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Dude.
Dude.
So I just e-mailed my Film Noir professor to see if I can get out of the screening for that night. Because even if this isn't a Big Serious Deal, it is a great chance to get some experience.
Other news of the day, I went to the Keep and it was raining. And I was very very dripping wet by the time I got in there. George, strange boy that he is, offers me "a paper towel or something?" while I wring my braid out on the porch. o_O k. Once I got in there and started browsing, though, and he realized I wasn't going to run away screaming, or stab him in the leg, or something, he meandered over and we had a nice chat about various dorky comic things like how Flash fanboys Batman and Frank Miller is scary. And Alfred wins at lifetheuniverseandeverything. Made plans for me to lend him my TAS Vol. 1, and burn them for him when I get a hold of blanks. By the time the rain had stuck me in there a good hour and a half, he was actually Not Totally Rabbitty and Frightened. I think I have mostly the guys to thank for that, through a combination of cracking jokes about trapping me in a meat-locker (do not ask) and the debate over whether Allison Mack or Kristin Kreuk was the better reason to watch Smallville (I put in my vote for Allison Mack, referencing the fact that cardigans just aren't that sexy).
Rain let up, I headed back to the dorm.
MUST FINISH FICATHON BEFORE READING COMICS. Good girl. Now, go to dinner.
Dude.
Dude.
So I just e-mailed my Film Noir professor to see if I can get out of the screening for that night. Because even if this isn't a Big Serious Deal, it is a great chance to get some experience.
Other news of the day, I went to the Keep and it was raining. And I was very very dripping wet by the time I got in there. George, strange boy that he is, offers me "a paper towel or something?" while I wring my braid out on the porch. o_O k. Once I got in there and started browsing, though, and he realized I wasn't going to run away screaming, or stab him in the leg, or something, he meandered over and we had a nice chat about various dorky comic things like how Flash fanboys Batman and Frank Miller is scary. And Alfred wins at lifetheuniverseandeverything. Made plans for me to lend him my TAS Vol. 1, and burn them for him when I get a hold of blanks. By the time the rain had stuck me in there a good hour and a half, he was actually Not Totally Rabbitty and Frightened. I think I have mostly the guys to thank for that, through a combination of cracking jokes about trapping me in a meat-locker (do not ask) and the debate over whether Allison Mack or Kristin Kreuk was the better reason to watch Smallville (I put in my vote for Allison Mack, referencing the fact that cardigans just aren't that sexy).
Rain let up, I headed back to the dorm.
MUST FINISH FICATHON BEFORE READING COMICS. Good girl. Now, go to dinner.
beware the impending Batman Returns icon deluge. I tell you this now so that I jinx it for later.
in other news, I went to the dining hall for coffee and dirt cake (gummi worms yay!), and while I was there my FICATHON FIC REROUTED ITSELF. I AM CONFUSED. and I really, really want to have this done by the end of the weekend, so the rerouting is not so much cool.
I think I will finish TDKR (which style is about 20 times awesomer now that I've seen Sin City because I get Frank Miller's art now) and go to the comic store tomorrow, but then not allow myself to actually read any of the new comics until THE FIC IS DONE. OMFG.
that is all.
in other news, I went to the dining hall for coffee and dirt cake (gummi worms yay!), and while I was there my FICATHON FIC REROUTED ITSELF. I AM CONFUSED. and I really, really want to have this done by the end of the weekend, so the rerouting is not so much cool.
I think I will finish TDKR (which style is about 20 times awesomer now that I've seen Sin City because I get Frank Miller's art now) and go to the comic store tomorrow, but then not allow myself to actually read any of the new comics until THE FIC IS DONE. OMFG.
that is all.
and can I just say it is a wonderful thing hearing Julie Andrews say that? I need to get my hands on that movie again. I do so love it.
...but I have strayed from my original purpose. of whining.
because it is a Friday right 'round noon, and I am bored as a block of wood at a termite convention.
my cd/dvd reader/writer's fab, but I have no blank discs for burning and nothing I care to watch just now.
my Skype's all set, but there's no-one to talk to.
I finally got the B/D out, and I haven't heard a word (well, ok, heard a couple. it was nice *g*).
trillian's hooked up as usual, and there's a striking lack of omg anyone.
I've got time for once to work on my ficathon piece, and the muses aren't budging.
same goes for the airport xover
and Straw Men
and Pygmalion
and all other WIPs.
I think it may be time for The Dark Knight Returns and a bit of a nap.
please ping me, though, on either of the above media, because I would so very much like to hear from you. info's in my info.
...but I have strayed from my original purpose. of whining.
because it is a Friday right 'round noon, and I am bored as a block of wood at a termite convention.
my cd/dvd reader/writer's fab, but I have no blank discs for burning and nothing I care to watch just now.
my Skype's all set, but there's no-one to talk to.
I finally got the B/D out, and I haven't heard a word (well, ok, heard a couple. it was nice *g*).
trillian's hooked up as usual, and there's a striking lack of omg anyone.
I've got time for once to work on my ficathon piece, and the muses aren't budging.
same goes for the airport xover
and Straw Men
and Pygmalion
and all other WIPs.
I think it may be time for The Dark Knight Returns and a bit of a nap.
please ping me, though, on either of the above media, because I would so very much like to hear from you. info's in my info.
because spamming sorta keeps me awake.
1- I finally made Ducard do 680 words of NOT BEING A TOTALLY SHITTY DEFIANT MUSE.
2- These bluebooks are REALLY TINY. wtf?
3- When I finish this midterm takehome it is totally coasting time. And finishing ficathon piece this weekend!
4- I still need the combined audio of I Was Hoping and the Batman Begins movie just to shut my brain up and keep me going. Attention deficit much?
5- I still smell pot.
MY COFFEE MUG IS GROSS BECAUSE I LEFT IT SITTING HERE ALL WEEK.
Damnit.
1- I finally made Ducard do 680 words of NOT BEING A TOTALLY SHITTY DEFIANT MUSE.
2- These bluebooks are REALLY TINY. wtf?
3- When I finish this midterm takehome it is totally coasting time. And finishing ficathon piece this weekend!
4- I still need the combined audio of I Was Hoping and the Batman Begins movie just to shut my brain up and keep me going. Attention deficit much?
5- I still smell pot.
MY COFFEE MUG IS GROSS BECAUSE I LEFT IT SITTING HERE ALL WEEK.
Damnit.
I smell pot.
am apparently clairvoyant.
have headache.
am also v. unproductive.
still have headache.
got more Faure...
...and a headache.
goddamnit, Ducard!muse, I shall never work with you again. ever. we just don't click. rrrrrarrrrrrr... .::scribbles at Notepad more::.
am apparently clairvoyant.
have headache.
am also v. unproductive.
still have headache.
got more Faure...
...and a headache.
goddamnit, Ducard!muse, I shall never work with you again. ever. we just don't click. rrrrrarrrrrrr... .::scribbles at Notepad more::.
psychic vi-ibratio-o-o-ons, alfred
Oct. 13th, 2005 12:43 amhere is the long-threatened SqeeFest. also, some icons.
The Squee:
Skypeing mic came in over the weekend!
Finished my midterm paper!
Had kale-and-some-other-stuff soup (v. tasty) with lunch!
Breakfast on Pluto hardback came in today!
Installed software / driver for New Toy!
Am watching TAS Volume 1!
Did I mention Breakfast on Pluto hardback came in today?
And... other stuff! That I have since forgotten!
Got some (v. little) writing done!
Will finish![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
batslash obligationette before bed!
Icons!:
( 7 Batman, all the same base, from SC: Y1 (#1) )
adieu! to work with me!
The Squee:
Skypeing mic came in over the weekend!
Finished my midterm paper!
Had kale-and-some-other-stuff soup (v. tasty) with lunch!
Breakfast on Pluto hardback came in today!
Installed software / driver for New Toy!
Am watching TAS Volume 1!
Did I mention Breakfast on Pluto hardback came in today?
And... other stuff! That I have since forgotten!
Got some (v. little) writing done!
Will finish
batslash obligationette before bed!Icons!:
( 7 Batman, all the same base, from SC: Y1 (#1) )
adieu! to work with me!
Question:
Say they (the Big They in the Sky, probably WB)'re making a live-action Batman Beyond movie.*
Who plays Terry?
*They're really not, damnitall, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wormmonabc got me wondering.
Say they (the Big They in the Sky, probably WB)'re making a live-action Batman Beyond movie.*
Who plays Terry?
*They're really not, damnitall, but
wormmonabc got me wondering.
things look beautiful when they're so new
Oct. 12th, 2005 04:38 pmI am currently typing this with my ear planted on my laptop speakers. ...boy needs to learn to project, damnit! so, typing one-handed left-handed -- forgive the typos.
...actually, this is way too much work. i'll post the squee attack when i'm no longer playing this song on loop.
...actually, this is way too much work. i'll post the squee attack when i'm no longer playing this song on loop.
All jetways into the gates at the Portland Jetport bear the same banner (and have since I first visited in November '04, and I agreed with it then too): "Welcome Home." Please excuse my happy sigh.
Today's schedule, in (kinda) short, was:
6:00 AM Wake up, pack
7:15 AM Feed dog, leave for park 'n' ride
7:55 AM Catch shuttle coach to O'Hare
10:10 AM Arrive, check in (wait in line, daydream about Red Eye because that's what makes airports not suck, wait more in line)
11:45 AM Get to gate, pull out reading for queer history midterm paper, laugh as people get minor neck injuries trying to make sure they're reading that title right (yes, it's Female Transvestism in Early Modern Europe. but Immodest Acts (The Life of a Lesbian Nun in Renaissance Italy) is much dirtier), wonder how so many bajillions of people understand Japanese. whoah. (the flight before mine was to Osaka)
1:10 PM Get on GINORMOUS plane (a 777, dudenesses), sleep through flight
4:15 PM Arrive at Dulles, find gate, pretend to work on midterm, resort to writing crossover!airplane!hitman!porn crazies, forget to pick up food of any sort
7:10 PM Get on TEENYWEENY PUDDLEJUMPER (totally forgot the model, but I know from memory it's the same one that makes the hop from Mitchell Int'l (Milw.) to O'Hare), chat with next-seat neighbour who also owes a Bowdoin midterm tomorrow, sleep through flight when possible (those puddlejumpers are spazzy, yo!)
8:45 PM Arrive at Portland Jetport, call da, meet George, finish call w/ da, get baggage, ride back to campus in George's father's batmobile (*snerk* -- he started it!), have interesting chat in which he pegs me as a Pirates fan without my mentioning a word of it. and then we squee about Paul Bettany.
10:00 PM Arrive HOME, FINALLY, Maine Dorm, Bowdoin College, Brunswick, ME
Random accounts of my stay at house, New Berlin, WI will probably pop up after I've battled this paper and the Econ exam and finally finished my ficathon piece and the B/D that I'm apparently on the hook for atbatslash.
sentiment d'escalier: he's the kind of guy who will pick you up in the airport when you've only just called about it that morning, and not say a word about the fact that you're wearing a paint-stained old sweatshirt, messy twice-napped-on hair, and a pair of your brother's baggiest jeans. and then he will lend you a TPB.
Today's schedule, in (kinda) short, was:
6:00 AM Wake up, pack
7:15 AM Feed dog, leave for park 'n' ride
7:55 AM Catch shuttle coach to O'Hare
10:10 AM Arrive, check in (wait in line, daydream about Red Eye because that's what makes airports not suck, wait more in line)
11:45 AM Get to gate, pull out reading for queer history midterm paper, laugh as people get minor neck injuries trying to make sure they're reading that title right (yes, it's Female Transvestism in Early Modern Europe. but Immodest Acts (The Life of a Lesbian Nun in Renaissance Italy) is much dirtier), wonder how so many bajillions of people understand Japanese. whoah. (the flight before mine was to Osaka)
1:10 PM Get on GINORMOUS plane (a 777, dudenesses), sleep through flight
4:15 PM Arrive at Dulles, find gate, pretend to work on midterm, resort to writing crossover!airplane!hitman!porn crazies, forget to pick up food of any sort
7:10 PM Get on TEENYWEENY PUDDLEJUMPER (totally forgot the model, but I know from memory it's the same one that makes the hop from Mitchell Int'l (Milw.) to O'Hare), chat with next-seat neighbour who also owes a Bowdoin midterm tomorrow, sleep through flight when possible (those puddlejumpers are spazzy, yo!)
8:45 PM Arrive at Portland Jetport, call da, meet George, finish call w/ da, get baggage, ride back to campus in George's father's batmobile (*snerk* -- he started it!), have interesting chat in which he pegs me as a Pirates fan without my mentioning a word of it. and then we squee about Paul Bettany.
10:00 PM Arrive HOME, FINALLY, Maine Dorm, Bowdoin College, Brunswick, ME
Random accounts of my stay at house, New Berlin, WI will probably pop up after I've battled this paper and the Econ exam and finally finished my ficathon piece and the B/D that I'm apparently on the hook for at
batslash.sentiment d'escalier: he's the kind of guy who will pick you up in the airport when you've only just called about it that morning, and not say a word about the fact that you're wearing a paint-stained old sweatshirt, messy twice-napped-on hair, and a pair of your brother's baggiest jeans. and then he will lend you a TPB.
catch the sun / before it's gone
Oct. 11th, 2005 03:38 amI usually don't do this, but I was an ass and waited a solid long time to friend you two back, so:
welcome along,johanirae and ladyhamilton! feel free to read, comment, and/or run away screaming as you see fit. I don't mind, as a general rule.
in other news, I'm almost certainly coming down with Strep or Something Similar. oh joy of joys.
(and are we liking how I'm spamming to death to make up for the few days' ignoring? wow. such a loser, Mel!)
welcome along,
johanirae and ladyhamilton! feel free to read, comment, and/or run away screaming as you see fit. I don't mind, as a general rule.in other news, I'm almost certainly coming down with Strep or Something Similar. oh joy of joys.
(and are we liking how I'm spamming to death to make up for the few days' ignoring? wow. such a loser, Mel!)
Janeite Wit Bites Back
Oct. 11th, 2005 01:31 amEw, Austenwank. Careful, dear critics. We snub the uncultured like you for breakfast.
Though I'm sure they're just jealous because Janeites get the best hotels.
(thank you AustenBlog, as usual)
Though I'm sure they're just jealous because Janeites get the best hotels.
(thank you AustenBlog, as usual)
[memestructions: type "(yournamehere) needs" into a google browser. click search. share results.]
Gacked from... what, you expect me to remember? Crazy freaks.
Mel Needs, organized into a Top 15 list w/ minor chatter because damnz I have no life.
15: MEL NEEDS A HOME.
14: Mel needs a break.
13: Mel needs to stop acting like 50 cent is such a noble man. -- izze'WHAT? um. sure, k.
12: MEL NEEDS YOUR HELP NOW. -- yeah, apparently; see 13.
11: Mel needs companionship and a lot of affection.
10: Mel needs time away from everyone, you see? -- oh, yes, that (11 + 10) makes total sense. mmhm
9:Mel Needs Money For Xmas Presents. -- true.
8: Mel needs the comfort of a pint or two. -- I wish.
7: Mel needs to go easy on the weight-lifting.
6: Mel needs HELP!! -- again may I cite 13?
And now we're into the Top Five:
5: Mel needs an English class. -- well fuck you.
4: Mel needs to become more tolerant, especially of emotions.
3: Mel needs to take a chill pill. -- ooh, who's intolerant now?
2: Mel needs a damn good fu[c]k. -- AHAHAHAHAHAHAH yes.
But the top, very best, most fantastic, Number One MelNeeds Google Truth is...:
( (drumroll please) )
--
also, fyi, clearly I got to Milwaukee safe. It's been Busy (but for the vast majority of the time Good as well). I have a small shitload of stuff to do before tomorrow morning. ngakk. oh but I FINALLY GOT THE PROM PICTURES FROM JOHN. so those will go up when I get my New Toy all figgered. and my crazy-ass paper written. and so forth.
oh, and Sin City? INCREDIBLE MOVIE. thankyou.
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ETA: I ALMOST FORGOT! HONORABLE MENTION! technically was google find # 16, but I thought it deserved mention:
Mel needs to send illegal arms to a third world country.
Gacked from... what, you expect me to remember? Crazy freaks.
Mel Needs, organized into a Top 15 list w/ minor chatter because damnz I have no life.
15: MEL NEEDS A HOME.
14: Mel needs a break.
13: Mel needs to stop acting like 50 cent is such a noble man. -- izze'WHAT? um. sure, k.
12: MEL NEEDS YOUR HELP NOW. -- yeah, apparently; see 13.
11: Mel needs companionship and a lot of affection.
10: Mel needs time away from everyone, you see? -- oh, yes, that (11 + 10) makes total sense. mmhm
9:Mel Needs Money For Xmas Presents. -- true.
8: Mel needs the comfort of a pint or two. -- I wish.
7: Mel needs to go easy on the weight-lifting.
6: Mel needs HELP!! -- again may I cite 13?
And now we're into the Top Five:
5: Mel needs an English class. -- well fuck you.
4: Mel needs to become more tolerant, especially of emotions.
3: Mel needs to take a chill pill. -- ooh, who's intolerant now?
2: Mel needs a damn good fu[c]k. -- AHAHAHAHAHAHAH yes.
But the top, very best, most fantastic, Number One MelNeeds Google Truth is...:
( (drumroll please) )
--
also, fyi, clearly I got to Milwaukee safe. It's been Busy (but for the vast majority of the time Good as well). I have a small shitload of stuff to do before tomorrow morning. ngakk. oh but I FINALLY GOT THE PROM PICTURES FROM JOHN. so those will go up when I get my New Toy all figgered. and my crazy-ass paper written. and so forth.
oh, and Sin City? INCREDIBLE MOVIE. thankyou.
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ETA: I ALMOST FORGOT! HONORABLE MENTION! technically was google find # 16, but I thought it deserved mention:
Mel needs to send illegal arms to a third world country.
I have this incredible craving to watch Red Eye. Because thinking about it was the only thing that got me through today.
I got on my plane for DC, waited half an hour, they taxi'd us out, captain announced an hour and a half delay. Then another one. Then they brought the beverage cart around. Took us back to the gate. Unloaded us. And we all got to stand in a line and figure out where the hell we were going for the night and when.
Really fucking long story short, I'm actually flying to Philly tomorrow at 11:45, and then from Philly to Milwaukee and I get in at 3:15. Means JASNA's SNAFU. And the employee who was supposed to be taking care of me ran away and left me sitting in the terminal from 8 to 11, reading Batman and calling da and Kim Wilson and buying a bag of honey-mustard & onion pretzels from the overpriced vending machine. Finally I found my quarry, or rather another emp found her for me, and she finalized my reservations and now I'm at the Embassy Suites. And I have never been so appreciative to have someone call me "Miss Nugent" and open the door for me and take my bags and say, "My pleasure," in all my life. I nearly cried I was so happy to walk down the clean, lucious, hotel-smelling hallway.
And yet, I am still fucked against a wall sideways when it comes to JASNA AGM tomorrow. I'm going to call Kim when I get in, and we'll put together a plan to see if I can hit some displays Sunday.
I just...
have a headache.
(but what I wouldn't have given to spot a certain sinister Irish gentleman around the Portland Jetport!)
Good night.
I got on my plane for DC, waited half an hour, they taxi'd us out, captain announced an hour and a half delay. Then another one. Then they brought the beverage cart around. Took us back to the gate. Unloaded us. And we all got to stand in a line and figure out where the hell we were going for the night and when.
Really fucking long story short, I'm actually flying to Philly tomorrow at 11:45, and then from Philly to Milwaukee and I get in at 3:15. Means JASNA's SNAFU. And the employee who was supposed to be taking care of me ran away and left me sitting in the terminal from 8 to 11, reading Batman and calling da and Kim Wilson and buying a bag of honey-mustard & onion pretzels from the overpriced vending machine. Finally I found my quarry, or rather another emp found her for me, and she finalized my reservations and now I'm at the Embassy Suites. And I have never been so appreciative to have someone call me "Miss Nugent" and open the door for me and take my bags and say, "My pleasure," in all my life. I nearly cried I was so happy to walk down the clean, lucious, hotel-smelling hallway.
And yet, I am still fucked against a wall sideways when it comes to JASNA AGM tomorrow. I'm going to call Kim when I get in, and we'll put together a plan to see if I can hit some displays Sunday.
I just...
have a headache.
(but what I wouldn't have given to spot a certain sinister Irish gentleman around the Portland Jetport!)
Good night.
LONG POST. HYPER CHILD. GREEN PANTIES?
Oct. 7th, 2005 12:28 am.::vaults a piece of tomato across the couch::.
...sorry. hi. pizza issues. k.
So this evening was one of those nice evenings. Finished The Illustration, which will be posted to wayne_crane, and then right at the end of that our chunk of the network buggered off. So I migrated to the couch/coffee table to listen to my current playlist (Kasabian, Breakfast on Pluto AST, Ell's 80's Wayne-Crane list, and ... the other chunk o' songskittenbraden sent me) and set Batman Begins on for visual.
--Listen, I have ADHD, ok?
Anyway. Marie came in right around... the end of the trial where Cranelooks sexy is a snarky bastard makes an appearance, and we decided to turn on the audio and watch the rest together. Yay!*
Somewhere between Drunken Billionaire Burns Down Home and Gotham getting its terrified collective ass royally kicked, Gmail bleeped and the internet was back, and a sense of relief flooded the dorm. So we finished the movie, and I went to Jack Magee's for pizza and diet coke, and brought it back to the room and here I am.
And I bet you're fantastically BORED right now.
Well, suck it up. I HAVE A NEW TOY. CD/DVD reader/writer that I ordered from Amazon came today. Along with a huge box all full of Halloween candy from my Most Awesome cousin in Chicago. Breakfast on Pluto hardback and the skypeing mic should drop in while I'm at home this weekend.
George called while I was at class and was a silly comic boy. I'll stop in at the Keep tomorrow before I catch the bus to the airport.
Ok I totally have to write a Film Noir paper now.
Bye.
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*(p.s. to quote Marie, "Melody, everything's about Batman with you, isn't it?" Well, I said, "No, of course not! ...There are boats.")
...sorry. hi. pizza issues. k.
So this evening was one of those nice evenings. Finished The Illustration, which will be posted to wayne_crane, and then right at the end of that our chunk of the network buggered off. So I migrated to the couch/coffee table to listen to my current playlist (Kasabian, Breakfast on Pluto AST, Ell's 80's Wayne-Crane list, and ... the other chunk o' songs
kittenbraden sent me) and set Batman Begins on for visual.--Listen, I have ADHD, ok?
Anyway. Marie came in right around... the end of the trial where Crane
Somewhere between Drunken Billionaire Burns Down Home and Gotham getting its terrified collective ass royally kicked, Gmail bleeped and the internet was back, and a sense of relief flooded the dorm. So we finished the movie, and I went to Jack Magee's for pizza and diet coke, and brought it back to the room and here I am.
And I bet you're fantastically BORED right now.
Well, suck it up. I HAVE A NEW TOY. CD/DVD reader/writer that I ordered from Amazon came today. Along with a huge box all full of Halloween candy from my Most Awesome cousin in Chicago. Breakfast on Pluto hardback and the skypeing mic should drop in while I'm at home this weekend.
George called while I was at class and was a silly comic boy. I'll stop in at the Keep tomorrow before I catch the bus to the airport.
Ok I totally have to write a Film Noir paper now.
Bye.
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*(p.s. to quote Marie, "Melody, everything's about Batman with you, isn't it?" Well, I said, "No, of course not! ...There are boats.")
Whoah. Nick Cage named his kid Kal-El?
(Yeah, I know I'm late on this. Damned "Bowdoin Bubble")
I think that beats Gwen's 'Apple' thing.
And is very cool. And... retarded. Hee.
Oh, taking applications for as many versions as people can find of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" -- I have the Bonnie Tyler, and the DotV with Steve Barton and Elaine Caswell, and probably the US cast DotV. But... any others? *gimme hands* I'll swap, gladly...
(in other news I totally lovejohanirae)
ETA: Also, "Lola". Would kill/die/sleep with for that song.
ETA2: Bowdoin PWNS at alumni/ae (note: Hawthorne, Longfellow, Kinsey), CONT'D. omfg booyah.
(Yeah, I know I'm late on this. Damned "Bowdoin Bubble")
I think that beats Gwen's 'Apple' thing.
And is very cool. And... retarded. Hee.
Oh, taking applications for as many versions as people can find of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" -- I have the Bonnie Tyler, and the DotV with Steve Barton and Elaine Caswell, and probably the US cast DotV. But... any others? *gimme hands* I'll swap, gladly...
(in other news I totally love
johanirae)ETA: Also, "Lola". Would kill/die/sleep with for that song.
ETA2: Bowdoin PWNS at alumni/ae (note: Hawthorne, Longfellow, Kinsey), CONT'D. omfg booyah.
somewhere over the rainbow
Oct. 5th, 2005 02:16 amausten_15 reminded me (as though I haven't been bouncing about it constantly) that JASNA happens soon!Ooh, I am so fantastically excited. All I need is a ride to the airport, which if push comes to shove can happen via bus, and then mum's picking me up in Chicago (so I don't have to take the shuttle to Milwaukee)! Vivs and I have plans for much sisterly movie time, including The Corpse Bride (finally!), but that will have to happen Sunday.
Because I'm going to tumble into bed by the time I get home (probably suspiciously close to midnight!) and be up early for the AGM...
Kim Wilson and I have been back-and-forthing about the fashion show, and it looks like no matter what we'll have some darling dresses to wear! I can't wait!
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I apparently wrote something last night without knowing it. Slightly frightening. I can't quite get over it, which is surely annoying my poor IM-ers.
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DVD reader/writer scheduled to arrive on Thursday! This is a very happy chica!
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I can't decide whether to go to bed now or not. I don't think I'm tired. Which makes sense given my minor hibernation stint -- crashed at 3 in the morning, fell out of bed at 11:09 and stumbled off to bag-lunch and a class, then fell back into bed around 1 and woke up at quarter to seven for dinner. Then tried to nap at 8ishly after yelling at muses, failed, wrote, and now it's 2:30 wtf.
Well, I do have a headache, so at least that's going according to schedule.
...
OMFG PRONOUNS, YOU GUYS.
it's crazy.
.::goes back to MS Word::.
OMFG PRONOUNS, YOU GUYS.
it's crazy.
.::goes back to MS Word::.
Drink-and-Dial v. "macadamia nut w/ sugar"
Oct. 3rd, 2005 05:44 amIt has come to my attention that someone may in fact have to give me a crash course on dating. You know, simple things like "get the stick out of your ass," "you can eat things that aren't french onion soup," "yes, he is looking at your corset," and "check your voicemail"...
...Actually, in that line, "upon checking your voicemail at 4:30 Monday morning and finding a message from 6:45 Friday night, do not call and make a ridiculous dork of yourself a la leaving a message that only a brain on far too little sleep and too many cups of coffee could comprehend...
-- ok, really, just "check your voicemail".
I am retarded.
...Actually, in that line, "upon checking your voicemail at 4:30 Monday morning and finding a message from 6:45 Friday night, do not call and make a ridiculous dork of yourself a la leaving a message that only a brain on far too little sleep and too many cups of coffee could comprehend...
-- ok, really, just "check your voicemail".
I am retarded.
