It was so amusing. Today, during Y-Period (like a free period for everyone, every other day. Usually occupied by JETS), we got to watch Mr. Long’s Winter Formal movie. It was absolutely brilliant. It was filmed in 1986, so we got to laugh at everyone with their silly 80’s hair and clothes. I was highly amused to see a girl who looked shockingly like Kell, except with slightly different hair. You sure you never lived in Texas, Kell?
Hey, kids! It’s time to play “respond to everyone else’s blog entries to avoid coming up with our own original content”! Yay!
Sannali — you wouldn’t have that book problem if you read nothing but Pratchett! He doesn’t use chapters! ::lunatic grin::
Alicey — I want your computer. Do you think your dad’s friend could hook me up with a similar deal if I took you hostage for a few days?
Renata — well, then. Considering “Choirgirl” is the only Tori CD I own… Actually, I don’t own it. I stole it from my sister’s box of CDs that she didn’t want anymore, which happened to include *MY* copies of Abbey Road, Hard Days Night, and Magical Mystery Tour. Meanie.
Ann — we tried to keep the owls that lived near our house near our house. (read that sentence a few times if it doesn’t make sense. It will eventually). Our neighborhood has a mild mouse problem, and we thought owls might help the situation. Of course, it’s kind of pointless to hope this will happen, as the mice are bigger than the owls are.
Kell — your poetic finesse astounds me. Mayhap shall I be your love-monkey?
A joyous revelation for my fellow ferrets! My parents and I were driving back from my mom’s photographic show* and we passed a large parking lot. My mom pointed out the sign on one of them: “Look, Priscilla, it’s your parking lot. It says P Star.” I choked and spazzed and turned around in my seat to see the sign, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I quickly recounted the significance of P*Star ** to my parents, and they were equally shocked. I found this incredibly amusing. Sometime soon, I’m going to get my picture taken with the sign.
* okay, so she had one piece up. It still counts. Muah.
** For those that don’t know, P*Star is an alternate name for the Espresso Ferrets collaboration group. Priscilla, Sannali, Tanja, Ann, Rebecca. We decided this was better than “prats”.
And so that’s my story. The moral you should glean from this tale is that my mom makes addictively good artichoke and parmesan dip, which I tried for the first time this evening. Indeed.
::snorts:: Someone found my website looking for “quantum physics bras”. I’d hate to know what else they found! Also “see all the privet parts of a naked woman free”. I never knew women had “privet parts”.
More fun! ** Stars indicate personal favourites.
Holy cow! This is seriously disturbing! After months of near-silence, every day this week I’ve been contacted at least once by a HP fan, regarding WIAN. I guess this is my hint to update, eh?
Still, though, why am I getting so many more hits? Have I been featured in some prominent location without my knowledge? Curiouser and curiouser.
Wow, I’m special.
You have an interesting weblog and an equally interesting life. You don’t need to exaggerate to make your stories sound exciting. They already are. You have a small circle of friends, both online and offline, and they all love having you around. You’re an all around nice person and the best friend anyone could ever imagine having.
Oh, my wounded ego! I’ve been stood up by a cardboard cutout of a fictional character! I was planning on taking my life-size Obi-Wan to Winter Formal, but I can’t find him anywhere. I’ve searched four times, the last time with my mom to make sure I wasn’t overlooking anything. This is going to bother me for at least two years. Fortunately, Chungy will come to my rescue, as she is letting me go with her cardboard cutout of R2-D2. I wonder if Nancy still has her Darth Vader…
Ooh! Because my sister is in college, I get full reign over her wardrobe. I’m “borrowing” one of her gorgeous dresses. Yowza, I’m sexy. XD
In other news, I have decided to declare my hatred of microfiche. For 30 minutes before school and half of my lunch period, I was in the library, digging up old “Time” and “Newsweek” reels and looking up articles on “The Joy Luck Club”. Neither was any help, and I had to spend a significant amount of time manually rewinding months of film, as the “rewind” knob was broken. Hiss. As (joy) luck would have it, it turned out that I already both articles. My work was pointless. Then, of course, after rehearsal I went to the SMU library to find stuff, and found an e-text of both articles, which I was able to send to myself. Maddening. I can’t wait to get this stupid research paper over with. Then I can read Pratchett and Holt and other merry authors of joy over the winter holidays. Then, as soon as I get back to school, I can start on the History research paper, and relive the hell. I hate my life.
Speaking of Pratchett, I met another Discworld fan at lunch today. Well, I didn’t meet her, really. I just found out she was a Pratchett fan, while I hadn’t known that before. We were talking about various responses to the Winter Formal royalty court (gag me with a spoon) survey thing, and we were thinking about what we would write if we were up for Princessship. I mentioned that I would date Pinky, from Pinky and the Brain, and this made me think of Halloween, as Chungy suggested that we be Pinky and the Brain for Halloween. This made me remember an idea I had in the shower (that’s where all my good ideas come from). I suggested we go as Rincewind and Twoflower (as I’m twiggy enough to be Rincewind and Chungy has a great innocent and naive act, plus she’s Agatean). Of course, Chungy had no idea who Twoflower was, as she’s just read most of the Watch series, so she asked me to describe him.
Chungy: Who’s Twoflower?
Me: ::hyperactive squeal:: He’s Twoflower! He’s the Disc’s first tourist and he’s all amusing and naive and innocent and such, and you just want to give him a big hug!
Jane: Yep.
Me: Stop mocking me! He *is* huggable!
Jane: I’m not mocking you. I’m agreeing with you.
Me: ::spazzing:: You’re a Pratchett fan?!? (yes, I carefully enunciated those extra punctuation marks)
And on from there. Now I’m going to sleep.
Wait, no, not sleep yet. One more point of order. Ann, you have your own official fan club now. I showed your telemarketer conversation to the girls in my homeroom, and they all think you’re the keenest thing since bifocal lenses. Chungy asked about you, and I explained that you were the “model spinster”. Brilliant dry wit capable of dessicating Lake Huron in five minutes, fabulous artistic skill, and no interest whatsoever in the opposite (or same, for that matter) gender, even at 39. You’ve become the model citizen for Chungy. Be honored.
Okay, now sleep.
Quotes!
People use energy to get out of explaining things. –Mr. Taylor
If you release a few electron volts, the atom is a lot happier… ::pause:: Oh, that’s good Chemistry. –Mr. Taylor
Mr. Taylor: 1000 kg! Woah! That’s chubby. Well, actually, that’s skinny, because she shortens.
Megan: She’s just incredibly dense.
Me: That was low…
Mr. Taylor: Is it possible that the marble could cease existing in this glass and suddenly be outside, if we were to leave it alone and not observe it?
Me: Nice try, Schrodinger.
Mr. Taylor: All the really neat pictures nowadays are made from tunneling electron microscopes.
Gigi: All the cool kids are doing it!
(after seeing a guy walk around with a tablecloth and tray on his head)
This is like a nightmare you’d have after seeing “Beauty and the Beast”. –Me
Babe: Love! — are you nuts?
Me: (aside) Perhaps it’s a pistachio…
Babe: Bah!
Me: (sheep voice) Baaabe saaaved us…
Never mind the snow job. That’s S-N-O-W. Snow. Like the form of wintry precipitation. –Olivia (as Babe).
There I go again, lit by the lime. –Olivia
John: Completely dark?
Olivia: What, you want to take away from my song, John?
Yay! Starling has a Yahoo!Group for her art now. Go join and see all the fabulous artwork she couldn’t fit on Elfwood!
Woo hoo!
I scored 2 on the pervertedlogic.com CyberWhore Poll!
My heavens! You’re an ONLINE NUN!
Are you sure you have ever actually BEEN online? That’s not a TV you’re sitting in front of, you know. How you have managed to avoid sex on the internet for so long makes you one for the record books. You’re having your slutty sister fill this quiz in for you, aren’t you? No wonder you list Vatican City as your profile location.