Saturday, May 31, 2003
Can't stay on too long. Thunderstorm going on, and the stinky hockey game is on. Bleh to both.
I'm too excited thinking about my trip on Thursday to sit still. Weeeee!!
For some reason, I can't seem to find a pair of jeans. My favorite pair of jeans. Dammit. It's been missing for almost two weeks, and I've looked everywhere. No one has it. No one will admit to it. And the only other person who may be the culprit lives in the city and refuses to check for me. *kicks Thing1* ARGH!
Sighness. Just came by to drop these off...
Stolen from Trix:
You're Joey Potter! You're a huge smartass, and you
want everyone on the world to know it-
regardless of how you try and act like you're
covering it up! You are very smart, and you're
headed somewhere. Although usually introverted,
you're not afraid to let loose sometimes- a
good way to deal with the stress in your life.
But you do need to stop being so uptight all
the time! You're my favorite character! Rock
on!
Which "Dawson's Creek" Character are you?
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As much as I want to "ewww" about being Joey, most of it sounds right. I think. Not too sure about the "smart and headed somewhere" part. And even though she's gotten to be somewhat of a tard on the show, I can't help but remember that she did get Pacey. Rowr!
Pooh&Pacey4Eva&Eva!!! :P
And just to prove this...
*Pacey and Joey*
awww...you two make the darn cutest couple!
Things may have been rough with you two in the
beginning...but hey, opposites certainly do
attract!
And the tension you two had been feeling all those
years added for some hot, steamy romancing!
Which Dawsons creek couple are you?
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Except, you know... that's actually ME in that pic and not Joey. We both have long hair, and if you squint... just... right... you can totally see it. Trust me.
Getting Excited
As if I didn't have enough things to keep me occupied and procrastinating on the thesis. Just when I thought I was getting over my Sims addiction (well, had to since we switched home computers, had to reinstall it, and lost all my sims, blech)... they go and do this: The Sims 2.
*starts saving up money for game and better computer* Heh.
Withdrawal Symptoms
I miss my daily dose of One and Trix and the tagspam. Sadness. *gets the sweats and the shakes* :'(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:21 PM ... ||
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Hmm
If my back weren't killing me right now, I would not only do a striptease, but I would do a little seductive dance, too. 3-zip, Devs.
And the hockey boyfriend just got an assist. Rowrrr!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:13 PM ... ||
Made it home in record time. Um... following all traffic laws. Yep. Uh huh.
And what greeted me as soon as I pulled into the driveway? Thing 2's new car - a tiny, toy-like Rav4. Blah. Unlike Thing 1 when she got her car, Thing 2 actually insisted I drive it around the block. Actually, she told me to drive it to the post office since she had to drop off some letters. It was my first time driving a (baby) SUV, if you can believe that, and it was... strange. But in a very empowering way. There's just something about sitting higher than the rest of the cars around you that gives you a power boost. Heh.
But gah... I couldn't help but think that if things were slightly different, I could have been driving my new car today instead of Thing 2's. Unfortunately, that didn't happen because of my Sainthood. It's a tough job, being so incredibly generous and unselfish... :P
EEEEE!!
Score! Love it when the Devs get the first goal.
EDITED TO ADD
Weeee!! I love it when they get the second goal, too. Heh.
*pokes Gabby*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:19 PM ... ||
Happy Birthday, Amy!
*sticks a bow on NekkidKief and NekkidSark*
*sends them to Amy*
Enjoy! ;-)
*******
Everyone's getting older. Thank goodness I'm still a youthful 5 years old. Oops, sorry... 5 and 2/3. ;)
Bad Habits Suck
Which is why they're "bad," I guess. Hmph.
I had a ton of testing to do today. Because it wasn't too hands on, I just sat there and clicked a button every minute or so. It was FUN!! Woohoo!!
Too bad when I'm bored and just sitting there, I tend to slouch and lean on my left elbow. Guess what happened? Uh huh.
*whimpers*
My upper back is killing me. Killing me. There's a constant dull pain with occasional stinging sensations - like a knife being rammed into my back. Fun stuff. The only thing that makes it feel better is if I lie down (heh, at work, on my lab floor.... yeah, not so much) or hunch forward. Ugh. I look like a hunchback now. Blech. And in a few minutes, I get to sit in the car for 40 minutes, in traffic, just to get home. *whines*
5 and a half year olds aren't supposed to be experiencing these kinds of health problems, dammit.
At least I have my hockey game tonight - which I am not going to watch because the last thing I need is back pain AND an ulcer (or hypertension). Unlike some people, my Flyers fan friend at work will gladly admit that even though he hates the Devs, they're a much better team. Haha. *pokes Trix* :P
|| posted by Pooh at 5:31 PM ... ||
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Okay, I take it back. One quiz. And only because One linked me.
I'm a Major Geek at 42%. Dude. That's 2% more than One. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:44 PM ... ||
I'm being boring today. No partaking in new quizzies.
And I'm still FREEZING!! *checks calendar* Dammit!
But this time next week, I'll be packing for Seattle. Woohoo!
Still need to decide whether to get my hair cut before then. Sadly, I don't have the silky straight hair typical of my people (heh). It's long; it's thick; it's a bit kinky (not that kind of kinks!); and it's driving me nuts. I'm so scared that I'm going to have all this hair today, and then I'm going to wake up one morning and I'll be... bald... or I'll have Michael Bolton hair. *shudder* Also... still can't figure out what to wear to the friend's thing. Tried on some skirts the other day, but I've decided that I hate my legs. The skirts were shorter than what I would normally wear anyway, but I still hate my legs. *sets fire to legs* Hell, even the PoohMom said: Dude, you're never going to look right in a skirt. You've got nasty ass legs. Just wear pants. Duuuuude. My own mother! This, from the same woman who tells me I have a big butt. (As you can see, my family is really big on boosting the self-esteem. *shoves Ben&Jerry's and a couple of Nestle Crunches down throat*)
Actually, it's okay. She didn't really say that. Well... not in those words. (Pooh's very good at reading between the lines.) Besides, I was looking for any excuse to stay away from my feminine side. But then after we got home, Thing 2 said it actually looked cute, just that it looked weird because I wasn't wearing the right color shirt with the skirt, blah blah... I swear, I hate being a girl sometimes. *bangs head against the wall, decides to go nekkid* Duh. I was shopping, and of course I wasn't going to have the right kind of accessories to match....
Oh, dear lord. I'm talking "accessories" on the blog. Kill me now. *wrestles PoohBro to the floor* There. Now I feel all non-girly.
Well, at least one thing has been accomplished for the Seattle trip. I finally got my friend her graduation present. Hopefully, she sent me the correct address, or else some stranger is going to be getting a nice engraved XXXXXX in the mail.
Blah. Sleepy.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:06 PM ... ||
Blah.
Sleepy.
Tired.
Bored.
Freezing.
Someone wake me up when it's actually summer.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:05 PM ... ||
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
YAY!!!!!
Devils win 3-0. Woohoo! I love my team. :D
Okay... back to homework.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:42 PM ... ||
EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
2-nuthing, baby! Hope everyone has their numbers... *starts to strip*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:15 PM ... ||
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Devils lead 1-0 so far. *does happy dance*
And Scotty has wonderfully adorable sweaty helmet head. Hee!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:27 PM ... ||
Responsible
Don't know what it means, but I'm being it. Brought work home with me. Just some Excel spreadsheets I need to mess around with, and then I need to write up a summary of all the testing I've done so far. Much harder than it sounds. Hopefully, she won't know it's BS when she sees it tomorrow.
I will do my homework and not watch hockey tonight. Okay... not that I would since I'd probably have a heart attack if I did. I'm not good with suspense. Which is why I always have people spoil everything for me - movies, books, TV - whenever I can. Yeah, I suck that way.
But before I start being productive, Trix totally screwed me over by going quiz happy today. I swear, it's like a Trixpiracy against Pooh/Responsibility.
PRESIDENT DAVID PALMER. You are a master of
strategy and always do what is right. You
always think before your act and your actions
are always praised.
Which Character in '24' (Seaon 2) are you?
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Bwahaha. LMFAO. *cough* Okay.
Switzerland -
A neutral power for as long as most can remember,
it has avoided war for several centuries.
However, it is still considered highly advanced
and a global power.
Positives:
Judicial.
Neutrality.
World-Renouned.
Powerful without Force.
Makes Excellent Watches, Etc.
Negatives:
Target of Ridicule.
Constant Struggle to Avoid Conflict.
Target of Criminal Bank Accounts.
Which Country of the World are You?
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University of Pennsylvania
You were a hard-working wannabe cool kid, and now
you are at the Ivy Leage equivalent of a rich,
suburban high school, and all of the kids used
to be too hard-working to be cool, so now you
all pretend to be cool together. As long as
Daddy keeps sending you money and you keep that
coke habit in check, you're degree will mean
something someday, even if none of your classes
did.
Which Ivy League University is right for YOU?
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LMAO again. At least I'm not a snooty Princetonian. Phew.
Hopelessly Romantic Geezer Named Alfred
What's Your Personality Type?
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BWAHAHAHAHA. Oh, man... I'm really enjoying procrastinating on my homework right now.
Lust
What Seven Deadly Sins Magnum are You?
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Am not.
Apparently, One is also going to help me slack off by providing this quiz. Responsible... pah!
ANGER
1. Who did you last get angry with?
Thing 2. Long story.
2. What is your weapon of choice?
My death glare and stinging sarcasm.
3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?
I have, and I'll do it again. Although I wouldn't quite call it "hitting." More like kneeing....
4. How about of the same sex?
Puhlease. *rolls eyes* I've lost count how many times I've bitchsmacked the PoohSisters around.
5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?
Probably Thing 1. We're a very hateful family. Heh.
6. What is your pet peeve?
Oh, geez. Where do I start?
7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?
Depends, but I usually let them go after a few weeks or months. Eh.
SLOTH
1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time?
Research. I don't even remember what my thesis is on. Heh.
2. What is the latest you've ever woken up?
Noon. It's sick. I must wake up before the afternoon, no matter how many hours I've slept.
3. Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't:
I've been meaning to stalk... I mean, contact... all my boyfriends. I've just been too busy. *Sigh*
4. What is the last lame excuse you made?
"I can't have lunch with you and your boss because I need to finish running this simulation." And then proceeded to blog surf and do some online shopping for friend's graduation present.
5. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through.
Probably.
6. When was the last time you got a good workout in?
Every day. (In my head.)
7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?
I never! No, really... I don't use my snooze.
GLUTTONY
1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?
White chocolate mocha. At least it used to be. I'm eating and drinking healthier now. Uh huh. *turns head, crams chocolate bar into mouth* mrmphhmm.
2. Vegetarians: Vegan or no?
Say what?
3. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?
Alcohol.... what's that?
4. Have you ever used a professional diet company?
Why? I'm a stick. *wriggles massive ass*
5. Do you have an issue with your weight?
Not unless you do....
6. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?
Yes.
7. Have you ever looked at a small housepet or child and thought, "LUNCH!"?
Well... not a child or housepet... but Sark, Kief, Jack(s)... um... duh.
LUST
1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?
Please. I have my own street corner.
2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family?)
That's an extra $1000, dude.
3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation?
If you were standing across my me right now, you know what I'd be doing.
4. Have you "done it"?
*adjusts chastity belt* Of course not. That's dirty.
5. What is your favorite body part on a person of your gender of choice?
The head. No, dumbass, not that head. Nasty. I love eyes, smiles, etc.
6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?
Can I count myself? No, wait... that's gross....
7. Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?
No, but will a pregnancy test tell me which one of my many boyfriends is the father of my Pooh/Hottie lovechild?
GREED
1. How many credit cards do you own?
Two of my own, and an emergency family card.
2. What's your guilty pleasure store?
Amazon is probably as guilty as I'll go, although I did buy something from Tiffany's once. *drools* Oooh, pretty blue box...
3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it?
Spend half, invest half. I'm boring that way.
4. Would you rather be rich, or famous?
Definitely rich. Can't stand being the center of attention. *shudder*
5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?
Hell, yes!
6. Have you ever stolen anything?
Um... no... *returns stereo... big screen TV... car... chewing gum...*
7. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?
367. Damn. Wonder if that's what's making my computer all screwy.
PRIDE
1. What one thing have you done that you're most proud of?
Survived this long. Oh, and not having any outstanding restraining orders against me.
2. What one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?
We're still working on this. You know... grad school and all...
3. What thing would you like to accomplish in your life?
Right now I'd be happy with graduating and a job.
4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?
Losing sucks.
5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were more skilled then the others?
No, of course not. I enter contests where I know I'll most definitely lose. Personal humiliation is key to my survival.
6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?
I suck at cheating. Bah.
7. What did you do today that you're proud of?
Got through the day. Yeah, my life is pretty dull and miserable. Heh.
ENVY
1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have for your own?
Friend's med school diploma. :P
2. Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?
Uh... I'd rather not go.
3. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?
SuperSuperSuperSuperPooh. Regular average Pooh is just... eh. Or.. whatever woman gets to play opposite Sark or Kief or any of the Jacks. :)
4. Have you ever been cheated on?
*sharpens butcher knife* Of course not.
5. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?
*looks at self in mirror* Heh. *injects daily dose of self-esteem into arm, pops some pills* No... never.
6. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?
Maybe to be a little more extroverted. *painfully shy*
7. Do you wish you'd come up with this survey?
Pffft. This survey wasn't snarky enough. Hmph.
8. Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin?
Can a person be both slothful and lusty? Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:04 PM ... ||
Monday, May 26, 2003
Hockey Heaven
Oh, yes. Stanley Cup Finals start tomorrow night. *happy dance*
If the Devils win, Pooh will sleep with everyone. Y'all should take numbers now.
If the Devils lose, everyone should probably stay away from the blog for awhile. It won't be pretty.
And now for some Pooh Hockey Boyfriend Love:
From Michael Farber: Inside the NHL at SI.com:
SI.com: Which is the more important Niedermayer in the series?
Farber: I think New Jersey's Scott Niedermayer is more important. The Devils aren't blessed with a plethora of natural goal scorers, with the exception of Elias. They need help from the back end, and the key is Niedermayer, who is the best skater in the game, certainly the prettiest. Niedermayer needs to help create offense from the back because this is a team that can stop scoring in a heartbeat. (Amen to that! Now, is he the prettiest skater, or just the prettiest? Because, really... he's both... but I just wanted to know if Farber understood that. :P )
How much would it suck to be the mom of two hockey brothers who were playing against each other for the Cup?
Also from SI.com:
In a perfect world, she said, the Mighty Ducks will beat the Devils so both sons will have won the Stanley Cup. That sentiment didn't go over well among the Devils, who are ragging Scott Niedermayer about his own mother rooting against him. (LMAO. I would, too.)
"I got a lot of grief from my teammates," Scott Niedermayer said. "It might backfire on my mom ... hopefully, my brother will have another chance somewhere down the road." (Gotta love a man who can bring the snark. Rowr!)
In closing... Pooh's favorite defenseman:
...with his younger brother, who ain't so bad looking either:
Fun times.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:54 PM ... ||
Nothing like Lists on rainy Memorial Day Monday
Stolen from a bunch of people.
Movies I have seen in bold...
1. The Godfather (1972)
2. The Shawshank Redemption (1994)
3. The Godfather: Part II (1974)
4. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) Own both the first DVD and the collector's edition. How sad is that?
5. Schindler's List (1993) Saw it with my entire school. Cried. In front of everyone.
6. Citizen Kane (1941) Finally saw it a few years ago, and... eh.
7. Casablanca (1942) Forced to watch by friend who couldn't believe I had never seen it, and now love it.
8. Seven Samurai (1954) It's on the PoohList of Movies to Watch
9. Star Wars (1977) Only too, too, too many times
10. Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964)
11. Memento (2000) On the PoohList
12. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest (1975)
13. Rear Window (1954)
14. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) CRAP! I knew there was something I forgot to do!
15. Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) Love this one the bestest.
16. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
17. The Usual Suspects (1995) Many times. The commentary is a hoot.
18. Amelie (2001)
19. Pulp Fiction (1994)
20. North by Northwest (1959) Can't seem to remember, though. :(
21. Psycho (1960)
22. The Silence of the Lambs (1991) Back before Jodie Foster annoyed me.
23. 12 Angry Men (1957)
24. Lawrence of Arabia (1962) Um... parts.
25. It's a Wonderful Life (1946) Last person on earth who hasn't seen this.
26. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly (1966)
27. Goodfellas (1990)
28. American Beauty (1999)
29. Vertigo (1958)
30. The Pianist (2002)
31. Sunset Blvd. (1950)
32. Apocalypse Now (1979)
33. Some Like It Hot (1959) Heh.
34. The Matrix (1999) Fast foward to the lobby scene.
35. To Kill a Mockingbird (1962)
36. Taxi Driver (1976)
37. The Third Man (1949)
38. Paths of Glory (1957)
39. Fight Club (1999)
40. Das Boot (1981)
41. L.A. Confidential (1997) I have trouble watching any Russell Crowe movies made after this one.
42. Double Indemnity (1944)
43. Chinatown (1974)
44. Requiem for a Dream (2000)
45. The Maltese Falcon (1941)
46. Singin' in the Rain (1952)
47. The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)
48. Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi (2001)
49. Saving Private Ryan (1998) Lots of PoohCrying
50. All About Eve (1950)
51. M (1931)
52. Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)
53. Raging Bull (1980)
54. Once Upon a Time in the West (1968)
55. Se7en (1995) So wanted to see Gwyneth's head in the box, dammit!
56. Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (2000)
57. The Wizard of Oz (1939)
58. 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)
59. La Vita e bella (1997)
60. American History X (1998)
61. The Sting (1973)
62. Touch of Evil (1958)
63. The Manchurian Candidate (1962)
64. Alien (1979) *shudder*
65. Mr. Smith Goes to Washington (1939)
66. Rashomon (1950)
67. Leon (1994)
68. Annie Hall (1977)
69. The Great Escape (1963)
70. A Clockwork Orange (1971)
71. The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948)
72. Reservoir Dogs (1992)
73. The Sixth Sense (1999) Good movie, but way overrated, IMO.
74. Jaws (1975) Still can't go that far into the water because of this. Well, because I can't swim, either....
75. Amadeus (1984) Loved this movie. Sigh.
76. On the Waterfront (1954)
77. Ran (1985)
78. Braveheart (1995)
79. High Noon (1952)
80. Fargo (1996)
81. Blade Runner (1982) Director's cut, baby.
82. The Apartment (1960)
83. Aliens (1986) "They're coming outta the walls! They're coming outta the goddamn walls!" (Reminds me... maybe I'll go watch this later. Mmm... Hicks...)
84. Toy Story 2 (1999)
85. Strangers on a Train (1951)
86. Modern Times (1936)
87. The Shining (1980)
88. Donnie Darko (2001)
89. Duck Soup (1933)
90. The Princess Bride (1987) "Inconceivable!" (Maybe I'll watch this later, too. Heh. Mmm.... Cary Elwes...)
91. Lola rennt (1998) On the PoohList.
92. City Lights (1931)
93. The General (1927)
94. Metropolis (1927)
95. The Searchers (1956)
96. Full Metal Jacket (1987)
97. Notorious (1946)
98. Manhattan (1979)
99. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)
100. Graduate, The (1967)
Eck. I need to watch more movies. No, wait. I need to see "better" movies. Heh.
Also stolen from various people:
I tend to read "trashy"/"popular" books, so methinks this list will be very embarrassing. Oh, well. I live to humiliate myself.
Books I have read in bold...
1984, George Orwell
The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll Oy. And now it's coming back to haunt me...
Animal Farm, George Orwell
Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy On the PoohList of books to read.
Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery
Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
The BFG, Roald Dahl
Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks
Black Beauty, Anna Sewell
Bleak House, Charles Dickens
Brave New World, Aldous Huxley I could use some soma right now...
Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding Mmm.... Darcy.... and Colin Firth...
Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres
The Catcher In The Rye, JD Salinger I'm still lost.
Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel
Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons
The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett
The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky Many, many times, and not by choice, although I enjoyed it.
David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson
Dune, Frank Herbert Oops. Promised the friend I would read this.
Emma, Jane Austen
Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy
Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson
The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
The Godfather, Mario Puzo
Gone With The Wind, Margaret Mitchell
Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman It was a present, and I thank him for it. :)
Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake
The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck
Great Expectations, Charles Dickens Also saw a staging of it, and dude, TheaterPip was hot. Heh.
The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald
Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling I honestly don't understand the HP phenomenon, or why so many of the books are on this list.
Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire, JK Rowling
Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling
Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling
His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, Douglas Adams This really should have been 42nd on the list.
The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien It's on the PoohList.
Holes, Louis Sachar
I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith
Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte Enough times - for school - to last two lifetimes.
Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer
Katherine, Anya Seton
The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe, CS Lewis Barely remember what this was about.
Little Women, Louisa May Alcott Sigh. Still wanted Jo and Laurie to get together. :(
Lord Of The Flies, William Golding
The Lord Of The Rings, JRR Tolkien
Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton.
Magician, Raymond E Feist
The Magus, John Fowles
Matilda, Roald Dahl Read it. Don't remember it.
Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden
Middlemarch, George Eliot
Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie
Mort, Terry Pratchett
Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
On The Road, Jack Kerouac
One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Perfume, Patrick Suskind
Persuasion, Jane Austen
The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett
A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving
Pride And Prejudice, Jane Austen Too many times. Mr. Darcy! *swoon* Own the BBC movie in VHS and DVD. Very sad, yes. But Colin Firth! *thud*
The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell
Rebecca, Daphne Du Maurier Another one of those books I vaguely recall reading.
The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
The Secret History, Donna Tartt
The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher
The Stand, Stephen King
The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson
A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth
Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome
A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
Tess Of The D'urbervilles, Thomas Hardy
The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough
To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee Amazingly, I haven't read this yet. *adds to PoohList*
A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute
Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
The Twits, Roald Dahl
Ulysses, James Joyce Well... bits and pieces.
Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson
War And Peace, Leo Tolstoy
Watership Down, Richard Adams
The Wind In The Willows, Kenneth Grahame
Winnie-the-Pooh, AA Milne I'm almost positive I finished reading this. *ashamed* BadPooh!
The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins
Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte Never finished it.
From One:
Your ideal man is Mr. Sark *drools*! Despite
lacking a first name, he's cold, calculating,
ruthless, intelligent, ambitious, suave and
sinisterly sexy. Just what every girl wants,
huh? Well, hate to break it to ya, he's mine,
but we appreciate the support.
Who's your best Alias match?
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Yeah, like I needed a quiz to tell me Sark was my best match. *rolls eyes* :P
|| posted by Pooh at 11:33 AM ... ||
Sunday, May 25, 2003
Ugh
I have only driven once this weekend so far, and the side/back is feeling much better. The knees, on the other hand, are very sore. The last time I blew my knee was years ago, and ever since then, they've had this tendency to pop in and out. Not so much popping lately, but they've been buckling every once in awhile when I first stand or go up and down stairs. Very icky.
lmfao
PoohBro introduced me to Most Extreme Elimination Challenge. Fucking hilarious. Some of the challenges are inspired (heh), and the Mystery Science Theater-like dubbing is brilliant. I think I almost wet my pants watching it for the first time tonight. LOL.
Edited to Add:
V, shut up. The world's gotta end some time. (Sadly, don't think this will ever happen again.) Wait for the explosion if and when both win their Finals. Heh. *crosses fingers*
From Trix:
|| posted by Pooh at 12:06 AM ... ||
Saturday, May 24, 2003
Still happy
Go Devils! *strips, does happy dance* ;-)
Saw a movie
First one in a really long time. Went to a matinee of The Matrix: Reloaded with the bro.
Um....
Can I get at least half of my $6.50 back? :(
Uhh... spoilers ahead? I don't know. Pretty much everyone and their mother has already seen this movie.
*
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Overall, it was... okay. But I just didn't get that rush that I got the first time I saw the original Matrix (and I watched that one 4 times - twice in the theater). Hour 1 was... a bit painful. I wasn't tired before I went to the movie, but that first hour was... oh dear... I really tried hard not to yawn a few times. Really, I did. But it drained me to the point where I had to close my eyes for a couple of five minute spans. And ya know, even with my eyes closed, I really didn't miss a thing. *shrugs* Hour 2 was much better. The movie was pretty much just FX and some fight scenes. Nothing really new or different from the first movie, imo.
As always, I loved The Oracle. I loved that dude who was with the Oracle. I loved the Keymaster. I loved seeing Gina Torres. I love Hugo Weaving, but his Agent Smith is grating on my last nerve (dude, the long drawn out evil "ssss" is just... *nail scratches on chalkboard*). I missed Tank.
Other random thoughts?
Liked the little Aliens rip with the guy in the robot thing. The Music Video Rave/Sex Scene... uhh, thanks, I guess. Neo is The One and can control the Matrix, whatever blahblah, and kung-fu is cool and all, but... when can we see him do something different? Neo flying in that long black coat was kinda funny. Gave me a very old cheesy vampire movie feeling, or even the old Superman movies. Heh. La la la. When he was fighting all those Smiths? Um... why didn't he just fly away? Fly away! Be free! Take me with you! Also, when he was fighting them, it was kinda... um... I don't know. Maybe it's because I just saw The Hulk trailer (oy, don't get me started) so I was especially sensitive to it, but Neo looked pretty CGI (I could be wrong. I'm half-blind, after all.) or at least computer-aided during certain sequences, and it was annoying the crap out of me. The Architect scene... mucho butt wriggling and watch checking. I'm probably just being really really picky and snarky about it, but some of the one-liners just felt super cheesy and broke up the momentum. Also, who can I give a dollar to in order to see the Zion massacre? Because if they're going to spend an hour and a half talking about how they have to save the place and how important it is yadda yadda, I think it deserves more than just a "it was a massacre." (Yes, I'm sick and morbid) Bah. Whatever.
In the end, I could have made do with an hour, or hour and a half, long movie. *sigh* Waited until after the credits to see the Revolutions trailer, and... eh, I guess I'm excited. *shrugs*
Oh, and had a not so hot Alias deja vu during the movie: that damn starting at the end, then skipping back to the past storytelling device. Blaaaahh. Yeah, I know it was just Neo having a "vision," but still... the reminder was just... sigh.
The previews before the movie sucked. Okay, in PoohWorld, a preview only sucks if I've either seen it already, or it's just stupid. I've already seen all of the trailers (2 Fast, 2 Furious, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Terminator 3) except for The Last Samurai (as soon as I saw Tom Cruise, I was LMFAO. Oh, I'm sure it'll be a great movie, but I just couldn't shake the whole Braveheart Dances With Wolves in Japan thing happening in the preview).
So... that's it for me for now. Going back to watching Pretty in Pink on the Spanish channel. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:04 PM ... ||
Friday, May 23, 2003
Phew!
Yay!! Devils won 3-2. I take back all the bad thoughts I had after Game 6.
Only watched the last 30 seconds of the game (didn't want to jinx them), but the bro kept me apprised of the score during the second and third periods. Now that it's over... I'm a little eh about it. Three times in the Finals in the last four years. Kinda gets old, ya know? :P
Except this year, I'm expecting them to give my hockey boyfriend more screentime. Maybe even do some kind of thing about how he and his brother are going up against each other in the Finals. That would be cool. And will also fulfill my hockey boyfriend obsession. Heh.
Oh, btw... Hmph to Amanda. HMPH!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:09 PM ... ||
Wow, didn't think you'd see me on now, huh?
Yep, totally booked it as soon as my testing was over. Hey, what can they do? The guy I was testing springs with (who, incidentally, I used to TA for all of... a week) and I agreed to just leave. Heh. Interns sticking together, dude. That's what it's all about. But... uhhh... I actually brought work home with me. Dude. Isn't that... wrong? That's like me impersonating a real adult with a real job. Probably won't do it this weekend anyway, but just the act of bringing it home with me... ugh.
So now I get to chat with MeggyBear. Dude, it's been too long. I missed you!
Now, some fun....
Meg showed this to me. Read it. It's funny. Heh.
From Karen:
You are Tank, from "The Matrix." Loyal
till the end, you spare no expense in ensuring
the well-being of others.
What Matrix Persona Are You?
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From Rach:
You are Sark
Which Member of the Alias SpyGang are you?
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Rowr! to the Counteragent pic. Yummy.
Okay, I'll admit it. I got Vaughn first. Yeah, I know. Shoot me. Kill me. Kill me again. But as Meg pointed out, I'm supposed to cheat. Which I DIDN'T the second time. That first time, I swear I was zipping through two quizzes at once, so I wasn't really paying attention, and some of the answers were really similar and it's really not fair when that happens. So, yeah... that's my story. Shut up. I think we should also note that I only took the quiz twice, and ended up getting Vaughn and Sark, with some similiar answers. I think that proves they're related. Heh. SHUT UP!!! *goes away crazy* (BTW, LMFAO at the JJ think in TV Guide about Vaughn. Oh, please please please please please.)
Gotta Love the '80s
From Meg:
I got a 71. Not too bad, I guess. Made a lot of silly mistakes. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:24 PM ... ||
|| posted by Pooh at 1:34 PM ... ||
Gags
Game 7 tonight. *pretends not to care who wins* Stupid team. Left my Scotty - who was spectacularly wonderful, as usual - out to dry in the last game. Why does he even bother? Oh, right. To please the Pooh. (That's why I love him so.) But I won't be watching. I don't have the stomach for it, and I'm already getting an ulcer from the vacation planning.
Yay for holidays!
Got here early, and the parking lot was only 2/3 full, which is very unusual. Guess a lot of people are starting their weekends early. No work on Monday for Pooh! Yay!! But lots of stuff to do today. Test some springs, write up a summary of all my catheter pumping, and maybe... leave early. Heh. Shhhhh. Boss isn't here today or Tuesday when we all come back.
Ouch
Commuting every day has proven to me that I have horrendous posture. At least while I'm driving. Because Jersey is pretty much highways (relatively straight, unless you hit one of those gorgeous jughandles, heh), I have a (bad) habit of driving with one hand. (Bad, bad Pooh!). Apparently, when I do this, I tend to drop one shoulder and lean forward with the other. It also probably has to do with my constantly wearing my hair in a ponytail, and since I'm kinda short-ish, prevents me from leaning back all the way because of the headrest. (Bah) And it all causes some torque in my body. Which hurts. Like a lot. (Like a mofo, dude. Is this what being old is about? Getting weird pains?) I now have this intermittent stinging pain in my mid-back and a low-level throbbing/stinging ache along the left side of my back. (And this soreness in my knees, but I don't think that one's related to my driving problem). The worst part? I think I may eventually give myself scoliosis. My left shoulder feels way lower than my right, and it's driving my nuts. NUTS! Ouch. Back. *whimpers*
*grits teeth*
But at least I don't have to worry about my plane tickets (much).
*hides under desk until after Game 7*
EDITED TO ADD:
DUDE!!! My Boss AND my kinda boss both aren't in today!! Yeeessssssss. You know what that means.
*rushes to finish work so Pooh can really go home early* Like, way way way early. And maybe still clock the same hours - hey, who'll know, right? *cackles* Yes, I'm bad. No moral bone in my body. Not even moral cartilage. Or moral fat.
Plus... slack off time on the computer. Which will cut into my work time, but when has that stopped me? Heh.
ADDING AGAIN
Just checked in the bathroom mirror. Shoulders are relatively level with each other. Phew!! Body still feels kinda lopsided though... :(
Heh. The BigBigBigBigBoss just sent out an email saying people can leave around 3 PM today if they didn't have any afternoon meetings. Thank God I'm only a lowly intern being paid by the hour. I can pretty much leave whenever I want. *makes sure no one is reading over shoulder* Yep. I'm free as a bird. Not bogged down by routines and schedules and rules *COUGH* My mega-serious, ultra-anal, by-the-book, not-rocking-the-damn-boat ways is just an ACT. That's right, dammit. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:18 AM ... ||
*Head Explodes*
The Geek Frenzy (tm One) is over. Yay!! Now begins all the second thoughts about the trip (Thurs-Mon, fyi) that will eat away at my stomach lining until I'm actually in the air on my way to Seattle in... 2 weeks. Damn, that was cutting it really close. Sigh.
Hugs for One, who is still going through the Geek Frenzy. Good luck with the plane tickets!
I feel only slightly less pathetic now. Better get my ass to bed before my head explodes over how very non-refundable those tickets are, and how the airlines suck for charging $30 extra for an afternoon flight compared to a morning flight. And how I haven't told my boss that the trip will now be Thursday to Monday instead of the original Friday-Monday. Blech.
*head explodes again*
Oy.
Ulcer....
|| posted by Pooh at 1:35 AM ... ||
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Hmm. Or maybe I should go Thursday - Monday instead....
Dammit. *kicks self* I need to make up my damn mind.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:49 PM ... ||
I'm still....
UGHHHHHHH.
But now I have more important things to think about. Namely... should I keep my Seattle trip a Fri-Mon affair, or sneak in an extra day and come back Tuesday instead. Hee. That would look pretty bad, no, yes, maybe? Sigh.
Hmm. Wonder if I have to work this Monday....
|| posted by Pooh at 9:33 AM ... ||
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Fuck
Fuck.
Fuck!
FUCK!!!!
FUUUUUCCC
CCCCCKKKK
KKK!!!!!
Okay. I feel better now.
No, I don't.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Okay. Now I'll just pretend I feel better. While I search for new hot men who can actually finish what they start. HMPH.
*crawls under covers*
*refuses to come out until after Game 7*
*sobs*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:31 PM ... ||
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Sucks about being back at home
No TV anywhere near the computer. So now I've finished watching both Buffy and 24 and I can't remember all the things I wanted to blog/snark about. Grrr.
Not going to stop me from trying, though. :P
On Buffy:
~ LMFAO. Someone should have taken notes from the DC finale on how to properly end a series. (Ok, temporarily forgetting how more P/J scenes would have made the DC finale way better. Shutting up now.)
~ Fuck. They killed Anya.
~ Fuck. They made me "awww" and *sniff* when Xander asked Andrew about her and had a moment of pride for her. "That's my girl." *sniff* But then he started blabbering about Starbucks and malls and crap, and totally killed that moment.
~ Fuck. They killed Spike. But he's coming back next season on Angel, so... whatever.
~ Fuck. What happened to their stupid town and all the stupid people there? Dumbass show. Doesn't matter if everyone died, right? Because the original Scoobies are still alive. What.The.Fuck.Ever.
~ Fuck. Buffy's still alive.
~ Damn. Faith was wonderful as usual. (Having her babies, too) Even the PoohBro kept going on and on about how she totally kicked ass, and how Buffy is a skank. (Ok, he didn't actually call her "skank," just that she sucked. Same difference.) And the Wood/Faith line about how he's prettier than her? Heh. As if.
~ Fuck. They totally ripped off (and here's where the PoohBro and I disagree) LOTR. When they look into the hellmouth and see all those vampires or whatever they were? Had a deja vu LOTR moment. Bro insists it was more like Spawn, which I have never seen before, so I wouldn't know. But then Willow got all scary glowy like Galadriel. And then Buffy got her second wind and used the ax and all those orcs... I mean, vampires or whatever... went flying off the cliff... it was a total Sauron moment. Just saying.
~ And FUCK. Did I mention that Buffy's still alive? At least Giles is still alive. And Faith. Thank you for giving me that much.
On 24:
~ Chappelle sorta redeemed himself, but he was/is an ass, and deserved getting the TonySmackdown.
~ Mike. D'oh! Ever hear of "too little, too late"? That's what happens when you work both sides. I'll admit I was a bit sad for you, considering you were crying at the end. But that was short-lived. *cackle cackle*
~ Missed Lynne. Missed Nina. Missed Mason.
~ Marie? *Yawn* Kate? *Coma*
~ Michelle. I forget. Was she in this ep? The end Michelle/Tony convo was sweet though.
~ And Tony SMILED!! Oh man. *thud* And telling Chappelle off at the end? Mmmmm. *puts Tony in line for baby-making*
~ Sherry ROCKED. Love my Sherry. She's such a badass when she wants to be, and yet... still ultra-feminine and loving. Heh. Totally knew she wouldn't ditch the Kief (it is the Kief, after all). And when he was wiring her up and she admitted that she was scared? Dude. Just love her. Maybe after I have Irina's babies, I'll have Sherry's. LOL. But wait until my beloved Sherry finds out what happened to David. :(
~ Kief was HOT. SEXY. BADASS. ROCKIN'. Yummy. He sent Sherry out on a suicide mission and didn't even blink an eye. Then that twisty thing he did to break that guy's neck? Rowr. And the Sherry/Kief hand holding while they were fleeing? Weeeee! And then when he was sprawled out on the stretcher, with his shirt open (*SWOON*).... and then when he saw Kim (and Kim when she saw him)... and his smile.... and the father/daughter reunion.... and the stupid Kate far far away from him... WONDERFUL.
~ Now that I've mentioned the UndeservingKate, she needs to either disappear before next season or they better start off the 3rd season with a KiefKateFrolickingNekkidAndSweatyInBed scene. Because seriously... way more PoohLove for the Sherry/Kief and the Kim/Kief. When Kim was all crying with happiness at seeing him, and his hand wouldn't leave her face, and he was reassuring her... I must be really sick because I was yelling at the TV that they just needed to kiss. KISS, dammit!
Heh. Incest is best. No? Well, shut up. He's the Kief. He can make the sexy with any damn woman (or man) that he wants, related or not.
~ The very end. I was so hoping that BoatGuy was calling Kate, just because I want to be generous and give Kate something to do. *muttersstupidkatemutters* Was that Mandy from S1?
~ NOOOOOOOOOOO!! DAMMIT! NOOOOOOOO!! But totally called the Palmer poisoning as soon as Mandy appeared. Poor poor poor Palmer. First they kill Mason, then they kill the President. *sobs* Wait!! He isn't dead yet! Miracle antidotes! Blech. They really need to reevaluate their characters and start killing off the right ones. Although, I will admit that they can't keep doing the Prez-Kief tag team every season. That would get boring. Sigh.
And just so everyone else has something to read while they're waiting for '24' to download
This-or-That Tuesday
1. Large or small family?
Right now I'm hating (even though I'm thoroughly amused by) my large family. When I have my own, small: 2 kids, Dad, Me.
2. Potato chips or pretzels?
I'm with One. Salt and vinegar chips. Keep 'em coming.
3. House or apartment?
House. Palace, actually. With lots of servants to boss around. :P
4. Zebras or giraffes?
Giraffes. Stripes are so... eh.
5. Candles or potpourri?
Candles. Fire hazards are fun!
6. Flowers or trees?
Um... flowers?
7. Right or left-handed?
Right-handed.
8. Model trains or dolls/stuffed animals?
Both, dammit.
9. Comedy or drama?
Action. Things need to explode and blow up. Then comedies.
10. Thought-provoking question of the week: The city of Boston has recently banned smoking in all restaurants and bars. Would you want to see such a law passed in your city/town/country, or not?
I have no problems with smokers in restaurants and bars. They can sit on their side of the restaurant; I can sit on mine (unless I'm sitting in theirs). And stinky clothes can always be washed. As long as no one's blowing smoke directly in my face, I'm all good.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:12 PM ... ||
Monday, May 19, 2003
Damn frelling Devils.
That's all.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:31 PM ... ||
Is it bad that I'm more excited about the DC meet than going to Seattle?
Okay, so most of the non-excitement has to do with my not having anything to wear for my Seattle trip, and DC is too far away for me to think about right now. What does one wear to a med school graduation anyway? Especially when I haven't seen some of my friends in 1-3 years. I'm a jeans girl. Getting dressed up is... scary. Heh. Two and a half weeks. Ugh.
I told everyone I was going to run after work. And then... didn't. But dude! It was really hot and sticky, and I'm pretty sure I have exercise-induced asthma, so... whatever. I did have a salad for lunch, though, so that's something, right? And I rode the bike for... *coughafewminutescough*... but that counts. See? I'm already doing a lot more healthier things than usual. Go me. Next step? Cutting down my soda intake. *shudder*
Went back to reading my 900-page book last night, and didn't even realize the stupid AiW references were following me around. Trix might not be too happy about that. Heh.
MeggyBear, I miss you!! :( We don't connect for a few days and you've become a writer. What happened to the art? Not that I'm complaining, mind you, because I so knew this would happen a million years ago. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 8:47 PM ... ||
Sunday, May 18, 2003
Woohoo!
Just bought tickets for my trip to Seattle in 3 weeks. It'll be fun. Haven't seen friends in a year, and haven't seen other friends in 3 years. That'll be kind of scary, but I think I'm up for the challenge. Must. Start. Running. Etc. before I go. Hopefully get a bit of a tummytuck so the friends don't think I've turned into a complete fat ass over the years. Well, I have, but that's beside the point. :P
Scariness
Dropped the PoohBro off at the hs so he could play tennis. Dude. The car was kinda scary. Just knowing the brakes could fail any minute - well, exaggerating just a bit - was terrifying. Okay, actually, exaggerating a lot. Just knowing makes it a lot scarier because of that whole paranoia factor, which I excel at.
PoohBro cracks me up
He's applying for a summer high school program at Columbia U. Only he adamantly refuses to write his 250-word personal statement because he'd rather play GTA or CS or Sims instead. GRRR. Threats bounce off him, and he's scarier than the rest of us. Heh. So after a week of procrastinating on it, he finally churns out his "personal statement" this morning and hands it to me for editing:
I have no qualities that Columbia is looking for. I enjoy to be academically challenged, but I will put forth no effort. If I can succeed with the least amount of strain and time on myself, then I will not even attempt to further better myself. I believe that studying is a complete waste of time and that whatever is taught in class is enough. The only time I will put forth any slight effort is when I'm failing. Then I will strive to achieve a C. I am the laziest person in the world. My aspiration is to be a lazy successful person, and if I can accomplish that, then I feel I am more worthy than the person next to me who tries and studies and has no life. And even now, the easiest most efficient way to write 250 words is to write with very, very small words so that every short word is one closer to that goal. In actuality, I have no ambition or aspiration to be accepted by any institution as morose and pathetic as that of Columbia University. I feel as though my time could be better spent elsewhere this summer and prefer not to waste my time being in your so called "intensive academic program" in your measly facilities designed not for the betterment of those gullible and ignorant people believing your program will better their future, but in fact is just a deceitful ploy to obtain more money for your private coffers. 256 words, my bad.
There's a bunch of typos and grammar issues we need to deal with, but... For the record, PoohBro is an ass who never ceases to amuse me. And the snarking thing? He SO did not get it from me. Honest. In the time he took to write that out, he could have written a real statement. Dumbass.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:49 PM ... ||
Saturday, May 17, 2003
Tired!
There's something really nice about being home: sleeping in my own bed. I couldn't bear to put away my 3 pillows from school, so now I have...um.. 6 pillows on my bed. Yep, I'm on some crazy pillow kick lately. Is this a sign of defeat? Warm pillows to huggle at night instead of a warm body? Hmm. At least the pillows don't talk back or hog the blankets.
Interesting...
One just told me she really shipped S/V. Not surprised at all. :P *whistles innocently*
Now that I'm home for the next month...
All I want to do is sleep. Of course, this might have to do with the fact that I was forced to wake up at 6:30 AM my first two days back. Once for work. The other time this morning because we needed to bring my car in to get the alignment fixed, and to check the brakes. First come, first serve... sorta. Damn those blasted bastards who tried to sneak around the system by dropping off their cars the night before. Blech.
Thought I'd drop off the car, go home and sleep for a few more hours. Nope. Couldn't fall asleep, so I made omelets. Oy. I didn't give anyone food poisoning, so that's good, right? Planned to spend the day cleaning and then watching hockey on TV. Only the Mom called from work saying she was feeling pretty nasty. Thing2 and I ended up going to take her place while Dad took her to the doctor. Turned out to be just a really nasty stomach virus. Phew. But I'm pooped. We didn't close up until 7, and then it took us almost 2 hours to get home because traffic sucked all kinds of ass. Sigh.
Then I get home and Dad tells me the mechanics said the back brakes were pretty much gone. Lovely. Also, something about the master cylinder being almost shot, which, when it does blow, means all the brakes will fail. Excellent. There's nothing that gives me a bigger rush than knowing that at any moment, I could have been stuck with only the emergency brakes at my disposal. Unfortunately, the new part won't be in until Monday. Sighness.
Retail horror continued...
So this lady asked to look at a cream-colored hat. I obliged; she complained it looked too small. Then she asked to look at a white hat. Again, I showed it to her; she complained it looked too big. To help expedite her shopping experience, I made the mistake of asking her exactly what color she wanted: cream or white? Cuz, damn, lady, make up your friggin mind! And of course, I should probably just stop being helpful because she totally bitched at me that "I know what color I'm going to wear." Yeah, but it would be nice if she would tell me what she was looking for so I could help her, seeing how that was my job.
She must have been exasperated by my efforts to aid her because she just brushed past me and ignored me. Whatever. She was a bitchy tard because she found the other worker, and asked her about ORANGE hats. Dude. Just... ugh. Not ugh because of the color orange, but ugh because she was asking about fancy shmancy orange hats, to go with some bright orange dress, and she had been looking for white and cream colored hats only minutes before. Really, just... hmph. Waste my frickin' time....
Heh
Bro's sitting next to me and playing GTA: Vice City. He's got the speakers on pretty loud, so I get to listen to all the 80s music. Very nice. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 11:01 PM ... ||
Friday, May 16, 2003
I'm soooo tired, and I didn't even stay up for the multi-shipgasms last night! (Missed y'all!)
Talk about being paranoid... Was in bed by 11 PM, woke up at 6:30 AM, left the house at 7:30 AM. Dude. That's like the time I usually wake up on workdays. I was worried about traffic (going south? pffft), and getting lost (duh, thank goodness for MS Streets&Trips), and needing to gas up (prices went down again, yay).
I planned for 40-60 minutes to get to work. How long did it really take me? About half an hour, roughly the same amount of time from school to work except without the traffic. *SIGH*
It's wrong to be here so early. Blah. Thankfully, I'm still all mushy and giggly from the P/J loving. I must be getting soft in my old age. Didn't use to take me this long to bounce back into bitchdom after a weak moment of mush. *sigh* again.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:43 AM ... ||
Thursday, May 15, 2003
It's over! *sobs inconsolably*
Just finished checking out of the dorms. *sniff*
Rabbit and SR were still asleep. *cries*
That's the end of the Rabbit Diaries. And the SR Chronicles, which were just starting up. *bawls*
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Damn! I feel empty and nekkid. I've spent the best 9 months of my life in that room. That's where I "met" most of you guys for the first time. It's where I was first introduced to the Rabbitage. The same room where I watched Married!Vaughn and the always wonderful VaughnToss. And where Pacey and Joey declared their everlasting love for each other. *heart breaks*
Why do I feel like I left something behind? (My mushy, sappy heart?) Like I'm forgetting something very important? (You'd be surprised how much crap a person can accumulate in 9 months) Grrr to paranoia! (*cries some more*)
On a totally different topic....
The car is packed and sitting in the department parking lot. It's still early, about 9:30 AM. I was hoping to catch my advisor before he left for the summer so I can figure out exactly what I need to really get my lazy ass going on graduating. Only... he probably won't be in until the afternoon, and I just don't feel like waiting. Argh! I hate this.
So anyway....
Miss all of you already. Tag me, email me, AIM me, MSN me, Yahoo me (but, um... first email me to let me know since I don't use that one a lot), PM me, PM me, or call me (for a good time: 867-5309) ;) :P
Hope to see everyone online at some point. And hope to see some of you in July. Weeee!
Pacey&Joey4Eva!!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:36 AM ... ||
All you ever wanted to know about Pooh... except not so much
Might be the last really long bloggage for awhile. Until I move back into an apartment in July. So here goes...
Edited version stolen from SM who ripped it from Amy:
1.What's your full name?
Pooh Bristow O'Neill Bauer Niedermayer Krycek Sark Witter (um... am I missing any husbands? hmm)
2.Were you named after anyone?
Nope, unless you count the bear, but I don't.
3. Do you wish on stars?
Twinkle, twinkle... Not usually.
4. Which finger is your favorite?
Tie between middle (gets a lot of use), right index (mouse finger!), and right thumb (remote, baby!). Love all of them.
5. When did you last cry?
Half an hour ago while rewatching DC finale. I hate that show. Really. I do. Honest.
6. What is the #1 priority in your life?
Graduating, followed closely by getting a job.
7. Your favorite lunch meal?
I've been on a sandwich kick lately. Turkey, roast beef, and now... chicken salad. Strangeness.
8. Any bad habits?
Breathing. Living.
9. What store would you never be caught dead in?
Um... any ultra-snobby store. Snooty people and their things give Pooh hives. And extreme fits of jealousy.
10. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?
Am I the last person on earth? No... I'm boring, a prude, and no fun at all.
11. Are you passive or aggressive?
Yes.
19. Who is your idol?
Everyone knows it's Trix. (Bwahahahaha)
20. Who is your second family?
The voices in my head, then friends.
21. Do you trust others easily?
I want to, but sadly, no. :(
24. Do you like sappy love songs?
Are Pacey and Joey together forever now? Duh.
25. Have you ever been on radio or television?
Public access during middle school for some academic competition. Blink-and-miss on Leno during New Year's celebration in Times Square this year. Name announced over the PA system at the Devs v. Hawks game junior year of college.
27.Have you ever been in a mosh pit?
No. I don't deal well with too many sweaty people all crowded together like that and going crazy. Unless it's an orgy.
28. Do you feel understood most of the time?
Please. Even my really good friends give me weird looks.
31. Would you like to be a vegetarian?
Only if being a vegetarian includes bloody red meat in my diet.
32. Would you ever bungee jump?
Um, dude, no. Pooh's chickenshit.
33. Do you untie your shoes every time you take them off?
LMAO. Does it require expending energy? Then no.
35. Do you ever wear overalls?
Not in years.
36. Your favorite Popsicle flavor?
All. Gimme. I'm not picky.
38. What kind of pets do you have?
Two younger sisters, one younger brother.
39. Last person who called you?
Apartment lady.
40. Last person who saw you cry?
Pacey. I mean... probably the PoohBro.
41. Last person you had a drink with?
Rach, online. :P
44. Do you have a crush on anyone?
*gets out list, clears throat* Let's start at the top, shall we...
45. If so have you told that person?
Oh. Real people crushes... um... no. Pooh is also a scaredycat.
48. What's on the walls of your room?
Right now.. nothing. At home... calendar, world map, random posters, and some Post-Its (shut up).
49. Is your bed single, twin, double, queen, king?
Right now... twin (very cozy, ask Sark/Jack x3/Pacey). At home.. full.
50. What is in your bedroom?
Bed, bookcase, desk, nightstand, chair, lamp, clear plastic inflatable chair and ottoman... Dude. This is a stupid question. Next!
51. What is the best thing that happened to you this week?
Got my summer internship offer letter with tiny wage increase. Yay!
57. What was the biggest change for you in the last few months?
Started internship. Dude. Being an adult is hard.
58. Have you ever danced in the rain?
Yep. I've also sang in the rain, though being tone death sucks for the other people dancing in the rain with me who are forced to listen.
59. Favorite Sport(s)?
Spectator sports only. Mostly hockey. Sometimes basketball, tennis, swimming, and baseball. And I'm oddly fascinated by bowling and competitive pool.
60. Favorite Song(s)?
Uhh... "The Rainbow Connection" It's been stuck in my head all day. :P
61. Weirdest Inside Joke?
My life.
62. Who do you miss most?
High school and college friends. They've all moved far, far, far away. From me... Hey! Wait a gosh darn second...
63. What do you spend a lot of your time doing?
Slacking off.
64. Who was the last person to email you?
Mills - my "Small Wonder," "ALF," and Bob Saget-loving freak of a friend. Heh. Can't wait to see him in a few weeks. Haven't see him since graduation. Bad Pooh!
Sighness
Last night in the dorm apartment. So quiet. So empty. The TV/VCR are unplugged, etc. and ready to be crammed into the car. Dude. I'm having some kind of seizure here without the TV on.
Since I'll be working every day starting next week, and my commuting time will now be increased by an extra 30 minutes each way, I probably won't be online as much (well, at least until I move back into an apartment that's closer to work). If you need me, check for me on any of my various chat messengers or just email (located upper left of blog). Damn you all for making me addicted to you. I'm already missing everyone. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 2:00 AM ... ||
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
P/J FOREVER!!!!
Okay... now I want a P/J spin-off. Who must I sleep with to make that happen? (Pacey himself, hopefully??)
Don't get me wrong. I still hate DC with a passion, but the P/J? Squeeeee!!!
Oh, and... Toby and the twins on TWW? Awwwww.
You can't imagine how elated I am that my last night in this Rabbit Hole ends in this manner. Doesn't even matter that I need to be up early to finish packing in order to hand in my keys on time. Doesn't even matter that Rabbit's still playing the same exact songs, mistakes an all. Doesn't matter because....
Pacey is hot.
Pacey is the ideal man.
Joey is only tolerable, and she's got nasty hair.
But she's with Pacey. Again. Finally.
And Pacey is happy. 'Bout time!
Pacey&Joey4Eva&Eva&Eva!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:17 PM ... ||
Oh, this is just lovely
A most excellent way to wake up on my last full day as a Rabbit roomie.
ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
She's up before me, which means she's up before 7 AM. This wouldn't bother me EXCEPT that she doesn't need to be up this early, and I can hear her moving around, etc. as if she were doing whatever the crap right in my room. Ugh. Hate people who wake up this early for no reason.
And she saw me brushing my teeth. So what does she do? She immediately goes back to her room and starts practicing again. I have a feeling, it wouldn't even matter if she knew I were awake or not. Even after she asked me around what time her noisy existence wouldn't bug me (for the record, I told her around 8 AM). Right now... it's only 7:30 AM and she's been playing for a few minutes already. The SAME FUCKING 15 BARS OF MUSIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm going insane.
I'm going insane.
I'm... going... insane.
I AM GOING INSANE!!!!!!!!
If SR and I switched rooms right now, Rabbit would probably already have her keyboard rammed up her ass by now. Why must I be so fucking nice? At this point, I'm so crazy, I can't even think straight. I want to go home now. For the next month or so while we hammer out the apartment crap. I'd rather deal with my parents and their annoying problems than with Rabbit. I know how y'all love my Rabbit rants, but right now, she's really playing loud enough so I can hear every fucking mistake she makes. The same ones. Over and over. Most people get better the more they practice. Then again, most people aren't Rabbit.
WHO THE HELL PRACTICES AT FUCKING 7:30 AM WHEN THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE GODDAMN APARTMENT?
Daaaaammmn!! There's that same mistake again. Oh, good... she's repeating the music. AGAIN.
GRRRRRRRRRRRR
If I don't leave tomorrow and if I had to spend an entire summer next door to her with these paper thin walls, I have a really bad feeling my love for Rabbit would rocket up to the same plane as my love for Vaughn. Sighness. Thank goodness I'm leaving.
Oh, absolutely wonderful... now she's just playing the same note over and over. Gahhhhhhhhh!!
|| posted by Pooh at 7:44 AM ... ||
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Kiefer Ramble Time
'24': 6AM - 7AM
Previously:
~ Palmer got the boot.
~ Tony got it on with Chappelle.
~ Kim murdered for Daddy.
~ Sherry got what was coming to her.
Now:
~ Hee! Tony's been pumping Chappelle. With... stuff. This season's been full of slashy goodness.
~ What is up with this Alex guy? Getting all sorts of Kief love. Why the hell is he running? It's The Kief chasing him. Dammit. Just stop, drop, and strip. These characters are such tards. Oh, wait... this guy's a loser. He doesn't deserve any loving.
~ Kief can climb walls.. pipes... whatta man.
~ "You shot me." Duh. And bwahaha. Dude fell... a few feet. Ah, but of course, it happens to be major head trauma. (Speaking of head trauma... Scotty's back on the ice tonight, after having been hit in the head by a slapshot in Game 1 of the Eastern finals. Phew. Go Devils!)
~ Jack must have some SuperBatteries for his cellphone.
~ Seriously, BitchCarrie needs to scram. All she does is follow Michelle and Tony around like the pesky, bratty kid sister. Doesn't she have a job to do? Yeesh. She should know the harder she kisses ass, the harder she's going to fall. Someone set her on fire already. Bleeccch. (Random: How can you tell when a TV guy isn't cool or badass? It takes him 3 tries to kick down a door. Kiefer would have been all over that, and with just his pinky.)
~ Even when Mike's being a "good" guy, he still looks smarmy and sketchy.
~ Hewitt is dead. See? That's what happens when you voluntarily run away from the Kief. Hmph.
~ Just a superficial stab wound, eh? Sherry's totally faking the pain, just to have Kief get all touchy feely with her. Oh wait, that's just what I would do. Heh.
~ Huh. Who's the dude on the yacht?
~ Where are Tony's crutches? ...Ooooh. Tony gets to play with handcuffs instead...
~ Okay... I just need to work something out on my own... Michelle is in the van. Michelle is hiding in the van. Michelle is talking to Jack. The bad people are checking all the cars in the lot. The bad people are getting warmer. Michelle speaks...louder. And louder. And louder. Um... yeah... let me try to figure this one out...
~ Ahh. Kate. There she is. Looking all fresh and rosy from her 6AM bubble bath. OH! If Kim shoots Kate, I'll have Kim's babies. That's how much I want to love her... Wait! Jack trusts Kate? I thought Jack just wanted to get in her bubble bath.
~ Tony. Michelle. Alone. In a locked room. Will someone on this show get some action already? Yeesh. Awww. They're holding hands! Now if that isn't just the most adorable thing. Okay, so now where's the hot sexage?
~ "So what's going on between you and my dad?" Absolutely NOTHING! Which is why Kate SUCKS. Um... it's been a long time? Didn't Teri just die last year? Or is my timeline off?
~ The Kingsley/Sherry meeting on the show didn't match up with the CC. Weirdness. Oh, and that bad chick is popping out the top of her shirt. Blech. But she's a dumbass. Never voluntarily go to an evil guy. You never know what they might be hiding behind their backs. Always make them come to you. Preferably with their hands out. Besides... evil bad guys don't hug. Hugging is for sissies. Dumb. Ass.
~ Ack! What's wrong with Jack????? Noooo!!!! *Pooh preps lips for emergency mouth-to-mouth*
Previews:
~ Huh. :o
Updates
~ Devs are leading 3-1 in the 3rd. Must stop watching or will give self ulcer and anxiety attack.
~ Other Roomie moved out today. *sniff* It's Pooh's second to last night in the Rabbit Hole. (Holy crap! AiW references have been following me around all year, and I didn't even realize it. Gah! Dude, Trix, I hate you for bringing it up. Grrr)
~ SR is picking up the slack. She's singing along with her radio. Um... she needs to do what I do. Not sing. And when she's not singing (thank god), she's on the phone. Except she's not really having a real conversation. She's just yelling "HELLO!?" into the phone, and then giggling. Every few minutes. Dude, she better be trashed right now because if she isn't, that's just sad.
~ Rabbit's been playing the same song on her keyboard. For the past two hours. For the past week. Over. And over. And over. And over and over and over and over. And she keeps making the same goddamn mistake. Why???
~ Tomorrow night is major last minute packing. And DC finale. *sob* I'm going to miss this place.
~ Update to the update: Devs now leading 4-1. Poor, poor Ottawa. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:29 PM ... ||
The Pre-Kiefer Show
So... I turned on the TV and somehow ended up on ESPN2. Thank the Kief I did, because even though they're showing some Red Wings thing (something I'm totally blah about, sorry Jenai :P), Kief's narrating the thing. Mmm... Kief...
Work
Got my offer letter for the summer. Got a nice $3 raise, but now it's a "full-time" internship, which means I really do need to show up all the time. Blah.
Also, went to get my lab safety shoes. Steel-toed, electrostatic protection, black, and UGLY. Okay, so I could have picked another pair which were boots, but whatever. Not like I'm going to actually wear them all the time.
Hmm... is there a new '24' on tonight? Is tonight's 'Buffy' the last one? Has Dawson died yet? So many questions...
|| posted by Pooh at 7:47 PM ... ||
Monday, May 12, 2003
Technology sucks
Sis called me around midnight last night, experiencing a panic attack. She came back from the library to find her monitor displaying a message saying the computer could not recognize an OS. Poor Thing2. :( She's going to get a new computer out of this, but she lost all her mp3s and vids, etc. But I guess since she was running Win98, there's a way to retrieve all her crap. Hmmm.
*glares at own computer and stupid WinME* I don't mind the mini-crashes every hour, but if you ever screw me over the way your computerbrother screwed over the sis, I will throw you out the window, kick you, run a steamroller over you, and then set you on fire. Hmph. *starts backing up all files just in case*
Don't ever doubt me
Yes, all the CDs are back in their correct cases. I don't know why y'all were having conniptions over it. Not like they were horribly mismatched. Since I haven't touched them in forever, only a few CDs needed to be returned to their rightful homes.
What to do?
Without Alias last night, I felt... naked. Went around all day trying to figure out what the heck I was missing, but couldn't put a finger on it. Until around 9 PM, when I found myself bored out of my mind because there was no new (or old) Alias on TV. Not sure how I'm going to last through the summer at this rate.
However... I found my DC S3 tapes (yeah, so I'm supposed to be bringing shit back home, not bringing more stuff back to school, whatever) and fast-forwarded through about 10 eps straight, just to get my P/J fix. I can't believe I forgot some of those eps. And just how adorably hot Pacey can be. I haven't giggled and obsessively looped like that in... well... since the Sark/Allison from the Alias finale. Hee! I have to agree with One. Pacey is one of the few TV boyfriends who can turn me into a sappy, mushy mess. I will gladly do stupid, tard-y romantic things for him.
So imagine how devastated I was to find that I'm missing the last four episodes of S3. *sobs* I know I taped them. So they're either on an unlabeled tape (eek!) or they're on a tape mislabeled "S4" (horrors!). Clearly, I need to remedy my inability to correctly label tapes. Sigh.
Mother's Day lesson learned
~ ALWAYS call to set up a reservation, even if the restaurant normally never takes reservations. It doesn't hurt to check.
~ ALWAYS make time to do it yourself, even if you don't have a free minute to do so or have the number handy.
~ NEVER delegate that particular task to a 16 year old brother who spends 20 hours of his day glued to the computer playing computer games. Even when he promises he'll do it. Even when he swears up and down that it'll get done. Even when Thing 2 orders him to do it. Even when Thing 1 calls to inform him of the chosen restaurant. Even when I call to inform him of the chosen time. Even when he has the nerve to lie to your face and tell you that they don't take reservations, and then admit later that night that because it was only lunch, he assumed they don't take reservations for lunch.
Blaaahhhhhhhh
So yeah. We went by the restaurant, found out they were booked until 7, and gave the bro deathglares for the next two hours. Luckily, we had backups, and were seated within 5 minutes. Not what we planned, although I would never go as far as Thing 2 in accusing the Bro that he "ruined Mother's Day" for the Mom. PoohMom was perfectly happy and in her own little happy world. Might have been aided by the fact that it was her precious and only son who made the mistake, and also... the strawberry margarita we ordered for her might have been partly responsible for her adorably oblivious state.
For the record, PoohMom is a lightweight. After we got back from lunch, she immediately fell asleep on the couch. Of course, this might be due to the fact that she didn't really have any breakfast that morning and inhaled almost half the margarita before the appetizers arrived. Heh. We also had a great waiter. Thing 1 said he reminded her of Jim Carrey, but obviously, much cuter and very funny in a slightly ambiguous way. Gotta love it when you get a wonderful waiter. And yes... Pooh did pay for lunch (yowza!) with her own credit card, and did not try to pay the bill with the family card. Although, it was really tempting.... :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:47 AM ... ||
Saturday, May 10, 2003
My day today
~ Went to work with PoohMom ~
For those who don't know, she has a boutique-like store. Mostly hoisery, jewelry, accessories, wigs and hats. It would be a fun place to work if there weren't any customers. Btw, have I mentioned how much I HATE retail? Oh, yes I do. A lot. I can smile and be pleasant and nauseously saccharrine when it comes to selling someone something, but... UGH. The very worst days to work retail are the days right before a holiday. Easter was bad. Mother's Day is worst because not everyone buys. Hats, in particular, are very big in the neighborhood where the store is located. Sadly, courtesy is not held in much regard.
Example: If you wait until the very last minute to buy, say... a hat... then you should accept the fact that there won't be that many choices left for you to choose from, and that you're bound to end up disappointed. Well... some... bitch... oh, yeah, she was a huge one... came in all hoity-toity, looking for a yellow hat. Excuse me. Yellow is not a big seller, so we carry maybe one or two styles. What does she do? Bitches and moans that she doesn't like any of the ones we have. So the lady who works for my mom found a plain yellow hat and offered to decorate it for her. Normally, we don't take the time when it's busy and make them wait a day, but you know... holiday and the holiday spirit, I guess. Whatever. When we decorate those hats (yes... Pooh does put her sewing and gluing skills to good use, now shut up and leave me alone), our creativity is usually limited by the materials we have available. So yellow... not so much fancy stuff we can do with it. But this lady, I mean.. bitch... started ordering us around, telling us what she wanted. Um, hello? We run a store; we're not her personal milliners. The best part was that she kept saying she wanted a "simple" hat, and yet, her "design" was just so... gah. GAHHHH! If you looked up the word "tacky," you'd find a picture of that ugly thing. It's a shame we had to be the one responsible for it. *shudder* And when her "design" got a bit too gross, we made other suggestions.
And what did she tell us?
That it was her hat, and that no one tells her what to do with it, or how it's supposed to look. Nevermind that we know the limitations (time and material) that we have, and we were basically doing her a favor. Hell, we don't even charge labor. And did I mention that it's the FUCKING DAY BEFORE MOTHER'S DAY? If she was so worried about getting her damn ugly hat, she should have started shopping for it on...oh... maybe NOT the last minute.
But the absolute clincher: She started bitching to some other lady in the store, about how only she knows how her hat should look and how she should wear it. (There was some discussion as to what she wanted to wear as the front and back of the hat). Her words: Only I know what looks good on me. I LOVE my clothes.
Ok. Whatever. Let me describe to you what this bitch was wearing. A white T-shirt with some kind of ad on it. Under a rose colored cardigan. With sloppy gray sweatpants that were too short. Barely covering beige and brown striped socks. Ending up in black leather dress shoes.
Dude. Just... dude. I normally wait until they're out of the store before I snicker, but this time... I swear, it was totally an accident that I snorted. Honest. Really.
And then on the other end of the spectrum, some really bubbly woman came in with her two teenage daughters and after I was finished helping her, she wished me a Happy Mother's Day. Um... I guess I looked a bit shocked? offended? something else? because she asked if I had children and when I said "no," she was simultaneously surprised and embarrassed. Dude. Yes, my birthday is coming up soon, but I am NOT old. Really. Damn. *sobs*
Again. I hate retail. With a passion that just barely exceeds that of my Vaughn dislike. So now you know it's a lot.
PoohMom's gift update
Paying for lunch and taking her to get her Chinese orchids. Ugh. Plants aren't supposed to be expensive, okay. It's just wrong.
The CDs update
As soon as Thing 1 kicks me off this computer, I swear I'll go fix all my CDs and their cases. Girl scout's honor. :P Don't want to have to face One's wrath for any longer than is absolutely necessary.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:06 PM ... ||
Friday, May 09, 2003
I'm a BAD daughter
Still haven't figured out what to get the PoohMom for Mom's Day. No time to do it tomorrow, either. Ugh. *kicks self* I'm a bad bad bad bad daughter. Trying to decide on a place to take Mom on Sunday, but it's hard and driving me crazy.
However... the Devs are continuing their playoff run with the first game of the Eastern Conference Finals tomorrow afternoon. Would have preferred to see them play the Flyers, as that team sucks. *whistles innocently*
So all is well.
There's nothing like getting your priorities straight. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:15 PM ... ||
Hi!
...to all the taggers I'm not normally familiar with. I think I recognize some of you. :)
So the move...
Even though it still looks like my room hasn't been touched, I'm fairly certain I moved over half my stuff back home today. With some judicious planning and rearrangement (dude, I'm an engineer. I stood there and stared into the trunk for a good 2 minutes before I actually put anything in it), it's amazing just how much a person can cram into the trunk of a Corolla. Seriously a lot more spacious than it would appear. Even managed to stuff a third of Thing2's crap into the backseat. Heck, even the PoohDad was pleasantly surprised by just how much crap kept appearing out the back of the car. At this rate, I'm confident I can reach my goal of nothing but the important stuff (TV, computer) to move on Thursday when I say goodbye to Rabbit, Wabbit, and SR forever. Or until I run into them again on campus.
The apartment update
We now have an apartment. Sorta. They're still doing background checks on us (heh), and we've still got this minimum income thing we need to get around (hmm). We've got a rear apartment on the second floor with a balcony that looks out at... a pretty wild growing tree... which borders the dead end of the street behind our building. The building we're in is going to be near the edge of the apartment complex property. Sigh. Kinda wanted an apartment that at least looked out onto a courtyard or even a parking lot (I prefer open spaces), but oh well. We didn't actually get to go in and check it out, but we did see a 1-bedroom apartment. Looked okay. For that price, what can we expect, right? It's kinda different in that our door opens up stairs that lead directly to our livingroom. I guess that's nice. The only things that aren't nice? We only get one parking space, and even though the brochure said "ample guest parking," we couldn't find any of them when we walked around. Also, it's located right between two major freeways; traffic is going to be a B-I-T-C-H. And then... the town is.. well, it's a bit "ghetto," plus you can't just walk anywhere; you have to drive. Blah.
We - ok, I - wrote a check to hold the apartment for July. One month later than planned, but at this point, I'm willing to overlook that. We're going to keep looking, though, just in case something better comes along between now and July. The other apartment - in the town we prefer, the second floor of someone's house, but doesn't come with any utilities except water, blah - will be ready for us to look at next week. That one's also a July rental. Ugh. I can't decide, but we have to wait and see anyway. At least we have one to fall back on now. Thank goodness.
Something fun to take my mind off things
The Friday Five:
1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?
Generally, yes. I'm anal about organization outside of my house and with other people's things, but in my own room... well, I tend to veer towards entropic organization.
2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?
Whatever calendar is on the cell phone. I've tried notepads, a simple electronic organizer, etc, but end up using it for a few weeks, then forgetting I even have one. If anyone would like to get me a Palm Pilot... I'll promise to better about using it. :)
3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now?
Oh, it's lovely! Just finished moving all the crap back home, so now the desk is uncluttered and the computer is lonely. Even if the desk was littered with stuff, it would still be organized because I'd be able to tell you where everything is. So there. Hmph.
4. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter?
Books, not so much, as long as they're lined up it's all good. DVDs are alphabetized; it's easier that way for everyone. And CDs... well, One may not believe me, but I used to keep them alphabetized, too (until I put the majority of them away due to space limitiations)... erm... no matter what disc was actually in the jewel case. *runs and fixes all mismatched CDs and cases* (You'd think she'd be less horrified if I killed someone in cold-blood. I'm a horrible, horrible person for putting CDs in the wrong case. Sigh...)
5. What's the hardest thing you've ever had to organize?
My life. Still a work in progress. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 8:13 PM ... ||
Grrrr
I'm all sweaty from moving crap from the room to the car. Back and forth. Back and forth. And some idiot designed the stupid dorm so the doors have knobs instead of the push thing. Do you know how annoying it is to move crap back and forth when you have to deal with a doorknob? I couldn't find anything to prop it open so I had to go back to the apartment and use a chair. Good thing I'm only on the first floor.
And lazy ass men just... argh. Made plans with the roomie to meet in the lab at 11 so he can take me to see the apartment he likes. So at exactly at 11, I get a phone call.
Him: "Um... can we meet there instead? I realize that my place is a lot closer to there than the lab" Meaning... "I just woke up a second ago."
Me: "Uh.. okay... how do I get there?" Meaning... "Fucking ass. I woke up at 8 this morning even though I was packing until 3."
Him: "Well..." Meaning... "Uhh... I'm a tard."
Me: "Okay, fine. I'll just look it up." Meaning... "Dude, you suck."
Him: "No, okay, I'll just go to the lab and pick you up." Meaning... "You're pissed at me, and rightly so, but I'm going to make the effort to redeem myself knowing that you'll just tell me not to worry because you're just that nice and sweet and accommodating."
Me: "No. Just don't bother. I need to gas up anyway, and there's a gas station over there." Meaning... "Fuck off, pissant."
Him: "No, really.. I can just go... Are you sure?" Meaning... "Score! I get to sleep for another ten minutes."
Me: "Yeah, I'll just look it up." Meaning... "I didn't hate you before, but now I'm starting to."
Him: "Okay, well, if you're leaving soon... well, you still need to gas up so that'll take some time..." Meaning... "Ten minutes? No, I think I'll sleep for 15 more."
Me: "Yeah, not that long. Later." Meaning... "Bitch."
So now...? I'm blogging instead. He can wait for me if he wants, lousy roommate.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:15 AM ... ||
I'm not going to miss...
The TP dilemma. Oh, yeah... it just happened again. For old time's sake, I suppose. One of my roomies has a really sick sense of humor. It's been almost 10 months now. Please get a fucking clue and learn how to use the TP dispenser. There is no excuse, especially after I asked everyone at our last roomie meeting whether anyone needed help learning how to use it. Bah.
Wabbit, Wabbit, Wabbit
I believe SR complained about you and your tendency to... miss. Cuz dude? It's starting to get a bit ripe in the bathroom and your absentminded girlfriend isn't cleaning the bathroom like she's supposed to. For the record, women like it when a man can actually hit his target.
Packing still sucks
I need to stop being a packrat. Doesn't look like I touched anything in the past few hours.
*blinks*
*wigglies nose*
Damn. Nothing miraculously disappeared and reappeared at parents' house. Everything's still here. Magic teleporter must be out of whack today.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:06 AM ... ||
Thursday, May 08, 2003
I hate this time of year
Packing now. Blech.
My goal? To bring everything back home tomorrow (with a possible quick run Monday afternoon), leaving only the computer, TV/VCR, and a week's worth of work clothes for Thursday.
Examining the chaos around the room... it's looking grim. And I'm anal, which means I usually pack then repack. Unfortunately, too much crap, too little time. Why do I have to be such a damn packrat?
|| posted by Pooh at 10:08 PM ... ||
Missing The RWabbits Already
Rabbit's on the phone. With Wabbit. Telling Wabbit he needs to stop reading all those trashy romance novels and concentrate on coursework.
Dude.
Not lying. My screwed up brain isn't that creative.
Damn. I'm going to miss these guys. *sob* Although... I can start blogging about new roomie and his walk-in closet fetish. Alas, that's a story for another blog entry. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 1:57 AM ... ||
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
Ugh. Today sucked. Do you know how big a cow tongue is? I do. It's HUGE. And yucky. And icky. And smelly. And unfortunately, the tissue of choice when doing testing with my med device. And yay!! Tomorrow's the same thing.
Did get to play with cable ties, though. Fun stuff. Imagined using a couple of them on Sark and seeing if he could free himself from them. May have to get some to use for kinks, although the fuzzy handcuffs may get mad.
*****
Watching The West Wing right now....
Awwww. I'll marry Toby. He won't have to eat a salad again.
Speaking of salads... this guy at work was standing behind me in line in the cafeteria, and was telling me how he's old now so he needs to eat right, blah blah blah. Dude is 27. Blech. Like, um, thanks.. cuz now I feel old. And crappy. Because all I eat is... crap. Btw, someone remind me to do some sit-ups tonight.
Okay, I want to marry Josh, too. And Charlie. And Taye Diggs because he looks hot as a Secret Service guy. Will... not so much, unless he goes back to being Jeremy Goodwin.
And, um... this show better not suck next season when Sorkin and Schlamme leave. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:06 PM ... ||
Just so you know...
I was not looping the S/A scene this morning.
I was searching for something else. Needed to double check a minor detail (because I'm anal that way).
It was totally not my fault that I accidentally clicked on the exact start of the S/A scene.
Totally.
Not.
My.
Fault.
*hangs head in shame* I need help. Someone help me. :(
Dammit. Gotta go to work now. Stupid job cutting into perfectly good loop time.
Oh, and because this is the last full week
Of roomie hell... (well, this particular set of roomies, anyway)
Wabbit's been over every single night of the week. They've been quiet, but then again, I may have become acclimatized to noises from that side of the building, so everything sounds normal now. Hmm.
SR has been waking up at 6:30 AM the past two days. To talk on the phone. This is not a girl who speaks quietly. Yesterday, it was all about some wedding she attended. This morning, who knows? She was giggling the entire time. Blech.
The Other One woke up late today and messed up my entire routine. A pox on her!
The other other one, who I am afraid will be quite boring next year except for some major ass ranting in probably a not quite so humorous way, is now going about the apartment hunt half-assed. Again. I want to kick myself for not being faster on the apt I wanted, and waiting to hear back from him. And then he blames me because he didn't call back until late Saturday night. Hmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:34 AM ... ||
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Kiefer Time!!!
5 AM - 6 AM
Previously:
~ VP and Mike act like asses.
~ Tony oozed sexy and hotness.
~ Jack made phone call of lurve with Kim.
And now:
~ VP, blah blah. Whatever. We all know how this storyline will end.
~ Tony - Still hot. He needs to take his crutches and beat the crap out of Chapelle.
~ Kiefer getting physical with Sherry. Love it. Mmm. The things that man can do with his gun.
~ Love Sherry. She always looks so smug and evil. Even with the Kief aiming a gun at her. Heh.
~ Alex - Lucky bastard. He gets the Kief to throw him up against the wall. Roughage at the hands of the Kief, dude, count your blessings. AND the Velvet Sex Voice. Damn you, mr. nobody. You're getting a free lesson in Kiefer Seduction and Interrogation 101.
~ Palmer does a lot of talking, doesn't he? Not that I'm complaining. He's got a great voice. Next season on '24': Palmer and Jack read the phone book (nekkid); ratings soar.
~ Carrie can go away now. Any time. But I still think a Carrie/Michelle lurvefest would have rocked more than that stupid Danny non-plot. Oh, blech. Carrie's pulling a Vaughn. "In my opinion, Tony Almeida isn't fit to..." blah blah blah I'm not hearing this anymore. Whatever, bitch. You've been at CTU for all of what? A half hour? Pffft.
~ Best ship on show: Jack/Tony. Two sexy voices going at it over the phone. Rowr.
~ Chapelle needs to die. I want Mason!!!!! He needs to come back from his vacation with Nina, because he is sooo not dead. Grrrr.
~ Dammit, Alex! Luckiest bastard to ever live. "You guys are going to screw me, aren't you?" Oh, to be screwed by both Sherry and The Kief. The only thing just as good as that? Allison with her Will and Sark sammich. Some people have all the frickin' luck.
~ Oh, Kim. I'd care, if I actually paid attention. No, wait... no, I wouldn't.
~ Tony can come to Jersey to start his new job: lying nekkid on Pooh's bed and looking purty.
~ Sherry needs to tag team with Nina and take over the world.
~ Lynne needs to come back and dropkick Mike's ass into Vaughn's bigass forehead. He'd probably drown in a wrinkle. Aw shit, there I go, mixing dumbasses from two different shows.
~ Hey. I thought what's his name who killed his wife was dead or something. Stupid coming back on this show just to give Kim another stupid plot.
~ Heh. Tony takes out Chapelle. Dude could have just shot him with a tranq a la Kief with Mason in S1 (I think I'm remembering this correctly. It's been awhile). But that would mean I'd have to love Chapelle, and I'm really not ready to do that. Unlike Mason (who is still very much alive and living at my house), Chapelle's an ass. And Tony? *thud* I say... *THUD*
~ Sherry, Sherry, Sherry. Don't try to play the Kief. EEEK!!! Kate... Kate who? It's all about the Kief/Sherry. Hot damn. And look.. they've got their own... cage. ;)
~ See Kim run. See Kim gasp. See Kim in peril once again. See Pooh bang her head against the desk until head trauma causes blackout and death. Oh, sweet relief... Although... Kim landing on that guy's ass was kinda funny... (not as funny as Married!Vaughn, but close, given what we have to work with here).
~ Dude. What's up with all the personal calls at work?
~ Oh, Kief did the "sweetheart" thing again. Really, he needs to stop doing that, because dads aren't supposed to talk to their daughters like that. And um.. really, Kim. Does he really need to tell you to get out of the house? And no... the exit isn't up the stairs, just in case you were thinking it.
~ HOLY SHIT! Kim commits murder on her father's say so. Oh, wait. It's the Kief. Yeah, I'd kill for him, too. And because she actually went through with it, shooting twice - she's so her father's daughter - I love her. Crap... did I say that? *feels for fever* Dear God, please let it pass.
~ Okay, first... Kiefer calling Kate while Kate is having a bubble bath does not count as Kiefer getting action. Second... Kief needs to get in that tub with her. Only, third... I don't really care because it's all about the Kief/Sherry now.
~ HOLY SHIT, Part 2!! Noooooooooooooooooo!!!!! That Alex needs to die. NOW. A slow painful excruciating death. NO ONE HURTS SHERRY, DAMMIT! Fucking lousy punk. Why couldn't you have killed Vaughn - married or not - instead? I don't even care if he's not on the same show. Cross over and do it, dammit. Leave my badass girlfriend Sherry the hell alone.
And the previews? Gah. If Kim's going to be waving around a gun for the last two hours, the Kim love may have to continue. GAH.
****
This-or-That Tuesday
1. TV or radio?
TV. Can't stalk people I can't see.
2. On the radio: talk or music station?
Music. Unless listening for traffic and weather reports, or hockey.
3. Actual books or books-on-tape (or e-books)?
Actual books. I learned to read for a reason, and my voices are so much better than some silly book on tape. No to e-books. It's all about the paper.
4. Actual newspaper, or web version?
Prefer actual paper.
5. Wall Street Journal or National Enquirer?
Wall Street Journal. Gotta go for the intellectual stimulation.
6. TV news...news channel such as CNN, or your local broadcast news?
Local news and Peter Jennings. Unless Anderson is on, then CNN.
7. A movie you've been looking forward to seeing gets bad reviews all around. See it anyway, or pass?
See it. If we're talking atrocious reviews, then wait for video.
8. See movies when they first come out, or wait a few weeks for the lines at the theater to get shorter?
Depends on the movie, but usually wait a few weeks.
9. TV: cable, satellite dish, or just plain old antenna?
Cable. I'll die if I have to go back to antenna. Never had a dish before. :(
10. Thought-provoking question of the week: If you had to choose only one form of media to come into your home, which would you choose...print (newspapers, magazines) or electronic (TV, internet)? Why?
Electronic. Hello, we're talking about me. The girl who spends 20 hours a day online or watching TV, usually simultaneously.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:15 PM ... ||
You know you're sick when...
... you've lost count of the number of times you've watched Sark/Allison.
... you open AIM and immediately have two chats going about how none of you can stop watching the Alias eps on loop, how giddy the eps have made you, how you're just addicted to the finale, and how sick we all are.
... you've got certain scenes burned into your memory, and can pretty much run the scene in your head with every vocal nuance.
... you can't keep the stupidass grin off your face.
... you're perfectly fine one minute, then having a giggle fit the next.
... you start making lists about why you're sick instead of just watching the loops again (seriously... cutting into perfectly good loopage time here, ya know)
Gah. Just... gah.
Is Alias hiring? Because I think I have the qualifications to be the gal who runs her hand through Sark's curls in order to keep them so... curly. LOL. Which, if you think about it, make absolutely no sense. Sark having bed-head without the bed is just wrong on so many levels. *sigh*
Thanks to Jenai for cracking me up today. It's so nice to know that while we both freely admit that we're indeed sick, we still deny that the S/A scene is looping. In the background. Constantly.
Also... to Trix for killing me every day. Her latest creation... oh man, I was going to say something witty, but now I can't stop laughing again. I LOVE my friends and their sense of humor. :P
And One, if you've been looping the last scene.... well, then... you're just sicker than the rest of us. Heh.
A wise man from Jersey once sang:
I ain't got a fever got a permanent disease
It'll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy
So true. It's a disease, people! The means we are exempt from ridicule. We can't help ourselves. A lobotomy might help, though.
Um.... bedtime. Uh huh. No more Sark&Allison4Eva&Eva&Eva loopage tonight. Yeah... that's it.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:33 AM ... ||
Monday, May 05, 2003
Bwahahahaha
That ending is still the funniest. shit. ever. Someone needs to pass the bong. :P
And the Sark/Allison? Rowrrrrr. Now that's what I'm talking about, although nekkid would have been nice. Sark/Allison/Will? Hot damn. The way triangles were meant to be. Um... I'll take a sammich to go, please. ;)
Apartment News/Rant
Well... the lady called back with a smaller apartment that cost the same price as the one I wanted. *sobs* Okay... I'm better now. The roomie finally came with to see it.
OY.
Like way smaller. The bedrooms were half the size of the one I have at home, and that's not big. The kitchen was new, though. Problems? It was definitely an old lady's apartment (which makes sense since an old lady lived there). It was a bit further away than we had anticipated. It was also located right next door to a used car lot. Um....
No.
Then she took us to see this other place. Second floor of this huge house. Looked great, but we couldn't get in, and won't be able to for another week. Grrrr. And it's right down the street from the apartment that I wanted!!!!!! *sobs* Okay... I'm okay. Really. This one is about $100 less/month than the one I wanted BUT it doesn't come with heat, gas, or electric. At least the other one came with heat. My roomie put forth an argument that it's probably better this way since we'll be paying $550 each plus electric and gas for 6 months, and then adding heat for the other 6 months. Supposedly that'll save us money or even it out compared to paying $600 each plus electric and gas every month. Right now I'm too lazy to do the math, especially since it all depends on just how crazy a winter we're expecting this year. Hey... I'm all for layering and wearing ski jackets in the house to save money. Heh. The only problem so far? Well, other than the fact that the owner is leaving for a week so we can't see it until next week.... and that they're doing it through a real estate broker so we have to pay a fee that's worth half a month's rent (ICK)... and that the owner lives downstairs (uhhh)... is that there's a family in that apartment right now. They've bought a house, and until the closing, whenever that is, we won't have an apartment. July 1 is the latest, so the lady says. But but but but I wanted June. Dammit. Sigh. I guess one and a half months at home, commuting my ass an hour each way back and forth for work won't be too bad.
Sigh. At least I'll be able to save up some money for the Freak Show. Which.. if it happens on the July 18th weekend... will be right on the heels of my birthday. *sobs* I don't want to grow old!!!!!
This is an oldie...
So... that lyric quiz that was floating around on a couple of blogs? Hard. But it looked fun. Kinda. I'm not really into mental calisthenics, so I was considering doing it but never actually got around to it. Until now. Helps when you actually sit down and just do it.
Anyway... doing it for real would just be too mentally and emotionally taxing. Instead, I've decided to pick one group and just answer all the questions using that particular group's songs. So... with really no ado at all, I bring you Pooh's lyric survey, sponsored by TMBG and my old school John Linnell crush. Which is kinda fitting since their movie is opening soon, isn't it?
1) Are you male or female?:
Could believe for all the world / That you are my precious little girl ("Don't Let's Start")
2) Describe your neighborhood:
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage / Called the blood of the exploited working class ("Kiss Me, Son of God")
3) How do you look?:
Well...
The mirror on the wall / Won't talk to me at all ("Now That I Have Everything")
but I'm quite a fashion trendsetter because now...
Everybody wants prosthetic foreheads on their real heads ("We Want a Rock")
4) If you could say one thing to the person you like what would it be?:
When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge: "I don't want the world, I just want your half" ("Ana Ng")
or
Never thought I'd fall / But now I hear the call / I'm getting sentimental over you / Things you say and do / Just thrill me through and through / I'm getting sentimental over you ("I'm Getting Sentimental Over You")
(I'm a sap, shut up)
5) Where do you wish you were right now?:
Down at the shore there's a place where there's no one vacationing / There's just the sound of the call of the wild overcoming the fear of / The unknown ("Metal Detector")
or
I'm on the next plane to London / Leaving on runway number five ("Next Plane to London")
6) What do you think about your best friends?:
I'm your only friend / I'm not your only friend / But I'm a little glowing friend / But really I'm not actually your friend / But I am ("Birdhouse in Your Soul")
7) Any words of advice?:
A couple...
That life is just a mood ring we're not allowed to see ("Absolutely Bill's Mood")
Speak softly, drive a Sherman tank / Laugh hard, it's a long way to the bank ("Rhythm Section Want Ad")
People should get beat up for stating their beliefs ("Shoehorn With Teeth")
No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful ("Don't Let's Start")
8) What do you wish you were doing right now?:
Either...
And we're playing in a rock 'n roll band / And we're having a good time / Rock 'n rollin' til the break of dawn ("We're the Replacements")
or
I want to raise my freak flag higher and higher / And I want to raise my freak flag and never be alone / Never be alone ("How Can I Sing Like a Girl?")
9) What do you think about drugs and alcohol?:
Well, alcohol is one thing...
Well I ain't feeling happy / About the state of things in my life / But I'm working to make it better / With a six of Miller High Life ("Alienation's For the Rich")
and
Gal thinks Jim Beam is handsomer than lad / He isn't bad ("They'll Need a Crane")
but drugs...?
Drug trip, it's not a drug trip so you feel a bit insulted ("Nightgown of the Sullen Moon")
10) If you could say one thing to your enemy what would it be?:
I'm going to die if you touch me one more time / Well I guess that I'm going to die no matter what ("I've Got a Match")
and
You're not the boss of me, and you're not so big ("Boss of Me")
11) What do you usually do on Friday nights?:
Memo to myself: Do the dumb things I gotta do. Touch the puppet head. ("Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head")
12) Are you for World Peace?:
D, world destruction / Over an overture / N, do I need / Apostrophe T, need this torture? ("Don't Let's Start")
13) What do you think about your school?:
I should be allowd to think / I should be allowed to think / And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea / If by random whim, one occurs to me ("I Should Be Allowed to Think")
14) How do you feel right now?:
Sometimes I feel like being wispy / And once in a while I feel like being dry ("Hope That I Get Old Before I Die")
but mainly...
I'm not as messed up as I want to be ("Hearing Aid")
15) Any closing words?:
The sun is a mass of incandescent gas / A gigantic nuclear furnace / Where hydrogen is built into helium / At a temperature of millions of degrees ("Why Does the Sun Shine")
Hee! Okay, back to watching Sark/Allison on loop. Hubba.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:49 PM ... ||
Duuude
I cannot stop watching the last two eps of Alias. Heee!
And no... I am not only watching the Sark/Irina, the Sark/Allison, or the Sark/Kendall scenes on loop.
Really. I'm not. Honest.
Because you know... Jack/Kendall is pretty hot, so that gets some loopage, too. And of course, any Nekkid!Will gets some of my attention. In addition to the fight scene where Allison totally kicks Syd's ass, until Syd cheats and pulls a gun.
The end scene isn't getting looped, but I'm still laughing my ass off at it. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:20 AM ... ||
Sunday, May 04, 2003
Shhh
Watching the Alias finale. BRB with some thoughts. Heh. ;)
Just finished...
...'Second Double':
Dude. Duuuude. Heehee.
...'The Telling':
Um. Erm. Uh. Hmm. I thought I was going to be going "bwahahahahahaha" at the end, but I think I'm mostly... huh? Okay, and maybe just a little bwahahaha.
Maybe I'll put up some more thoughts, but right now I'm just digesting it all. I will say right now, however, that Will and Sark? DAMN FRELLING HOT. Ok. That's it for now.
ADDED
Always wait a half hour before going back in the water...
I think I've finished digesting the last two Alias eps of this season. I think. Wasn't sure how spoilerish this might become, so I invisitexted some of my thoughts (in addition to show stuff) just in case.
A wise man once said: Just. You. Wait.
Well... I did. And I think it was a pretty good wait. I had that lovely "holy shit" feeling. All the way until the last two minutes. Then it kind of... fizzled a bit. I mean, yeah. The twist was quite a twist. And it did make me mwahaha a bit. But it wasn't as climactic and cliffhanger-ish as I thought it could have been, probably due to the fact that I was already spoiled for the ending before watching it. There was just something too... slow... and sentimental?... about it that really took the edge off the scene that came just before it. Maybe that's why it really didn't do as much for me as I thought it would. What can I say? I like my finales to end with a bang and not so much mopey schmoopy eyes. But that could just be me.
The part where Francie supposedly killed Will made me gasp louder and longer than the twist at the end. Does this mean I'm not going to enjoy that ending? Hell no. Given the way some of the more fanatical shippers are freaking out about it... hell... I'm ECSTATIC and loving it. But still... it'll be interesting to see where it goes from here. Like I told One before we even saw it and only figured it out from the spoilers: The ending is pretty tardish, but it gets the job done. So who am I to complain?
A little more detailed thoughts, but nothing spectacular:
'Second Double'
~ Will is just... omg. I am SO ashamed that I ever hated him last season because he has so rocked my world this season. Plus... he's damn hot. Rowr! And ShotGunWill? ROWRRRRRRRR! I love it when my hot men do a little pumping. And dude... Will can handle a weapon a million times better and more believably than Vaughn, "Mr. Field Rated 'R Us." Also... "Meeting you... meeting you destroyed my life." LMFAO. Damn straight. But then you had to revert back to a SydWhore and take it all back. Dammit, Will. You're still incredibly hot so I'll forgive you.
~ "You'd look cute in a teddy." DUDE! Duuuude!! Shout out! Someone's been checking out the Tag Wars, because Vaughn totally struts his stuff in One's, I mean... his own... pink lace teddy. Hee!
~ Syd sucks as a spy. This late into the season, I'm still not surprised. Sure, Syd. Someone tells you something over the phone - something important and confidential - and the first thing you do is repeat it. Out loud. Like a tard. Doesn't even matter if it's only "Francie" in the room with you. If you were my friend, I would have sold you out to Sark a long time ago. Just in case he put out. Fair trade and all, ya know. The Jack/Syd scenes were just wonderful. I wanted Jack to hug her so badly, but then later she ended up kissing him and HIS FACE... awwwwwwww. And then her mom tazes her. Twice. And that was some pretty fun shit. Hee! Again! Again!
~ Sark. Was. HOT. The whole unbuttoned shirt thing is just turning me into embarrassing puddles of goo. If he ever goes nekkid - something we all DESERVE - then I don't know what will happen to me. Sark with his feet propped up. Heh. Rowr.
~ Sarkina!!! Dude. That little exchange between Sark and Irina... hee! With Sark being just a teeny bit snarky. Oh man. These two just kill me. Liked how they made it seem like Sark might have blatantly disregarded Irina's order regarding Will, but dude, come on. Sark's always thinking on his feet, and if he did, it's only because there was a good reason. Which there was. Heh.
~ But if we really want to get into some nitty gritty snark, it's Jack/Kendall all the way. Thank goodness the Great Bald One is back, because I've missed him. Jack's just not the same without Kendall around. And every time they're butting heads? Total me-ow moment. "Now you're just mocking me." "Yes." Lmfao. *snicker*
~ Sloane telling Jack that they were going to end up working together was very reminiscent of Sark telling Syd the same exact thing. Interesting. Also... Sloane was mucho sexy tonight, and he wasn't even nekkid. Imagine that. *thud*
~ Okay, who else couldn't wait to see if Will ran into Sark again at the end? A scene with Sark, Irina, Will, and Francie would have made my computer melt. So I guess it's a good thing this didn't pan out. Heh.
'The Telling':
~ Weiss with the "carpe diem" crap - blech. Weiss with the magic tricks - hee! Lurve Weiss.
~ Jack: "Guilt? Her motives may be insidious, her methods loathsome. But she is not without feeling." If we weren't convinced that Jack still has the major hots for Irina, I think this line proves it. Heh.
~ Love Marshall, but really don't think he added much to either of the last two eps. Sowwy.
~ That damn paper. Thank you for finally confirming what was on that piece of paper. Not that anyone really cares anymore, but glad that at least one plot hole got plugged up nicely. Sloane/Jack? Hee. I take back all my speculation about Sloane having had an affair with Irina. Now I think it was Sloane/Jack. :P Btw, the whole thing with Jack watching the lights flicker and listening to all those weird sounds of the Rambaldi device being put together... just gave me a Keyser Soze feel. Hmmm. I must be in a weird mood today.
~ Irina was just gorgeous. Hell, even I believed every word that came out of her mouth. ;) I still don't think she gave up Sark. It was all part of the plan to get Sark into the CIA and to get them to believe him since they wouldn't believe Irina's intel about Sloane.
~ Sark, Sark, Sark. Dimples, baby. Okay, we got to see him without a suit twice in this ep. T-shirt and button down? *thud* Rolled sleeves? *THUD* Um... can we please get nekkid soon? Every badass needs to get nekkid once in awhile, and he's one cool badass mofo. Wasn't even fazed when Kendall threatened him. Just snarked back. Hee.
~ Sark/Francie. HOLY SHIT. They WERE totally doing each other behind Syd's back. Well, sorta. LOL. That whole convo between them.. just... ahhhhh and awwwww. Love the chemistry. Love Sark showing this vulnerable side. Love his question about Will. Dude, the badass tugged at my heartstrings. Mmmm. Love the kiss. How did any woman get to be as lucky as Merrin? She gets to kiss both Brad and David. Dude. Not fair. *pouts* Hmm. Sark/Francie/Will - the real triangle? Woohoo!
~ Yeah, they finally brought back the "Project Christmas" plot. While I like that Allison was part of it, still sucks that they couldn't think of a way to get the REAL Francie to be a Project Christmas kid. Although, it makes one think... if "Francie" was a product of Project Christmas... what exactly is Sark's background? Is he from Project Christmas, too, only with a psuedonym now? I refuse to go the sibling route. Oooh, ooh, Sark/Francie/Syd as Project Christmas kids fanfic!!! LOL. Um... just kidding, okay. Really. Don't.
~ Will. *swoon* Nekkidness. Thank you, thank you, thank you. *drool* Dude. That W/F confrontation? Oh man. And then when Francie... And when Will... and then later with the tub... GAH. Just.. gah!
~ The Syd/Francie fight? Heh. Awesome. Glad to see Syd get her ass kicked. And btw, "Francie"? So not dead.
~ So... the end... it was a "wtf" moment. More of a "huh" than a "holy shit" kind of wtf. Don't get me wrong. Love that S/V now have a "wife" in the way, but this whole two years thing is just... huh. Guess we'll have to wait until next season to find out what happened in those two years. Unless it's going to be a complete cop-out and everything that happened the past two years/the last two eps/the last two minutes was just part of some silly dream. Hey. Dumber things have been known to happen on TV.
Oh, btw... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *cough*
After watching the eps twice now, the one thing that really jumps out at me? How hot this cast is. Irina, Jack, Sloane, Will, Francie, Sark, Kendall... YUMMY. Syd is cute; she usually is. But damn to everyone else.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:19 PM ... ||
The Rant Entry
Because I'm in just that kind of mood...
~ What is the purpose of buying a sports car if you're not going to actually drive it fast? Why would anyone buy a damn sports car and drive it BELOW the speed limit. On a one lane road. With no other cars in front of them. WHY??????? This applies to SUVs, too. Godnabbit.
~ What is wrong with the Beemer? Had two different, relative new BMWs cut me off. Not only did they cut me off, but they both sounded like they were about to fall apart. I really don't think metal should sound like it's been stapled together in such an expensive car.
~ Speaking of overpriced BMWs, why would anyone in their right mind buy a BMW but then refuse to drive it? Yeah. This is my stupid cousin's issue. Why? Just... gah. WHY?
~ And dammit. On a single land road, all drivers should be considerate of the cars behind them. Had some asshole driving a station wagon across the campus. At WAY below the speed limit. He was obviously looking for something. Or maybe he was just a dumbass. But he made me trail him at a slow ass crawl all the way across campus and didn't bother to pull off to the side to let me pass. And... when he saw that I had my blinkers on to turn into the library parking lot, he turned into it before me. I had to go all the way to the front of the library to drop off something. There were hardly any cars in that damn lot. What did the fucking ass DO? He made me follow him at a crawl, all the way to the other end of the lot where I had to stop anyway, then made a turn and went all the way back to the other end of the lot and LEFT!! GodDAMMIT. If he was only making a U-turn, he could have totally cut across the practically EMPTY lot!!!!
~ But of course, these rants pretty much mask the one really big thing I was pissed off about today: the apartment hunt. I had it. I soo would have had it. But nooooo.... fucking prissy roommate. For the record, I hate pansy-ass, narcisstic, selfish, "artiste" types. Can't even pick up a phone to check in, especially after he told me to call him right after I checked out the apartment. Then didn't even bother to pick up the next day when I called. And when did I finally get ahold of him? Later that night. In a bar. Getting trashed. DUDE.
I admit. When it comes to big financial decisions like getting an apartment, I tend to be a little overanxious and control freaky in a passive way. But DO NOT tell me that I can go ahead and make a decision about getting a particular apartment and then hand me a list of specifications that will pander to your drama queen lifestyle. If he had just waited two more hours to go see the apartment with me on Friday like he was SUPPOSED to, we wouldn't have had this problem. But OF COURSE, the day he could do it, just happened to be the day his friend calls him and tells him that they need him to come in much earlier to NYC to rehearse for some stupid play. Of course. And if he had stayed, I wouldn't have had to wait to get in touch with him until Saturday NIGHT to tell him about the apartment, and THEN have to deal with him making all sorts of weird "hmm, umm..." noises. I don't understand. When it's an apartment with HUGE bedrooms, a large livingroom and kitchen at such a low price for the neighborhood we were looking in (which, btw, is the only one HE'LL live in, even though he SAYS he's okay with anywhere else...), does it matter that the closest are small and one of the rooms doesn't have a closet in it, and the bathroom is small? Seriously. He thinks he's fucking royalty or something. And the only reason why I didn't just go ahead and get the apartment was because I didn't want him to crap out on me just because of the stupid closets. I don't think he's that kind of person, but right now, I'm having serious trust issues with "men." Not so much men or the other kind, but the kind that doesn't know which kind it wants to be. (This is a whole other blog entry)
So of course, I have to wait until this morning to call the landlord and ask if it's still available, knowing that there was some other chippy who was looking at the apartment. (All this I TOLD the fucking roommate so he could decide sooner). The landlady called back. And yeah. "Someone" HAD JUST put down a deposit on it THAT MORNING.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
If I had just gone with my gut and didn't wait for the asshole roommate, I would have called the landlady bright and early Saturday morning and drove all the way back to school to drop off a deposit within a turnaround period of 2 hours. Hell, I was willing to dip into my own funds to pay off the deposit just so we could secure the apartment. Because I'M JUST SO FUCKING TIRED OF LOOKING and NOT getting any help.
But no. Anytime something good is about to happen to me, something else screws it up. Of course, the roommate would suddenly have to move his appointment up so he couldn't go see the apartment with me. Of course, the roommate wouldn't be around to pick up his phone when he told me to call. Of course some other chippy would put down the deposit the morning that I do call the landlady. You know... I'm okay with coincidences. But this... someone up there isn't just having a good snicker at my expense. Oh, no. Someone Up There is throwing a lavish gala, inviting all His/Her/Their friends, putting out a huge buffet, with a live band and jesters, and then playing charades and karaoke with my life.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
The only hope I can hold onto right now... the lady said that she might have another apartment for me, and that she'll let me know. *crosses fingers* Oh, please, please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. PLEASE let this work. PLEASE let her call back and tell me that it's a great apartment, for the same price, in the same neighborhood. And PLEASE let there be fucking huge closets in the bedroom so the QueenRoomie won't be pissed off. My checkbook's all ready to go, and if this doesn't work.... I swear, this is the last week I'm doing this. After this, the roomie can fuck off, and I'll just rent a room out of someone else's house or apartment. I just can't do this anymore. I just can't.
*sobs*
I want to crawl under the covers right now, with a huge tub of Ben&Jerrys, and not wake up until September.
Ugh. But I can't. Because the nice lady might call back. And also... I need to watch Alias. Dude, this better be good or else it may be the last straw in a perfectly miserable existence. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 3:55 PM ... ||
Saturday, May 03, 2003
Stupid name... *kicks PoohParents*
Grrrrr, Trix!!! Hate you. Now I must post just how humiliating my name is. Time to get my snark on. Hey... if you can't snark on yourself, then you're just a tard. Goodness knows I strive so hard not to be a tard.
Ugh. From my name analysis:
First name:
Take advantage of all opportunities. (...in bed.) You must develop your creativity and talents (...in bed. I'm insatiable and a fast learner, too.). You are determined to prove yourself to others (...in bed... as long as it takes.). You are relatively demonstrative in your affections (...in bed. You know what they say about the quiet girls.). You enjoy being stroked verbally and physically (...in... well, out of bed sometimes, too). You can handle details well (I'm an engineer; it's how I am. In bed, too). You have a methodical mind (Yeah, engineering really sucks away all the spontaneity and fun, ya know. But not in bed). You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr (of course not, especially in bed). You need to learn to give and receive love for love's sake (...in bed?). You have a need to be assured of affection (...in bed... it would help - very low self-esteem). You can be quite inventive and quite curious (always... in bed).
Middle name:
You have high aspirations and a cheery disposition (except when I'm being a bitch the other 75% of the time). You have much enthusiasm with a driving attitude toward achievement in life (L.M.F.A.O. Enthusiasm? Driving attitude? Achievement? *looks for a dictionary*). You need to learn to give and receive love for love's sake (Eh? Like a broken record). You have a need to be assured of affection (*boggles* Dude!). You are always involved with projects and things to do (I really try to be just the opposite). You need to learn to give and receive love for love's sake (What the fuck?). You have a need to be assured of affection (The hell??). You must learn to give 'wise' service and not be a martyr (Dammit. *kicks name analysis site* What the hell is wrong with this thing? Keeps repeating itself...). You are a hard worker when you make up your mind to do a job (Thank god this doesn't happen often. Phew).
Last name:
You are an 11th hour person, always succeeding just in the nick of time (It's called "procrastination," sweetie. Look it up). The lesson of money is prominent in your life (I have none. A hard lesson, indeed. *sobs*). You are soft-hearted with a charitable nature (Dammit. Quit ruining my rep. Seriously. All that volunteer work in undergrad was a FLUKE and totally selfish.). You need to learn to give and receive love for love's sake (Oh, for crying out loud... Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!). You have a need to be assured of affection (*head explodes*).
Excuse me while I run out and find some love for love's sake, and someone who will assure me of their affection. Hmm... is this why I have that problem of snarking on guys so much they become scared of me and run away? Damn. Mental note: Don't do that.
Alias
Heard nothing but good things. Is it up yet? Does anyone know? Will anyone share? Wanna stay spoiler-free. Until I download and watch it all at once. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:25 PM ... ||
ARGH.
I'm so pissed off with the roomie. AGAIN. That I was going to do something fun on the blog.
Sadly...
I took the name analysis on Trix's and One's blogs, and....
Um... WAY too embarrassing to post. Seriously. I'm like humiliated by my own name. Sigh. Well, there goes all the "fun."
|| posted by Pooh at 1:37 PM ... ||
Friday, May 02, 2003
Weeeeeeeee!!!!
DUDES!! Found THE BEST video EVER!!! OMG. You guys are just going to fall in love with it, and the couple. They are just way too cute!!!
Go here. You won't regret it. Seriously.
Off to watch it again. And again. And again.
Second Best Link of the Night
All thanks to Trix. She's so good to me.
Mmmm!!! Hee!! Rowrrr!!!
Dude. I'm just way too excited. Scary, isn't it?
|| posted by Pooh at 2:57 AM ... ||
Thursday, May 01, 2003
Happy Birthday, Karen!!!
*HUGS*
Hee! And... shut up!
The "hee!" part:
The kinda cute "hazardous waste" (heh) guy at work smiled at me. It was written like a movie script. Only... not so much. I was coming from lunch; he was with a bunch of people headed towards the cafeteria. And he smiled. Well... okay. Maybe. I wasn't really looking. It was just a sense, you know? And it could have been a smirk. Knowing me, I probably had a booger hanging out of my nose. Oh well. And my clothes might not have matched perfectly. Uhhh. Anyway... he kinda, sorta, probably, not so much, maybe smiled, and that's all that really matters.
Well... now I'm depressed. Huh.
The "shut up!" part? Spent all morning trying to simulate a specific error code with a new catheter. ALL freaking morning!! Not only did many of the runs not generate any errors (hey, I'm perfect, what do you want from me?), other runs gave me all sorts of other error codes. I think I found a whole bunch of errors we weren't expecting, but never... never... the one we were purposely attempting to recreate. Until I went to lunch, and my other supervisor David took over. When I got back, he refused to tell me if he had succeeded until after he tried two more runs. Then he finally told me that he got it on his first try and just didn't want me to feel like a loser.
Dude.
My boss. Snarked. At me.
That is just not cool.
But thankfully, when I tried it again... only my 10th "first time"... I got the right error. Woohoo! It's a good thing I did, because he would have gotten smacked. Job or no job.
Speaking of snark... mmmm....
Because of all the Anderson love that was happening on the tag today:
Nothing is sexier than snark. Yum.
Also... cuz I'm a freak...
The random eye twitch in my left eye became a full-blown eye spasm on the drive home. Ugh. I really don't know why my body hates me so much. Or how and why anyone even bothers to put up with me. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:37 PM ... ||