::snickers:: I finally found a “resource” about the men in the Joy Luck Club, which is something I completely lacked in my first draft of my research paper. Of course, it’s from a guy’s rant on “Why The Joy Luck Club Sucks”. Won’t that look fantastic in my bibliography?
Twenty days left until my birthday. ::dances merrily about:: Which reminds me: Tanja’s card. Gah, I’m such a loser. XD
The PDM have a blog now. Check it out in “Other Bloggy Goodness”.
Meh, I’m irritated. A few days ago, I came up with an awful pun to use in place of “Other Bloggy Goodness”, but now I can’t remember for the life of me what it was. It was a really amusing pun, too. ::wrinkles nose:: Bah.
Why do I feel like I’m the only one blogging on a regular basis? Or blogging incessantly, really.
Quotes time!
That’s why I like to talk to myself. I have an intelligent audience. –Mr. Dubsky
I think Chungy deserves a musical number for that. –Me
You only have the future to look forward to and the past to make fun of. –Me, being motivational
(referring to Halloween next year)
Chungy: We could be Watch characters!
Me: Yeah, you could be Cheery.
Chungy: Never mind.
(referring to a rather difficult Physics problem)
Mr. Taylor: So what’ve you got to find?
Me: Tylenol?
This other friend… we wanted her to join us and be Mother Earth, but she ended up being Gangsta Bitch Barbie. –Gigi
New poll, while we’re at it. ::nods::
I loved today. It was the first truly relaxing day I’ve had in quite some time. I woke up when I felt like it, ate breakfast (leftover pizza) at my leisure, went to see “Mousetrap” (the Hockaday/St. Marks fall play) with Chungy, picked up “Maskerade” and “Soul Music” at Borders, treated myself to ice cream at Baskin Robins, and lazily drank a Tazoberry (the only non-coffee beverage available at Starbucks; I became rather attached to them in summer school) at P*Star while reading “Hogfather”, without a care in the world. I then drove in a homeward direction, got thoroughly lost, and managed to find my way back through dumb luck.
I’ve decided that I really love driving, deep down. Well, just driving alone, really. I hate driving other people. You can sing as loud as you want (Aida, Moulin Rouge, and Men at Arms) and go wherever you like. I doubt if my mom would have let me go to Borders or spend so long doing absolutely nothing at P*Star. And I wouldn’t have gotten lost, which would have lost me the opportunity to belt “We are the champions” when I finally started recognizing landmarks and The Way Home. Tomorrow I plan on going to M.J. Designs and picking up a new sketchbook, as my current one has six pages left, and possibly getting some yarn, as I’ve developed a rather guilty addiction to knitting through my role in “Ten Little Indians”. Yeah, driving is okay. And if I ever drive an energy-efficent, environmentally friendly compact like the Prius instead of a gas-guzzling minivan, it’ll be even better!
Was anyone else that has read “Hogfather” incredibly entertained by the prospect of a “Captain Carrot One-Man Night Watch” action figure? “With a complete wardrobe of toy weapons, each of which cost as much as the original wooden doll in the first place”. ::giggles madly:: I love Death.
Gah, this is why I hate checking my AOL email. Out of 112 new messages, only 4 weren’t junk mail. ::sighs::
Time to recount my adventres yesterday! We started with Digital Imaging, in which we just looked at slides, then Multimedia Engineering, where we played with flangers and reverb and echoes and such. Did you know that flangers were supposedly invented by the Beatles? ::nods:: It was highly entertaining. Then lunch, which was nasty, and my voice lesson. Because I hadn’t practiced all week, my voice was kind of pathetic, but by the end of the lesson, it was fine. Then, for the rest of Y-Period, I went to the computer lab to work on Ginny for the calendar. I attracted a sizeable number of people that watched me CG. Two Freshmen, Kristen and Tori, watched me nearly the whole time. It was very ego-boosting. Unfortunately, I was a moron and I forgot to put it on a zip disk before I left, so I’ll have to work on someone else over the weekend. Next was English class. After more discussion over Martin Luther King’s “Letter from the Birmingham Jail”, we got to turn in our research papers. Everyone filed out the doors except me. Because I practically had no research, I didn’t really have a Bibliography. Of course, it’s not my fault that no one likes to write about the men in the Joy Luck Club. Mr. Dumaine chewed me out for a while, then I was finally able to leave.
I met Chungy in the science building and we drove off to the theatre to see Monsters Incorporated. When the trailers started, two guys a few rows in front of us shouted “Star Wars!” in response to a trailer for a “Peter Pan” sequel (god help us). After some stupidity, then amusement at the Ice Age trailer, the Harry Potter extended trailer met our eyes. Chungy and I squealed with delight. Sure, it irritates me that they’re giving too much away in the trailer, but it doesn’t feel like that when you’re actually watching it. Muaha. Then, we got something none of us expected. A heavy breathing sound in the background, with a brief shot of a heavily made-up Natalie Portman. Then a futuristic city. Image after image of Star Wars-like glory, as Chungy and I sat hyperventilaring in our seats. Then the familiar John Williams music met our ears, and we squealed even more. When the “Episode II” logo flashed onto the screen, Chungy and I led the theatre in a round of frantic applause. None of my friends had any idea that the Episode II trailer was going to be tacked on to the beginning of “Monsters”!
Before the actual movie started, Pixar treated us to one of their famous shorts, which was incredibly entertaining. Then, the actual movie. It was absolutely hilarious, and I reccomend it highly. Three and a half Percys. Afterward, Chungy, Iana, and I went to dinner at Chick-Fil-A. On the ride over, we kept referring to the “Great American Movies” and generally mocking everything stereotypically American in sight. We started referring everything as the “Great American” this and that. I actually ordered “12-piece Great American nuggets” at Chick-Fil-A. It was highly amusing. Then Iana started talking about Russian comedy movies, which was fun. Chungy decided that for her 17th birthday, she would watch 17 rated-R movies. We started assembling a list, which turned out to be mostly either British movies or movies with British actors. I was entertained. Then Iana started complaining about how her boyfriend was going back to Bulgaria for the Christmas holiday, and she wasn’t allowed to. Because boarding would be closed over Christmas, she needed somewhere to stay. I told her that she would probably be able to stay with me for part of the time, as we have a nifty guest house thing behind our house. That’s where we have all our JETS parties and whatnot. Yayfun!
After dinner, we went to drive Iana back to Hockaday, and we were met with lots of amusing oldies songs, beginning with “Wild Thing”. I took my hair down and rolled down the windows, and we all grooved and sang along to the bits we knew. Because of the rolled-down windows, my hair quickly became a huge fluffball, which reminded us of Nancy, because we would always do that when we were on our “JETS Night Out” outings. Iana, Chungy, and I decided that we had to have a Friday night tradition of dinner and a movie. Lotsa fun. Then, home again. Fun stuff. I love my friends.