A Lost spinoff exclusively for Verizon mobile phones? Of all the stupid ideas. Wouldn’t looking at something that small make your eyes bleed? And I know the show has some pretty devoted followers, but would people shell out $15 a month to watch a few extra minutes of unnamed cast member screentime? Someone’s got delusions of grandeur, cough Disney cough.
Just finished the audiobook of Grave Peril, the third book in Jim Butcher’s “The Dresden Files.” According to the website I preordered it from, it wasn’t supposed to ship until December 1st. Well, it and book #2, Fool Moon, arrived Monday morning!
[earlier this week]
Me: *bleeds* Bite me, Universe.
God: Here, have the second and third “Dresden Files” audiobooks, read aloud by James Marsters.
Me: Praise Jesus!
Mmm, mp3 CDs. Half-price. I’ve been listening almost solidly since Monday evening, in all the time I wasn’t sleeping, cramming for my Psyc midterm (which I think I ROCKED), or in class. Now I’m off to put a dent in all the other delicious books on my to-read list, or at least until I buy the remaining books in a lump on ebay the Philadelphia library gets ahold of the fourth book in the series.
I’m so glad my fangirlyness led me to discovering these books! Thank goodness for the lovely ladies at Phauxcon, who kept gushing over them. If you’re looking for another fandom great book series, consider checking them out. And if you choose to go the audiobook route, so much the better!
(Whee, Veronica Mars in a few minutes!)
Finally, the chance to explain my previous post! Major TMI warning!
Saturday night, I went to the hospital for what turned out to be a urinary tract infection. This was my first, and if you’ve never had one, it’s easily my most painful experience in memory. I was constantly having to use the restroom, but the act felt like I was being stabbed. There was also a rather significant amount of blood in my urine, and Priscilla and the Sight of Blood do not mix well, especially when it is her own.
I ended up staying at the hospital for almost four hours, due to the general craziness of the ER on a Saturday night and my unlucky habit of being in the bathroom whenever a doctor came by to look in on me. Ko wins the Best Roommate Ever prize for skipping her cast party to keep me company and to prevent me from freaking out. The Hospital of the University of Pennsylvania wins the Most Astute Method of Treating a Freaked Out Female College Student, assigning me Will the Really Hot Male Nurse Or Perhaps Intern and Dustin The Not Quite As Hot As Will But Nonetheless Muffinesque Doctor.
The next morning, I was feeling great. The antibiotic they gave me worked like magic (And Madam Pomfrey isn’t nearly as cute as Will). I’m following my antibiotic/painkiller regimen religiously and drinking absurd quantities of water and cranberry juice, and I have a checkup Wednesday morning. All is good in the land of Cellie, with the possible exception of my Psyc midterm tomorrow.
Bad night, to say the least. Everything is more-or-less resolved now, and I’m more-or-less fine, and I will go into detail (or at least, be slightly more descriptive) in the morning. Things that make life not suck: Ko, who is an awesome dancer and the best roommate ever, and Will, the really hot male nurse.
DUDE. I talked to Jill at Aaron’s birthday party (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!), and apparently her list of shows for consideration for the Spring Fling musical is essentially a “short list” of some of my favourite musicals. Bat Boy, Urinetown, Little Shop of Horrors, (Damn Yankees, which I am unfamilliar with), and possibly Reefer Madness.
Next semester is going to ROCK. And I was worried there might not be any exciting shows next semester!
Read this little minicomic — it’s hilarious. And bonus Firefly reference! Ganked from DeeDee.
Meanwhile, I can’t believe I left my Trelawney glasses at home. I knew I’d want to dress up for the movie, and the only other Potter outfit I have is my lame Percy costume (legitimized only by the red Prefect badge and admittedly awesome maroon “P” Weasley sweater). Today is the Potter Preceptorial, and I have no glasses to wear with the rest of my Trelawney costume! Teh woe. I’ll just wear my real glasses and show off the pictures of me at the HP6 Midnight party to anyone that comments. :D
Edit: Woah, my own glasses actually look really good with the costume! Not as good as these, but still awesome. I’ll have to see if I can borrow Deep’s camera. *sob*
I can’t believe this is actually real. Idaho House Concurrent Resolution #29 Honoring Napoleon Dynamite. Flippin’ sweet!
YAY! The four-week-long Period From Hell is OVER! (Knock on wood.) Joy in my heart, I DANCE.
So I just met with Professor Mintz, one of the most loved professors at Penn, regarding Math, politics, life, and related topics. Long story short, he wants me to TA his class next fall! In a word, SQUEEEE.
Oh good grief. I just caught myself idly comparing the plotline of Richard Wright’s Native Son with Little Shop of Horrors. I think I need to be hit over the head with the Fandom Bat. My brain goes strange places after I get out of a midterm.
Lost. And the Darwin Award goes to…! Thank you for your efforts in weeding out the stupidity and self-centeredness (and other less desirable qualities) from the gene pool! Oh, and now that your S.O. is free, he should know that I’m totally available. :D It’s annoying that they have to kill off a girl, though, when there aren’t enough ladies as is. When is Hurley going to get some sweet lovin’? HURLEY/RANDOM BLONDE CHICK (Sophie?) OTP!
Veronica Mars. This week’s episode sponsored by AOL and BlueTooth! She uses AOL? Despite everything, my respect for her just plummeted. XD And I never thought I’d say this last year, but Clarence Weedman WINS EVERYTHING.
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