In retrospect, this could have gone better...
Past Fuckups
Monday, October 27, 2003
07:39 p.m.
Some Chimps in Jackboots...
music: For Pete's Sake- Yellowcard
You are "Hedwig and the Angry Inch". You
lead a glitzy life and love being in the
spotlight, no matter how many people might try
booing you off the stage. Keep your head high
and things will all fall into place.
!?!What Indie Film Personality Are You!?!
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Sandpaper rocks the hardcore.
That is all.
Sunday, October 26, 2003
11:03 p.m.
See Androids Fighting Brad and Janet
music: Science Fictin Double Feature- Punk Cover
Proofed Dan's Hamlet essay. It had a slashy moment. I laughed. Unfortunately, it's not on the right topic for the last 4 pages. ~winces~ Poor Dan.
Oh, and yours truly made a new friend. Jenna made me talk to this guy with her. Long story short, he likes anime, plays in a punk rock band and likes Far from Heroes. Or rather, is opening for Far From Heroes. Lucky shit. Anyway, Ian. The weirdness of my internet life continues. But he asked if he could add me because I am witty and shit. So yeah. Like I said, weird.
I need a cape so badly...
Sunday, October 26, 2003
01:32 a.m.
Whoo...
music: Planet Schmanet, Janet- Tsunami Bomb
Big weekend. Much has happened, mostly because it's
a) Mom's birthday (tomorrow, actually, but we've done stuff for the last two days)
b) one week until Halloween
c) a couple days until my English essay is due
A went well. Mom and I saw Runaway Jury, which rocked quite hardcore-ish. It's great fun, and a totally fun, if sometimes enraging ride. Then we saw Mystic River today. It was good, but a total downer. The acting was great, though. Almost made up for :Jimmy killing off Dave: but not quite.
B is still in progress, but going fine. After slacking off on Halloween costumes for the last 3 years it's amazing to finally be working on one this hard. Still need my staff, my cape, and some velcro. Mmm... velcro. Oh, and a hairstyle. Maybe I should just dye the ends green now. Hm...
C sucked ass. (No, not you C, point c. Oh nevermind...) The essay is majorly shitty. The topic was one of the most dull and inpenetrable things I've ever had the pleasure of working with. The essay sounds as though I wrote it while someone pointed a gun at my head. Bah.
STAND UP: You are a natural stand-up comedian. You
watch the news with people, and when you give
your opinions, people start laughing. They are
not laughing at you, they are laughing because
what you say is so TRUE. The world is a very
funny place, full of natural comedy. All you do
is repeat various humorous things that you
notice from everyday life. Your unique
perspective on the world is what makes you so
funny. Of all the various comedy types, you may
be the funniest of them all!
PREMIUM COMEDY OF YOUR TYPE IS WELCOMED AT:
href="http://pub98.ezboard.com/bkickbanned">http://pub98.ezboard.com/bkickbanned
How funny are you?
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Aw, thanks. This is why the News (doesn't) pay me to write a column for them.
Hm... have an urge to write EW fic. Why must it be so late? Why? Will do quizzes instead. Sorry.
You are Form 3, Unicorn: The Innocent.
"And The Unicorn knew she wasn't meant to
go into the Dark Wood. Disregarding the advice
given to her by the spirits, Unicorn went
inside and bled silver blood.. For her
misdeed, the world knew evil."
Some examples of the Unicorn Form are Eve
(Christian) and Pandora (Greek).
The Unicorn is associated with the concept of
innocence, the number 3, and the element of
water.
Her sign is the twilight sun.
As a member of Form 3, you are a curious
individual. You are drawn to new things and
become fascinated with ideas you've never come
in contact with before. Some people may say
you are too nosey, but it's only because you
like getting to the bottom of things and
solving them. Unicorns are the best friends to
have because they are inquisitive.
Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Cool?
Oh, and I saw The Matrix Revolutions trailer today. it looks way, way better than Reloaded. I hope. But it is still not quite as exciting as one little... uhm... word: ROTK! So it isn't quite a word. Oh well.
Congratulations! You have an understanding of the
goth culture!
A True Goth Quiz
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Hm. Go me.
You're a pirate! You sexy beast! You do whatever
you want and whatever profits you the most. You
also get to see the world while searching for
booty. You are feared by your enemy and adored
by others. Or just plain out feared. Whatever
floats your boat.
Ninja vs Pirate
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Arrrrrr....
Thursday, October 23, 2003
04:03 p.m.
For My Own Sinister Purposes
music: Yearbook Chatter and Sinister Jason Laughter
Rose Tint My World, Baby
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
10:47 p.m.
Some Old Blog Shit.
music: Jungle Love- Steve Miller Band (don't ask...)
Below is some stuff from the (second) great pitas.com downtime of 2003 that I wrote in a wordfile and then promptly forgot to post when the site went back up. Whoo.
Saturday, October 18th:
music: Go Away- SR-71
Went to Stephen's tonight for his birthday thing. Watched Castle in the Sky and The Crow, for about the 4th time. Ate way too much junk food and laughed at the general weirdness of Anna Paquin's voiceover in Castle. If there is any actrees in the world worse for dubbing, I'd like to hear about it.
And as a plesent end to a good evening, I came home to find my Iowa K-girl finished the first bit of my birthday gift. I LOVE YOU, KAY, MARRY ME!
BTW: Some days I really wonder if Dan and I are on the same page. Of course, we were the only people who knew what we were doing during the 'squaring up' process. But the rest of the time... meh, I think I move to fast for Dan's personal pace. Or something.
But tonight was much goodness. Yups.
Same Evening, Different Chorus:
music: Stigmatized- The Calling
Listening to angsty breakup songs. Resisting the urge to drabble. Ok, not really resisting. Actually, not resisting at all...
"Time can solve the mystery... but love is only temporary."
He stared at the livingroom ceiling. Stared at the cracks running through old white paint. Stared at the small water stain in the corner nearest the window which had been there for as long as he could remember and which no one had ever bothered to paint over. Stared without blinking, until his eyes ached and everything blurred into a haze of off-white.
He could feel a spring in the old couch under him digging into his back. There were other lumps too, one of which might have been a beer bottle stuffed under the couch cushions. He hadn't bothered to check for artifacts of past parties before laying down.
It was a little pathetic, he supposed. There he was, the class valedictorian, dressed in the best suit he'd been able to afford on his paycheck, laying on a busted, secondhand couch while the speech he was scheduled to give in less than an hour burned merrily in the ash tray resting on his stomach. He had lit the first page with the cigarette still in his mouth and had fed the remaining pages to the fire at subsequent intervals. Had he wanted to, he could have roasted marshmallows.
The cigarette had burned down to a tube of ash long ago, most of which was now on his shirt. Tsk. How would the school principal feel if he turned up to his graduation ceremony with cigarette ashes on his clothing and smoke in his hair?
Not that it mattered very much, since he had already been missing said ceremony for ten minutes. He fed the third page of his speech to the ashtray, watching as the little index card curled up around the edges. The flame was used to light another cigarette. He took a deep drag and finally allowed his eyes to close.
The ‘grand march,' or whatever that walk to the stage had been called should have been over by then. The principal would have given her opening comments. And somewhere behind the scenes someone would be looking for a phone to call...
The telephone rang.
Bingo.
Whoever was on the other end waited exactly twenty four rings before finally hanging up. He raised the cigarette to his mouth, inhaling smoke into his lungs, the nicotine creating a gentle, soothing buzz.
"You're swimming faster than you know... but you can't fight the undertow..."
He wondered what Frell was doing. Or, more likely, what Frell and his new girlfriend were doing. Probably all the usual thing that couples did. Hand holding. Mushy-eyed gazes across a crowded auditorium. A casual arm around the waist. Stupid and silly endearments whispered in an ear.
He dropped another page into the fire, adding the barely smoked cigarette to the blaze as an afterthought. The flames cracked a couple times as he removed the ashtray from his stomach and set it on the coffee table. Part of noted that he ought to put out the fire before leaving, but he wasn't sure if he cared whether or not his apartment was accidentally burnt down.
The light was still dancing over the livingroom walls when the front door slammed behind him.
I know, I know. I have a thing for characters who smoke, even though I'm not fond of it in real life. Weird,ne?
Anyway, that should bring us back up to date, as I have no life. Although, I did talk to Kay last night. And there was much happiness. I love you, Kay-chan! ~snuggles~
And BTW: Happy International Shin Day.
Yup.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
10:35 p.m.
Well... Motherfucker.
music: Clearest Indication- Great Big Sea
Pitas lost most of my entries for the month.
I have an essay due on Tuesday with pretty much no class time to work on it. (And a boring topic)
The Barenaked Ladies aren't doing a Canadian tour.
...today fuckin' sucks.
[Edited: I also double posted this entry. Christ...]
Tuesday, October 7, 2003
09:24 p.m.
Be your Venus on a chocolate clamshell, riding on a sea of marshmallow foam...
music: Killing Me- Sugarcult
And now, the return of Incriminating Ryan Malcolm quotes...
"“Billy and I are really close... We’ll definitely have some sort of relationship in the future," -From the Calgary Sun, taken in context, with only the narrative removed.
Anyway, today was pretty good considering how shitty I still feel. (fever, sore throat, etc.) Got my English project back. You know, the original fiction piece using two of my characters from my slash serial. And when I put it like that, some of you may finally understand why I was nervous about it, even if there wasn't any slash in the paper.
But I got a 95. And only lost marks on the technical stuff. Whoo.
And I got to thwap Andrew on the head, and discuss Stephen's lack of compassion for Claudius. Not to mention his impression of Ophelia for the diary enty he's supposed to be writing. No really, don't mention it.
Grad elections were at lunch. Jesse O'Brian is the dinner-planning GOD. Other than that I didn't give much of a shit. Grad doesn't interest me so much as finding out when Carleton is going to send me my damned admissions forms.
Oh, and Katelynn thinks I'm flirting. Lies! All lies! ...or at least half-truths. Sigh. -_-;;
But she's flirting with a tenth grader, so who's worse, K-chan? Hey? Hey?
Yeah, I know. Me.
Oh, and one final thing: C has a deviant art page. You do that conforming thing, C!
I think that's all. Yeah.
Tuesday, October 7, 2003
09:21 p.m.
Oh Dear Gods...
music: Sugar Daddy- Hedwig and the Angry Inch
This is alternately the funniest and worst thing I have recently read.
Don'cha love MSTs?
Sunday, October 5, 2003
11:01 p.m.
Well.
music: Sugar Daddy- Hedwig and the Angry Inch
It's one of those nights, isn't it?
Sunday, October 5, 2003
10:21 p.m.
Huh.
music: 4AM- Our Lady Peace
Dad and I were rehashing my chlidhood memories on the way home. I brought up this girl-Chantel, I that think might've been her name-who used to used to live across from us, and who I palled around with when I was four or five.
And then Dad told me that her father was a pedophile. Which explains why I only have one memory of ever being allowed to play at her house, and that was when her dad wasn't home. She moved away before I hit elementary school and our new neighbours moved in and up until tonight, I hadn't thought of her in years.
But still, it's not the sort of thing you expect to find out. And I'm not entirely sure what I think, knowing that.
Weird skeleton to find in your closet, you know?
Sunday, October 5, 2003
01:28 a.m.
For the Lovers...
music: So Far Away- Staind
So I finished FInal Fantasy VI. Wow. That's about all I can say. Cute, touching SD ending and then a beautiful, just amazingly beautiful movie clip.
Why do you yearn to live when everything will die?
...For the lovers.
~smiles happily~
Now that's a good game.
Saturday, October 4, 2003
07:17 p.m.
Pain.
music: Cartoon Heroes- DDR Mix
Christiana, if you want to hang out you have to ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE.
Sigh, I'm so tired and my leg is killing me. Otherwise, camp was ok.
Extreme ping pong rocks. Trampolines suck.
Someone freaking kill me.
Thursday, October 2, 2003
10:48 a.m.
Quiz Spam for Everyone!
First off, I'd liek to say that I AM NOT A RABID YUGI-OH ANYTHING! Ok, so I've read a few fanfics for something to do, I don't like the show and I don't like the characters. But some of the slash is ok. Got it???
Anyway, on with the quizzes.
You're Most Like The Season ... NO wait! Hold it!
You're not like a season at all! You're a
psycho... You need a new season created just
for you.
You either answered wildly to be different, or you
truly are a 'special case'. Independant -
maybe, Intelligent - somewhat. Weird and wacky
- most certainly.
A nut case, a fruit cake, the joker, the insane
lunatic :) However be careful or you may get
locked up. Well Done... You're not at home in any of the
seasons, you creat your own.
?? Which Season Are You ??
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... I want a cow suit.
You are Ariel from The Little Mermaid!
What Disney Princess are you?
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Swoosh. Let's all kill Victorica! (Long story, that...)
Kyan: Grooming Guru
Which Member from Queer Eye for the Straight Guy is your type?
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I want to see this show. It really sounds hysterically funny.
The ones written by wannabes who can't type out all
their words are your least favorite. The
content doesn't matter because their words are
almost incomprehensible anyway.
What Type of Personality Quiz do You Hate?
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So true... ~twitches~ Still want to kill Vic.
~laughs~ Ok, go take this, if only to see the hilariously suck 'illustrations'.
Tact? Whassat?
Alianne of Pirate's Swoop. Daughter to Alanna and
George she's wanted to spy for as long as she's
been able to THINK. Alli was kidnapped and made
a slave then servant on the Copper Isles where
she met Nawat. She's a little busy right now,
she's trying to help a revolution.
What Character From Tortall Would You Be?
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Oooh... this is the new series I haven't read yet. ~bounces~ Sounds cool. Anyone with Alana and George's genes has to rock.
You're pretty kick back and mellow. you don't hold
on to things. You just let them roll off your
shoulders. Some might say you're too passive.
Ah...fuck them. You're fine. You're chill.
Are you an Asshole?
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Yeah. Chill...
Andrea's To Buy List:
- The Slippery Slope by lemony Snickett
- The new Tamora Pierce book (the second I can get it)
- My X/1999 book (if the order didn't go through... -_-)
- A machette. So I can kill Victoria while she tries to read over our shoulders and not shut up... Sigh.
Passive-agressive? Where?
You are Faris from Final Fantasy V! You were a
young princess but fell off a dragon into the
sea and were picked up by pirates. You became a
pirate captain and aren't very feminine but are
still attractive. You are a good fighter,
competant at both magic and physical combat.
-image by unknown-
A comprehensive quiz: What Final Fantasy female would you be?
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Thinking I'm going to have to actually play FFV now...
Wednesday, October 1, 2003
10:36 p.m.
Yay!
music: Stuck in America- Sugarcult
My K girl is back! Well, she's still alive anyway. And my other K girl and I went out and played lovely lovely DDR. ^_^ We're getting A ratings on beginner. And I still suck at lite. But I will imporve. Yes preciousssss...
I like Buddy Holly... *^_^*
Started having doubts about my Ollie-centric English project. Mr. Anderson always seems to sap my confidence just by existing. Then I went home and Mom had pulled my rough copy out of my computer desk garbage (because it was sticking out the top)and asked me if I, 'Made all that up myself.'
That sounds like an insult, but it's one of the nicest compliments I've recieved in a long time. She said she really liked it. She wants to mail it to my Grandmother. She thinks I should show it to my Dad.
Supportive parents fucking rock.
Working on the final level of FF6. Might finish some time this month. Whoo!
[Edited to Add:
Yes, yes I am...]
Monday, September 29, 2003
08:56 p.m.
Meh.
music: Hey Mister- Custom (remember this song?)
Silliness is an unavoidable state of being. -Damon Albarn
Supposed to be doing English. Have decided to use my prose assignment as an excuse to write more of Flourescent Light Special. You know, the Ollie and Frell thing.
Course, despite the actual coolness of the project I can't seem to accmoplish anything.
I miss my K girls. And my C girl, too.
Bah...
Monday, September 29, 2003
03:41 p.m.
Lyrics for Andrea
music: Bakcground noise- Yearbook
F34R my Billy Idol.
Rebel Yell
Dancing With Myself
Damn you, C. Damn you...
[Edited to add: 
Red! Your eyes are red! You're a very distant
person, and you tend to hunger for power. In a
Manga, you'd be the sexy evil villan. Nothing
wrong with that, although you may want to think
about toning down the killing.
What Color Are Your Anime Eyes?
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Sexy evil villains! Whoo!]
Sunday, September 28, 2003
10:24 p.m.
Jeasus Wrap
music: I Do I Do I Do- Creamy
"You know, on the Canadian Idol cd cover, they put Ryan and Billy side by side." -Christiana
The Edit is done. I repeat, the edit is done!
Yup. All 27 chapters edited in the span of 2 and a bit months. It's weird to be done again. Very weird indeed, but nice. I now have an end line that I like, and when I flipped over the last page guess what I found?
The 7th cast picture. Some surprises rock.
And I had cake tonight, too. How appropriate.
Ciao,
Andrea.
Sunday, September 28, 2003
02:10 a.m.
Peroxide for Your Brain
music: Numb- Linken Park
"I'd like to watch slash..." -My English teacher, Mr. Anderson, as heard by me
Anyway, went to C's. Watched Residant Evil, which was pretty good and reminded me why I want to play the game. Then we watched Tokyo Raider. ...just, no comment.
And there was tarot and stuff. Whoo. Feel like I should have worked for a bit when I got home. But did I? NO!
I love me. But I love BMB more. Snap Skids, snap! Yell Skids, yell! *^_^*
Today is good.
Saturday, September 27, 2003
01:36 p.m.
~huggles Andrinor~
music: Perfect- Simple Plan
And even when we act for the noblest reasons, the last link of the chain all too often drips with someone's blood. - Stehpen King, Lunch at the Gotham Cafe
Well, Chapter 26 is edited. Id forgotten how much angst there suddenly is in that last little bit. I feel very bad for Adrienne. And for the first time all book I really like my characterization of Talli. Wow.
So now there's one chapter to go. Five more pages.
And then I'll take my break. I've got fanfic to finish, and another book to work on if I feel like it.
I've gotta say, though, it feels weird to be this close to the end all over again.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
10:02 p.m.
Quick Moment
I think Will and Jack (on Will and Grace) slept together. O.o
And then there's this:
What Yaoi Fangirl Type Are You?
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Oooh! CSI!
[Edited to Add: OH MY GOD, Grissom has a beard!]
Thursday, September 25, 2003
09:10 p.m.
I'll see you pseudo-Tolkien rejects in the morning...
music: Silver and Cold- AFI
"As soon as I saw Billy - I knew I was going to start crying especially when I saw him crying. I thought it was amazing that he could show that much love in front of all those millions of viewers." -Ryan Malcolm (in a Chat)
Chapter 25 edited. Can you believe I even HAD a chapter 25, much less an edited one? It still blows me away.
2 chapters left to go before I can set this aside for a little while. 13 pages. 2 days. Yikes, eh?
Oh, new CSI tonight. I'm plugging for more from Lady Heather, everyone's favourite dominatrix. She was fun. Forget Sarah, Grissom belongs with the lady with the whip.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
10:52 p.m.
Something Had Come...
music: Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous- Good Charlotte
Chapter 24 edited.
Up next, a field trip to that world famous tree, the last day of school and the last chapter.
*O_O*
Scary, ne?
Oh, and Billy Idol (yes, that 80's guy) rocks. The world needs more leather wearing pop-rockers. ^_^
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
10:26 p.m.
A Good Day? ~gasps~
music: For the Ocean- Finger 11
And I'm like, 'Woah. I just wrote a blow job scene...' -Katelynn
The funniest line of the whole day. Even better than, "You broke my sternum!"
So today was pretty good. Mr. Rappaport actually complimented me when the whole band was playing. That never happens. I never get noticed unless I've majorly fucked up. It was actually pretty cool to get a 'good job' for once.
Was talking to C and realized something interesting, that I hadn't really known until I said it. I think I'm pretty much completely over the Murray thing. I'll always feel kinda bad at the way things worked out, sure. But I don't seem to be crushing on him any more.
That alone may be the best news I've heard in weeks.
But even better is what Stephen told me:
S: That girl [Chrissy] is stalking me.
A: Stalking you?
S: Yeah, she sits by me on the bus and keeps hitting on me and stuff.
A: ~frustrated~ See? She does this to EVERY GUY I KNOW!
S: Aw, don't worry, I'd never leave you for her.
A: ...thanks, Stephen.
S: She doesn't have anything to offer me anyway. ~thinks for a moment~ Well, not that I'd want, anyway.
Guys who don't want sex from Chrissy rock.
Oh, and I'm finally caught up/ahead in Bio. My English is done. My Math is doable in one spare. And there is DDR Friday.
Whoo!
Oh, and I edited chapter 23 last night. I think I forgot to write that up.
Four to go...
Sunday, September 21, 2003
11:01 p.m.
Say You Will
music: Elevation- U2
Chapter 23 edited. 5 to go...
Have decided Fleetwood Mac's 'Say You Will' is a great Adrienne/Andrinor song. It sounds like 'Drienne's sentiments after certain things. And I don't mean Liaden. Nooo...
Lyrics Here
But you kind of have to hear it to truly understand it's A/A greatness.
...besides, it makes me bounce. ^_^;;;
Sunday, September 21, 2003
11:57 a.m.
Random Bandwagon Jumping
music: Maybe I'm Wrong- Blues Traveler
I'm finally doing the Fushi quizzes. F34R me...
Nuriko- You are Nuriko! The cross-dressing seishi!
Not to mention the one with the most physical
strength. And the prettiest. You lost your
younger sister at a young age, which led to
your dressing as a woman, as well as your
imphatuation with a certain handsome emperor!
Fushigi Yuugi- - - Which Suzaku no Seishi are you?
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I'm not sure what that says about me, but I do think Hotohori's kinda hot in a girly sort of way. ^_^;;;
On a random note: Yay for harmonica solos! Katelynn or C may know what I'm talking about (hint: look at music).
You're Tasuki!
"Sparkplug" doesn't even begin to
describe you, you fiery little trickster!
Whether you're having a discussion, comforting
a friend, or just out for dinner, you always do
everything as loudly and frankly as possible!
Don't worry though, you make up for your
overall brashness by being as brave as they
come and uniquely sensitive and sweet (though
you may try to hide it with feigned annoyance).
The Fushigi Yuugi Personality Quizzicle (with pictures)!
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Gasp, I'm the first person not to get two for two. But I think this one may make more sense. Shibs.
Sunday, September 21, 2003
01:35 a.m.
Oh Yeah...
music: Better Way- The Ataris
Found this reading some old, saved and grossly inacurate MSN conversations. It's from a 'Which 7th NPC Are You' Quiz:
Andrinor Mialrin. You're a yes man with an inferiority complex. You've spent your whole life being treated like dirt, but you secretly just want someone to love you.
Instead, you got Liaden.
Classification: doormat
I'm a bitch, ne?
Sunday, September 21, 2003
12:16 a.m.
Mm. Yeah...
music: Fisherman's Horiaon- Umatsu
"Watch out for the new Billy Klippert and Ryan Malcolm cd. It will have every kind of rock you can imagine. Sedimentary, limestone.." -Ryan Malcolm
Today's Progress Report:
- Chapter 21 beta-ed
- Kerwyn worshipped
Seriously, that alchemy teacher is my hero. Who else would, when one of their students passes out cold, stand there and grin and blithley make comments like, "Well [your potion] either works, or you've killed him."
I'm starting to think that he's got Adrienne/Andrinor otaku flags hiding in his closet. Can't you just see it...?
"Kerwyn..." Darley Emens groaned, walking into the alchemist's bedroom lab. "I thought that you got rid of that telescope."
"Ssh," the Professor waved her away, peering intently down at the courtyard, "I think they're finally going to snog!"
It makes sense if you think about it. I mean, he spends all his time praising Adrienne and flirting with Andrinor. He's got a vested interest. And Liaden's icky. No one would ship that except people like me. ^_^;;;
Saw, in order, Mambo Italiano, Liberty Heights, Underworld and The Order, this weekend.
Mambo: Cute, smartly funny and with the cutest lead. Luke Kirby's Angelo makes me wish I were a guy so I could have a chance. Nino is an ass.
And I'm sure Katelynn and I were the only two people who knew before going into the theatre that the movie was about two gay men. Heh...
Liberty: Funny, heartwarming, and generally beautiful. I love Ben Foster. He needs to star in more movies. And the sentiments were cool. Should a nice youg Jewish boy dress up as Hitler? And, for that matter, should Jesse O'Brian?
Underworld: Fun. Silly CG werewolves. Hot male lead. Corsets and skintight vinyl/leather. And I still say the vamp/werewolf cross looked like a non-fuzz nightcrawler. I need a life.
Order: Not bad, but felt very long. Too many moments of hentai-style interpretation on our parts, though. And why would a preist ask for a bowl of dry cornflakes?
Meh... the new yaoi addiction is killing me. And it's all her fault. Her and her Kyel ficcie with its prettiness and her 'tell me about Davron' mantra.
Bah...
I think I'll go to bed or something. Yeah. Sleep good.
WHoo.
Saturday, September 20, 2003
11:46 p.m.
Hn.
music: Elenor Rigby- Godsmack
See Andrea. See Andrea fuck with blog. Will write real entry when I get this finished up.
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