Month: November 2003

::preens::

I met with photography head Becky Young today for a portfolio review to determine which level of Photography I belong in at Penn. She was floored. :D She told me that I was more than qualified and could pretty much take any advanced-level class that tickled my fancy. Booyeah.

Dear Ralph Nader,

You are not electable. Your 2004 election bid will do nothing but take away votes that would otherwise be going to the Democratic candidate. By running, you are increasing the chance Bush will be reelected. Take your campaign money and give it to a worthy charity. Or plant some trees. It would certainly make a bigger positive difference than what you’re trying now.

Liberally Yours,

Priscilla

Two weeks until my birthday! Huzzah! And apparently, also the date of a total solar eclipse! … In Antarctica.

I think I actually did pretty well on my math exam! Of course, Mr. Crotty may have to be violently assassinated because the extra credit question WASN’T ON THE TEST. *deathmaimbitestabkill* I wrote the answer on the answer sheet anyway. Those five extra points are MINE. I more than deserved them. *seethe*

For those curious, the numbers were not a part of a mathematical sequence at all, but the stops on the Philadelphia Market-Frankford subway line. Tricksy, FALSE hobbitses!

Also good news: Amy is back from her vacation! Amy is my advisor and the most wonderful person in the universe. I showed her pictures of my Nightcrawler costume and the Remus CG and she was floored. Merriment!

Other fun things: In my Songwriting class, Ari and I kept giggling over the nerdiest things possible. It started with the Star Wars Gangsta Rap, then spiraled into snorking at the songs another of the guys brought in, as the beginning of the verses sounded like the intros to “Look Down” and “Master of the House” from Les Mis. I love finding nerd-theatre geek hybrids!

So my day is going well, wouldn’t you say? Until I stepped into Starbucks after class and the Baristas told me that Tazoberries had been permanently discontinued.

My life no longer holds purpose.

Thirty minutes until my second math midterm. Am I ready? I think so. Here goes nothing…

*spazzes* From TOR.n: (Re: RotK soundtrack)

5. The Steward of Gondor (3:53)

After our grand introduction to the last citadel of man, the action likely turns to Gandalf and Pippin as they seek and audience with Denethor, the surly Steward of Gondor and father to both Faramir and the late Boromir. The faintly rolling drums of war are here again, backing at first a staid reading of the Gondor theme, then a soaring string passage.

Then, a surprising solo vocal takes center stage. Billy Boyd (as Pippin) sings a pretty, folkish tune regarding his apprehension about the situation he has found himself in. As mentioned before, it is these strange and adventurous musical choices that really begins to set the CD for Return of the King apart from the previous two Rings score releases.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

BILLEH!!!

::marks calendar for release date::

Seen the lunar eclipse yet?

MY ROOMMATE ROCKS MY SOCKS!

&lt333333 Rachel! She took pictures of me in my Kurt costume for her photography class, and she printed the first one today! And it PRODS SEVENTEEN DIFFERENT KINDS OF BUTTOCK.

Click!

I look slightly bucktoothed, but I care not. This one is DEFINITELY my favourite. I can’t wait to see what comes next!

Ooh! I found one more pic of me as Kurt. Probably my personal favourite, in fact, except for the scary, messed-up hair. It reminds me of the initial publicity shots of Nightcrawler, where Alan was trying to look as frightening as possible, but ended up looking like he was trying to dislodge peanut butter stuck to his gums. I ♥ Alan.

Clicksie!

(and was anyone else amused at how layout!Kurt seemed to be looking directly at Invincible!Alan before this entry was posted? I was.)