nirix5: (me!)
Mom and Tess and I went and saw Les Miserables last night. I was... whelmed. I'd say that I need to see it again to figure out how I feel about it, but I'm not blowing another ten bucks on it in the theater and I'll fall asleep if I try to watch it at home on DVD. So, here are my thoughts.

First, let me say that this musical is my favorite musical of all time, ever ever ever, and I have been waiting what seems like my entire life to see it on the big screen. My expectations were astronomically high, so I guess I was set up for disappointment. I was expecting something along the lines of Chicago, where they took a good stage show and made it into a movie, not a movie of a stage show, if that makes any sense. It was like watching the 25th anniversary special with slightly better costumes. I'd say it had better sets than an anniversary show, but frankly, you couldn't really see the sets with all the intense facial closeups they were doing, so they might as well not have been there. Note on the closeups during ever freaking song- it was boring as fuck. Seriously. I was staring at the ceiling half the time to rest my eyes because visually, I wasn't missing anything. And since most of the movie was filmed this way...ugh. What were they thinking?

The casting was good, basically- Hugh Jackman is an amazing Jean Valjean, and I loved Colm Wilkinson as the bishop. Anne Hathaway was amazing, but when isn't she? I loved how she got progressively sicker- her makeup artist did a fantastic job, too.

Russell Crowe. Oh, Russell. He would have been great playing Javert in the movie. He sucked as Javert in the musical. Well, he didn't suck. He sounded like someone from Panic in the Disco doing a cover of a couple of Javert's songs. His singing was entirely too pretty, and I just wasn't buying the badass cop thing.

WHY DID THEY PICK WHAT'S HIS NAME FOR MARIUS I MEAN NOT ONLY DO YOU LOOK LIKE A BIZARRE CHARICATURE OF A HUMAN BEING YOU SING LIKE MARVIN THE MARTIAN, I MEAN CUT YOUR NOSE OFF YOUR FACE SO YOU CAN DO THE WORLD THE FAVOR OF NOT SINGING THROUGH IT WHILE YOU MOON AROUND AFTER COSETTE WITH YOUR WEIRD FISH EYES.

Cosette was good. I liked Seyfried's portrayal, but then, I like her and I like Cosette. Seriously, people need to get over the Cosette hate. She didn't even know that Eponine existed, she just found a dude that she liked and then married him. Whatever.

I really wish Helena Bonham Carter would retire from acting. This was the one role I thought she would be good in, and imo she kind of bombed. Mme. Thenardier is a very in-your-face role, and HBC played her so delicately- it was strange.

Eponine was awesome. Right? When isn't she? But let's just take a second here to ask the question that's been on everyone's mind. IS HER WAIST REALLY THAT SMALL? Is that natural? Is it a corset? I want to put my hands around her waist just to see if I can do it. I'm pretty sure I can do it. I'm going to creep stalk the actress and put my hands around her waist to see if that was real or if it was the magic of the silver screen. By god, that was crazy.

The death scenes were good- Valjean's was amazing. I think that the problem I had was that I wanted this movie to be like the last three minutes (AMAZING WONDERFUL BREATHTAKING THE FEEEEEEEELS) for the entire thing. I wanted to be swept away and I wasn't. As a result, I've got a case of the blues I just can't shake.

Other notes:

I hate Gavroche. In general.

OH HAY LES MIS WHY DON'T YOU FINISH YOUR SONGS SOMETIMES

Boring boring boring OH HELLO RANDOM STREET FULL OF HOT YOUNG MEN. Suddenly this movie got better.

ENJOLRAS x GRANTAIRE = BROMANCE OF THE AGES. Oh my god, seriously. Their death scene was all, "THE SKY IS OUR CANOPY. GOD'S CANOPY. THE SKY." *bullets*

I was looking forward to Master of the House, since it's a fun song. It wasn't fun. It was gross.

Was it really necessary to add the spine breakage to Javert's death scene? Why couldn't he just have made a big splash? Then the entire theater wouldn't have been all D:

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nirix5: (kill you with my brain (sara))
Saw V for Vendetta yesterday.

Rock my world, Elrond. Totally.

Of course, the LOTR fangirl in me automatically thinks "OMG BAGENDERS." You know it's Elrond behind the mask and you know he's only wearing a mask because Pippin shaved his eyebrows off at that fancy dress ball. And an Elrond without eyebrows is no Elrond at all.

Awesome fucking movie.

Other than that, I feel like shit.
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Eh. Hairstyles were occasionally dumb. Pumpkin went from loveable to annoying. WWII?!?!? When the fuck did that happen? Rob Marshall, you totally skipped like a hundred pages, what the fuck.

Dude, that dance was lame. LAAAAAAAAME.

I don't remember anyone burning the okiya down, but since you got John Williams to do the [wonderful wonderful] soundtrack, I guess I'll let it slide.

Nobu, your arm magically grew back! Hooray.

Um... Americans? O_o

OMFG HATSUMOMO YOU ARE SO COOL I LOVE YOU I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BITCHY PRETTY BABIES!

Memoirs is an okay movie if you haven't read the book at least once every two weeks for the last six or so years and if you don't know a damn thing about geisha culture.

Speaking of which, what the fuck are they talking about when they talk about "Miyako?" "You will be the most famous geisha in all Miyako."

I think you meant Gion. Idiots. *smacks in collective heads*

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First:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEV-KUN!!!!!!!!!

Second:

Last night- after everything got straightened out, after I cooked a pork roast and watched Keeping Up Appearances on PBS- I met Quinn at the mall and we went and saw The Excorcism of Emily Rose. Good movie, with some scary bits, although the whole thing might have been more effective it the rest of the damn theater would have shut the fuck up. Seriously- what about this movie prompted almost everyone to talk during it?

I had parked in the Borders lot, and by the time the movie let out, Borders was closed. We had to walk around the end of the mall to get there; for some reason, this whole trek-through-the-scary-abandoned-parking-lot thing always happens after scary movies, just when you don't want to be passing lonely docking bays and frightening dumpsters. Now, not only are zombies, aliens, and water ghosts out to get us, they're all possessed by demonic forces.

Anyway. I dropped Quinn off at his house and was leaving around two or so, after he fell asleep. I'm fiddling with getting the key in the lock of the car door and happen to glance up at the sky, which is really starry because he lives out in Bumfuck.

Lo and behold, the sky is all lit up and glowing! It's glowing green, which should have been my first clue, but I ran down the check list of what it couldn't be in my head first.

Is the sun coming up?
Not from that direction, it ain't.

Is the Fair still going on?
Nope.

Are there any large cities in the north that I might have missed at some point?
Don't think so.

OMFG! NORTHERN LIGHTS!!!

So I ran tearing back into the house, up the stairs, and barged into Quinn's room. Then I jumped on the bed and shook him awake.

"Quinn, Quinn! Wake up! You have to come see this, it's the Northern Lights!"

"Huh? What? What? What life- where? Who's alive?!?!" He sat straight up and looked around, his eyes still half closed, looking like he thought the roof was going to cave in on him or something. Bah, said I, and dragged him out to the driveway in his underwear- never mind that it was about forty-five degrees out.

Quinn agreed that it was very pretty and cool and wonderful, but he left for a few minutes to go get some clothes on. ("I'm in my underwear. The neighbors can see me. I'm freezing!") Then he got his sister and his mom, and we stood out on the back deck watching it for about twenty minutes. It was incredible; these green ribbons of light pulsating and waving across a beautiful starry sky. Definitely my version of romantic.

("OMG! THERE ARE WEIRD GREEN LIGHTS PULSING IN THE SKY! KISS ME!")

And then this morning, I told Quinn all about the contents of my Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers book. Heart the fact that he doesn't get squicked by my strange choices for topics of conversation- although he did get hung up on the Mellified Man thing.

Spent the rest of the day in bed, sick with a stomach virus.

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nirix5: (aurora borealis)
First:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEV-KUN!!!!!!!!!

Second:

Last night- after everything got straightened out, after I cooked a pork roast and watched Keeping Up Appearances on PBS- I met Quinn at the mall and we went and saw The Excorcism of Emily Rose. Good movie, with some scary bits, although the whole thing might have been more effective it the rest of the damn theater would have shut the fuck up. Seriously- what about this movie prompted almost everyone to talk during it?

I had parked in the Borders lot, and by the time the movie let out, Borders was closed. We had to walk around the end of the mall to get there; for some reason, this whole trek-through-the-scary-abandoned-parking-lot thing always happens after scary movies, just when you don't want to be passing lonely docking bays and frightening dumpsters. Now, not only are zombies, aliens, and water ghosts out to get us, they're all possessed by demonic forces.

Anyway. I dropped Quinn off at his house and was leaving around two or so, after he fell asleep. I'm fiddling with getting the key in the lock of the car door and happen to glance up at the sky, which is really starry because he lives out in Bumfuck.

Lo and behold, the sky is all lit up and glowing! It's glowing green, which should have been my first clue, but I ran down the check list of what it couldn't be in my head first.

Is the sun coming up?
Not from that direction, it ain't.

Is the Fair still going on?
Nope.

Are there any large cities in the north that I might have missed at some point?
Don't think so.

OMFG! NORTHERN LIGHTS!!!

So I ran tearing back into the house, up the stairs, and barged into Quinn's room. Then I jumped on the bed and shook him awake.

"Quinn, Quinn! Wake up! You have to come see this, it's the Northern Lights!"

"Huh? What? What? What life- where? Who's alive?!?!" He sat straight up and looked around, his eyes still half closed, looking like he thought the roof was going to cave in on him or something. Bah, said I, and dragged him out to the driveway in his underwear- never mind that it was about forty-five degrees out.

Quinn agreed that it was very pretty and cool and wonderful, but he left for a few minutes to go get some clothes on. ("I'm in my underwear. The neighbors can see me. I'm freezing!") Then he got his sister and his mom, and we stood out on the back deck watching it for about twenty minutes. It was incredible; these green ribbons of light pulsating and waving across a beautiful starry sky. Definitely my version of romantic.

("OMG! THERE ARE WEIRD GREEN LIGHTS PULSING IN THE SKY! KISS ME!")

And then this morning, I told Quinn all about the contents of my Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers book. Heart the fact that he doesn't get squicked by my strange choices for topics of conversation- although he did get hung up on the Mellified Man thing.

Spent the rest of the day in bed, sick with a stomach virus.

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Okay, so we were watching Charlie's Angels 2 last night, right? Now, this movie came out in 2002 or something. Back in the days when the only thing I knew about CSI was a rat coming out of a dead model's mouth. Anyway, there's this scene in the movie that's a total spoof on CSI. See:

[In the movie, the song "Who Are You" starts playing in the background.]

Feather: Hey! I know this song! Where do I know this song from?
Andy: ...
Feather: OMFG! It's the CSI theme song!
Andy: ...Yes. Yes, it is.
Feather: Yeah, I feel dumb now... OMFG I totally get all the references! LOLOL.

The point is, it was great. The second point is, I totally want to be a Charlie's Angel. Kick ass, save the day, giggle with your friends and be goofy and look good doing it? Sign me up.

Oh, yeah. Happy (Belated) Easter to you all. I hope you ate lots of cool stuff and read lots of crime novels. I did. Long live quasi-adopted Norwegian traditions.

In other, more mundane news, I've got a chemistry test in a few hours and a criminal justice paper due at 9. However, I'm skipping that class and giving it to him later today, because I completely forgot about the damn thing until about 4 PM yesterday. Stupid chemistry drives everything else out of my head, I guess.
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Dear Movie Critics Who Said That "The Grudge" Sucked:

FUCK. YOU.

If I wasn't really tired and if I didn't have a lot of other, more important shit to do, I would totally hunt you down and eviscerate you. If someone had told me that "The Grudge" was actually pretty freaky instead of leading me to believe that it was stupid, then I wouldn't have watched it yesterday, nor would I have had nightmares about weirdo Japanese boys who meow a lot trying to kill me and/or bite my toes off.

GAH.

The only way in that it did, in fact, suck, was that the end was left open. Not so much for a sequel, I think. It was like "The Ring"- you just know that the cycle is going to keep perpetuating itself, and that Kayako is going to go on tormenting Sarah Michelle Gellar forever and ever, or until she morphs back into Buffy and does something about it, whichever comes first.

The other crazy dream I had involved me, Kevin Beesaw, and a random North Syracuse winterguard person conspiring to commit murder in Pittsburgh.

I should probably go find something to eat, so my stomach won't make embarassing noises in CRJ class.

I really hope I did well on my test.

GAH- reprise: Have to rewrite my English paper after Chemistry. Damn you, Heisenberg, for spawning EnglishPaper!plotbunnies.
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OMG THEY TALKED ABOUT MEMENTO.
This is a cosmic sign that we're totally meant to be together for ever and ever and ever my JF crush is way out of control.

Speaking of which, I had a dream that I was in this movie of hers. Which was very, very, VERY strange.


You scored as Mindfuck. Congratulations, you scored Mindfuck. You've probably seen a lot of movies, and have grown to hate mainstream shit. You're looking for the movie that will leave you breathless, and with 21 questions to think about. Check out: Donnie Darko, Being John Malkovich, Pulp Fiction, Memento.

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Mindfuck

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Sadistic Humour

65%

Sci-Fi/Fantasy

60%

Mindless Action Flick

55%

Drama/Suspense

45%

Artistic

45%

Romantic Comedy

10%

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Cath is screwing everyone again, quel suprise.

What the hell. I suppose I should give up GeekLove and force myself to make Cath my favorite character, since she's the one who's got the most drama going on. But there's some stubborn part of me that just won't do it. She gets away with so much shit- and Sara blows up once, and almost loses her job. WHAT. EVER. So Cath making out with Nick/Warrick/Grissom/Ecklie/Another Club Owner/etc--- grr. I dunno. Don't get me wrong- I love the YoBling- but why is it always Cath who gets the drama?

ANYWAY. I did three things of note this weekend.

I drove to Oswego with Manda, Jason, her cousin, and their friend. We drove through a blizzard to get Oreo flurries from McDonald's, and Manda shared hers with me when I went into a hysterical CCE rant. I think I may have scared them, but I couldn't help it.

Yesterday my sister and I made a lemon-pear pie, and it's the best fucking thing on the face of the planet.

Then we went and saw Constantine. It was good for what it was, but it begs to be spoofed. I've been [livejournal.com profile] m15m-ing it all night. It's a giant crossover between The Matrix, The Mummy, The Prophecy, Dogma, and a two-part episode of Angel.

If I have time later, I'll spoof it. However, English might just get in the way of this.
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Actually, I'm in the middle of starting a new fic, but I'm taking the later bus so I'd figure I'd take a brain break and post my thoughts on something I've been thinking a lot about lately.

Memoirs of a Geisha )
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I love Puccini's music, but he puts his heroines through so much shit. It's really kind of ridiculous. I particularly like the one (Manon Lescarut? I think?) where she dies of dehydration in the desert outside of New Orleans.

You see, I wasn't aware that there was a desert outside of New Orleans.

And Turandot is a psychotic ice princess bitch, but I love her anyways.

One of these days, post new computer and post getting photoshop, I'm planning on making a CSI icon set (primarily Grissom/Sara) with the lyrics from Madama Butterfly on them. Particularly the "pin me down" scene, with the lyrics "I hold you, trembling... You're mine." I can't remember the Italian for that, except "you're mine" which is "sei mia."

Speaking of which, Does anyone else think that Sara's mellowed out a bit? )

Had another weird CSI dream again the other night. Long story short, I dreamed that the team was a Jang circle. For those of you who don't know what that is, I suggest you read Tanith Lee's "Biting The Sun." It's like The Matrix, but so much prettier. Anyway, Jang are the teenager type people. In my dream, Grissom and Sara had gotten married for an afternoon or something, and he was being a real ass to her- but whenever anyone else was mean to her, he would smack them around and get real pissed about it. They were all kind of sitting there, and all of a sudden Sara gets a nosebleed, except it's not blood, it's chocolate. Everyone just ignored her, and she just said, "Yeah, I'm dying. I expect I'll be dead in about fifteen minutes or so. It's no big deal." And she's trying to talk through this chocolate hemorraging through her nose, and it's getting all over her electric blue corset. I remember her top because I woke up wishing I had one just like it. (Sans chocolate.) Oh yeah, and everyone had Memento-style tattoos.

I need to stop dreaming. There was the dream about my boss from CCE and the vampire pomeranians, but I'm not even going to go into that.

Billy Petersen/Grissom question: Does Billy Petersen have lots of tattoos? A friend's mother said he did, and I've been curious ever since.

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I need new shoes.

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I need new ballet shoes, too. I really want canvas flats, with a double cross elastic. I was looking at these new ones that just came out that are two pieces, since my arches are horrible and when I have shoes on you can't really see them, but I don't think it's worth it at this point. With my luck, they'll keep falling off my feet.

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My transcript finally came in the mail. My English teacher handed in his grades late, so that's why it wasn't up on the STAR system when I called in on Christmas.

English: A
Algebra: A
Biology: B
French: B+

GPA: 3.390

Yeah. Rock my world.

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Random Phantom of the Opera notes:

~ Raoul is really hot when he's half drowned, tied up, and distressed. Other than that, he leaves me cold.

~ Christine has Magical Disappearing and Reappearing Makeup. She gets points for riding sidesaddle, but loses them for showing the tops of her garters, the tart!

~ Love the "Let's kill Buquet!" scene. I echo Karen in her opinion that the way Erik and Buquet were intercut with the ballet going on below was awesome.

~ I was looking forward to the swordfight, but it kind of sucked. Too many close ups and moving the camera around- that really detracted from it; you couldn't see what was going on half the time.

~ I loved the way they added little pieces from the book.

~ I also loved Mme. Giry. She totally kicked ass and OMG I want her Masquerade outfit SOBAD. I thought it was great how they made her into kind of a sassy younger version of herself, as opposed to other productions, when she's a hardcore ballet mistress with a really tight bun and a walking stick. Which is what she really is, when you think about it, but I love this characterization of her.

~ And Erik beat Raoul to the grave in the end. WHO'S THE PUNK NOW, BITCH?!?!?!!? Muah ha ha.

...*facepalm* And now I have to go home. Bugger.

I so need my computer back.
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Christine, about to kiss Erik at the end:

"Sweetie, I've faced down tidal waves, almost died of gangrene, and survived the worst ice storm ever. Trust me, your face is just a drop in the bucket."

-_- ...gah. The crossover muse is working overtime this week.

Went and saw Blade Trinity with Daniel last night.

I. MUST. GET. AN. iPOD.

NOW.
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Meh. No time to update, really, plus I hate typing anything here at the office. It's cold and uncomfortable and I can't keep my thoughts straight.

New Years was alot more fun than I thought it was going to be, since I wound up staying home. Andy came over, and Kelsey and I blasted hip hop since Dad wasn't there. Then we blasted Chicago after he got home, and he didn't complain about it! Also, we did some reels around the kitchen. And tried to teach Andy to dance. And watched Resident Evil 2. Danced some more, ate party nibbly food stuff, and drank champagne (I made mom get the Veuve Cliquot, and it was great. Mmmm. I love champagne, kthnxbai.)

Yesterday was alot of fun, too. Kelsey and I went to go see Phantom. Second time for me- I am so buying that when it comes out.

Karen. I totally, totally agree with you. My little problems with the movie were less problems than little snerks.

"Wow! Christine, how did you get on that much dark eye shadow in two twists of the hallway???"

I. Love. Mme. Giry.

And Carlotta rocks my world. "BYEBYE!!!" lol. I have got to get me some Carlotta icons.

I'm going to review it better when I have more time.

Andy came over last night, too, and we watched Shaun of the Dead while we ate dinner. That is one of the best movies I've seen in a while. In fact, I think Mom and Dad are going to go out an buy it. Heheh. Heart zombies.

Notes to myself:
Today: David
Tomorrow: Daniel
At some point: Tom, Oliver
Call the Alicias, GA re: pics
Write down ideas etc. for Umeka-san re: ochaya

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!- re: ochaya *squees*

Scan Bree's thingamajig
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I finished watching "Memento" last night. I'm still kind of confused.

Was he crazy? Was the cop lying? What the hell was up with Natalie? What did Jimmy have to do with anything?

Was Jorja dead, or wasn't she? Was she diabetic, or wasn't she?

Was the whole Sammy Jenkis thing a metaphor memory for what happened between Lenny and Jorja? Did he give her one too many insulin shots?

The upshot of all this is, I'm going to be in a weird, wacked out mood until I see something else. I really want to see "Forever Fabulous." It's another Jorja movie, but this one is like "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert" with women AND drag queens. Sounds like much fun.

Other than that... I don't know. This is a random morning, and there's not much going on. Probably going to go to the mall with Oliver in a little while, and Quinn just walked in. He'll probably chew on me a little bit.
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Carpe cakem. Seize the cake.

Sally Jo gave me food and Daniel gave me a bracelet- whee!

Did Sally Jo's essay this morning and helped set up Daniel's webpage. Much was accomplished, yea verily, and I feel all kinds of productive and stuff.

-- I want to eat the food that Sally Jo gave me, but I'm afraid I'll look like an idiot eating French bread and brie in the lobby. Am also debating on getting a cookie- I didn't before (will power? Go me?) and might be regretting this now, as I'm kind of hungry.

Also, don't know if I have lab tonight. Hope not, in the interest of cake. I tried to talk Mom into putting extra icing on it, but who knows if she'll take the bait.

Saw all kinds of movies since Friday. I'm going to talk about it all now because I've been losing track of time and can't place things again. Daniel and I saw "Polar Express" after class on Friday, which was pretty cool. I don't know what I got more of a kick out of- the movie itself, or Daniel's reactions. Every time something !!! happened, he'd go "Jesus Christ!!!" Hee. Also introduced him to the wonders of underground parking, which he hadn't come across yet. He was very impressed with that. And stromboli from Sbarro's. He told me about the first time he and his friends went to the mall and didn't know what an escalator was, and they walked up it instead of standing still. That in and of itself isn't that odd to me, since everyone in New York does it. Going up from the platforms at Penn you get in one of two lines- the people walking, or the people standing.

Tom and I saw "Spongebob Squarepants" for his birthday on Saturday. It was okay- definately better when drunk. However, now have lots of ideas for LOTR/CSI icons, using movie lines. *facepalms* I'm so warped.

Last night Andy and I went and saw "National Treasure." Again, great for one-liner icons and stuff like that. Overall it was a great movie and I'll probably buy it when it comes out on DVD. I like the sidekick guy- he was pretty cool. It kinda made me want to go steal the Declaration of Independence.

And it had Boromir in it! Score!

And "crazy CSI shit"- as Andy called it- planting fingerprints! Score!

... am I the only one who can see Grissom calling Sara BooBooKittyFuck?



I am still tripping about whether or not Mookie did the right thing.
Yay for garbage cans through windows.
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Just so you know, the monitors here are HUGE, so the entire student population of OCC has now seen all of your entries. And SwimSlash!Icons.

Got out of math class a half an hour early, so I'm just wasting time before I go spend all of my money on a math book. Whee. I got my student ID card and I look like a complete gimp.

I also figured out the first half of my bus schedule. Downtown Syracuse is a funny place at seven in the morning. There was a man taking trash out of bag and throwing it against the sidewalk in a very concentrated way.

Now I just have to get back. I'll probably wind up in someplace ridiculous like Marcellus.

This weekend was alot of fun. Kate was up from Albany to do all her post-op doctor's appointments. We didn't do anything much- saw the Princess Diaries 2 with Tom, and watched about fifteen episodes of CSI. I got Kate hooked on that. So hooked that we dubbed our brownie recipe "Warrick's Gambling Problem/Contusion Brownies." (We had added chocolate chips; how very, very original.)

We also went to the archery range yesterday. We did pretty good for not really picking up a bow in about three years or so, trips to the Ren. Faire nonwithstanding. I lost one arrow and broke another, though.

I am not going to bitch about the Princess Diaries 2 in this entry, because no one but me cares that they got the fan movement meanings all wrong, or did the coronation backwards, or called people by the wrong things. I can't help it that I'm some kind of etiquette freak. I blame my mother. Breaches of etiquette aside, it was a great movie, especially if you haven't read the books, since the storyline is not the same AT ALL. It had great one liners- see subject, also: "I find my hello is insignificant," and "I'm a girl who loves to wear black wearing pink."

Speaking of awesome people named Lily, I had a dream with Anna in in last night. She and Jen got into a Shakespeare contest in the middle of my kitchen, and it was like an anime-crazy energy battle. Jen had you for a second, Ayako-chan, but then you did your Ophelia-going-mad thing and totally took her out.

In other news, Himeyuri means "Star Lily" or "Princess Lily." Just thought you'd like to know.
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Okay, no more listening to Amanda Rogers while I fall asleep.

Something I’ve discovered about myself: the music I sleep to generally dictates what kind of dreams I’ll have. I’ve been listening to Amanda a lot lately, but not after I go to bed. However, I was lazy yesterday and didn’t feel like going all the way downstairs to get my Village soundtrack out of my bag, so I put her in.

Then I dreamed that [xxx] and I were supposed to get married, but he died the day before the wedding. So I was really grief stricken/pissed, and I was bitching about him while walking around through the hotel kitchens, wondering what to do with all the food, the flowers, so on and so forth. People kept trying to talk to me but I wouldn’t listen to them. Finally Anna and Jeannette pulled me aside and explained things to me- [xxx] wasn’t dead, I was. I was the one who had died, after getting cancer a couple of months before. So it was my fault that the wedding was off, and [xxx] was crying at home. At which point my hands and then my arms and then the rest of me went see-through, and I floated away.

Mom and I watched Cold Mountian last night and laughed our asses off through the whole thing. Like that part when he gets shot in the ear? Hysterical. Or when the old guy dies? We cracked up. The sex scene was the best, though. Between Renee Zellweger’s character and all the weird angle butt shots… we almost wet our pants laughing. Yeah, that’s real mother-daughter bonding time I guess; laughing through a Civil War drama. -_-

Although the Porch Kiss goes on my list of Great All Time Movie Kisses.

In other news, I got registered for all my classes at OCC. I missed two that I wanted, since I registered so late, but at least I got into a biology class. So now I’m in Bio, Math, English, and French. Yay, go me. I suppose. Now I have to get a job.

Kate’s coming up from Albany today to go to all her post-surgery doctor’s appointments this weekend. I’m going to make her watch Last of the Mohicans with me. wOOt!

Take the quiz: "Which God or Goddess are you?"


God of Beautiful Death
Elegant, regal, and beautiful. You accept death for what it is, and unavoidable part of life. You often feel higher than others, more mature or sane, and tend to wear dresses and skirts if your a girl, or collared shirts if you're a boy. You bring those who have died a peaceful death to their resting place.

Tom, here is another version of this for you.

Did you ever see a hearse go by/
and think some day you're going to die?/
They put you in a wooden box/
and cover you over with dirt and rocks/
The worms crawl in/
The worms crawl out/
in your stomach/
and out your mouth/
There was one little worm who wasn't so shy/
went in your ear and out your eye!"


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My problems with Van Helsing

~ Okay, I know the whole “gypsy princess” thing sounds cool, but let’s be realistic here. Gypsies were (and still are, in some areas) scorned at the least and persecuted at the most. That a gypsy king winds up ruling a part of Transylvania is highly, highly unlikely, if for no other reason than peasant opposition.

~ Corsets were not made to do backflips in. I can’t manage a cartwheel well in a modern day corset with relatively soft boning. So how the fuck can Anna do all the gymnastics? Corsets are movement restricting, so it wouldn’t help her in any of the fight scenes either. And I do not care what anyone says- you cannot wear clothes like that in that time period or any kind of rural area and rule peasants. They’d put you in a hut on the edge of town and call you the village ho.

~ (Yes, most of my gripes are about the girls. I know. Leave me alone.) You can’t get into a bunch of fights, fall off buildings, through ceilings, over cliffs, whatever, blah blah, and come out with the Pantene Pro-V hair that you went in with. Especially with curly hair- hello, frizz? Humidity? Anna is not Legolas. Something the producers must have forgotten. With Legolas it is plausible to have perfect hair constantly. With Anna it is not.

~ Transylvania = harem girl outfits? WTF??? If the brides of Dracula are going to have floaty, cool looking “flying” outfits, okay, but you could do something better with the ethnic costumes of the region, or at the most something toga-based, since Transylvania was at one point part of the Roman Empire. But maybe it was close to Constantinople and that’s where they lifted the idea from? Arrgh. Who knows. (And what is with the collar thing the brunette was wearing?)


My problems with The Day After Tomorrow

~ Dehydration didn’t seem to be a problem. At all. Which is strange, assuming that a) the water from the tidal wave was too gross to drink, and b) drinking water would have frozen in the pipes when the storm started. The latter point does allow for survival in that a few people could go out everyday and gather snow, melting it over the fire to get drinking water. However, I saw no pots or anything that would suggest this.

~ Personal hygiene. “Hey, Sam, I love you too! Kiss me! But ignore the fact that I haven’t showered or brushed my teeth in upwards of a week. And that I lost my suitcase, which had my deodorant and a change of clothes…”

~ What about using the bathroom? That must have gotten pretty gruesome after the first couple of days, what with the pipes frozen so you can’t flush and all. And with the lights out. And it must have been cold. Brrr, cold toilet seat! This issue is not addressed in the movie.

~ Why didn’t the Japanese guy put his hands over his head to deflect the hailstones? (Okay, stupid question.)

~ How were the space guys going to get down if it all went pear shaped and Houston was destroyed or something?

~ Why was Staten Island covered with water when its hills are higher than the Statue of Liberty, and the Dump itself is the highest man-made point on the eastern seaboard? I don’t care if everyone does forget about Staten Island like ALL THE TIME, it should have BEEN there, dammit!!!


My problems with the local radio stations

~ Amanda Perez needs to shut the fuck up. Every song of hers that I’ve heard so far (grand total 2) is her getting over an alleged relationship and whinging and whining about god at the same time. Mushy, identical sounding god songs, and the girl’s got shitty diction “God send me an angew…” AngEL, honey, angEL, EL EL ELLLLLL.

~ Beyoncé’s song “Naughty Girl” wasn’t that great the first time around. Now, after 5674 playings, I find that it hasn’t improved at all. Yet they play it. Constantly. On all three stations I listen to all day.
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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!
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And they're usually involved with horses, and he always leaves them alone in their tents. Then he goes and hangs out with the brunette chick and touches her ears. WTF??? Oh, what the hell. Get down with your bad self, Veggo.

So, where have I been for the last few weeks, you ask?

Here, there and everywhere, up, down and in between. Things have been crazy. This should come as no surprise.

I, Feather, am a Nice Person. Therefore, I have Cut This For You. Yay.

Work, and Joanie’s Defection )

Work, carrying on )

And then on Friday, Aunt Sean came up to visit )

Wherein Feather gets FIRED!!! )

New Jersey: Part one )

New York: part one, with Original Paper Entry! )

New York, day two )

A random day trip to Washington, D.C. )

Yesterday we didn’t do much. Just cooked with Uncle Kevin, but that involved a trip to the Asian supermarket, homemade teriyaki sause, miso soup, and daikon salad. Now I know how miso soup is made. It’s an interesting process with seaweed, benito flakes, miso, tofu, and more seaweed. I’m not insanely fond of it but now I know how to make it. Yay!

Today Aunt Sean and I went and saw Secret Window. That movie was insanely predictable and yet somehow enjoyable (probably because of Johnny Depp.) Then we snuck in to watch a few minutes of LOTR (Legolas taking down the elephant!) before coming home again. Then Alex came home, and she, I, and her friend Kelly all went to the mall to see the prom dresses they’re getting tomorrow. Alex looks like a princess, but this isn’t unusual since the girl is drop dead gorgeous. We got our pictures taken at one of those picture things (real informative, I know. The booths in the mall that take you picture with a video camera and make it into a t-shirt.) The guy is going to use one of them for display. Wow! Infamy in a New Jersey Mall. I got two buttons- one of me and Alex, and the other of the three of us.

Then we came home and ate dinner (steak Haddad- or, as Aunt Sean tells me, “STEAK AL-HATTAL!!!!!” Told her it was a piece of Hidalgo, from when he fell into the stake pit, and she it me on the head with a fork. Hee hee.)

So here I am, at the end of a horrendous journal entry. I’ve got a long trip ahead of me tomorrow, which I’m kicking myself for, since Uncle Kevin said that if I could stay an extra day he’d go and see ROTK with me tomorrow. This is something of a personal triumph since he usually never goes to movies. Dammit, dammit. What to do.

Two things that don’t seem to belong anywhere: I have a new [girly] purse. It’s red. Kate picked it out, since I’m useless at that kind of stuff. So, yay. I also have girly shoes. Black high-heeled things, that aren’t high heels per say. It’s wonderful, going by plate glass windows and realizing how good my shoes look with my jeans. As long as I don’t go past my knees, lol.

I’m sick of typing now, so I’m out.

Nellie and Sara, thank you so much for the cards! *blows kisses*

Lise, hang in there, babe.

Love you all. Leave comments and show the love.

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