Wednesday, January 31, 2007

My birthday is tomorrow. ^_^

Yeah. Tomorrow, bitches. I'll be nine-fucking-teen. God I feel old.


My room is really hot. But I'm not complaining, 'cause it's cold outside. Like, five degrees cold. Fahrenheit, that is. And with the windchill, it's eight below. And of course, I was a slacker and missed dinner, so now my options are Easy Mac, ramen, or braving the vast frozen wasteland that is this campus to go to the Gizmo for something greasy, unhealthy, and disproportionately delicious. The jury's still out on whether or not it's worth it.

Although, I must say I'm quite proud of myself. I actually did not miss dinner as a result of slacking---I was cleaning. My side of the room is now quite organized. Livable, even. Now I just have to do my dishes and it'll be perfect.

Also, a bit of joyous celebration---I went home for a visit this weekend and my family had a little early birthday shindig for me, and my mother, beautiful woman that she is, got me *wait for it* a digital camera. Hellz yes! So long, four dollar masterpiece maker! I gots da technology now!

On a slightly sadder note, my mother, wonderful though she be, also did something nigh unforgivable this weekend. She stole my kickass wonderful hat (the one from Stratford, for those who've seen it) and washed it. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for clean hats. But she washed it in the washing machine, and it SHRANK! Now it hardly even covers my ears! And it's all misshapen too! I've been reduced to my boring blue sock cap, which does not match my comfy scarf in any way, shape, or form. It's horrible.

And there's a hole in my jeans. I hate patching jeans.

But anyway, enough of this depressing talk, for I have a birthday for which to prepare!

And now, I think I must be off---the call of the Gizmo has grown stronger than my fear of frostbite. Wish me luck!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

The (sexy) Illusionist

So I'm just back from watching The Illusionist w/a bunch of people over in Seymour, and I must say, that was a really cool movie! I wanna watch it again. I mean, the plot twist was a little contrived there at the end, but it was still fun. And plot entirely aside, it was such a pretty movie! And not just because Edward Norton is hot sex on a stick (though that did help). It was just very aesthetically pleasing.

That said, the more I see of her, the more I really just don't like Jessica Biel. She's just not that good an actress. And, I have to admit, every time I saw Paul Giamatti, I thought, "It's the blue guy from Big Fat Liar!" So I really can't say much about his acting skills. The poor man could do a heart-wrenching, Oscar-winning performance in some big, epic drama about something very serious, and I wouldn't notice, because he'll always be Marty Wolf to me. Sorry Paul.

Oh and back to The Illusionist---I really liked the music.

So anyway, that's two thumbs up from this little black duck.

Monday, January 22, 2007

I'm really thick sometimes.

Ahahahaha. So I've been having a blond six years or so. Just now figured out what this song's about, and I must say, lmfao mate, LMFuckingAO. I love it.

It's Only Me (the Wizard of Magicland) - Barenaked Ladies

Speaking as a guy who's really
Got it going on,
It's only natural,
It's only me.

Take it from a fella
Who's been 'round the block
So many times he's knows the only parking spot that's free.
It's only me.

You can say I've tried everything
I'd save on the wedding ring
Who knows me half as well as me?

I'm not anti-social
And it's nothing that's reproachful
It's just natural,
It's only me.

I can't think of anybody else I'd rather
Spend some one on one time with,
It's not that hard to see,
It's only me.

I'm the me in monogamy
I'm not asking a lot of me
I give me R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

And if your heart is broken
You can just do what you do best
You can just do what you do,
When your heart is broken
Trust in the one who loves you
Never put others above you

I thought I was using me
To get to you
But this is true.
I'm natural, it's only me.

They say you'll never love another
'Til you love yourself,
Well, brother I'm in love with everyone I see.
It's only me.

You could say I've tried every thing
I'd save on the wedding ring
Who knows me half as well as me?
I'm the me in monogamy
I'm not asking a lot of me
I give me R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

the madness of the shrub

So you may have heard by now, if you're not hiding under a rock yet (I have the internet and cable TV under my rock), that the Shrub wants to send 20,000 more troops to Iraq. Joy.


What is this supposed to accomplish, exactly? And don't just skim over that, think about it. It's not a rhetorical question. What is our goal? A goal is an important thing to have when you're putting lives in danger; most people don't take that kind of thing lightly. However, The impression just keeps growing stronger (to me anyway) that our intrepid leader hasn't got a clue. And the scary thing is, he doesn't seem to care. We wanted to eradicate Saddam's huge stores of WMDs. Whoops, they're not there. Okay, just kidding, we're there to liberate the Iraqis. Whoops, we destroyed their infrastructure. Okay, new plan, now we'll be teaching the Iraqis how to clean the place up. Whoops, they hate each other's guts and have started a civil war instead. Um....okay I'm outta ideas, anybody got something? Immediate troop removal? Nah, too sudden. Phased withdrawal? Nah, not flashy enough. Hey guys, I've got one, let's send MORE troops, they'll NEVER expect THAT one!

What about checks and balances, you ask? Surely the president can't do something so godforsakenly assinine with the Democrats controlling Congress; the whole reason they won in the midterms was that people were sick of Bush and his bullshit. They won't provide funding for such a harebrained scheme. And that, my friends, is where you'd be wrong. The Democrats, getting off to a promising start in their first moments of Congressional control, have fractured. One camp does not agree with the "surge" and wants to take away the president's means of carrying it out, i.e. money. The other camp does not agree with the "surge" but does not want to seem anti-troops, so they want to allow the president to have the funds but sign a "non-binding resolution" as a "symbolic gesture" of their disapproval. WTfuckingF mate? We don't need a "symbolic gesture," we need people who have spines and aren't idiots! Dear God, will the madness never cease?!

On his show earlier this evening, Stephen Colbert (in character, of course) said to the Democrats, "You have real power now. Don't fall into the trap of using it." How depressingly accurate this statement is.

In other (happier) news, the Bears and the Colts have each made it into their respective playoff games. If they both win, I'll have a dilemma on my hands come Superbowl time. But it will be a pleasant one.

And one final note, I'd like to announce just how very much I am craving a trip to Red Lobster right now, where I would order a big plate of shrimp alfredo with a side of coconut shrimp, and two slices of key lime pie. If only Galesburg had a 24-hour Red Lobster. If only such things existed. *sigh*

Monday, January 15, 2007


My internet lives! Happy joy and love to the people at the Help Center, 'cause they rock hard and have mad computer skillz.

The Knox internet connection can kiss my....

So my internet's not been working dependably lately, and it's really starting to piss me off. I'm so deep in withdrawals that I've borrowed my roommate's laptop just so I can hop on and check my messages. And DEAR GOD THERE ARE A LOT.

But I've had fun things to do in real life to make up for it. (I know, real life, omg, I forgot that existed!) For example, I've been hanging around with Kat (my new roommie) and her friends, and we have good fun times. And I'm actually talking to new people! It's insane! So if I start raving on about people you don't know, don't worry about it, I'm just making new friends. And this is good.

(Do people actually read these things enough to know who I'm ever talking about anyway? I'm thinking not.)

So anyway, yes, lots of good fun lately. Last weekend we helped Esther and Zach (some new fun people) move into their apartment downtown, and we've gotten to hang out with them a couple times, and they're fun (and I'm totally in love with Zach's accent---British, you know). And we get to watch movies at their apartment, which is sweet. And then today Kat and Carlos and I braved the miserable weather and took a walk downtown, 'cause we had to get some stuff and we wanted to check out this music store Zach had told us about, where they supposedly have really cheap used video game stuff. Which they do and it was grand. They also have really cheap used other things, such as music and DVDs. Specifically, L&O: SVU Seasons 2 and 5 for $25 each.

I squee'd in the store. And danced. Maniacally. Kat will tell you so. So thanks to my trusty check card, I dropped a cool fifty there. HAWT DAYUM. Words cannot express the exquisite pleasure I have gained from just looking at my new purchases sitting there all shiny and pretty on my desk and knowing that I have them now in my possession, for perusal at my leisure, FOREVER. *sigh*

And we had fun adventures at Dollar General. That's all you need to know.

I'm going to bed now. Hopefully, I'll be able to get my internet fixed tomorrow and life will again be as it should. 'Til then, peace.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

who's who

I really hate it when people try to guess who's who with the characters in my stories. Like, "Oh my gosh, character X must be Real Life Person Y, they're exactly alike,"—stuff like that. My characters are not real-life people. Yes, I often give them some characteristics from people I know, because hell, I want them to be believable. But that doesn't mean I base an entire character off an entire real-life person—that would feel so wrong to me. I have to get in my characters' heads, have to be each character, know their every action, thought, feeling, life story, the works. I know most of my characters better than I know myself, in some cases. To make one in the image of someone I know in real life would be creepy, for one thing. I would feel dirty, poking around in their private thoughts and feelings, even if it was stuff I'd made up. It would feel to me like the ultimate invasion of privacy. And then if the character did something really bad, I'd feel awkward for writing about someone I know doing something so bad, even if no one else knew the character's "identity."

So, in short, if you're one of the people who do this, don't. It won't get you anywhere.

On a completely different note, get ready for a bit of TMI: I have a blister on my right instep. Me being the OCD idiot that I am, I couldn't leave the damn thing alone and I picked at it until it got infected. Which really hurts. So I've been limping around the past few days only putting my weight on the ball of my right foot or the very outside of it. Consequently, my right ankle hurts like a bitch. And, since I've been favoring my right foot so much, my left one has been working overtime and also kills. And I have ballroom tonight. Somebody shoot me now.

But, on a lighter note, I also have a handbell choir meeting tonight, which should be fun. So, yay.

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

term two begins

Phew....okay, so we got me all moved back in at school yesterday. It was Satan on a stick. Gah, my muscles are killing me---I feel like I've been beaten.

So yes. I'm back at college. My schedule this term rocks the world. Looking forward to getting back into ballroom, bell choir, chorale, and all the rest of it.

And now I must go take a nap.