Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Wabbit is a no-good freaking bum.
That's not new, but now I'm feeling all sorts of non-happy New Year thoughts towards him. The story: I lurve soda. I live on soda the way some people do on coffee, water, or oxygen. Before Twin got here, I brought two new cases to the apartment and stuck some cans in the fridge. Last Friday (wow, seems like forever ago), after we got to the apartment, I noticed my things were in weird places in the fridge and that not only was I missing a few cans from the fridge, but the same number from my relatively new case of soda that I had left in the communal closet I share with Rabbit. As the eldest of 4, I grew up sharing everything, so now that I sort of have my "own" place, I'm freaking anal about my things. And maybe due to the fact that I have an engineer's mentality, the miscount between expected cans and actual cans drove me batty, mostly because senility sucks and I couldn't remember if I had done something with them. I didn't mention anything to Rabbit because I may be petty, but I'm not that petty. *cough* But the thing that really got me upset was waking up this morning with a craving for juice, only to discover my carton of OJ missing from the fridge and in the trash. Twin was still sleeping and I checked with her first, but GRRRR. I really don't mind when people use my things or drink my things, but common courtesy would suggest that the moocher ask first. I've already had this problem with Rabbit before. She likes to borrow eggs for her non-cakes and then letting you know after she's already used all of them (which is why I no longer keep eggs in stock).
So, finally being miffed enough to come out of my Miss Nice shell, I asked her when she and Wabbit came back from who knows where this morning. The shocked look on her face when she realized that she'd been drinking from my juice carton all this time (no wonder it felt like there wasn't as much each time). Gah. And then she denied the soda thing. But oh wait! It was her boyfriend. Dumbass. Apparently, he loves sugar and soda, too. So... moocher and lazy bum only leaves the room to take my stuff. Jackass. Should have made him apologize for stealing my soda. (Dude, sorry. I don't mind sharing, but one should always ask.) And now, he's back in his wabbit hole, and I'm pretty sure that even though he hardly ever comes out, he'll probably be avoiding me even more. Heh.
Rabbit offered to replace everything, but really. Who cares? It's just cans of soda and half a carton of juice. I think I can survive. Besides, her idea of "replacing" takes about a month. The only thing I'm confused about is this: Rabbit/Wabbit are pretty much engaged. If Rabbit is expected to cook, etc. for Wabbit... and Wabbit is addicted to sugar but Rabbit doesn't use real sugar... How long will Wabbit survive? Will he be happy? Or will he be one of those guys who sneak out of the house for contraband sugar just to break free from the psychotic diet their wives impose on them? And also? If Rabbit knows she's going to bake a non-cake and will be needing eggs, why doesn't she go out and get eggs instead of mooching off other people. Now that I've stopped buying eggs, I've seen the "used your eggs, will replace" memos on my other roomie's doors. Bwah.
*****
Tonight? God, I hope it won't suck. Twin wants to stay in Times Square for the ball. The last train out is at 1:40am, but it's questionable whether we'll catch that. But Twin wants to stay to see the taping of the Today Show, which doesn't happen until 7am. That means, we'll need to find something to do and somewhere to stay between midnight and 7am. I am absolutely clueless. I may be a NY'er by birth, but I'm now a Jersey girl. It's also questionable whether I'll be able to stay awake that long. Sure, I've been up until 5am chatting, but that was with my ass in a chair, the TV on, and the bathroom down the hall. I've never done it standing up with nowhere to go in the middle of the city in the early hours of the morning. Hmm. I can't even think of places that would be open 24 hours that we can loiter in. Port Authority? Sigh. Plus... I barely slept last night. Had a major case of insomnia, then woke up early, tossing and turning before deciding to give up and wake up. It's not even noon now, and I'm already feeling the huge bags under my eyes.
Only good thing to happen this morning? Called back the lady from J&J. I have an appointment to see her next Thursday to talk about the spring internship. If I get the offer, I'm going to be so incredibly busy this semester. So... thesis? Yeah, what's that?
*****
Trix - It may be squicky, but it's Dick Clark!! Watch the TV closely. That gal mauling him onscreen? Hee. ;)
DAMMIT, Lancer!!!!! >:(
|| posted by Pooh at 11:44 AM ... ||
Crapfics suck. Moreso than usual.
And I should be in bed now. Not sure if I'll be able to last until midnight and then still stay awake to do the Today Show. Bah.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:07 AM ... ||
Monday, December 30, 2002
Back from a day in NYC. *yawn* Tired. Feet hurt. We tried to do the Statue of Liberty thing, but there was a huge line just to buy the darn tickets. Instead, we took the Staten Island Ferry (free, baby!!) and just went past it. Oh well. Good enough. Stopped by Grand Central Station, took some pics, then walked to Times Square for lunch. After that, we went to the Park, debated whether it was Wollman Rink in Serendipity, watched the zamboni guy (he sucked) and the staff (cute young guys skating around, woohoo!), walked all the way up to 70-something St. Strolled back down Fifth to see the Tree. I got to use my god-given, NY-born and bred skillz to push those damn tourists out of the way. Heh. Twin did the obligatory T-shirt shopping, and then we walked back to Times Square. Finally, caught the train at Penn to come home. Tiring.
We didn't go to the Museum of Sex. :( Sadness. lol
I must be losing my touch with the stalking thing. Sighness. Walked by the Palace Theater, and only managed to softly call out Adam's name. ("Aaaadam! Adaaaam!" and "Viiiictor! Viiiiictor!) Heh. Didn't see either of them, or else I would have found a camera to take pics for Meg. ;) As we went by the ABC building and saw the huge Alias poster in the window, did the "Saaaark...Saaaark...Daaaavid...David, come out..." thing. Then eventually found the CNN building and did the "Anderson...Anderson...Anderson... come play with me, Anderson..." thing. As you can well imagine, I went 0/3. ::cries:: So you know, when we went by the Disney store and then the ABC studio (the second time) and I was calling for Lance... I wasn't really expecting anything to happen. Heh. I must be maturing, because in my younger, wilder days, I probably would have put more effort into the whole stalking thing. Grrr.
But...
Tomorrow, when we try to do the Times Square New Year's thing... Dick Clark? Fair game. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 11:23 PM ... ||
Sunday, December 29, 2002
More drinking last night. Twin got herself nice and truly wasted for the very beginning of the first day of her 25th year. Heh. Me? Not so much, but I'm anal about losing control like that. Guess this means no drinking for the rest of the week. Maybe some other recreational substances then... Hmm.
Taking more surveys because we're just chilling today so Twin, the party animal, can recover. :P
From Trixie:
So which hobbit are you? Hmm??
made by Michelle at EmptySpace.
Um... strange. And a bit frightening. I think.
So which LOTR woman are you? Hmm??
made by Michelle at EmptySpace.
I can live with that. lol
And the best one:
So which fairy tale archetype are you? Hmm??
made by Michelle at EmptySpace.
Bwahahahahahaha!
Bwahahahahahahahahaha!
Oh wait. This one's pretty accurate. Heh.
I'm a minion. Definitely. I'd rather be a (SarkSex)Slave, though.
Taking some time to work on the Sark Squishies site. Gotta come up with a color scheme. Sooo indecisive. Simultaneously working on a (crappy)Firefly fic for Meg, sending Sarkney-related squishies to Trix, and nagging Meg about the fic she's writing. Weeeeee! Fun stuff.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:21 PM ... ||
Saturday, December 28, 2002
Twin and I are so boring. lol. We spent last night getting drunk and watching bad movies. Um... Soul Survivors? Yeah. Don't do it. Ever. Never. Really. Just get drunk instead. Trust me.
Today? Woke up late and then spent a few hours trying to decide what to do. While we hemmed and hawed, we watched the E True Story for Beverly Hills, 90201. Um... we really need to get lives or something. Then we went to see Catch Me if You Can. It was pretty good, and coming from someone who just can't stand Leo... he was pretty good, too. The movie was kind of slow in places, though, which did make me a little restless. Sigh. I'm so hard to please. :P Tomorrow's plan? Probably going to the city, getting drunk, and picking up strangers for one night stands -- just for Twin's 25th birthday. Who said I wasn't a good friend?. Woohoo. ;)
*******
Some fun survey things while we watch A Few Good Men, Kiefer, my hockey boyfriend (Devs vs. Caps) and digest our Uno's dinner.
From Trixie:
LOTR - Which Helm's deep Soldier are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are Theoden. Strong willed and stubborn, you take no one's advice for battle. After all- you ARE the King. You love your people more than anything and it is your duty to protect them. You see everything in a realistic view, although your only fault is the ability of giving up so easily. Keep the faith!
Hmm. Interesting.
From Meg (who is not getting fic from me... erm.. j/k, because I owe her after she made me a wonderful banner for the Sark Squishies site):
What Toy From The 80s Are You
brought to you by Quizilla
Okay. Not sure how I feel about their description for a Smurf, but... dude! I'm a SMURF!! Bwahahaha. Hmm. I'd be Smurfette surrounded by a village of smurfs. Hehe.
From Diana:
How and why did you choose your screen-name?
Pooh? Um, makes sense with my first name.
The story behind your lj user name?
Don't have a lj.
Are you a lesbian?
Hmm. Everyone has been saying "just a little bit," and that sounds about right to me.
Where do you live?
New Jersey, USA
4 words that sum you up:
Obsessive, pervy, procrastinator, crazy
Wallet?
Black Nine West microfiber, fraying at the edges, with everything in it. I clean it out maybe once every two years. I think I still have Canadian coins in it from my trip to Toronto three years ago.
Coffee cup?
Winnie the Pooh mug.
Sunglasses?
I need a pair.
Underwear?
Always. Hanes, Jockey, and Victoria's Secret. ;)
CD in stereo right now?
Nothing right now.
What you are wearing now?
Jeans and a gray, long-sleeved shirt.
Makeup?
Natural is best.
If you could get away with it and murder anyone, who would it be and for what reason?
I have a list. It's a relatively short list, but a list nonetheless. Nah, just kidding. I couldn't murder anyone. Accidentally killing someone, on the other hand...
Some of your favourite movies:
Princess Bride, Say Anything, The Cutting Edge, Dead Poets' Society, Casablanca, Usual Suspects, Aliens, um... I can go on.
Something you're looking forward to in the upcoming month:
Being a Lab TA (NOT!), possibly starting an internship at J&J (hmm), finishing my thesis (bwahaha), and meeting my rich future husband (oh wait... damn)
The last thing you ate:
Numero Uno individual pizza and Coke (not the crappy unfulfilling, unsatisfying "Diet") :P
Something that you are deathly afraid of:
Death, never finishing my thesis or finding a job, being alone
Do you like candles?
Yes, but university housing codes forbid us to have any. :(
Do you like hot wax?
Where? ;)
Do you believe in love?
Yes.
Do you believe in soul mates?
Kinda.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Love, maybe. Lust, hell yes.
Do you believe in Heaven?
Vague notions.
Do you believe in forgiveness?
Eventually.
Do you believe in God?
I'll get back to you on that.
What do you want done with your body when you die?
Die?? Who's going to die? I'm going to live forever! Bwahaha! Erm... okay... like Sleeping Beauty in an above-ground glass case. Heh. No burial or cremation, you know... just in case they made a mistake. Um... yeah.
Who is your worst enemy?
Everyone loves me. What crack are you on? ::look::
If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be?
Sark.
Oh wait. Not that kind of animal. Not that kind of pet. Heh. Panther. Or unicorn. :P
What is the latest you've ever stayed up?
Pulled an all-weeker two semesters ago in order to finish two research papers. Don't ever want to do that again. I was running into walls by the end of the week.
Ever been to Belgium?
No. When are we leaving?
Can you eat with chopsticks?
This should be "yes," but it's really a "yeah, incorrectly."
What's your favourite coin?
Quarters, baby. I horde quarters.
What are some of your favourite candy?
Anything chocolate and/or caramel.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:27 PM ... ||
Thursday, December 26, 2002
Hope everyone had a better Christmas than me. :)
First white Christmas in YEARS consisted of snow overnight, rain in the morning, then sleet for a few hours, before nice fluffy snow once again. We were stuck at home, with nothing to do except stare at each other and pretty much the normal sibling smackage going on. Gah. It's times like those that I'm pretty sure I don't really like my family. Heh.
The breakdown of my Christmas:
-- Slept, until rudely awaken by a sister
-- Stared at snow and wished it weren't so bad so I could drive somewhere (anywhere, away from the family)
-- Watched 3 episodes of brother's Stargate DVDs
-- Played 4 games chess (won 1 due to beginner's luck, then was horrendously baited into embarrassing losses by brother for other 3); 1 game Life (just as boring as the real thing); 1 game Trouble (gah); 2 games Scrabble (won both, woohoo!!); 2 games Chinese checkers (again, both won by yours truly); 2 games Yahoo pool (won 1, got ass whupped by bro).
-- Cooked dinner (duuuude, by myself!!!)
-- Watched Serendipity (John!!!! Jeremy!!! :*)
-- Played another game of Scrabble and 1 game of UNO
Before deciding to give up on the day and just go to bed. So yeah. Christmas? I think it's lost it's magical hold on me. lol
*******
Today, I got to experience the joy of digging out of a snowstorm. Went to work with the Mom and had to help her de-ice and shovel the huge patch of sidewalk in front of the store. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Did I mention that there was sleet and some hail before the actual snow? Well, there was. So when we got there, it was pretty much just two inches of thick ice. Not a speck of snow anywhere. Now, I'd like to think I'm pretty strong (um... yeah), so I got to use the ice chipper/whatever/thingy to break up the ice. DUDE. OUCH. So much pain just kept shooting up my arms from the vibrations that thing caused from hitting the ice and the ground... both my arms and shoulders are sore. I need a guy/Sark/Kief to give me a body massage now. Someone put that on their gift list for next year. Pooh = Sark/Kief body massage. Thanks. Oh, and my hands are pretty sore, too. I think I lost some dexterity in my hands because I'm finding it kind of hard to grip things now. Blech. I hate ice. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.
But... I love being a girl. What does this have to do with anything? Well... the people from the stores next to my mom's took pity on us. I had three guys come over (2 from other stores, 1 random guy) and grab the ice thingy out of my hands and chip away for me. Heh. Normally, I would be offended and probably kick their asses for even suggesting that I would need help based on my gender. But since it was cold and we were at it for half an hour already, I was more than ready to give up. The only sad part about the whole experience? Not one of the guys who offered to help were close to my age, cute, or single. And you know... I'm at the point where 1 out of the 3 would have been enough. :P
*******
Yay! Twin is coming tomorrow morning. Gotta go my butt to bed so I can wake up in time to pick her up at the airport. Should be fun. I haven't driven once yet since it snowed, and driving around the airport is always an adventure, even when it hasn't snowed. Fun stuff.
Might be on a lot this week. Might not be on at all this week. Either way, if I don't get to chat with any of you in the next couple of days... Have a Happy New Year!!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:42 PM ... ||
Tuesday, December 24, 2002
Merry Christmas!!!!
Hopefully, I won't be around for the rest of the night, or tomorrow, in the hopes that staying away from the computer will finally get rid of the damn twitchies. *crosses fingers*
Just wanted to show everyone all the lovely Christmas presents I received. Hehe.
From Jo. Love you lots!! Keep rocking! And AHHHH!! The Peekage! The SarkPeekage! Duuude!! *thud*
From Meg. My SugarBear!! You never fail to make me laugh, and you know exactly when to lie to me to make me feel better, which would be... all the time. lol. Still don't trust you. :P Eeee!! Sark looks positively evil! Hehe. Hmm... SexyMan stole the "R," (R for Rowr!) from your present! lol Thanks for being my graphics bitch. ;)
From Terra. Our wonderful Sarkgasm layout queen! You're wonderful and talented, and don't ever stop making me jealous of you. Heh.
From Rach. My gorgeous, sexy fic goddess. I make you laugh? Nooooo. YOU make me laugh. Sigh. I must not be kicking your ass hard enough. I'm STILL coughing!! *coughFourteenDayscoughSakura2cough*
Thank you, Diana for that wonderful and funny email. You're always cmsu. And you should be happy to know that I'm using my secondhand Sark and all his accessories to their full potential. ;)
Thank you to my Secret Santa *wink wink*. Loved all the little presents: the candy, the journal, the Pooh note holder (that's what it is, right? lol), the earplugs!! (dear god, that cmsu!!), and the Horny Goat Weed (with Maca, no less). As soon as I find myself a wabbit of my own, I'm going to start using it to "intensify desire" and provide me and my mate with "a memorable night of romance." Because... "why settle for the fizzle?" when I can "get the sizzle..."
BWAHAHA. LMAO. Dude. You rock.
And something totally un-holiday related... Jenai!!! What are you talking about? Someone unexpected? It's not who we thought it was? Ooookay. We need to chat. Soon!! I'm missing you already!! :(
That's it for this long ass entry. Hope everyone is having a great holidays. Lots of peace and happiness and yadda yadda to everyone. Missing you all lots!!! And double goes out to Lancer, because I miss chatting with him, getting frustrated by all his cryptic messages, (am trying to stalk him) and his blog has been down forever. Duuude. *whip*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:06 PM ... ||
Monday, December 23, 2002
Oh. Fuck.
Just when I thought I finally got all my Christmas stuff done (especially the Secret Santa thing)... it turns out that one of my presents gets automatically sent to ME and NOT to where I want it to go. Grrrr. So that means... REALLY late presents. Blech. Also... not quite sure if I actually got what I was supposed to get. Heh. I'm a bit scatterbrained today, I guess. Sigh. Oh well. Better late than never, I hope.
Erm, just to make sure... who was supposed to get the Vanquish and who was supposed to get the HotNekkidGuys calendar?
Stopped by school today. (I hate sophomores). Went to do a quick room cleaning in anticipation of Twin's arrival on Friday since I don't have time to do it later. (Really really hate sophomores who bitch about their grades). Found that Rabbit/Wabbit had practically taken over the entire apartment since no one was there. (Especially hate sophomores who try to give me lip over email. *smack*) They weren't there, which was surprising, but gah. Pots and pans all over the kitchen, her TV in the livingroom (dude, if that's there later this week, I'm so using it, heh), her crap over the livingroom furniture, the fridge filled with her stuff even though she also has her own personal fridge... Just gah. I left her a note saying that I was coming back on Friday with a friend, so that shit better be cleaned up or else someone's not going to be happy with PissedOff!Confrontational!Pooh.
Crap. Who am I kidding? I'm the nicest, most forgiving person in the world.
Ack. The Wanda spoilers? WTF?
|| posted by Pooh at 10:42 PM ... ||
Sunday, December 22, 2002
Okay.
Did I say I couldn't wait to go home? Yeah. . .I lied. Big time. My parents are driving me NUTS. Seriously, when people start going through their mid-life crises, they should just lock themselves in a room and not come back out until after it's over. But not in the same room, because that might be dangerous for everyone involved. Anyway, we've pretty much just said "screw it" to all the Christmas stuff and started passing out gifts as we get them. Heh. Hey, we're all old now, and can't be bothered with traditions. Or with gifts, apparently. lol Got a sweater from one sister (lavendar, because I have "way too many dark colored clothing, and you need to start dressing like a girl." -- Uh... thanks.), and a hoochie top from the other (this one obviously doesn't know me that well, lol, but it's supposed to be for when Twin comes to visit and we go whoring in NYC). So yeah. Nothing from the bro, because he only believes in taking. Bah. And from the mom and dad? They still believe the greatest present they ever gave me (and this is supposed to be enough for the next 80-something Christmases) is life. Oh... parents... if they could only see what I've done with that precious gift... lol
I'm almost finished with my Secret Santa gift(s). It really shouldn't take me that long, considering the power of the internet and online shopping, but I'm a lazy bum. Heh. This is just to let whoever's getting the present(s) that 1) it sucks, and 2) it's late. Enjoy when you get it/them. :P
Sister's bf took our fam out to lunch at a Japanese sushi and whatever buffet. Afterwards, we all came back reeking of that buffet smell. Yum. Not so much. He also passed out his presents. Godiva chocolates. Love him, but compared to the expensive digital camera he gave my sister, a little lacking. lol J/K. Yeesh. Makes me wish I had a bf to shower me with gifts. If anyone wants to volunteer (and is willing to put up with the freaky twitchy thing). . .I'll put out (depending on the gifts, that is). Me <-- easy, but not cheap. ;)
Speaking of being easy. . .
Sorry gals, but a possible change of plans regarding the big Disney camp out. Lancer tagged and offered to house me during our big "convention" in L.A. for the season finale. Hehe. Someone's going to get lucky. Not naming names. But now it's. . .David? David who??? :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:27 PM ... ||
I've been up since 6 am, and that was only after 4 hours of sleep. It's now midnight. Yay!
Yucky day today. Went to work at the MomStore for the holidays. Didn't realize I put on my crappy jeans. You know, the one with a tiny rip above the knee. Well... lots of bending and being on those knees (yeah, shaddup, not dirty at all...) and by the end of the day, the rip became a full-fledged semi-professional looking rip all the way across the knee. Uh huh. Looked like a friggin early 90's fashion reject. Did I mention it was cold today? At least it wasn't acid-washed jeans. lol Then, by the time we get home, my sisters drag me to another mall. Yesterday was PretentiousMall. Tonight was Willowbrook, otherwise known as One of the Bitchiest Malls I've Ever Been To. And dude? Lots of malls in Jersey. I got my bro his Stargate SG-1 DVDs, though, so that only leaves the Dad, the Mom, and Me.
I think the guy at Suncoast was hitting on me. Heh. Except, he looked like he was 12 (hmm... older woman/younger man? I think I can go for that. Kinda like a Sarkina thing. :P ). And oh yeah... I had that DAMN TWITCH THING that prevented me from making direct eye contact with... EVERYONE! I'm such a freak of nature. I swear, it's that damn vein right under the eye, and it just doesn't stop. But yay! Karen T. suffers from them, too. I mean, not yay, but you know what I mean. And another friend told me his best friend's had the twitchies for months. Um... ok, that doesn't sound good... and Meg's started calling me Twitchy or Twitchy Eye, which is REALLY not good... But sigh. Support group, anyone? ;)
Weeeeeeeee! Jenai wrote W/F fic. WAY better than that shit I wrote (oh, and so bored today, I tried to start another squickyfic heh, didn't work too well), and I haven't even read hers yet. Heh. And dude? SOOOOO knew you'd come to the Sark Side. If anyone doesn't believe that she's finally succumbed, go read the hilarious chat on Trix's blog. OMG. Friggin hilarious.
Oh, and Trix and cd? I'm so down with the big fan camp-out outside Disney Studios. You get the Sarkgasm thongs for us to chuck at David. I'll bring my fuzzy handcuffs and whip. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 12:09 AM ... ||
Friday, December 20, 2002
I'm back online again, and all because Lancer tagged to say he'd miss me. Ha. Can't get rid of me that easily, and aren't you special? :P
I'm home now, and I wish I weren't. Blech. Just spent two hours at the mall with one of my sisters, and I don't know what it is about malls, but every time I go, I get a splitting headache. This, of course, is bad. Especially for a Jersey girl. Being allergic to the mall is like living on Earth and being allergic to air. It didn't help that it's the holiday season and that my sister wanted to go to Short Hills. Dude. One of the most expensive and pretentious malls ever in NJ. People get dressed up to go there. And poor little me, who only managed to get 3 out of many many many gifts, spent most of the time checking out The Sharper Image (supposedly for the dad) and Tiffany's (just for fun, and to telepathically point out things I wanted Sark to buy me). Blech. So yes... I know I'm really late with gifts. Anyone (family, friends, Secret Santees, etc) getting gifts this year should expect them late. Belated Christmas gifts are part of the charm of a Pooh Present. :P
Dude? How did I get roped into buying a gift for my mom to give to my other sister's boyfriend? After two years, she's finally decided to acknowledge his existence (heh, not as horrible as it sounds, really), and get him a Christmas gift. Something nice and pricey. Something she told me to shell out the money for first since I was already at the mall and she wasn't. Something that made me feel all depressed because I don't have a bf to buy things for, and the cute guys I saw at the mall today turned out to be gay. :( I need to jiggle my guydar and make it work again. I need to stop wasting time. Heck, I'm 76% date-able, according to that quiz CD, Trix and I took last night. So okay... maybe the 25% slut result screws me over...
Jenai - You're funny, especiallly when you're laying the smack down. But today... crap bit you in the ass, and you didn't even realize it. Heh.
Sigh. Off to get a pretend life. For a little while, anyway.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:08 PM ... ||
This is probably the only time that I'm glad I'm going home. Stupid jumping eye/vein twitches that won't stop and are probably caused by extreme stress. From? Dealing with more and more dumbass kids emailing asking me if they can discuss their final grades, ie. complain and try to get me to change them. It would be funny if I actually had the power to do that, but since I don't, it's just annoying. Don't they understand? They can "discuss" all they like, but in the end, it's because of their own stupidity and lack of effort that made them earn their stupid D's or C's. And what's wrong with a f'ing C anyway? Yeesh. For example, first thing this morning, I get an email from a guy I didn't even know was in the class until after the first exam, and after I warn him about handing in homework (which had been zero, up until then), he only turns in 2 out of 15 of them. Dumbass, homework is a quarter of your final grade. So what does he want to do now? Argue his damn grade. Dude. I have no time for this shit. I've got eye twitches to deal with and a lab course to prep for next semester. Especially after I find out that the guy who was supposed to help me rewrite all 13 labs, actually only rewrote ONE. ONE. Fuck. And now, no one can get a hold of him, and I know I'm going to be forced to write all of them. Dammit. He took three months just to rewrite one lousy lab. An easy one, too. Argh.
No time for this crap at all. I'm having a nervous breakdown, I just know it. Rabbit's not helping either. This morning marked the return of the 5-note keyboard lesson. Play 5 notes. Discuss the counting of said 5 notes. Play 5 notes. Argue with Wabbit over counting of those 5 notes. Play 5 notes. Rabbit singing. WTF? Then the 5 notes again, more arguing, then WABBIT singing. Dude.
CANNOT. WAIT. TO. GO. HOME. Well, until I actually get there and decide I'd rather be here. The only thing that I'm looking forward to is being forced off the computer at a reasonable hour. That's right. None of you degenerates out there and keep me on until... crap, did we chat until 5AM again?!? I'll be able to sleep, and hopefully get rid of this damn twitch. And then, on the 27th, come back and hopefully party with Twin until New Year's. I'm not sure what "party" means since we're boring, but at least I won't be home for more than a week and I'll have someone to share this boredom. Heh. Lucky her.
I'll probably be on sporadically from now until then. If I don't get to talk to any of you during that time... Have a safe and happy holiday!!
I'll definitely be back on sometime soon to upload my Christmas presents that I've received so far. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 9:54 AM ... ||
Thursday, December 19, 2002
OMG!
I think Rach mentioned it this week, and I know that Meg was raving about it the other day... but I'm finally watching VH1's I Love the 80's show...
And holy shite! This is the best show ever! lol Goodness, my childhood, prettily packaged into one hour, one year increments. Dude. Tonight: 1986. Hands Across America? Hello. Did that. Teddy Ruxpin? Yeah, had one of those, too. OMG! ALF! I have a friend who sends me ALF jpgs in my email every once in awhile. I think he's trying to convince me that if ALF can be resurrected for those 10-10-ShutTheFuckUp commercials, that some maniacal genius out there will revive Small Wonder. *rolleyes* He's such a goofball.
Weeeee!!! Pretty in Pink!!! "Blane? His name is Blane??" DUCKIE!!!! Damn.
Swatch!!! Had soooo many of those. ("Synchronize Swatches!") lol. Oh man, I shouldn't be this happy to be reliving my childhood on TV like this. Doesn't that mean I'm OLD???
Awwww. Stand By Me. Damn. Love that movie. Made me cry when I first saw it. River. The Coreys. Even a cameo by John. Sigh.
Heh. Top Gun. Back when Tom Cruise was more than just an annoying superceleb with a tiny head.
I think the best part of this show is the celebrity commentary. lol. Hilarious. And eee! Was that Anderson, adding his two cents? Heh. This show is way too entertaining.
But damn. I missed the MacGyver stuff that Meg was telling me about. :( I miss that show. lol
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Oh nooooooooo!!! Meg just told me that I missed the Small Wonder clip. Damn. I guess this means I need to email my friend and ask him if he caught that. lol.
Hmm. 1987... Debbie vs. Tiffany. lmao. I think I'm going to go shake my love during the commercials. :P Hair bands. 21 Jump Street!! Oh man. This is way too funny. EEK! Kevin Weisman doing commentary, and his hair is all gelled up and high. Heh. Is this show supposed to be this amusing? It's almost pathetic. Wait. Almost? Acid-washed jeans and Converse. Dude. Sad. And yeesh. Has it been that long ago? I remember some of these PSA's and commercials like they were on TV just the other day. Dude. I feel really old right now. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:14 PM ... ||
Now I know why my friend stopped checking email for a month around this time last year. Dumbass kids whining and complaining and asking about their final grades. *bangs head on desk*
Wow. Wabbit actually left the Hole today (erm... that sounds kinda dirty) amd actually sat in the dining room while people were awake. And now... apparently he's a bathroom hog. Ass.
Damn stupid eye/vein twitch from hell. Damn you. Damn you. Damn you. Stupid meeting with some profs tomorrow and you're making me even more self-conscious than I already am. Dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:40 AM ... ||
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
Oh Jesus.
Rabbit's finals must be over.
Dear lord.
Eye twitch and Wabbits. Someone save me.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:33 PM ... ||
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
I can't believe I gave in and actually wrote something Alias-related. For the Round Robin no less. Sucks so much, it doesn't even deserve linkage.
Going to get drunk now.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:00 PM ... ||
I'm a friggin slave, and it's not even the good kind of "slave"
Goodness. It's not even 11:30 am yet, and I feel like I've been awake forever. Woke up this morning with a charlie horse in my leg. UGH. Pain! Pain! Pain! It was the last thing I wanted to deal with at 7am. At 7:30am, Rabbit was on the phone, gossiping, with no concept of "privacy" since it sounded like she was having a loud conversation right by my ear. How loud must one person speak at 7:30am, on the phone? More importantly, who GOSSIPS at 7:30am??? ARGH. And dammit! They didn't even provide breakfast at the stupid meeting. No juice. No coffee. Not even a little danish. Bah. The only fun thing to come out of it was hearing all the gossip and departmental bullshit. Blech. Still would have chosen my bed over a good laugh anyday. Especially since I found out that my life is going to suck all sorts of hell next semester. Right now, I'm going to be responsible for five 3-hour labs. That's set-up, running, revising those damn labs, plus being there with the kids, and grading all the lab reports. Hello? My salary is below slave wages right now, and I'd probably have to start up an entrepreneurial business on the corner whoring myself out just to reach slave wages. Oh, sure... they say they can "scrounge" up some money to pay someone to help me, but I guess I'm supposed to find that person myself. Bastards.
I'm ready to drop out of school just so I don't have to deal with it. My thesis and research have been woefully neglected this semester because of the other course. :( Where's my f'ing knight in shining armor - or millionaire... or Sark - to come sweep me off my feet and deliver me to a life of wealth and leisure?
Sighness. At least the Round Robin made me laugh today. Evil. So much evil in this world. And I didn't even have a hand in it. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:41 AM ... ||
Out, damn twitch. Out!
Dammit. :(
Not only do I have some crazy eye twitch, I decided to close my eyes for a half hour between T7S and 24 tonight... only to fall asleep and wake up right at the end of 24. ARGH. Figures that the night I miss it is the night that the whole Kate storyline actually gets interesting. Nuts.
Finals week. Boring. Students finally showing up during my old office hours to bitch and moan about their grades. Like it's my fault? Pfft. And no Rabbit to amuse me. She must be too busy studying for her finals to give into any WabbitLove. Then again, she's been baking again, at all hours of the night, and Wabbit is still hiding out in her room. The past couple of days, I've only seen him leave that room to use the bathroom. What the hell does he do in there all day? Oh. Nevermind. She's got a computer....
Ten more days until Twin comes to visit me and we whore ourselves out in NYC. Should be fun.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:11 AM ... ||
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
Evil eye twitch is back again. Grrrr.
:'( *sniffle* Someone make it stop. Please. *cries*
And gross staff meeting tomorrow at 8:30am. WHY?? I don't get paid enough to wake up that early when I have no finals during finals week. Argh.
Anyone with a few minutes on their hands should take the Alias Fandom Survey at Rhysenn's blog.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:37 PM ... ||
Strangeness. Getting someone else's blog on my site. WTF?
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Ok. Everything's working again. Phew. For a second, I thought I started writing in Arabic and didn't know it. Would have been cool, though. lol
|| posted by Pooh at 3:30 PM ... ||
|| posted by Pooh at 4:09 AM ... ||
Monday, December 16, 2002
Dude.
Dude.
Dude.
Dude.
DUDE. WANCIE!!!! DUUUUUUUUUDE.
Bouncy x infinity.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:06 PM ... ||
I don't feel well today. I may be coming down with something. Bah. :( :( :( :(
And now I have to go to a meeting with my dept. chair, who also happens to be the prof in charge of the class I TA, so we can do final grades. It's going to be long, boring, etc. And... he'll probably ask me again - for the millionth time - which profs I think would do a better job than the ones who are currently sharing the teaching responsibilities for the intro class. How incredibly tacky. Especially since he knows that one of the profs that he has a problem with is my advisor. Gah, I hate departmental politics.
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Trix and Jenai cracked me up last night with their Nick love. Bunch of fangirls. *rolleyes*
How much do I love to make Diana laugh? She's a hoot and adorable. The fact that she keeps acting shocked at some of the things that I accidentally mention (see below for example), even though we all know she's probably way more pervy than me, is actually pretty funny. You're not fooling anyone.
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If I'm lucky today, I'll be able to post my stupid review and crazy specs for "The Abduction." Until then... can I just say that the scene where Sark has a ball in his mouth... at first I was irrationally miffed at what I thought were the implications of that scene. But now that I think about it... there's sooo many possibilities. Other than that, after watching it 3 times, it's actually kind of hot in a twisted way. Plus... dude. DUDE! It was Sloane's ball in Sark's mouth!!
You know, there really was no reason why I needed to highlight that. Just accept it and move on. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:09 AM ... ||
Sunday, December 15, 2002
Well... got to see the ep early again. Sigh. Vague ponderings follow:
LOVED the parts I was supposed to love. Felt just blah about the parts I knew I wouldn't like. *fixes anvil helmet* But in the end... really liked the ep... except... everything goes back to Sark (der), and I'm feeling a bit ambivalent about a couple of the beginning scenes. I don't know. Maybe it's just that very first viewing and the sudden deflation of excitement that comes right after getting to see that awesome new ep I've been anticipating for forever. Maybe it's because there's no one around to hash out all the details and analyse it. In any case, I don't know how I feel about the Sark/Sloane relationship portrayed in the ep. Someone tell me it was all a ruse. That might make me feel better.
Hmm... maybe I'll just rewatch it again.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:18 PM ... ||
OMG
OMG
OMG
The new Alias ep, "The Abduction," is going to FUCKING rock!! Oh heh. I am my swear word. lol. Alias Media has caps up already. And HOLY SHITE!! Cannot wait. Dude. The Sarkage alone... not sure how I'm going to last through the entire ep. *THUD*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:39 AM ... ||
Saturday, December 14, 2002
Bwah!
What swear word are you?
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Oh man. That can't be good. I'm a NICE and GOOD girl. Honest!
Oh, and the eye thing? STILL twitching. Dammit.
Anyone who hasn't done so... GO NOW to the Round Robin. Terra made a new layout, and DAMN. Loving it. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Vroom vroom, baby.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:29 PM ... ||
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! :(
Memo to self: STOP staying up so late!!
Grrr. I've got an eye twitch that just won't stop. Actually, not really an eye twitch. There's this little vein under my left eye that won't stop jumping. It's happened before, and gah. It lasted for days. Days!!! Big friggin ARGH! Meg, Twin... you're going to be hearing me bitch about this. Again.
This morning's stupid question: how many dumbasses does it take to change a lightbulb?
Blech. I don't know how many times I've told all those stupid kids... or how many times I told them to check the damn class website... but what part of "Final grades will not be ready until sometime next week" and "You can check all grades (EXCEPT Exam 3 and the FINAL GRADE) with me" doesn't make sense? I put those suckers on the site in bigass font, too (we're talking... close to 40pt in bright red). So what do I get in my inbox this morning? 20 emails from dumbass kids asking what their final grades are. @#% #%%# stupid @$%^$%#@ tard $@%%^ morons!!!
Okay. I'm done. Finally got the crappy Fecta site up and running last night. There's so many problems with it since it was the first frames site I've tried to do, and haven't gone back to fix any of the bugs because honestly... I just don't give a crap about it anymore. And neither does Twin or Meg. Kinda kills the enthusiasm for making the site just right when no one cares. Also... seeing how our eyes have been opened and we're now aware that CMM is a sucky actor (or maybe it's just really really really bad material).... HA can kiss my ass. That's right. Bite me. And those damn fics... BLEHHHH. *scrunches face* I think I might have screwed up a subdomain, though. Eek. I got it so you can't direct link graphics from there, but... erm... that's not the subdomain I wanted to do that to, and now I'm not quite sure how to fix it. Ooops.
And damn! Why won't my eye stop twitching?
|| posted by Pooh at 11:29 AM ... ||
Friday, December 13, 2002
To Meggy:
A big fat HUG.
Think positive, SugarBear.
P.S. You're going straight to the top of the blog list. Alphabet, be damned.
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Added Bella and Grace to the list. Woohoo!
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Big HUG to Twin, too. Condolences about the cousin. Life is always too short and the unexpected always seem to remind us of that. My prayers are with you and your family, and please don't stress too much about school. In the end, does it really matter? *HUGSHUGSHUGSHUGS*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:51 PM ... ||
Yay to resourcefulness:
There was a "end of the year" (*rolleyes*) graduate party last night with pizza and beer. My other roommates (the ones who respect their bedsprings) went and stole two boxes of pizza. Weee! Cold pizza for breakfast today. I would have gone to help them bring back some beer, but alas... I am no match for a keg. And as an engineer, don't think I didn't try to come up with a way to get that sucker back to our apartment. Wasn't that big a loss to me, though, seeing how I'm not much of a beer lover. It's all about the hard liquor, baby.
Ugh:
Decided not to go to lab today. What's the point? The advisor is away on a month-long conference/travel thing in China, and I'm the only idiot who still goes in everyday. Slacking off in lab, sure, but still going in. Besides, it's Friday. So yeah, this is my little rebellion of the week. Anyway... should have gone to lab. Sigh. Rabbit left early. So did all the other roomies. I was out in the kitchen, kinda quiet, I guess. I hear a door open and someone using the bathroom. On my way back, I run into Wabbit. Bwah. Busted. And of course, he scurries (never seen him move so fast... heard? yes. seen? nope) back into his wabbit hole. Bleh. Men running away from me... hmm... I seem to be having this effect lately. (Ah, shaddup, wiseass) :P
Giddy what?
Now that I've had some time to digest the snippets we got from Kevin Weisman in the chat with Wanda.... and it's not freaking 2 in the morning... I can be a little more level-headed about it. I cannot wait for Sunday's ep. Mission!Marshall. Loving it already and I haven't seen it. Mission!Marshall and Gendarme!Sark... I don't know if I'll be coherent on Monday. The best bit from the interview was regarding Francie. YAY!! And weeeeeee to Jenai (no reason to still be giddy, and yet... weeeeeeee!)
< creative snipping >
"But there is a really cool thing that happens with Francie in episode 15. It's an amazing, amazing thing JJ wrote."
"But there's a big shakeup at SD-6 and this thing with Merrin [Dungey]. A whole huge thing that nobody's going to expect."
< end snipping >
Jenai thinks Francie either knows or is a sleeper agent. Or... there's some Wancie involved. I, on the other hand, will still push for a "Francie's SO been doing Sark for FOREVER behind everyone's back" until 1) Sark gets some; 2) Francie gets some; or 3) we get Nekkid!Sark. Until then, I'm going to keep pimping out Sark to all the characters. :P
Who are you calling an obsessive freak?
And finally... the snippet that Rach referenced in her blog today:
"I wasn't supposed to be that involved, but the response was so strong they started writing me in a little more each episode. It was the same thing with David Anders, who plays Sark."
Um... who's David Anders? And which one is Sark again?
|| posted by Pooh at 11:24 AM ... ||
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Stuff from Wanda (or whatever her name is) regarding Marshall and Francie.
WEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
It's not good to be this giddy this late at night. Jenai and I are on crack or something because of this. Yay. Good crack, too. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 12:54 AM ... ||
Thursday, December 12, 2002
Added a bunch of people to the blog list. Most of these are wonderful people who're part of the Sarkgasm blog: Terra, Pharo... did I miss anyone? The others are the nice people who have stopped by and said hi: Nanda, Vlada, onebyone... If I missed anyone, or if I added you without saying "hi" before, I promise to get you the next time I mess with this thing. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 3:27 PM ... ||
Doing a morning quiz before I have to run and administer make up exams. Bleh.
Strange. Secretly evil, huh? I was almost positive it would tell me I'm "not evil at all." There must be something defective with this quiz. There's not an evil bone in my body. Nope.
A weeeeeeeee goes out to Trix, who cmsu with her Mod Couple fic. Hmm... could be a great idea for a spin-off... Heh.
Speaking of fics... tried to start a Wancie for the Improv (but mostly for Jenai) and realized it was coming out like a really bad high school Trory fic. Hmm. Maybe I could just take an old fic and switch the names... :P
Stuck in the '50s: I think I'm right about the Wabbit bummage. This morning, I was outside and could hear Rabbit waking him up (seriously, she's like his mother, and I'm going to stop there because then everything else rabbity is just disgusting). Then she asked him what he wanted to eat for lunch, to which he replied "pizza" and she made some annoyed sound because he just had pizza yesterday. Hey, I wasn't eavesdropping. These walls are pretty thin, and they're loud talkers. Bleh. Rabbit left alone, and Wabbit is still hiding out in her room. I don't know how I feel about this. Sure, bringing your wabbit a meal every once in awhile is humane, but when she's fetching him food every single day... Well, I'm sorry. If my wabbit asked me to do that, I'd tell him to get his lazy ass off the bed and go get his own food. And while he's at it, to bring me some, too. Not sure if that's how it normally works in the homeland, but if it is... I'm scared, especially since the Dad thinks he's going to help me find a guy. The DAD!!! How far have I sunk? Oy ve.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:19 AM ... ||
There are three things of which I am now convinced:
- Wabbit is a bum. He hides out in Rabbit's room all day and waits for her to come back from the kitchen or "from class."
- Rabbit must really like Diet Coke. And we're not talking a whole can. Maybe a Dixie cup's worth.
- One of these nights, I'm seriously going to jump on my bed and abuse the hell out of the springs. Just. For. Fun. Heck, I know those dinky beds can handle little ol' me bouncing around on it. And if Rabbit/Wabbit get the hint, all the better.
If anyone would like to join me... *sniff sniff* Ahh... the reek of desperation... :P
|| posted by Pooh at 1:17 AM ... ||
Wednesday, December 11, 2002
Weee! I found a happy pill. Okay... still kinda gross today, mainly because it's dreary and raining, but Meg always makes things fun and crazy. The talented girl decided to make me a new buddy icon (and one for AS and EFT). I swear, she's always overachieving, but it's beautiful. In that really silly fun kind of way. Lots of *kissies* to my MeggyBear.
Also, watching local news can get pretty interesting. Since everyone else is talking Christmas presents, I want a Labradoodle. Sounds exactly what it is, and they look kind of cute. Again, in that really silly way. Yeah. I'm in some kind of silly mood all of a sudden.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:58 PM ... ||
Wow. Yesterday sucked. Today is just one big bore. So much so that I don't even have the urge to blog. Sigh. No rabbitness to entertain me either.
It's raining. It's freezing. There's a winter storm watch for tonight. That means tomorrow morning, I get to wake up to more ice. Lovely. I think now is a good time to consider moving to some place warm. Florida? Hawaii? California? Erm... maybe not that last one. Could be dangerous for any number of people. *peeks at list of potential stalkees*
On a happy note... played with some squishies. Heh. Considered working on that damn Fecta site that I don't give 2 craps about anymore. Even thought about writing. Luckily, that urge passed as soon as I checked out the RR. Hee! My two words for the day: shirtless and bulging. Yeah, totally taken out of context, but that's how I like 'em.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:06 PM ... ||
Tuesday, December 10, 2002
It's only Tuesday...
I'm in a big load of doodoo, if today is any indication. The damn spreadsheet wouldn't open for me to mess with the grades, and kept crashing. I hate Excel. I've got two meetings with profs scheduled almost at exactly the same time tomorrow. Blech. I couldn't find an empty zip disk to download the lab prep stuff one of the guys was helping me with. The network between the lab computers was down because someone (and I'm not even going to sully this blog by mentioning his name.... *mutterdumbassmutter*) thinks he's a tech wizard and tries to "fix" things when even I - little ol' computer boob me - know more than him, so I couldn't even use the printer. Oh yeah... lunchtime? Thought I'd take a breather and sit down at the student center for lunch to clear my head from all the crapness of the lab... The place was packed. Arseness. Wendy's equipment broke down so they were selling everything BUT the burgers, so I decided to grab a slice of pizza to go. Of course, they're all money-concious and if you only get one slice, they just slip it in a paper bag and send you on your way. And klutzo me (what was with me today?) didn't get a good grip on it, and out came a nice slimy slice of pepperoni pizza. Landing on my leg. In front of a crowded food court. Sigh. Got another slice for free, even though it really was my fault, which was nice of them (but it was their defective bag in the first place... awww, ok, it was all my fault. shit). And I've been walking around all day with an ugly grease stain (huge, shaped kind of like an upside-down Florida) on my favorite jeans, right above my left knee. Then at the end of the day, I almost trip over my own feet walking down the department's back steps... only to land on a nice patch of black ice right at the bottom of those steps. Luckly, I didn't slip, but it gave my heart a nice jolt. Small favors. Grrr.
My only consolation: At least my personal computer did go bust like my sister's, who is just as much of a net whore as I am. Hard drives can be such fragile things. Better treat mine right from now on.
Damn. It's only fucking Tuesday.
Errr... I mean... aw, shoot. It's only Tuesday. Apparently, after this weekend, my dad thinks I'm a bit too vulgar for a girl, which will have dire consequences on my ability to meet my perfect mate and pop out grandchildren. Shucks. Guess I'm going to have to get a headstart on collecting those 50 cats.
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The only thing keeping me sane: Round Robin.
Dude. Awesome fic. Gets better and better, and keeps me in a happy, giggly place (no... without the aid of other stuff... ran out :P ) And yay!! Rach promises a shoutout in her next part, which should be going up soon. If I'm good and stop bugging her. lol
|| posted by Pooh at 1:44 PM ... ||
- Finish doing all the grades that I have so far. (ugh!!!!)
- Set up all the make-up whatevers so the kids will leave me alone. (double ugh)
- Start prepping for next semester's lab course (which I should have finished doing months ago -- God, I'm such a slacker!)
- Update the blog list to include all the wonderful people I don't know, but who have been kind enough to visit. (HI!!!! argh, I suck, I know)
- Decide whether to get my hair cut. (do guys prefer long or short or none at all?)
- Get my own wabbit. (the search continues...)
- Or more batteries. (uh....)
- Touch (or stare at) my thesis, if only for a second. (hey, this counts as "research")
Shudder:
Scary thing happened last night (well, scarier than realizing that I had over 600 posts there). I got modded at AS (along with Trix) I don't know how I should feel about this. Those Mods scare me. Really. Friggin' insane, all of them, and I'm afraid they'll end up corrupting the Purity and Innocence that is Me. Other than the scariness, they kill me. I don't remember ever laughing so hard. But GAH to the responsibilities that come with it. Thanks cd! Thanks Skeedie! I knew there was a point to staying up late and sucking up. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 10:24 AM ... ||
I don't know what it is about Rabbit/Wabbit that brings out the immaturity in me. Tonight, for instance... I just wanted to jump on my bed for half an hour, moaning and groaning, squealing and giggling, and just abusing the hell out of my bedsprings. You know. Just for the heck of it. And also because I haven't jumped on a bed in forever, and I'm actually kind of craving a moment of stupid, mindless pleasure. Kind of like how we used to pretend the bed was a trampoline. Erm... or maybe that was just me... ;)
Diana, you crack me up, too. I'm sorry you could only read half of the last entry. It really wasn't that great. :(
Vlada! Hi! Heh. A button for me? Awesome. And Kiefer will be more than fine. Nekkid!Kiefer or Pumping!Kiefer would be even better, but I'm not choosy. :P
And Lancer, take back your bad vibes! The thesis is being worked on (supposedly). But sigh to no OperaHouse!Tuxedo!Sark. SIGH. :( Although... Tuxedo!Marshall is just as good. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 1:52 AM ... ||
Monday, December 09, 2002
Previously on Alias:
Sark sexes up a Mercedes convertible. ROWR!! And oh yeah, the Sarkney "shades" scene... SO MUCH hotter than the blahblah S/V shades scene. :P Marshall was fucking funny. Syd and Sark exchange smoldering looks during the SD-6 briefing. Will has happy thoughts about Sark (don't we all). Jack and Irina prove that they're the *real* ship of the show (and not that pansyass S/V crap). Sloane sues FedEx for sending him body parts in the mail without the mandatory container of ice for maximum preservation. And oh yeah. There was also something about stealing codes and nuclear weapons and stuff.
Passage, Part 2: Quick Observations
Kendall - Weeeeee! Awesome!! He is soooo cool. Love it when he got all smirky with Vaughn. That's right, Vaughn. Who's your daddy?
Dixon - I'd ask where you are if I didn't already know. (see specs)
Francie, Francie, Francie - I'm not even going to ask. Apparently, I'm just wasting my breathe now. :(
Will - Cracking yet? Come on! Give a girl what she wants? Or just strip down to your boxers. You're allowed to do that on the mini-golf course, you know. ;) Hell, I'm sure Vaughn would have appreciated it.
Hey!Daddy - Welcome back!! When are you going to kick Vaughn's pasty-white ass? I'd love to have you and Weiss be in a scene together. Wowie. Two hot funny CIA men. Heh.
Marshall - You. Are. So. Fucking. Hilarious!! Love you. The MarshallDance made my day. I sooo cannot wait until you get out into the field. Too bad we know you're really Rambaldi. :P And behind the entire Sloane/Emily thing. ;)
Sloane - Dude. You are so fucking cool. I'd say more, but I think that pretty much sums it up.
Sark - Yeah, baby!! You were on for what? Barely a minute? And yet, the things you did in that minute. Dear God! I just want to jump you. Badly. Rowr!! How much hotter can you possibly get? Damn you, and damn your fictitiousness, because you desperately need to come visit me so we can show Wabbit and Rabbit what REAL passion is all about.
Syd - I'm with Rach. Damn you and your hair. Grrr. You did pretty well this ep. I didn't even snicker once. Well, okay... maybe during that flower scene, when you were running to the helicopter. Um... talk about ridiculous. *snicker* And just for curiosity's sake... has there been one ep where you haven't looked like you were on the verge of tears?
Jack - Hello. Look at you! The look of pride on your face for Syd? The fact that you've told other people about Syd and how proud you are of her? *thud* Dude. You rock. And of course, all your scenes with Irina. LOVED the train scene. LOVE when you smile and let down your guard. LOVE how you are so fucking in love with Irina still and yet you hate her guts. I'm getting gasmy all over, just thinking about how cool you are. And hee! That look you gave Syd when she asked you if Irina could breathe in the grain container? Bwahaha! Awe. Some.
Irina - Damn. You are so freaking hot. No wonder Jack can't help himself when he's around you. I want to have a million of your babies. You cannot be good. You must be evil. I won't have it any other way. And are you "The Man" or not? What's this crap about shooting Syd because Cuvee was in the next room? I thought YOU were supposed to be the shit. Of course, this could all be a lie, couldn't it? Damn you for confusing me.
Cuvee - You've got more power than Irina? Bwahahaha. That was a joke, right? I mean, you're a friggin' idiot, bringing on Jack's wrath. But you got one thing right. You got verbally smacked by Sark. If only we could all be so lucky.
Vaughn - Where do I even start with this one? Ugh. So much to say, so little space to say it in. How about something simple? An introduction, maybe... Mr. Vaughn, meet Mr. Happy. *shudder* Ew. Ew. Ew. Ewwww. EWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWWWWWWW. That. Was. Disgusting!!!! Since when do you need tickets to go mini-golfing, and since when is it considered professional for a CIA handler to stalk his handee (?). Oh God. Hand. Happy. Stalking. *runs to take an acid shower* I understand that you want her to be happy, but getting her to go mini-golfing with her friends so you could go there and stare at her... it's like an open-air public peep show. GAH. *SQUICK* Granted, you were probably staring at Will, and really, who would blame you? But with Syd's pigtails and you sporting that creepy smile on your face... you looked more like some pedophilic Internet stalker. Quit it. It's not cute. And where's Alice to kick your ass? You've got a girlfriend. Maybe you should be stalking her instead. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" Wow, pretty perceptive aren't you? Someone give the boy a cookie. He finally got one right. And what's this about you having "relationships" in India, and yet, when you get there, you have to bust out that "my dad and his journal" shit. (What is WITH that journal anyway? Is it some kind of magic password? That Indian military guy sure seemed to relent easily after that journal crqp was mentioned. I guess if Vaugn Sr. mentioned you in his precious journal, then it's a big deal, right?) Seriously, if you mention your fucking father and his fucking journal one more time, I'm going to shove that fucking thing so far up your fucking ass it's going to uncrinkle that wrinkly forehead of yours and cause your broken watch to start back up again. Comprende?
Rambaldi - Dude must have had ADD or something. Zero-point energy... cell self-regeneration... what else you got there? Some people are just happy excelling in one thing.
Crazy Specs (ie, Pooh makes everyone out to be evil and working for Sark):
Who the man? Sark The Man. Bwahahaha. He's got Sloane wrapped around his fingers. Sure, he lets Sloane have his moment of privacy when he gets his Emily calls, but we all know who's on top in that relationship, and doesn't he always look a little pissed off whenever he's sent out of the room? As for who's behind the Emily thing, Jack seems almost too obvious since he's the one Sloane confides in. I'm crazy speccing that it's Dixon. Why? No reason other than trying to get my man a storyline. In the Passage, Part 1, he was the one who loudly opposed Sark joining forces with SD-6. Did you notice he purposely avoided looking at Sark while he was giving his spiel about Sark killing hundreds of people for money, blah blah? And Sark's look while he was saying it? Sort of like, yeah, right, dumbass, we planned it all together, right, so don't make me laugh. That's right. You all know Dixon is working with Sark. That's why he's never on. He's busy prepping and planning and setting up all those elaborate tricks to play on Sloane. Sark's been in the office with Sloane every single time Sloane receives a phone call. Is he just there to play witness or is he signaling someone when to make the calls?
My head's spinning over the Irina/Cuvee/Sark link. Irina makes it sound like Cuvee has more power than she does, and yet Cuvee is reporting to Sark. So exactly who is "The Man"? Maybe Sark is Rambaldi, especially after that whole long-life whatever thing they were talking about. Helps him keep his youthful looks. Too bad this isn't true, though, because we all know Vaughn is actually Rambaldi. Rambaldi has his manuscript. Vaughn Sr. has his journal. Vaughn looks more and more like his dad. Why? Because Vaughn IS his dad IS Rambaldi. Follow me? Yeah, neither can I, but it sounded good in my head.
Um... I had a lot more specs, but I seem to have forgotten them during the course of typing out this really longass entry. Gah. Senility can be such a bitch sometimes. I'll probably be adding throughout the rest of the day, as the thoughts come to me.
Next week on Alias:
Slo-mo the previews, and you can catch a glimpse of Gendarme!Sark. Firing his huge gun. Pumping optional. ROWR! *quit staring at me* Oh please lord, I'll finish my thesis in a timely manner if OperaHouse!Syd means OperaHouse!Tuxedo!Sark. I can die happy if we get this.
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Rabbit Update:
I don't understand. No matter what time I go back to the apartment during the day, Rabbit and Wabbit are ALWAYS there. I'm starting to wonder if they're even students at all. Oh, and that cake she was baking this morning? Saw it in the fridge. It's a fancy shmancy birthday cake. It's a nice gesture, and it's pretty, but I'm afraid to know how much sugar is in that thing. Knowing her anti-sugar stance, the thing probably tastes like cardboard. *written as I chomp down on a Snickers bar. mmmm. Suuuuugar*
Oh... and DAMN you, Tag. Bastards.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:36 PM ... ||
I hate exam day. All the kids complaining about how hard the exam was... all the kids bugging me about wanting to do well in the class... Thank goodness I'm not grading this exam. I hate feeling like the bad guy. Sigh.
Ice and snow... did I mention ICE... all over the friggin' place. Grr. And salt. So much salt. Did you know salt is pretty slippery, too? Well, it is.
I'm so tired. Rabbit was up at 1am baking. I seriously want to ask her what she's doing with her life besides baking and having sex. Then again, maybe I'm just jealous because all I'm doing is supposedly working on my thesis. :P
Because of the suckiness of today, I feel like being evil. And maybe just a bit mean and screwy. I never wrote out my thoughts for "Passage, Part 1" so expect me to make up for it with "Passage, Part 2." Hehe. So many places I can go with this one... and trust me, I'll probably go there when I have a bit of time to sit down and organize my thoughts. Loving everyone else's thoughts and analysis on the episode. I only hope mine can be half as entertaining as Rach's hair fetish. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 12:07 PM ... ||
Sunday, December 08, 2002
For those in the know... the Turkey Saga continues for someone, but not me. I left before the conclusion. Thank. Goodness.
Just sharing a little gem from tonight. ;)
Irina: So Sydney, how's school?
Sydney: I'm writing my dissertation. Supposedly.
Bwahahaha!! Total shoutout to me!! Weee! Lmao. :P
Oh, and this lovely one, that IS a (future) spoiler:
From Lance: Episode thirteen title -- Double Agent
At first, I thought... DUDE. But now that I've had a minute to think about it... is this the ep that Ethan Hawke is guesting in? Sigh. I had such high hopes. :(
Too bad it's probably what I'm expecting, and not what I'm hoping. Otherwise, might really have to get Lance that date with Rabbit.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:01 PM ... ||
Duuuuuuuuuuuuude!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I've seen the ep!! Bouncy x 4, baby!! I LOVE this show.
Inviso-text for my "not so sane" first thoughts. Yeah... there's nothing really significant in that swipe, just a bit of gushing. I can't think straight yet. ;)
Sark. SOOOOOOOOOOO hot. Two little scenes, maybe a total of 2 minutes. BUT DAMN!! Bouncy x 4!!!! Is he the real baddie? Is he behind the Emily thing? Is he still working with Irina? Is he really Rambaldi using his own long-life serum? Can we go back to talking about how incredibly HOT that guy is?? And Jack and Irina totally need to get it on. That toaster scene rocked my fucking socks off. He loves her so much, and yet, he hates her fucking guts. Goddamn. Is it next week yet?
One more thing I'm dying to find out. How many squishies can I milk out of 2 minutes? :P
|| posted by Pooh at 3:15 PM ... ||
Don't have much time to blog right now, but since I'm online, might as well put something up.
Just for Lancer:
The Art of Being a Rabbit
Rabbit's been pretty quiet lately. Erm... I think this is because she moved her bed away from the wall. She left her door open a couple of days ago, and the bed was in the center of the room (makes sense, since I guess it's the most important furniture in the room, gotta give it it's own shrine or something), since with the new setup, the sprinklers are now right above where her bed used to be. Much like how my brandspanking new sprinklers are right over my bed, too. I, on the other hand, don't mind getting doused in the middle of the night. You know... just for fun. Or something. Anyway, it's either because of the new bed placement or because I've started turning the volume up on my CD player... there hasn't been much bedspring abuse in the past few days. Good thing for me, because I told Meg the other day (en media res) that just sitting in my room makes me feel like I've had enough sex for a hundred women. And without the damn satisfaction or pleasure. Dammit. Then again, considering the lackage of my friends Stamina and Endurance, maybe it's just a sum total of sex for... 2 women. :P
Strange happenings a few days ago, though...
Rabbit sniffed me. Yeah. SNIFFED me. Dude. We were both at the vanity sinks, brushing our teeth for bed, and she leaned over and... *sniff* Uh....
Apparently, I had actually cooked dinner a few hours earlier, and she asked me if I had made anything with green peppers in it - which I had - and then proceeded to tell me that she has a keen sense of smell. Yeah.... back off, Rabbit. It wasn't too bad, just... strange. Now, if Wabbit had sniffed me, he would have gotten a nice fat right hook to his bunny nose.
And for all the pervs out there... oh, guess this is just for Lance... :P
Rabbit and Wabbit had a friend over last night. Another girl. Heh. It got pretty quiet there for a while. Of course, nothing happened, because honestly, if there's no WabbitStamina for just one Rabbit, what the heck is he going to do with two rabbits? He'd probably implode or something. Bleh. My prediction was right (not the implosion, the "nothing" part, dumbass). Rabbit ended up playing her five bars of music again, only this time to TWO human metronomes. Yeesh. That girl needs help. In more ways than one.
And that's my Rabbit update. Hope you're satisified. Bah. Not much happening, but I'm sure there'll be more. I've done a bit of censoring, because I suck, but also because I never know who's reading this thing. :P Would it be bad for me to tell the RA that Wabbit is basically a squatter? University Housing does not look too kindly on that kind of thing. I probably won't, because I'm nice, and because it keeps the really nasty part of me entertained for a bit every day. Besides, it would be an abuse of power since the RA is a guy in my department and we're kind of friends. Heh. It's good to know people with power.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:52 PM ... ||
Participated in a Saturday night Jersey tradition. NO, not hanging out at the mall. *rolleyes* I am no longer a teenager, and besides... the malls closed at 9pm. :P
We went bowling, which I haven't done in ages. Oh boy, did I suck. I bowled a lousy 62 the first game. GAH. Sucky sucky. And in the second game, I finally broke 100. Barely. Sigh. I used to be so much better than that. At least no one made the loser - me - buy a round of drinks. Heh.
Nope, because after that, we went to a diner for fries, shakes, and pie. Ugh. That just sounds so... :| But it was better than hanging out at the 24 hour supermarket. Not.... that I've done that before, mind you. Blech. I think I still smell like a chimney. Oh well. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:22 AM ... ||
Saturday, December 07, 2002
Start rant:
I am just a bitter, bitter person today. Or... maybe every day, but let's not get into that. Experienced a bit of road rage on the drive back to the parents'. Yes, a bit, shaddup.
For all the dumbasses out there, driving is a privilege, not a friggin' right. As such, you have an obligation to be courteous to everyone else sharing the road with you. That includes following some really simple safety tips. For example, after it snows, you should clean the snow off your car. Unless you're in an 18-wheeler and it's difficult for you to clear the snow off the top of the the truck. I can deal with that. But when you're driving a tiny truck with a roof the height of my 6 year old cousin, there's no way you can tell me that the foot of snow piled on top needs to be there. Especially when you're zooming down a Jersey highway at the speed limit of 75 (hey, 65 is only the "recommended" limit, okay, all you out-of-staters :P ), and huge chunks of ice and snow come flying at the car behind you. It's not decoration; it's not pretty; it's not cool. It's DANGEROUS, Jackass.
*deep breathe*
Okay, so rooftop snow is offensive, and in some cases, forgiveable. But how in God's name do you explain the 4 inches of packed snow COVERING YOUR FUCKING HOOD????????? Did you go blind all of a sudden and not see it there? Did you look out your front window and even question why your visibility was reduced compared to a day ago? Do you even know what that white stuff is??? It's snow, bitch. Don't go driving on my highway without cleaning that shit off the hood. It's not like you need a snowblower to clear it, just use your fucking hand. Dumbass. I swear, the next chunk of solid white coming at me on the highway better be a few kilos of the best crack falling out of a drug truck, because regular old chunks of snow and ice is just dangerous... Hmph.
End rant.
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On a lighter note (although probably just as screwed up), I finished rewatching LOTR with the extended scenes. Grrr, Trix!!! All because of you, every time Legolas and Gimli were on screen together... I kept getting visions of Sarshall. ARGH!!! Lol. It was pretty funny, but I don't think I was supposed to giggle during certain parts. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:22 PM ... ||
Ahhhh.
There's nothing like an early morning quizzie... From Jenai (hope you're feeling better, you can always blame the soreness on Brad ;) ):
Which guy are you destined to have sex with?
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Orlando Bloom: you like them dead sexy, with an orgasmic accent and looks. *drool*
Ha! And on the FIRST try, too. Wow, this works a lot better when I put my real answers in and quit screwing around. Unlike that time when... let's forget that little incident, shall we?
""Which cocktail are you?""
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You're a tequila sunrise, tequila, orange juice and a grenadine sunrise. One of the most popular cocktails your friends mean the world to you and you're always eager to entertain them. You're playful, musical and always surrounded by people!
And finally, I think this is my best one, yet. Yep, definitely. (hope the pic works)
Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
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Bert & Ernie's Gay Love Affair Look, everyone knows you two are lovebirds. Why not do the brave thing and admit it to the world? The times are kinder nowadays. There may be the odd ultraconservative bigwig or overprotective mom, but so what? Piss on 'em. Come on out of the closet. It's ok.
Going home and coming back on Sunday for more Sarkage (can I get some hotNekkidSarkage? Yeah? Thanks.) Also, I still need to finish watching my Sports Night and extended LOTR dvds. A slacker's job is never done.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:13 AM ... ||
Friday, December 06, 2002
And just for Meg (and even Jenai):
Watch Firefly!
Only for you babes. ;)
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Eek! Watching CNN and they're talking about static fires at the gas pump. Ugh. I am probably the MOST static-prone person in the world. Even though the statistics are really low, I still thank God I live in Jersey. Heh. Self-serve? WTF is that? :P For the record, I would like to make it known that, yes, I do know how to pump gas. Granted... I didn't add that skill to my many, many talents until *coughcollegecough*. Yeah. Pathetic much? I think so.
And really... did I need to see that woman on fire? Uh... no. I need to remember not to watch news when Anderson isn't on. For some reason, scary news is less scary when he's snarking it to me. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:02 PM ... ||
Wow. That SarkRR is really taking off. I'm so glad it's in more capable hands. To all the writers who have contributed, I envy you guys. You're SO MUCH better than those from my old fandom -- all those cheesey GG writers and the drivel I had to sit through the past two years... GAH. Compared to you guys, I feel inadequate. lol. And no one better start on the whole "blah blah blah, no you're not" crap, because... heh... I've got proof. So there. And for those of you out there (you know who you are) who keep begging me to join in... I'm flattered that you'd think I'd do a good job (especially since you've never read any of my crapfics before), but let it be known that I am probably one of the most anal writers ever. EVER! I need to have an idea of beginning and end before I can start. Hence, the loosey-goosey anarchy of an RR is beyond my comprehension. I think I'll just sit back and enjoy all the intrigue, action, and smut everyone else has been generous enough to share. Because you guys rock! Jealousy is a bitch. Heh.
That being said - and I'm sure someone is going to flame me for even saying it (lack of self-esteem sucks, you know) - I did end up joining the Alias Improv. Why? Hell if I know. Deadlines suck (see my WIP that I haven't touched in a year... actually, don't, because I looked at it earlier and went WTF? I wrote that shite? I need a fugging thesaurus and grammar book!); ficlets suck (I don't think I've ever written anything shorter than 5 pages - Times 10pt, single-spaced, tiny margins); and I suck (well, ok... sometimes this isn't such a bad thing...). But you know me... always wanting to be part of the in-crowd. Besides, Trix said it wasn't necessary to submit an improv fic every time, and that I was allowed to write nothing but "Vaughn does something stupid and offs himself" fics (btw, I need a list of sexual dysfunctions and kinks, if anyone would be so kind as to research that for me -- I'm a lazy ass). Sorry to do that to your guy, Twin, but I'll at least try to make it as un-crapficcy as possible. "Quality," however, would be asking for a bit much. :P
Memo to self: Stock up on liquor.
Jenai, are you going to finish that Francie/Sark BarTopSmut ficlet for me? You know you're so NOT lukewarm. :P Sigh... here, I'll make it easy for you... *smack* Ouch. *double smack* Hey! Quit it! At least I didn't ask for Francie/Sloane SmutFic. Bwahaha.
Rhien, I finally looked at that other BitTorrent download you told me about. Holy crap. You weren't kidding when you said it was huge. What was it? Almost 2gigs, maybe? That's my 7 day download bandwidth limit!! Grr to school usage policies. And hmm... I just checked the site again, and now that Redhat ISO thing you were telling me about is gone from their dl page. Strangeness. It was up this morning. Hmm. I guess this is a sign that I'm not supposed to be able to get mpegs of the eps for squishies. Sigh. I want my squishies. *cries*
Unless someone wants to hook me up... hint hint. Sigh. I'll put out. Really.
Hmmm. I'm in a strange mood today. Must be all that snow.
To go to my parents' this weekend.... Or not? I hate making decisions. Will anyone hang out with me this weekend if I stay (up until 5am every night)? :P
Saw this on Gabby's blog (and a bunch of others):
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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La la la...
Is it scary if it's true? ;)
Btw, Gabs, what happened to that CN update you promised last night? You know, the one you said you'd post today in exchange for letting you post a short RR part?
I'm bored. Got this from Rach. Shocker. A quiz I haven't done yet. At least, I don't think. Oh well... repeats are fun, too. Although I think I'd remember if I did this one, seeing how it's the opposite extreme of the truth. PJ's? Wuz dat? Nekkid, baby!
Erm... okay, not so much. More boxers than anything, but at least I didn't get a thong riding up my ass like Rach. :P
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So so so so so so incredibly bored. Maybe I'll try writing...
|| posted by Pooh at 12:28 PM ... ||
Good early morning to you.
Stole this from Jenai:
Who's your fantasy TV boyfriend?
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Woohoo!! Bald is soooo hot. Too bad they didn't have Sark. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:22 AM ... ||
Thursday, December 05, 2002
Okay, there's got to be around 6 inches of snow already. Crazy. On my way back, I watched a couple of kids sledding down a hill near the family housing (ok, actually, one boy refused to go down the hill until I was watching him - boys, attention-starved, typical. heh). They kept falling and just laughed. I slipped and zipped about half a foot across the snow, and I was letting out a stream of profanity. When did I lose that kind of carefree innocence? Did I ever have it in the first place? Sigh. Wish I were still a little kid.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:34 PM ... ||
What the fug.
Everyone has disappeared. Not that there were that many people around in the first place.
Oh. Der. School shut down at 1. Dammit. How come no one tells me these things? Am I "essential personnel"? Not at these slave wages. Fug that. I'm going home. If only I didn't have to trudge through all that snow. 6-8 inches? Grrr. Halfway there already. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:12 PM ... ||
Snow. Snow. Snow.
Woke up this morning to two inches of nice powder on the ground and more to come.
Went to class, surprised at the number of students who showed up even though the prof didn't, was pranked by two of my older students (bastards! they're going to get their ass kicked by moi on their exam :P ), had a good laugh, partied with other unsupervised classes since we were the "cool" ones *rolleyes*, supervised course evaluation forms (ugh...).
Left class an hour later to find two more inches of powder on the ground, and ice in the falling stinging snow.
University's shutting down and cancelling classes after 4:30pm.
My question: What the hell is the point? And why'd I get out of bed today?
At least I found my gloves and got a nice rosy blush from walking around outside. Hah. Who am I kidding? I want my bed.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:57 AM ... ||
Wednesday, December 04, 2002
Happy Birthday Trix!!!
Survey time, from the Birthday Girl:
1. Name?: Winnie the Pooh... unless I'm feeling skanky, then it's... :-X
2. Were you named after anyone?: Nonononono. Really, no.
3. Do you wish on stars? Rarely.
4. Which finger is your favorite?: My special two. One per hand.
5. When did you last cry?: Uh... I get teary sometimes, but it's been awhile since I had a really good cry.
6. Do you like your handwriting?: Yes, when I'm not rushing, and when I haven't been writing for hours already.
7. What's the best thing about you?: Where do I start? :P
8. What is the #1 priority in your life?: School? Graduating? Getting a job? Meeting Mr. Right/Mr. Oh-So-Freaking-Rich? Having a family? Take your pick. It
changes daily... uh... hourly...
9. What is your fav lunch meat?: Turkey. Although I've got a thing for salami, too. Heh.
10. Any bad habits?: Again, where do I start?
11. Place you'd never be caught dead in?: Uh...
12. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?: Probably. We can giggle and obsess together. :P
13. Are you a daredevil?: I. Am. The. World's. Biggest. Chicken. Shite.
14. Have you told a secret you swore you wouldn't tell ?: Nope. I'll die with those secrets, but you need to make me swear first.
15. Have you ever stolen anything?: Define "stolen" and "anything"
16. Do looks matter?: In the dark... everyone looks the same.
17.When was the last time you wanted to punch someone?: Let's see... when was the last time I read a stupid S/V post, or an S-S are siblings post?
18. Are you trendy?: I'm a conservative dud.
19 What do you do to prevent anger?: Prevention takes too much effort. Let it out. Or... probably just walk away and sulk.
20. Are you passive or aggressive?: Passive/aggressive
22. Who is your second family?: My friends... that includes all of you. *kisses*
23 Do you trust others easily?: More than I'd like to.
24 What did you play with as a child?: Voltron, GI Joe, Transformers, Nekkid!Barbies (shaddup - dude, those clothes were hard to get back on! and I'm going to stop
defending myself, because this will get really dirty, really fast)
25. What subject at school do/did you find completely useless: Gym. Sucked. Ass.
26. Fav band, Singer, rapper : I can't go on and on like Trix, but thanks to her, Athenaeum is zooming to the top of the charts. Thanks, babe.
27. Have you ever intentionally hurt someone?: Yes. I'm the eldest out of four brats. Let's leave it at that.
29. Have you ever been in a mosh pit?: No, thank goodness.
30. Do you feel understood most of the time?: I feel "humored" most of the time.
31. Who do you admire?: Right now, my friend, because he buckled down and did what no one else in my lab could do after so far... graduate. Or maybe it's not admiration, but severe jealousy.
32.Would you rather have a sore throat or an upset stomach?: Sore throat. Running to the bathroom is annoying. Err... TMI? lol
33. What is your nickname/s?: Pooh, Win, Bitch, Fred, Weenie (bah), Hey You, Ass, Dumbass, devs... should I go on?
34. Could you be a vegetarian?: Excuse me. I'll answer that question after I kill a cow for dinner.
35. Would you ever bungee jump?: Probably not. Unless you strapped me up in my sleep and pushed me. But then I'd have to kill you.
36. Do you untie your shoes every time you take them off?: No, are you kidding?
37. Who would want to hook up with you?: Sark, Kiefer, Nick, Scott, my really rich and hot future husband...
39. Do you think you are strong?: A bit.
40. What's your favorite ICECREAM?: Coffee
41. Who is most likely to respond?: Anyone who reads the blogs and hasn't done so already.
42 Who do you think won't respond at all?: Anyone who thinks this survey was way too freaking long.
43. When is your Birthday?: July 17th (mark you calendars) or August 31 (if I want to be perfectly compatible with DA) :P
44. Who do u have a crush on?: DUDE! Trix got to answer before me. :( Of course, The Lancer!!! He gets a 4 boob response: bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy
45. Favorite Colour(s)?: Blues, Black, White, and any of the neutrals.
46. Eye Color? Dark Brown
47. Last person you called? Sister, to tell her to get her ass up to take me to the DMV.
49. Saw you cry?: Family
50. Had a fight with?: I mentioned I have 3 other younger siblings, right?
51. What's the one thing you most regret? Starting this survey. Is it over yet? Thank GOD!
|| posted by Pooh at 3:38 PM ... ||
WOOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!
The Up side? I'm licensed (again), BABY!!! And it took less than 40 minutes!! *does a little jig, grabs Sark for celebratory sex*
The Down side? Okay... the pic is CRAP, but that's to be expected. My head's about the size of a watermelon and everything looks crooked. Sigh. Also... had a bit of a frizz attack on the hair. Dammit, I want Syd's hair. And I don't know what it is about the DMV, but as soon as I stepped through those doors, I got a massive headache and it still hasn't gone away. My head feels like it's going to explode. (*mine*, not Sark's... not yet)
Hehe. Sorry,