Lunatics and Princesses

Happy New Year. Akemashite Omedeto Gozaimasu.

I apologize for the Xmas meltdown post. The computer at school had frozen and I'd lost my entire philosophy paper, which a) was due in twenty minutes; b) was the equivalent of a final exam and c) is the one grade that's a graduation requirement. Got an extension, but only til the 26th... and with working retail, that meant that my Xmas night was taken. Wound up crying hysterically and demanding valium while my mother yelled at me to just plagarize something of the net- because those professors never check that stuff anyway!

Made it. I've officially graduated from OCC with a 3.525 cum. GPA. (Got an A- in Philosophy.)

The best part, though, was Jeannette coming home for Xmas (kinda.) I went to Xmas dinner at her house on New Year's Eve, and then we came back here to the apartment. New Year's was SO MUCH BETTER THAN LAST YEAR. No almost-alcohol-poisioning! No incoherent, sucky drunkeness! Just chillin', getting tipsy on cosmopolitans and snarking at the spending on Platinum Weddings. We cried over this and that and Dick Clark not being what he used to be, rocked out to Christina Aguilera and made several drunken resolutions.

Then everyone trucked off to bed, and Jean and I shot the shit till 2:30. This is were it gets, um, complicated.

I tucked Jean in on the couch at exactly 2:28. When I went downstairs in the morning, Jean was gone and Gerard was passed out on the couch in her place. Come to find out, he had let himself in at quarter to three. Jean freaked and was about to "protect my hovel" by beaming G-funk in the head with the empty champagne bottle. Thankfully, they figured out who they were- "You're the Navy guy?" "You're the Army chick?" and they told each other war stories before Jean went back to her mom's.

We hung out a couple of days later, too, which was nice because we had the whole day to just kind of relax. Goddamn, I miss her when she's not here. She's the one who really keeps me sane and grounded and all, better than anyone other than my mom can. We had a weird kind of talk about the shit that's been going down lately. I think I might acutally go and try and get outside help about my reclusive streak- it's gotten really bad. It's to the point now that when the phone rings, I look at it and can't physically make myself pick it up. My heartrate goes faster and I can't breathe easily. It's fucking pathetic. The theory is that now that school is over and work has calmed down, I can find the time to do something about it.

Now I just need a new job. Wheeeeee job search in a depressed market.

So, that's where I've been.

Time to do college apps. Go me.

Watching Sin City this weekend didn't bring out my dark, violent side.

No, not at all. Really. And I swear by all that is holy that there is no sword in my underwear drawer, sais in my t-shirt drawer, or a small arsenal of projectile weapons behind my shelves.

Speaking of holy things, the Pope died. It's really kind of freaky, but that's only because I just finished reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown (the DaVinci Code guy.) In that book, the Pope dies and all kinds of crazy shit goes down. Now the real Pope dies, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from calling the Vatican and telling them to check the necropolis for antimatter before they lock the cardinals in for conclave.

Nothing really productive went on this weekend. Got in a fight with my father over apartment stuff; picked up my sister's prom dress; hung out with Tom for a bit, because I haven't seen him since I've gotten back from WA; went to work and found out that the choir director got fired; watched the CSI from Thursday night and wasn't very impressed; watched a little bit of Lara Croft 2 and was happy when the parts that mattered (read: that part on the boat with the handcuffs) didn't skip; walked through a mud puddle... twice, actually.

Thought for about three hours that going to school for investigation and shooting for a spot in the FBI was stupid and pointless and considered going to Plan B. I would so make a kickass mermaid. Then I figured I could work as a mermaid and moonlight as an FBI agent.

[I really wish it was eleven o'clock]

The Weeki Wachee mermaids should really look into getting tails made by
Tail Man instead of the fabric ones they have. Or if they have his fabric ones, then they should switch to latex. I'm sure they could get a discount on them (but how much could a discount matter when one tail retails through Neiman Marcus for about ten grand?)

[I really wish it was eleven o'clock]

I. Feel. So. Stupid.

LIKE OMG I TOTALLY DID NOT DYE MY HAIR BLONDE YET- WTF?!?!?!?!

Basically, I missed a lab question because I was too dumb to see the forest for the trees. I swear to god, if you add three digits and a fancy name to a number I've known since the first day of chemistry class, I will not recognize it, and I will get the problem wrong, and my lab professor, who thinks I'm smart, will take me to task on it, and say that only one person in the class used this number for the problem, and WHY WASN'T IT YOU?????

*sob*

AND I got canvassed by CCE last night. The people I worked for over the summer. I couldn't send the girl away without about ten letters and fifteen bucks, because I know how much it sucks to be doing that. The upshot of this is, I'm down fifteen dollars. Guh.

In other news, Matt Ashby saved my ass from getting run over by a very speeding car this morning when I absentmindedly walked out into traffic. I told him thank you, but he said he just didn't want to get blood on his shoes.

Oh, and I'm skipping the Winterguard Home Show this year to go to a strip club. That is all.

Message left on my answering machine by Andy last night:

Thursday Jan. 20th 9:17 PM

"I can see all you guys ignoring me and watching your CSI, waiting for the next dwarf massacre... looking for butterflies, and all the DNA left behind. I hope you have fun waiting for the next Sara psycho moment you damn CSI junkies! Bye bye."


ROTFLMAO.


...Tom, do you get this icon now? ;)

For instance, the other night Andy beat Kelsey at LOTR Trivial Pursuit.

I actually won (wow, big suprise.../sarcasm) but Kelsey and Andy decided to play it out all the way to the end. Poor Kelse. And she got all the stupid questions, too- "Who owns the magical mirror in Lothlorien? Where did Frodo wake up after the Ringwraith stabbed him?" and Andy still beat her. After he won she just sat there, staring at the board like she couldn't believe it.

This is actually pretty funny, because Kelsey is not only as big of a geek as I am, but she has a photographic memory, and thus has every line from every extended edition memorized. Andy couldn't remember Gollum's name at one point, and he kept getting questions that had to do with obscure Theoden quotes. Of course Mom and Dad made all kinds of cracks about writing this incident down on the calendar. Poor kid's still kind of in shock. I guess I'm mean even telling you guys about it, but I owe her one for the nickname incident. Payback is sweet. Heh.

.............

Dragged Mom to the store last night so I could make some Christmas gift exchanges. I got a new tiara, since the one Mom got originally was too tall. It's so sweet :) It's a Russian style tiara, which means that the top curves in a half circle as opposed to coming to a central point. It's the style most reminiscent of the kokoshnik, the traditional Russian headdress that the modern tiara is based on. And it's very comfortable and lightweight, which means that I can sit through an opera without getting a headache for once. SCORE!

Also traded in the Random Rap CD for U2's "How to Dismantle An Atomic Bomb." I've been listening to this album constantly since last night, and I just about love it to pieces. I agree with Karen about the GS-ish songs. A lot of them strike me as such, or as songs that would fit well in that ship. But then, I was thinking about that in the shower this morning, and decided that I'm the type of person who makes things into what they want them to be. If my current fandom obsession was still Dark Angel, you can bet that this album would strike me as totally Max/Logan. *ponders* Which, now that I think about it, it does.

............

I wrote a poem last night. This isn't that odd, since I'm constantly writing things like poems and stories in my head, but I actually got up and wrote this one down, so I didn't lose it, or most of it. It's odd what eyeliner and lipstick can inspire in you. Or rather, the lack of motiviation to wash it off once you've put it on, because you're too lazy.

Haven't decided whether or not to post it in here. Might. Might not.

...I love Jorja to death, but my new green necklace is way prettier than hers. Okay, she's not allowed to dress herself anymore, hmmm?

...Oh.

Since I still live in this stupid horrible backwater with my parents and sister, I still have access to the school district newsletter, which I sometimes read when it's lying on the kitchen table and there's nothing else to read.

...Yeah. I totally want a spiffy fake vest thing that says "B'ville Forensics" on it, since that would be nothing short of outright amusment.

Bastards. Why does all the cool shit happen after you graduate?

And they got rid of Room Six. Oh-the-humanity.

*gibbers*

I dreamed about Jay and Silent Bob last night and woke up singing Mariah Carey songs. It's a very disconcerting way to wake up.

Worried about Matthew.

Will call him when I get home.

Hung out with Jeannette and Tim yesterday- we went to Ambrosia for sushi (happy early birthday to me!) and Tim gave us the grand tour of the Channel 9 TV station. We got to goof around in the studio- so next time you see the Rick's recipies segment, you can say, "Heather and Jeannette wore those aprons. And the microwave isn't too clean."

No fun day out is complete without a trip to TriCounty Mall, so we went there too.

And then we left, since there's nothing there to do. Since it is the TriCounty Mall, after all. Deadest mall in America.

...Still worried.

Tom. You're a dunderhead. I hate you.

*pouts*

And I hate your stupid school, too. I hate everyplace but New York.

This is all your fault, you know. If you hadn't said something I would have ignored that guy.

*sticks tongue out again*

Stupid bus trip selling points!!!

GAAAAAAHHH.

New icon is courtesy of _philo_sofia. For you non-CSI people, it's a screencap from "Butterflied" (where Sara's doppleganger is murdered and Grissom freaks out about it. Sara's staring at Debbie Marlin's corpse and thinking, "Shit, she really does look just like me. Creepy.") The quote, of course is from Kill Bill.

"Kill Gil... heh heh heh heh..."

Okay. I have an hour to write this stupid descriptive English essay. Watch me rock this shit.

Thoughts on Troy:

~I am hella jealous of the Trojans' furniture. I loved Hector's room. Want it. Badly.

~ WTF happened to Cassandra???? She was like, my favorite.

~ Yeah, I liked the eye candy. Who wouldn't?

*drools in general*

Also, why did Minas Tirith go with a Romanesque architecture theme? You'd think that they'd go with Gothic. I sat pondering this last night at the cathedral, when I should have been paying attention to my sister getting confirmed; I also spent some quality time doodling on the program. Just like old times.

It's okay. Mrs. Cassidy was bored too. We're planning to descend on Sux's parents up in Oswego one of these days.

Mrs. Cassidy also knows the lyrics to the Milkshake song. She sang it on the way home last night. It was vastly amusing.

And, um... That's it, I guess. For now.

So I'm sitting here, next to Link...

The guy from Legend of Zelda. I wish I had a camera for this.

Wheee!

Tess comes home today, and she tells me that the principal's forming a club.

Miss Cambs? I asked, somewhat incredulous.

Yes, she replied. It's called the Principal's Club, and it's all about strategy.

Strategy??? My eyebrow was up so high that it was giving Elrond a run for his money.

Yes, she told me. They play Risk, and things like that.

So of course I told her never to go near the Principal's Club, scenes from The Faculty running through my head.

Please understand. We called her Invisibitch for a reason. The only time I ever saw her outside of her office was at two school functions, and I didn't even see her until late in my junior year. The woman does nothing, nothing, outside of her office, and all of a sudden, a Principal's Club? WhatEVER.

I suspected aliens were taking over the school before. Now I KNOW it's true.

First... Baldwinsville... then... The World....

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
SHE'S GOING TO MAKE THE MARCHING BAND INTO A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION!!!!!!!

RUUUUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!