combined, though...well, you can see where being nearly lactose intolerant does not come in handy.

Set off at around two-thirty after cleaning the house and packing. Then mum insisted on visiting Kate, which, although it was not a social call and we really did need to get on the road, took her about twenty minutes. Adults, honestly. Then we got some gas, so we actually didn't get on the road 'til three. Better and better, folks.

There is only one person who understands me on this trip. His name is Jay and he is made out of resin. He is also easily placed in most overhead storage compartments, being only 43 cm high. Anyway, I think he'll save my sanity more than anything.

Immediately mum decided to flout the Mapquest directions, and we ended up on the Baltimore-Washington Parkway. That wasted a good thirty minutes. Once we decided to stick to the directions, no matter what, we were on our way.

Ho hum, pig's bum. Boring, really. Lots of tolls. Since I was the only one with accessible cash on hand, I paid out eleven dollars in tolls today that mum has promised to pay me back for. Whee.

Eating pretzel sticks. Took one from Jay, said I didn't want him getting fat. Mum laughed.

Delaware. Boring. Moving on (albeit slooooooooooowly)!

Pennsylvania. Less boring, still somewhat on the iffy side, but less boring than Delaware by any stretch of the imagination. I think dead caterpillars are less boring than Delaware. After a bit of chaos and direction-yelling, we finally arrived at the home of my mom's ex-husband's sister. We are still very good friends with her ex-husband's family, and her ex-husband as well (though he lives in Alabama); they're actually like our family. Ordered pizza, talked about movies, was allergic to resident dogs (greyhounds, which tend to flare up my slight dog allergy like nobody's business, but are actually quite adorable), drew things with little nine-year-old "cousin" Gabriella (who I taught to draw two years ago, whee). GG wanted a resin doll as soon as she saw Alec, which I thought was nifty. Her mum, Laura, is afraid of dolls, but actually thinks Jay is pretty cool. Great success!

Slept on slowest-inflating air mattress ever of deflatable justice. No, seriously, I woke up and it was half-deflated. Clutching doll all night; woke up to find his headcap and wig off, but face-up still intact. Thank goodness.

Off at ten in the a.m. again, to Philly for the first college visit of the trip. Had a bit of minor drama with the Pennsylvania Turnpike, but it was all shipshape in the end. Paid 20 bucks for parking at a garage near the University of Pennsylvania. We tried to go to the Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology to look at the Amarna exhibit, but wouldn't you know it - closed on Mondays. D'oh!

Had tuna sandwiches. I expressed interest in going to U of P. Used internet at a Mac by admissions to check on my schedule. Yes, I will need a time-turner this year. Then it was tromp, tromp, tromp back to College Hall for the information session, which was held in the most frigid of giant bloody classrooms in the history of the Caribbean. Tour time! Our guide was actually from Bethesda, MD (Great success!), so that was cool. Campus is very nice, very pretty, very...vibrant. It was alive. I can definitely see myself there - shall apply, no question!

When the tour finished, we tromped back to the car and drove to the Franklin Institute for the King Tut exhibit. More minor drama with the Philadelphia traffic laws, but it was resolved relatively quickly.

Everything in that bloody city is named after Ben Frankin, trufx and for srsly.

Tut exhibit = marvy, I enjoyed it very much. Some of the pieces mum hadn't even seen in Cairo, like the ceremonial dagger Tut was buried with. Got pressie for Sara, necklace for me, and mum got magnets.

Time for a nutritious dinner of hot dogs and mustard-slathered pretzels. Yum yum. Then it was off to the IMAX theater of amazing epicness to watch this movie about mummies. The IMAX theater they have there is on so much crack - it's not just a huge screen, it's a huge screen projected on a giant dome thing. Crazy stuff, but quite cool. Anyway, the movie thing was narrated by Christopher Lee, which was so much win and pickles. Popped Jay's head out of my bag so he could watch the movie, and also because I am starting to go insane, a bit.

At eight p.m., we started the drive up to Princeton. When we reached New Jersey, I commented to mum that we're in "New Jersey, the Land of El's!" She didn't seem to get it. Oh well. I'll just keep a look out for escaped mental patients tonight. Javert can have my bed, I'll sleep on the floor.

Oh. Speaking of sleeping. We're in some crap Red Roof Inn that supposedly has wireless internet (and there was much more drama with the New Jersey road system, but we will skip over that as it is very boring and drama-filled). T-Mobile charges for Wi-Fi at its hotspots. Ungroovy. I suppose I shall have to wait until I can hit the business center at the hotel we're staying at tomorrow night to check up on my various ventures. Hope there's no more monsters attacking Alec, Armand, and Javert.

Back to the subject of the hotel. Like everything else in the Land of El's, it is total crap in a hat. I even promised myself I wouldn't make a Tony Soprano joke, but I did, so, so much for that. Oh. Also, the bathroom door cannot be opened from the inside, which I found out the hard way. Luckily mum was outside reading. Oh, and turning on the light in the bathroom also engages some sort of giant beast in the ceiling that makes loud noises and is supposed to be a vent but isn't. V. annoying, but there you are. It is Jersey, and Jersey is crap.

I kind of feel sorry for New Jersey, although I loathe it. I mean, I poke fun at Delaware, and I don't think the First State has a point (aside from reminding us that it was The First State In The Union, So Suck On That, Maryland), but Jersey? Ecch. This is my second time in Jersey - both times, so far, have sucked. I hear the Princeton campus is beautiful - it had damn well better be. New Jersey is like the armpit of America. I am sorry, Jersey, but you just plain suck. Bad. Your roads suck, your hotels suck, your not failing at proper road planning sucks, your signs suck, your inability to make people think you don't suck sucks.

Jersey has nothing going for it, which is why I feel kind of sorry for it. Except for maybe that movie Garden State and The Sopranos, but The Sopranos is over now so nobody gives two short flying rat's paws about New Jersey except as that hell-hole you have to pass through on your way to New York. That's. About. It.

Shall look for mental institutions on the ride to Boston tomorrow. We do still have most of New Jersey to go through, after all. Maybe I can bust a few suckers out of the Institute of Hate and Suffering? At least Alec won't catch fire on a daily basis then. Probably.

...maybe not. Fire-magnet.

location: Land of El's, aka Craptown, aka New Jersey, aka...think up your own disparaging epithet.
music: the a/c (SO DAMN LOUD)
mood: worn-out, tired, deadlike, and really dreading the drive to Boston tomorrow.

Part Two - Princeton, Harvard, MIT, Yale, home.

tues 23 august
princeton, nj
2:02 pm

Princeton's actually a bit of all right, my prior misgiings about Jersey aside. Too preppy, though. Slowly going mad from lack of webnets. D:

wed 29 august
ihop, cambridge, ma
8:34 am

Foof. Got to Massachusetts, the state of gay marriage, at about 7 pm last night. Went to a crap pub-type restaurant and had tasteless fish and chips. But, whatever. Weird dreams. Oh, and I'm rather cross with mum at the moment and I have no idea why. Damn college tour.

Harvard and MIT today - honestly, by the end of this charade I'll be able to recite the standard info sessions word for bloody word. Such is my glamorous life.

au bon pain, cambridge, ma
1:15 pm

Life is treble fabuloso and also possibly bon. Forevermore. I think I actually stand a chance of getting into Harvard, and, as a plus, our tour guide WAS Jon. Frsrs. He was even from Mass. and all! Also he set off my gaydar at 50 paces, which is important in a Real Live Jon.

1:25 pm
Got directions from this really dishy MIT policeman-officer who looked a bit like a younger version of Claire's dad from Heroes (though maybe it was the glasses). 35 minutes until MIT info session!

5w!ts, boston, ma
6:44 pm

About to go through this Tomb attraction thing. Looks like fun. MIT, not so much. It's nice, but too math-y, science-y for my tastes.

thurs 30 august
harvard square hotel
8:20 am

Sacre bloody bleu and our dear and fluffy lord Ra's tartan trousers, I just had the most stressful dreams. The first one was Landel's-themed, but instead of the characters in a mental hospital it was the muns in some abandoned industrial complex, but the muns had the powers of their characters. Which annoys me, now that I think about it, because I gave no thought to Dairine's wizardry. Anyway, most of us were in this big old circular room like a silo and being terrorized by the mods. I had transportation by latching onto the back of someone's cape as they were leaping around, using Alec's mad tenacity skillz. Anyway, I managed to fight my way to the exit, where an iPod stereo was playing. I changed the music, which upset the mods, so they swooped down on the stereo while I made a break for it, and also to get some music by David Arnold (for some reason). "Run for it, guys!" I remember yetlling, and then rushed headlong onto the next dream...

Now I was trying to get David Arnold music from Uncle Carlos. I don't remember much about this part, but when I came back to him he had been playing with Jay and broke him. I didn't notice until I picked him up, and then his finger fell off, and his ear was in two pieces, and then the rest of his fingers shattered...I was so distraught I woke up, and glanced to the side to find him.

He wasn't there.

I nearly had a nervy spaz - what if that dream was prophetic, what if he fell off the bed?

Thankfully, that was not the case, as he had merely rolled off his pillow and still had about an inch of bed remaining to him. I would take no more chances - I immediately grabbed him and wedged him in between the pillows. Take that, fate!

Then I had another, similarly disturbing dream that involved me somehow driving on an interstate from the passenger side, but once I got on the driver's side, I actually wasn't too bad. Something about Lebanese food. Anyway, it was all very scary bananas.

Back to PA!

the bronx
7:43 pm

New York traffic SUCKS.

fri august 31
pa turnpike
10:32 am

My nutritious breakfast:
1. A protein bar (lemon flavor)
2. Pretzel sticks

Still, we are on the road again, hopping to Philly and from there to jolly old home.

10:55 am

I am so wrong it's hilarious. But not really. We are lost in Pennsylvania!

There my journal ends. I liked Harvard and UPenn most of all, but Yale was pretty cool, too. Princeton was too preppy, and MIT...not so much. But still. Yay colleges!

First-week-of-school journal soon!

All I can say is that the drugs don't work no more

Sat, 07 Jul 2007 03:30:57 GMT

Hi, livejournal. I love you, srsly. I just...I've been too busy to do much...posting...

OH GOD I'M SORRY I ABANDONED YOU. *sob*

Right. I'm done being a complete and total spaz. But not really. So! Life.

Summer break's been cool so far. I got As on all my finals (which means that Ms. Chyen is incompetent). Of course, mum's been pressuring me to get a job or something. Yeah. Lovely. Except for the fact that I'm too young to work almost anywhere. And I'm feeling pressured to get into an Ivy League school, never mind the fact that I won't be able to stand out from all the other chumps applying to the Ivies next year unless I pull off a really kickass, sarcastic essay (which I'm already drafting in my head).

Oh. And Lady Marmelade just started spontaneously bleeding behind her right eye this morning (it's contained in the eye) and apparently she's bleeding behind the left one, too. So she's in the hospital right now, because, also, her blood won't clot properly, and she may have to lose one or both eyes due to the pressure and such. Hello, possibly-blind cat. Goodbye, one thousand dollars. (Srsly. Veterinary care is fucking expensive.) When are we going to get some socialized medicine up in this joint?

We don't get any info on her until tomorrow...so wish her luck.

I haven't been able to RP much anywhere due to general chaos, except for Valcentica, but that requires next to no effort, as Kitty is basically an extension of myself and Valcentica!Alec is...well, he's just insane. APOLOGIES ALL. D:

ohshi--

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 00:31:27 GMT

(apologize in advance for the spag an such but im typing fast theres not mucg time)

Started around sixihsh, got a call from mom she said there was some wierd stuff on the radio. checked cnn.com, couldn't believe my eyes i was like wtf?!?!?. zombies. motherfucking zombies on my motherfucking plane.

five bucks says they came from congress lol.

mom got home before they got here, they lurch slower than the metro and cars. I took stock of our inventory: not much. Sara'll have more luck since she has her archery ewuipment and swords and jank, markoff has guns probably, rachels parents have weapons, what do I have? some fucking knives, bamboo staves, and a wooden sword, oh yesh, a fireplace poker too and some heavy books to throw

wish i could get in tocuh with flan she'd know what to do her whole life is about zombies and im not fucing kidding srsly, maybe they got her

Fumnny that i started the zombie thread in dada today right? not really. precognition ftw?

christ i wish i'd played resident evil, i have a hammer but that's about it, theres a sacucepan on my head and i have shit to throw at them, also there are matches and fire i dont think thety like fire.

cant leve the cats here i dont wanr them to be zombie chow maybe i can try and carry them to safety nah, not gonna work, i love my cats but theyll scratch me up.

maybe i can hit them with my hardback eldest that might put thad damn book to some good use amirite?! ill yse the brick if worst comes to worst, garotte em with some power cords, maybe electric shock em i dunno. hit em with lieby if my life is in danger otherwise the compy is sacred, i love my compy

lucky for me i live at the top of my condos and my place is the last one theyd come to, max is barking next door and i hope jen and jeff are doing ok.

probably not, argh.

theyre hammeing at the door not much time, kitchenwindow broke and marcos yowling something fierce wish I had a gun, gonna post now this if you never hear from me again rest assured i died like a hero, or at least maybe didn't widdle my pants kk thanks

i love you all

alex

Gor!

Thu, 17 May 2007 01:18:51 GMT

Okay. Hitcher recap coming...soon. Well, soon-ish, once I get around to finishing it. The recap, I mean - seen the movie twice already. xD And I have to watch the deleted scenes and alternate ending, yay. Full of the stuff that was too gory for theaters. Barrie prom was great. I really, really want to go there for reals, but the commute is a bit much. They had virtual bowling at the after-prom and I got to chat with their principal about the finer points of playing PC first-person shooters. xD It was rad. I'll have pics up soon.

Anyway, life's been all right for the past few days. AP Lang exam is DONE, which means no more AP for a while. Yay. In Lang, we ordered a pizza and watched episodes of The Simpsons, so sucks to be everyone who cut class. xP

Going to Rehoboth Beach (the only thing Delaware has that's keeping it from immediate destruction once the planet is mine) on Friday afternoon (literally right out of school) for a funeral. It's not 'til Saturday, but the dumb hotels only do two-day-or-more stays. So we're stuck there for two and a half days, and the weather is going to suck...and no internets. D< Rawr. Probably a good thing Alec's introduction got bumped back to Monday. (And I have made it clear that we are not allowed to pick up hitchhikers, even -- especially -- if they're Sean Bean.)

I have an odd obsession with killing my characters off today.

Speculation on future apps, lol what.

Thu, 10 May 2007 23:47:34 GMT

Okay. To assist in my decision regarding who to app next time, I've decided to write up snippets of sample posts for every character I've been seriously thinking about.

The Lone Power ("Real" Name: Seth Lucian)

Waking up was a new experience for the Lone Power – It didn’t get incapacitated often. Oh, sure, Its avatars got defeated, sometimes killed, but many others survived and peddled the gift of death to the worlds. Being killed was always mildly annoying, but it was merely a workaday trouble anymore, like running out of toner. Every time that happened, It worked on a new way of playing the game. But this was different. For the first time since It got cast out, It felt completely and utterly defeated.

In fact, if It had been a little more familiar with human afflictions, It would say that It was suffering from a hangover.

What in My name is going on? It asked Itself, and then immediately wished It hadn’t. The question caused a budding headache to blossom into a beautiful flower of pain.

That was the first tip-off. Pain, and having a corporeal head with which to feel it, meant that It was in physical form. Judging by Its general shape, It judged that It was probably in Wellakhit or human form. Probably human – It felt slightly stockier and less inclined to wear gauzy, fancy garments than It would have if It were wearing a Wellakhit’s skin.

Thoughts were also coming more slowly to It than they should have. Normally, It wasn’t quite omniscient, but close enough. Now It could only feel one set of perceptions, and that began to stir up an emotion that the Lone Power didn’t recognize.

Fear.

What had They done to It? It was becoming redeemed; surely the other Powers saw that? And They had no authority over It. In fact, the only One who could have taken away Its colocational abilities was the One, the Supreme Entity to which all creatures, even the Powers that Be, were inferior.

It shook Its head and swung Its legs out of the bed. Frowning, It plucked at Its shirt, which was a drab grey. There was a happy face on it.

Well, this wouldn’t do, this wouldn’t do at all. It stared at the shirt, and simply thought it otherwise into Its usual attire (in this form) of a dark suit and crimson tie.

Nothing happened.

Frowning again, It actually willed Its outfit otherwise. Nothing. Then, getting desperate, It closed Its eyes and willed really, really hard to have a suit on. When It opened them, It thought that the fabric may have gotten a little bit darker, but otherwise there was no change. That was more than strange; it was positively mystifying.

Damn and double damn…

Jean Prouvaire ("Real" Name: David Lily)

A firing squad should be enough to kill someone.

But apparently not, as Jean Prouvaire found out, slowly stirring into wakefulness on a sort of bed. Where am I? I'm not in any pain...is this heaven? he asked himself woozily. I felt them...all the bullets pierce me. I can't possibly be alive, can I? Then again, Combeferre was a good doctor; perhaps he was still alive, after all.

He certainly felt alive enough - breathing, a pulse, being able to feel the scratchy sheets on his skin --

Wait. He opened his eyes. His shirt felt different, and the sleeves were short. He'd never seen a fashion like that before. What was more, his waistcoat seemed to be gone, as well as his cravat. And he didn't have any minor cuts or scrapes anymore, either. Curious.

There was little light in the room, save for a thin strip filtering in under the door of the room he was in. Jehan crossed to the door, and tried to open it. Nothing. Apparently he'd been locked in somewhere. This place was far too clean to be any prison he knew of. He'd never actually been to one, but there were stories, horrible stories.

Why would anyone lock me anywhere if this isn't a prison? Surely they would have been able to see that the boy -- for that's what he was, little more than a schoolboy -- posed no threat to anyone, even with a musket.

"Hello?" he asked, and was quite surprised to find that the language that came out of his mouth was not French, but English. English, of all languages. He understood a few words, but nothing more, so why was he speaking it? If it had been Italian, or Latin, say, he could assume that he'd been struck on the head and now spoke in another language by default.

But English?

"John Ryder" (alias, real name unknown, "real" name: Azrael Sinclair) (Yes I am being obvious with his first name, shove it)

It had been a good few days, he thought drowsily. First there had been the man whose name he'd stolen - that one was a boring kill. The man had barely fought back. He'd gotten bored of North Dakota soon after that, and decided to drive down South. Why not?

There was another one down there, too. Not great. That was the problem with people anymore; they lacked spirit, they lacked some fucking fire in their veins that made them want to keep on living.

And then the sky had opened up, and the rain had poured down. In New Mexico, that was a weird thing. But he kept on driving through the night. That is, until, irony of ironies, his car broke down. Of course it hadn't actually been his. He'd gotten it off the man from North Dakota, taking his car along with his name. Too bad about that. So he'd stood outside of the car, waiting for an easy mark, or waiting to die. Whichever.

The Oldsmobile 442 (nice car, he remembered thinking) had come down the road so fast that the driver, probably an idiot college kid, had to throw the car into a 360 just to avoid hitting him. He had been all ready to play the sorry man whose car had broken down (in earnest, for once), but the Oldsmobile had sped away. Shame about that. He finally got to the gas station, and that car was there. Although he didn't believe in such things, this had to be - had to be - fate.

And then the fun had started. His favorite part was when he snapped the cell phone in two with his bare hands. It was always so funny to see the looks on their faces when they realized that their precious fucking technology had been broken beyond repair, and no help was coming, not ever. After that...it had gotten less fun. He'd had the boy wrapped around his little finger, his switchblade poised above the girl's eye, until that dumb college shit had slammed on the brakes and sent his head into the windshield. Once he'd come to on the side of the road, feeling like half the skin had been flayed off of him (being thrown out of a car at 75 mph will do that to you), he decided to follow them, no matter what the cost. This...this was how it was fucking done.

He'd had the good fortune to be picked up by a family of devout, evangelical Christians. Sheeplike folk, but nice enough. He would be helping them more than anything. After all, they wanted to go and see their Savior in Heaven, right? They should have thanked him for speeding along the process. Well, they probably would have, if they'd been able to speak.

The police had managed to think that the kids were the ones who'd done the murder, which made his life so much easier. After killing every policeman in the station (it had been a good day), he'd decided to go and terrorize the little boyfriend, who was huddling down in the cells like a scared child. Pathetic. He'd taunted him a bit, then ran off - no fun killing someone who was in cuffs and behind bars, after all. Sending that pickup truck over the cliff at them had been a stroke of genius, though admittedly not as much as killing that cop and making it look like the bitch girl had done it. What was probably his proudest moment of the day was when he'd taken out the helicopter with a handgun.

It had been ridiculously easy to capture the boy once the couple had been separated. Really, they had no common sense whatsoever. What followed was one of his more creative ways of killing someone (after a failed attempt to solicit sex from the Bitch, but he preferred not to think about that). The boy had pulled apart like a fucking Christmas cracker. His only regret was that he hadn't been able to see it, but the aftermath was extraordinary. All because the Bitch hadn't had the guts to shoot the damn gun she'd held to his head. He'd practically fucking asked her to do it, even.

Prison had been all right, for the brief time he'd been incarcerated. Slitting the guard's throat with his handcuffs had been fun. And then the Bitch finally decided to fight back.

Which brought him back to where he was now. Fuck, he shouldn't even be alive. The Bitch had shot him twice through the Kevlar, and the last thing he remembered was her putting the shotgun to his head.

Oh, fuck, had the Bitch not killed him? What was her fucking problem? What did he have to do to bring out the darkness in her? He was frustrated, incredibly frustrated.

Where was he now? Probably somewhere deep in the bowels of some institution. Maybe a federal penitentiary. Ooh, that would be fun to break out of.

Fuck yeah. Bring it on.

So. Input?

(Expect a recap of The Hitcher next post, bee tee dubs.)

im in ur soul, corrupting ur thoughts (says the Lone Power)

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 20:12:16 GMT

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So. Despite the fact that MY BOYS AIN'T GAY, DAMMIT...well, guess what, they are. Their Gayness Quotient went off the charts when both Peter AND Choppa, mind you (Monty and Jon's voice actors) skipped around the theatre room, hand in hand, singing "What A Wonderful World". My boys. Are so. Gay for each other. *weeps* Oh yeah, and Jon!Sim is really, really, unremittingly gay. It's sad. Monty!Sim retains at least some vestiges of straightness...

Speaking of theatre, we had a sub today. It was fun, 'cause we got to play improv games again.

And this icon makes me happy beyond all measure. Young Wizards FTW!

panem et circenses (English: Mickey D's and WWE tickets)

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 22:37:13 GMT

Yesterday was shit, but nobody wants to hear about it. Today, however, was awesome. I got a 39/40 on the National Latin Exam (which translates into a Nice Big Gold Shiny at some point in the near future), I got called out of Latin to go down to Guidance, where I discovered that I'm now a semi-semi-finalist for the National Merit Scholarship Thingy, we had a nice discussion of evil in AP Lang (which culminated in about half the class probably thinking I'm a psycho killer just waiting to happen), and we had a Burning Tornado Drill during Lang. What is a Burning Tornado Drill, you ask? Why, it's Fairfax County's half-assed timesaving measure to get rid of those pesky required fire and tornado drills in one fell swoop. Devious. Lunch was excellent also (although my body hates me now - four bread rolls and some cake Kristen made in Gourmet Foods may be delicious, but not exactly the best thing to give to someone coming off of a detox. Nonetheless, my inner moocher was content).

In entirely unrelated news, after exams are over and done with, I hereby pledge to write long, amusing, Agony Booth-style reviews of the following movies (some of which may end up submitted to Sixwinter): Eragon, Airborne, Ronin, Patriot Games, Man of the Year (aka The Most Schizophrenic Movie Ever), and GoldenEye. And quite possibly more. Those are just off the top of my head. :P

In conclusion: Man-emotions. Mmm. Beefy. xD

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Thu, 19 Apr 2007 01:34:29 GMT

Happy 48th Birthday, Sean Bean!

(No, seriously. I remembered. *grin* I just didn't have time to ElJay it yesterday.)

Since this entry is NOT backdated, and I am obviously psychic, I shall speak of toda--tomorrow's events. Muahah.

On Monday we got out of school due to extreme winds. And then there was the VT thing, which was very insane and full of WTFery. Any condolences I may offer could sound insincere, so I'll just say that people are scum.

Tues--I mean, today was...eh, all right, I suppose. Everyone was all sad because of VT.

Toda--shit, tomorrow was "eh" as well. Day of Silence. Fun times. I participated, though it made me sad how few people did.

In other news, I am currently wondering why the hell my GoldenEye DVD is sitting in ATLANTA, GEORGIA. WTF, USPS? It was in Bethesda about four days ago. That's what, twenty miles away, tops? Even going via Beltway? So why the bloody hell did they send it to Atlanta? See, I'm pissed, because I wanted to celebrate Beany's birthday with the DVD. Oh well, it can be a belated celebration.

If I don't get my DVD tomorrow, I will cry real tears.

and the waiting continues.

Mon, 16 Apr 2007 01:54:02 GMT

So. I want to write slash. And slash of a certain pairing. Trouble is...whenever I try...my muse for one of those characters immediately smacks me around and tries to kill me. And since I need him for at least a little while longer...well...it ain't happening, unless I can trick him somewhere else. But how do you trick part of your own mind into ignoring you?

And by the way, that's a serious question.

Re: New episode of SG-1: WTFBBQ MERLIN. And Daniel is a Jedi. Glee.

ohshi--

Sat, 14 Apr 2007 05:30:27 GMT

Just sent off my Landamned application...may God have mercy on my soul. *crosses fingers* Now for the waiting. Which is the really unbearable part. *whine* I hope my DVD gets here soon so it can take my mind off of Imminent Doom. I should basically set myself up to accept rejection, so I can be pleasantly surprised in the event that I do get in. Not a very positive way of looking at it, but a realistic one. God, I am depressing to talk to sometimes.

So cheer for me, people. I could use it.

Sara's party tomorrow!

sicky = ungood.

Tue, 10 Apr 2007 17:28:23 GMT

Uncyclopedia makes me happy. xD As you may have gathered, I am sicky and staying home today. And I don't mean "Haha, oops, I didn't do that AP packet" sick (even though I didn't), but I mean sick. I mean sore throat, nose dripping like Niagara Falls, achy, flu-like death-on-a-bun sick.

Dear lord baby Jesus, it's HARD to find good pictures of Trevelyan on the internets anymore. Time for me to go through the old hard drives and see what I have stored. Headshots are easy, but there's this one pic I'm looking for, a promotional photo, with both Bond and Trevelyan back to back, toting AKs and looking generally badass. It used to be everywhere! Now...now it isn't. I wonder if I have it saved. *drags out the old hard drive* No, no, I don't. Of course, I can't send my application in until there's a few good photos...and wouldn't you know it, bean-box.com's GoldenEye section is down. >_> I have a nice black-and-white headshot of Alec from mi6.co.uk, but they want color...and I need one that showcases his scar, too. I think I just might have to cap it from my DVD. Hooray DVD.

Speaking of DVDs, I just ordered my GoldenEye: Special Shiny Happy Rainbow Unicorn Sunshine Edition off of Amazon, so I'm a happy camper. It might get here as early as Friday. :D

EDIT: From the Wikipedia: "As of early 2007, [Sean Bean] is considered to do the role of either Solid Snake or Liquid Snake based from the popular Konami titles of the Metal Gear Solid series. The movie is supposed to be released in 2008."

...HOMG. SEAN BEAN AS SOLID SNAKE. EPIC WIIIIIN.

"You all act like you've never seen a white person before."

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 01:18:03 GMT

I am never allowed to watch The Wonder Pets (hereby known as the Most Annoying Kids' Show Ever) ever again, especially not when in a dodgy frame of mind. I hear certain lines, and then my sick and twisted little mind turns them into incredibly pervy things. And no, I won't share with you what these pervy things are. Dora the Explorer is fair game, though, because as soon as Josie gets old enough to operate a TV, that'll be all she wants to watch. She already has an unhealthy obsession with Dora merchandise. And Nick Jr. really started to suck once they got rid of Face and put that annoying possum-thing Piper in his place. I miss Faaaaaace.

Is it just me, or is the Map trying to kill them? I mean, he sends Dora to cross Crocodile Lake and across a rickety rope bridge with trolls living under it to get to the "Super-Duper Fix-It Machine", which for some reason is sitting out in the middle of nowhere, exposed to the elements. I'm trying to apply logic to the world of Dora the Explorer. Something's wrong with me. And what the hell kind of animal is Tico? I want to say a purple aardvark - no, no, he has a bushy tail. Some sort of short, pudgy, bucktoothed fox? And why can he drive a car? Oh, holy shit. They have a DISCO STAR. This is officially the best kids' show on at eleven-thirty in the morning.

Totally off-topic, but "Mad World" by Gary Jules is an incredibly mellow, sad, and grey song. And I love it. (You may know it from those Gears of War commercials.)

yawn

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 06:17:29 GMT

What. The. Hell. I'm watching Blue's Clues (don't ask why), and guess who was the musical letter guest?

They Might Be Giants.

Yeah. Pretty WTF there.

Ooh! Hey! It's my cat's birthday! Happy Birthday, Cat! :D (When I wrote this on April 4th, I mean.)

So what's up in my life? Not much. Hung out with Meredyth for a day or so. We watched lots of James Bond movies, which is always fun. And I've been bored off my ass at home for the past couple of days, as evidenced by me watching Blue's Clues. Oh, here was my "Symptoms" list from being inactive on the VI for, like, ever:

"Coughing, Lots of Sneezing, Really Stuffed Nose, Horrible Fever, Intense Stomach Pains, Lots of Boils, Coughing Up Blood, Rashes, Lots of Boils, Lots of Boils, Rashes, Lots of Boils, More Intense Pains, More Intense Pains, Lots of Boils, Sores, Sores, Lots of Boils, Lots of Boils, Rashes, Rashes, Rashes, More Intense Pains, More Intense Pains". Ouch. Sorry, Beri...

Oh yeah, and LazyTown freaking ROCKS.

Flaming Szechuan Pickle

GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS?!

Fuck.

Spring Break, but not.

Fuck you, Eric Van Lustbader!

Two "hell yeah"s, one "fuck no".

Katsucon and an astounding revelation

Yum yum candy, Mk II!

from the dardanelles to the mountains of peru

Save yourself a penny for the ferryman~

I am the Alpha Bitch. :o

Zomg!

Senior year = crap on a stick.

The College Tour of Ultimate Doom!

All I can say is that the drugs don't work no more

ohshi--

Gor!

Speculation on future apps, lol what.

im in ur soul, corrupting ur thoughts (says the Lone Power)

panem et circenses (English: Mickey D's and WWE tickets)

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and the waiting continues.

ohshi--

sicky = ungood.

"You all act like you've never seen a white person before."

*yawn*

yawn