a pretty how town

another howie.

Wed, 29 Oct 2003 06:04:14 GMT

I have so much love for this it's rather inhuman. Or can nothing but humans love? Whatever. This song has my heart.

Howie Day, "She Says"*

Sweet is the sight of her room,
Window open by candlelight.
How would you know?

Cold winter on the shore
Chills the dress she wore
It's on the floor,
It feels so warm today.

That's why I'm wondering why you had to tell me
What's going on in your head, what's wrong?
Come around to another time when you don't have to run.

And when she said she wants somebody else,
I hope you know that she doesn't mean you
And when she breaks down and makes a sound
You'll never hear her the way that I do.
And when she said she wants someone to love
I hope you know she doesn't mean you
And when she breaks down and lets you down
I hope you know that she doesn't mean to
Yeah yeah... I know it

Swing into flight over hills,
Over her hills, it's twilight.
Yeah, I guess that's right now.

While we're here, tell me why it's so funny
That you're so funny when you're mad
Always so mad, so mad.

And that's why I'm wondering why you had to tell me
What’s going on in your head, what's wrong?
Come around to another time when you don’t have to run.

And when she says she wants somebody else,
I hope you know that she doesn't mean you.
And when she breaks down and makes a sound,
You'll never hear her the way that I do.
And when she says she wants someone to love,
I hope you know that she doesn't mean you.
And when she breaks down and lets you down,
I hope you know that she...

She doesn’t mean you...

Yeah...
I don’t know where... coming from...
I don’t where... coming to...
And I don’t know what it means to me
And you don’t know what it means to you

*On both Australia and Stop All the World Now... so, really, no excuse not to get one or the other!

And, actually. I have Australia mp3, so I will share. This version is a little less produced, and called a demo. But damn. I don't just provide lyrics; I give you the whole shebang. So you must (please):

Howie Day - She Says

Sun, 29 Jun 2003 04:11:48 GMT

Right now's probably not the best time to write this, given my painfully antisocial and highly aggravatable mood, but I will nonetheless. "Painful" not really for me, but probably for the people around me, but the defining characteristic of the antisocial feeling is that I really could not care less how others perceive it. Such is the nature of the mood.

At any rate, I did a lot today--socializing, even--waking up early after spending half the night reading (I am positive that the influences of the particular book will be with me for a while, and most definitely stick with my writing, at least for a bit), going to dim sum, shopping, and wandering around the Commons until I was sick and tired and hurty. It is in this physical frame of mind that interaction with those growing exponentially more and more annoying that the mood probably originated.

What the hell; my intention was never to write about the mood, and I've not done anything else. I yearn for approval more than I like to let on.

Anyway, I went out with many people and grew tired, but it was fun. Despite the prickling heat of the humidity, which makes walking rather unbearable, I probably have not walked everywhere like this in my life before. I will probably forget how to drive by the end of these 8 weeks, a thought sort of unsettling, as ridiculous as it most likely is.

Now, I'm doing nothing, after finishing the book and taking a lengthy nap. I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because I slept through dinner. I'm enjoying quiet and being alone, although the locale is still stranger and therefore less pleasant than home, and staring at the pictures sticky-tacked to my wall leaves with the a prickly feeling--like the humidity--everywhere. This is probably the saddest I've been since I've been here.

However, it has only been a week. But this mood sucks. I'm talking about it again. My roommate asked while we were out walking around if I get annoyed with people easily. I half-laughed and asked her why she asked that, which never really got a straightforward answer; she wants to be a psychiatrist and you can fucking tell. I wasn't really annoyed with her (that was reserved for another girl, heh), but little things here and there emerge and converge and I need to get over it. Like the way she doesn't really listen sometimes, or the way she answers questions with the part you already knew. I don't think that makes sense, but I'm positive it's a byproduct of the not-listening.

Anyway, we have classes at relatively the same times, on the same days, so everything is done together. This is pretty great, because it really is the first time I have gotten along so well with a roommate so quickly. I mean, I did with my first two roommates, but the first one didn't want to do anything and the second had a boyfriend with whom to do everything, so this is a new experience. We went grocery shopping and rented movies and have gone to several coffee shops. It's pretty great, in general.

My classes, because I have mentioned them so a segue works here, I swear, are okay so far; they feel few and far between, only two days a week, and I sometimes wonder why they don't squeeze and compact the program a little more. We could go three times a week--hell, even four times, and get done in half the time.

I might die if that were done though, so I do thank them for anticipating that. My Shakespeare professor tends to make class feel rather unending. You're stuck in the black hole of repeated explanations, of telling the class ten times, with 20 examples, what really takes 2 times and 15 less minutes. He did use a West Wing example once, damn exciting that was. But I don't know if anyone else has this same feeling of utter ennui when he continues, on and on, which is unfortunate, because I like to complain, at least good-naturedly. They seem more positive; one girl even said she'd never had a competent English literature class (implied: like this one). I actually feel very fucking bad about that experience for good literature classes are a reason to live, yo.

At any rate, Romanticism class doesn't feel the same way and, at less than half the size, I can breathe and not have people demanding my personal space. (Really, I don't think the East coast has the same feelings about personal space--it's pretty strenuous on my sensibilities, but I can change.) Also, the reading material is flights and leagues more enjoyable. Heh, am I allowed to say that about Shakespeare?

So, I go to classes on Mondays and Wednesdays, relax and hang out and read every other time. I eat at the cafeteria (already miles beyond the Oxford cafeteria, my only other meal-plan experience) and sometimes I watch TV, even without cable!, as ugly as that is. I don't have to wake up early, really, anyday. The traffic outside of my window has other ideas and serves as a totally undesirable alarm clock every day of the week--7 o'clock baby, and every hour afterwards. I'm told I will get used to it, and I think I am already.

The notion of "getting used to" things sort of... invigorates. I really am living here for the summer. I really am.

Wed, 25 Jun 2003 05:12:50 GMT

Whoa, Joey's engaged!

Yay!

It's about time, 'N Sync. You're way slow on this one, I must say.

Wed, 25 Jun 2003 05:03:33 GMT

Agh. I know I should write something in here. I want to write something in here. I'm just not in the mood; I just can't think of the right place to start; etc., etc.

But, I do have thoughts on the weather. I thought it would never stop raining this weekend. I envisioned days of rain forevermore. But it did, yesterday. And today, I actually saw the sun! Which was glorious for a fleeting moment, a brief rememory of warmth and sun and swimming in my backyard. Then, the humidity descended.

Not that I can't handle it (although groceries on the T aren't the most fun to lug and stay cool), today sort of makes me wonder why anyone would ever live here. Okay, I can understand now, but really -- when settlers came across the ocean blue, they really experienced the rainy days, the cold, followed by the hot and muggy, insufferable stickiness, not to mention what must be some rather brutal winters, and thought, hey, fun? They were probably used to England. Maybe they were just sick of the ships. Hey, maybe they had scurvy.

Other than that, it's been rather fabulous.

Tue, 17 Jun 2003 08:15:38 GMT

I mean, he says he's typing on a computer "hanging on the wall" (this is something that exists?), but I think Todd's drunken and doesn't want his familia to knowwww. Look at all those typos! Come on. Not fooling anyone.

I am totally amusing myself.

[eta: I have fixed the link. Sorry 'bout that. But I'm not drunken, I promise!]

Tue, 17 Jun 2003 06:22:41 GMT

eeeee, it's Sports Night day!

Reruns 3 A.M. every Monday morning on Comedy Central--two in a row!--taped and watched on Monday day. Making it Sports Night day, the crowning highlight of a Monday all throughout the semester.

Which all reminds me that I was going to post the other quotations, from the quotation-and-picture crush thing I did yesterday, that almost went in there, but inevitably had to be cut. Because I love them so much and want to read them sporadically--something more likely to happen if I post them myself. Logic? You should read them too! Really, I'd be grateful.

Anyway, the almost-theres, equally impressive and crush-worthy:

Sam, TWW
"It's not just about abortion, it's about the next 20 years. Twenties and Thirties it was the role of government, Fifties and Sixties it was civil rights. The next two decades it's gonna be privacy. I'm talking about the Internet. I'm talking about cell phones. I'm talking about health records and who's gay and who's not. And moreover, in a country born on the right to be free, what could be more fundamental than that?"
[on why we do space exploration] "'Cause it's next. 'Cause we came out of the cave and we looked over the hill and we saw fire. And we crossed the ocean and we pioneered the West and we took to the sky. The history of man is hung on a timeline of exploration and this is what's next."

Dan, Sports Night!
"At this point, the length of this conversation is way out of proportion with my interest in it."
"We'll bring you the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat, and because we've got soccer highlights, the sheer pointlessness of a zero-zero tie."
"Sports anchors are self-absorbed, narrow-minded people with limited intelligence and limitless ego. I, however, am a sportscaster, and I really do care about your day."

Josh, TWW
"I want to be a comfort to my friends in tragedy and I want to be able to celebrate with them in triumph. And for all the times in between, I just want to be able to look them in the eye. I want to be with my friends, my family, and these women."
"I don't know what we're for. I don't know what we're for and I don't know what we're against. Except we seem to be for winning and against someone else winning."
"Because nine percent think it's too high and shouldn't be cut! Nine percent of respondents couldn't get their arms around the question. There should be another box you can check for I have utterly no idea what you're talking about; please, God, don't ask for my input."
"You know, black, white, rich, poor, North, South, odd, even--there may not be anything anymore that outpaces the hatred the right feels for the left and the tonnage of disrespect the left feels for the right."

Yeah, it was only those three. I told you Jess's was hard enough to find on its own. And then I got lazy. :)

Mon, 16 Jun 2003 09:25:47 GMT

Saw this in maybe... one other journal? And like I can resist.

Ten television characters I've had serious crushes on. And why! With pictures! And, possibly the best part, quotations from their characters! Oh, the fun. I may have spent a bit of time on this as well.

This has possibly been a work-in-progress for a very long time now. Oh, and I cheated on #9. Not that the order is of any real significance.

1. Zack Morris, Saved by the Bell
"You know, I've finally found out the best thing about high school, once you graduate you don't have to come back."

Oh, Zack. Who is so funny. To laugh at and with. Who is so sarcastic. Who is so carefree and fun. And, whoo boy, hot. And cute, in the littler years. And I know we wouldn't really go that well together, but I care not! Zack is great.

2. Alex P. Keaton, Family Ties
"I stand before you as a representative of all that is decent in this country and I might add I'm very sympathtic to the upper classes. Getting back to your wealth, Ellen tells me you're a corporate lawyer."

Again with the not-going-well-together thing. His Republicanness, staunch Republicanness even, is just silly, though, in its ability to be completely hilarious. He's committed and loyal and loves his family--despite their liberal tendencies and often times lack of smarts like his--and very, very funny. Also, MJF!

3. Sam Seaborn, The West Wing
"No, honestly, I am dumb. Most of the time I'm playing smart."

Sam is ultimately the too-perfect package. He's smart, he's idealistic, he's eloquent, he's loyal and devoted, he's Rob Lowe and therefore gorgeous, and he can write. He probably works too much and would be the President's first and then mine, but. Every time Sam speaks there is a little flutter. *sniff* Sam.

4. Pacey Whitter, Dawson's Creek
"Confused, perplexed, bewildered, mystified--a thesaurus of emotions."

Oh, Pacey. The total ass and then the total misunderstood. Antagonistic gone charming. I love Pacey. He's so cool, so funny, so sad sometimes, and so very hot. I don't know if that has to be requirement, but it really never hurts. I speak only the truth. :) I think no more mentions of hotness anymore, because they're all hot. Actors, you know.

5. Dan Rydell, Sports Night
"They say it's always calmest before the storm. That's not true. I'm a serious sailor. It isn't calm before the storm. Stuff happens."

I don't quite know what to say about Dan, but I know that I'm drawn to his uber-coolness, ability to banter, and what appears to be the sincere way he cares about people, ideas, and intentions. And, Josh Charles! Dead Poet's Society Josh Charles! I have ties with actors.

6. Jess Mariano, Gilmore Girls
"You see, it's the screwing with Dean--that's an important step to getting here so that I can be nice to you." -- I mean, Jess isn't a great wealth of cool one-liners.

Jess was so undeniably great. He and Rory and this cute flirty thing going, this staring that they'd do, this unallowed attraction, and I would so volunteer to be part of that. Jess, man of few words.

7. Shawn Hunter, Boy Meets World
"Did it ever occur you that I might be a nice girl?"

Corey was always all strapped to Topanga, but Shawn, man. Shawn was all about being best friends. Even if he had his own problems. And how crush-worthy was that?

8. Josh Lyman, The West Wing
"I am an elitist, but I have respect for people who don't measure up."

hee, I love Josh. I don't know what to say about him, so I'll copy the "You are Joshua Lyman" answer for the highly impressive Which West Wing Character Are You Most Like? quiz: "Very sensitive under a brash outer shell, you have a talent for putting your foot in it. Exceptionally confident in some areas, deeply insecure in others, you spend a lot of your time highly confused." Sensitive, funny, but incredibly intelligent and capable. Ah, crush.

9. Ben Covington
"My name is Ben, and I'm a person."

The show was all about making you like either of the two leading men, and ooh, Ben.

and Noel Crane, Felicity
"I think this is exactly the amount of dick that I need to be."

But Noel and his geeky bravado, the shoulder-to-cry-on second choice!

I'm just saying, Felicity had the best and most difficult choice ever.

10. Ephram Brown, Everwood
"I'm sorry, I don't speak Dumbass."

Ephram's the newcomer, because he's all angsty and outspoken and in love. Aww, Ephram.

Runners-up: If I watched That 70s Show more often, I'm positive that Eric would up here. Also, I fucking adore Toby on TWW, but three from one show is most likely excessive and I mean, he is older and balding. But the sarcasm, the gruffness, and the so carefully hidden idealism. ooh.

hmm, 5 of those guys are in suits--4 of them pretty much fulltime. You think I like that?

Mon, 16 Jun 2003 07:47:05 GMT

Wow, some days. Occasionally I see TRL or hear a TRL-esque song (you can always tell if there's the right kind of hook, the right kind of break that begs for the dancin', you know *g*), and I think of the genius (genius!) remark I would make underneath that song for my website. Like, I'm seriously depressed that people are missing out on the things that have flitted into my consciousness, snarked on a song/video, and left never to be broadcast to the unassuming masses.

For example, Carrie told me about this the other week, when I was harping on the "I love you like a fat kid loves cake!" sentiment of everlasting love, but I didn't listen and actually go read until just now. Scotty, John Mayer's roadjournaler, breaks down the song in a way no one should ever be deprived of, and oh my god, I would have linked this so fast on the site. Right there, underneath the blue title and artist and position on the countdown. Scotty Crowe undercover: there are only 20 questions! fuck. It's so funny.

Anyway. Tonight in extreme boredom I dragged my brother to Blockbuster and rented both Pumpkin and Secretary, for one-word title only night. Pumpkin I got because I thought it looked decent (especially there next to a movie called Punch with a tagline about un-necessity of anger management courses and seriously deranged-looking blonde), but also because I was sure that Todd had once said something about its greatness, it starring Christina Ricci and all. We watched, and it was interesting, if a little absurd (in that good way). I'm a little perplexed by the ending, which is awesome, because I do enjoy thinking about a movie after it ends. But then I went in search of Todd's praise, and nowhere was it found! And now he's all gallivanting around Europe (yay!) and who knows when I'll remember to ask the question. Two cheers for writing it down right here. :)

Oh! And lest I forget. Status of Beach ball-like Face: Deflated. woo! Back to normal.

Sat, 14 Jun 2003 01:38:37 GMT

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Even Stevens Movie tonight. Thank all that is good for LJ, for friends on the east coast who mention it, for I had forgotten! Even Stevens!

Also, I'm sure you're totally psyched that I have the client just open and ready for whenever I feel chatty. heh.

Sat, 14 Jun 2003 01:32:47 GMT

Day Two of Severe Allergic Reaction from Hell.

Yesterday I woke up and realized that my eyelids were a little bigger than normal. Not accustomed to the phenomena of the ever-fattening eyelids, I combined this visual with the feeling that ants had made their home within each and every one of my pores--ohmygod, the itchiness--to declare that some kind of allergic reaction was indeed wreaking havoc on my face. Wow, it's hellish. Yesterday I downed antihistamines and hoped for the best.

Today I again woke up, rather early at 7:45, with the intention on going to a meeting, and discovered that my face over night decided to try its best imitation of a beachball, complete with red stripes. Unknown allergic reaction had not disappeared. Needless to say, because I don't know if I have ever looked so freakish, and I want to scratch my face off with alarming force, I didn't go to my meeting. I instead took some Benadryl and went back to sleep--of course, it's Benadryl--until 3 in the afternoon. Damn Benadryl.

Still my face is so itchy! And swollen. I try not to think about it, but god! The itchiness! We've since determined that it is probably due the unhealthy combination of my face wash and exposure to the sun, despite the fact that I've been using this face product for several months now and I've been swimming everyday since school got out--with my speshul Clinique sunscreen for the face. But, it's the best I can come up with.

In other news, I finally got my Justin/Christina RollingStone, even though Carrie's been sitting on hers for a week now. Finally! I promptly began reading after waking up. Love, love, love Jon Stewart. Aah. Also, Justin's line about the MMC and summer jobs cracked me up.

Still planning Hawaii. Ran across a blurb today about Waikiki, which boasted "there's ice cream and hamburgers, hot dogs and mai-tais from one end of the beach to the other." Googled for the recipe and found that an "authentic Hawaiian" mai-tai includes Royal Hawaiian Light Rum, Demerara Rum, Orange Curacao, and then some various syrups and citrus juices. Dude, mai-tais. Mmmm.

Thu, 12 Jun 2003 08:08:16 GMT

Look what I just found on lj about the marvelous Finding Nemo!

Being big Pixar fans, we knew from experience that we should stay for the entire closing credits, and we weren't disappointed. No outtakes, like on their previous films, but most of the characters appear during the credits, most of them in quite amusing ways. And if you stay to the very end, you'll be amused by the appearance of a Pixar character from a different movie. :-)

!!!!

Dude, both times I wanted to stay. Or, I was hesitant to leave. I might have to go again. I recruited my mom earlier, so. The swirling vortex of terror!

Thu, 12 Jun 2003 07:27:44 GMT

I watched the Six Feet Under finale finally today. Tears were shed, mostly because you have to feel a little emotional about a group of people fucked up as much as these. Also, Nate is sad. He's just so sad.

I also watched, with the madre who had not seen yet, The West Wing finale for the second time. I'm again enraged over this show, although I admit that a large part of it is having to wait until September? October? to find out what happens. Also because Aaron Sorkin left and god knows how this'll be resolved. Cried during that one as well. Toby! And kids! And Zoey! Tear!

And tonight, more crying, because Dawn's moving to San Diego tomorrow, and I'm going to Harvard next week, and there will be no friends for 8 weeks. God, I'm just so scared. I try not to think about it. Two conversations today with Dawn and Meghan that made me smile, laugh, and realize great things, so I feel better.

But, dinner, had to say goodbye, and I was late in the first place because of a birthday party previous engagement. (We went ice skating! I feel as if I'm an excellent ice skater. This means that I generally don't fall. You know.) It's hard not to cry. I'm a bit of a sap, maybe.

To talk about Hawaii, now.

August 6 - August 13, 2004. I turn 21, we're goin' to Hawaii. Yeahhhh.

I've invited 8 people* (8! I have that many close friends? What?), and now I'm actually worried because the timeshares I adore (it's down to 2 and there is no bad one) hold a maximum of six. With me, that means 9 drunken people in one suite. Hey, it could work. Normally, I wouldn't think this a problem, what, over a year in advance?, but everyone seems all committed! (Yay!) Katie has the money guaranteed, Dawn's almost as obsessed with the idea as I am, Ashley already has a savings plan, etc. etc.; everyone else is gung ho and ready too! Woo. I'm so excited. It's really almost scary and unfortunate how much I think about this. But there is no stopping it, and I care not. Woo.

*Ashley, Carrie, Dawn, Katie, Meghan, Melissa, Rachael, and, as of tonight, Sarah M.

Sat, 31 May 2003 08:07:05 GMT

Ah, Finding Nemo. Best movie ever.

Thu, 22 May 2003 21:01:11 GMT

eeee, eeee, squeee! eeeee!

I just checked my grades, having delayed it as long as possible, eyes squinted, clicking the mouse as fast as possible, trying to be without thought, dude! dude! Thought I might get two Bs, two! Thought it was almost inevitable that I get at least one, in that bastard public policy class, but eeeep!

I didn't get any!

god!

I took 19 hours and got away with it! With all As! Squee!

I jumped about for a while, and now I'm calmer. But still excited! I am so happy! Both research papers garnered As! 3-4 hours of sleep for two weeks straight helped! squee!

exclamation points! !!

Thu, 22 May 2003 07:45:13 GMT

Reaction to the 48549th time I've seen an error.

Why.

Why did Ruben have to win. No one can spell his name. Hardcore fans who presumably watch the show every week, twice a week, cannot spell his name. Despite the fact that it is flashed beneath him every single time he sings.

I really wanted to write most of that in capital letters, but I so refrained to be polite.

Nobody misspells Clay.

I am distressed.

Fri, 16 May 2003 18:37:11 GMT

Inexplicable desire to make icons, lots of them, all the time coupled with an ambivalence toward the "of what? icons of what?" question sucks.

Also, I can't find Justin pictures anywhere. I am frustrated.

Anyone know where I could find the large versions of these? From the ever-popular Justin mah jongg, which I play on a daily basis. We are intimately acquainted, and I have favorite tiles, and I can't find anything.

and and even

Please, please?

(heh, I know this post is all unfair because it applies to one, maybe two people, but, you know. Justin pictures! I don't know what else to make! What else should I make? Hey, I'll even take requests!)

Requests! Wow, this post turned into something entirely different. cool.

Fri, 16 May 2003 16:17:48 GMT

"I drove all night to get to you, is that all right?"

GOD YES, IT'S ALL RIGHT, SHUT UP ABOUT IT NOW, PLEASE.

Fri, 16 May 2003 16:11:37 GMT

Um, Jewel's video for a song called "Intuition" was just on VH1, and I wasn't really watching, and. I mean, I saw the very beginning, and then turned back to spider solitaire, and then remembered to listen. So I listened and was like, raising my eyebrows a little, because, synthesizer in a Jewel song? Lack of acoustic guitar, what? And I turned and she's still walking around New York City. And the synthesizer continues and then I think, what the hell, all she needs now is a dance routine.

And, the fuck, turn around again, SHE HAS ONE. Not only that, at the end that was most definitely a booty video. She does less dancing than her backup dancers a la Jessica Simpson, but there is choreography! And booty shorts and, like, gyrating. And what booty video is complete without shirtless firemen spraying her with water as she dons a white tanktop? That's right, no good booty video. Not even one by Jewel.

Is this some kind of joke? This has probably been out for awhile, I'm probably slow on the uptake here, so if someone else knows, I'd be all over an explanation. She is now following "her heart, her intuition"?

Seriously, what the hell did I just see?

Wed, 14 May 2003 21:53:35 GMT

Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you...

Watching "I love the 80s: 1988" for the first time: Rick Ashley, the redhead with the black guy's voice singing "Never Gonna Give You Up" that makes everyone express surprise upon seeing him. Clay Aiken is so 2003's Rick Ashley.

(And, bwah, Guy from Ed Who I Love just compared 'NSync to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Justin is somebody, Lance is somebody, "Joey Fatone, Donatello," and "that other guy" (JC) is someone... "think about it." bwah!)

Random drive-by linking: hah! so funny.

My mom came home and I managed a talk about West Wing suspense with her, so I believe you all might be saved. Aren't you lucky? Actually, no, because I'm doing nothing else but this, and I can't get over the anxiety. I'm so nervous. Charlie's going to have this huge guilt complex, what with his advice to Zoey to go to the place from which she was taken and all. Josh is going to have this huge guilt complex, because he was there, and that's what he (and his PTSD) does. Leo's going to be insufferable, finding that he can only exert any kind of control over his staff, and I don't doubt that he'll run with that. The President, god, I can't even imagine working with him and his decision making process in the absence of his daughter. And First Lady Abbey, no way anyone's saying anything that she'll find comforting, and she's rather bitchy under normal circumstances. And then the promos. The promos say something YOU'LL NEVER EXPECT comes up, and oh.

Ah, I can't wait, but at the same time I don't want it to come. They'll end on a cliffhanger--we won't know who really took her or if she's really okay until next season, I know it. Also, next season, I have to wait four months! ack.

Dawson's Creek, though--THE FINALE OF THE ENTIRE SERIES FINALLY--is two hours long! And I don't even care, except that someone's going to die! And there will be a wedding! And, dear god, I've watched for this long. Two hours long, so I have to tape West Wing and watch later. The agony of waiting for good television. Oh, the patheticness that is me.

Yep. Constant posting. I'm going to be talking about a lot of TV today. Wait, is that any different from any other day?

Wed, 14 May 2003 21:22:39 GMT

Is "I love you like the fat kid loves cake" seriously a real lyric in that one guy's one song? Because, what? Isn't he now uber-popular? With this Poor Man's Ashanti beat and lines like that?

Moving on... what is with the plethora of people commenting on Gilmore Girls on my friends page. Not that I don't appreciate, but this is a new thing. For anyone who saw the episode, the scene with Jess in LA for the first time, wandering and looking at the map, and ending up on the beach, staring, in his ridiculous black leather: I keep the close captioning on on my teeny TV, mostly because I'm too lazy to turn it off, don't mind, and dude, Lorelai is hard to understand sometimes. But the close captioning gave me a letter from Jess to Rory, apologizing and saying that he needs to find out if he can be different, somewhere else. Blah blah etc, but it was a nice letter, and there was apology and a reason for just up and leaving! But it wasn't spoken, not at all. There was silence. But I read it on the close captioning. The oddest thing ever. They cut the letter that would make people like him! Or, at least, make people understand. Isn't that weird?

Wed, 14 May 2003 20:23:32 GMT

Hey, so I'm done now. I'm actually sitting at home, and I am dorm key-less. I cannot return; I have no reason to return.

I AM DONE.

I owned my final this morning (at 7:40). Owned -- that thing was my bitch. Did decently on the final yesterday (at 7:40), and hopefully enough. Did okay on my Modern Grammar final on Monday, though I know I labelled "have" as a lexical -- what the fuck, Sarah, "have" is like the epitome of auxiliary verbs, it's like the one you use as an example and it's the one that everybody knows. Yeah, as you might imagine, I mock myself a bit in my head every time I remember I did that. HAVE. Oh well, I have the solidest of As in that class, so.

One more year of college under my belt, one more to go. I can't believe it. I just want to lay down.

I want to write about my everyday experience this semester for some reason. I want to think about the psychology of four classes in a row, of my first night class, of yoga and editing and moving straight into an afternoon of work, of everything. I may do that. With an homage to the one-liners my professors often throw in there, because I've written so many down. I'll probably say something about how nervous I am for The West Wing finale tonight as well. eeep.

Tue, 13 May 2003 06:45:05 GMT

I know I should be studying (and I AM!) for Huge Important Final tomorrow, but Robbie Williams just-- ingratiated himself?--threw himself all over the entire people on the set of the Tonight Show (now with Katie Couric), including a sensational lapdance for Simon Cowell and a generous amount of flirting with female audience members. Also, continued physical advances on Katie Couric and even a little on a hiding Mike Myers. He just went up to everyone while singing and invaded their personal spaces! It was insanity and I was thoroughly amused.

Man is hot, crude, blatant, and carefree. Now I want to be, like, a fan of his music. If I can get past "Millennium," I'm so there.

Sat, 10 May 2003 02:25:34 GMT

If I follow the kitties around with the digital camera long enough, copious amounts of pictures result. So, why not share? Even if they all sort of look rather alike...

There may be a lot of them.

Siempre.

Espresso.

Mabel, sleeping and hiding under the bed, aww.

Jonas, who can look pretty evil pretty often.

And, the four kittens we have left--Primo, Bonita, Brutus II (the whitest one), and Toby--who play for hours and then love to sleep on the mushroom pillow:

Sat, 10 May 2003 00:12:16 GMT

And even more benefits of watching MTV!

MTV Movie Awards commercials. Otherwise known as Shannon Elizabeth says, "You can rock my body any time," and Justin responds with all the deepness and scratchiness he can muster, "I know."

Unending laughter.

Fri, 09 May 2003 23:58:44 GMT

Hey, so I'm watching TRL. I flip channels when I'm bored, you see. I watched most of it yesterday, too.

Between the "who the hell is that?"s and the "ohmygod, still screaming, still screaming"s, I'm like, hey, it's TRL again. How long as it been? A very long time. And it's not like I miss it--I really don't ever think about it--but, seriously, there are some things I wish I had the forum to comment on, still.

Like, HOLY SHIT. MTV IS USING COMIC SANS IN THEIR GRAPHICS.

I probably would have complained about that excessively. Every day. No kidding. The irrational hatred takes over so easily, people! Comic Sans! Just say no! Worst font ever.

The unfortunate presence of Comic Sans on my television reminds me of something I'm incredibly proud of but forgot to mention: dude, best thing ever to avoid the horror on websites and such? Delete the font altogether from the computer. It is gone from my laptop, and I am saner for it. No longer can I judge people based on their usage of the font, though... which is probably a good thing. ;)

okay, I'm done with that for I sound crazy.

In other news, Christina's at #3, there was a Striptified tour commercial, and I'm actually damn excited for that concert. Carrie, did you see these tour promo pictures of Christina and Justin together?