Like an Old Whore's Diet

Wed, 25 Jun 2008 19:42:47 GMT

I guess one is supposed to bold all the books they have read to marvel at how literate (or illiterate) they are. My conclusion? Not as literate as I thought. Oh well, if I have learned one thing from this handy time consuming survey thingy, it is that I can stop bitching about how I never have anything to read. Although, in fairness they have several things listed twice, like The Chronicles of Narnia AND The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. I call shenanigans on that.

1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible
7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses - James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte's Web - EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Alborn
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

in which I finally sit my ass down and update...

Tue, 27 May 2008 07:52:15 GMT

Wow, I have been quite remiss in my lj duties of late. Let's see, when last I typed I was stressed and in the middle of finals. Quite obviously those ended quickly followed by graduation, which I attended but did not partake in. I was ridiculously proud watching all my friends walk across that stage, but I would be lying if I also didn't mention that it hurt, a lot. I mean, I should be down there with them, getting my degree, going on with my life. But because of some mishaps along the way, I have fallen behind all of my friends and am stuck here, in college. I feel almost as though I were a drop out. I failed to complete the assigned task on time, and as such I am a failure. Now obviously it isn't as dramatic as all this, but it is how I felt (quite irrationally I might add) as I sat next to a guy spitting chaw into a Dr. Pepper bottle and listening to Bobby Fong go on and on. I want to know that I have my degree, that all this struggle is over. Later that night I realized that I was PMSing and drunk myself silly with friends and all was forgotten.

Next came the festival of moving friends out of various places and into others. I had fun and in the process have obtained the ability to guilt any of their asses into helping me whenever I have to move large quantities of stuff from one place to another. Ha ha.

Then my dearest Katie turned the big double twos. Nick was an amazing boyfriend and drove the crew minus Amanda downtown for drunken debauchery. Much fun was had although I must confess that I may not wear a skirt that short ever again. The crowning moment of the evening is when some guy came over to hit on us, straight up told us that he was over forty, and then finally let it slip that it was his wife's birthday. Wow. "Happy birthday honey, watch while I go hit on these three girls, won't that be fun?" The wife seemed real cool although embarrassed and slightly pissed at her husband. I am always surprised how the crew can part for long periods of time and come back together and everything is as it was, except with new stories. I heart my friends.

This past Saturday was Gretchen's mom's surprise birthday/ Gretchen's graduation bonfire. I had a lot of fun drinking beer with my mom and dad and seeing old friends from high school. I also ate way too many s'mores. Those things are dangerous.

If you have been reading Gretchen's lj, which most of you have, then you heard of our hookah exploits last night. Crazy. Yes, I was very bad and smoked the hookah, but it is so gosh be-darned tasty. I also fell in love with Turkish coffee. I think I finished mine in 2 minutes. Yum. I hope that Enrique Lopez turns out to wear his shirts open at the top and a Spanish guitar plays whenever he enters the room. Otherwise I fear that Gretchen might be disappointed. Hell, I will be disappointed.

The boyfriend returned home tonight, I missed his face. We watched the LOTR extras for Return of the King and ate too much food. Now I am full and can't sleep. Boo. I DO have a huge test on Wednesday in Bio, so studying will prolly be taking place here in 3,2,1...

and I put everything to the last minute AGAIN...

Fri, 02 May 2008 03:28:56 GMT

I am in the final crunch of the semester. Right now, I am stressed and exhausted and anxious as all get out. Saturday is my last day and if I can just get to there without any more screw ups then I will be a winner indeed.

However, I do have a May Day gift for Ashley (and Brian?)

http://www.kerasotes.com/Movie.aspx?FilmID=2517

I got that in my email with the rest of the show times and it caused a literal double-take.

Alright my dears, another paper and a design presentation awaits my ever ready attention.

in which many wrongs make something finally go right....

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 18:12:27 GMT

Guess whose court case was thrown out. Mine!!!! Bwahahahaha!

and on that note I bring you....

Sun, 06 Apr 2008 09:41:12 GMT

Zombie strippers. *facepalm*

http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/zombiestrippers/trailer/

There are no words.

and then I was a silly, stupid girl

Mon, 31 Mar 2008 02:08:08 GMT

I am sad and regretful. But those are silly emotions so I will instead concentrate on the mound of homework glaring at me with baleful eyes. Besides, I would hate to be irrational. No time for the mope.

P.S. Dinner tonight was lovely, thank you Cara.

and then it was spring...

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 20:05:15 GMT

This is for Ashley.

Urban Word of the Day
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March 27, 2008: twitterpated

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=twitterpated&defid=70633

1)to be completely enamored with someone/something.
2) the flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of
your affection.
3) romantically excited (i.e.: aroused)
4) the ever increasing acceleration of heartbeat and body temperature as a
result of being engulfed amidst the exhilaration and joy of being/having a
romantic entity in someone's life.

When he smiled at her, the rush of warm, fuzzy, excited sensations that filled
her made her realize she was completely twitterpated with this man.

Also, I am pretty sure that I did really well on both of my huge exams today. I completely BSed one of my essays for Theatre History and after a post-test comparison of answers with Molly, I discovered that I BSed correctly. Huzzah!!

in which I doubt there are dogs that are sicker...

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 06:21:45 GMT

Soooo very sick. I am all drugged up, and caffeinated cause I am drugged up and drippy. Very very drippy. I spent lots and lots of time in the library catching up with all the work I have let slip so far. If I can just do the same tomorrow then I can rest easy on Wednesday night and watch Anna kick Russian theatre ass without stressing about the work I am behind on. Woot. Downside of this is that I did not get any rest and/or drugs til about 20 minutes ago. By that point I felt like I had been run over by a mack truck that gives people sinus pressure. Fucking sinus pressure big rigs.

The government promised me my check today, so as of 7am I should be a hell of a lot richer. Huzzah!! I can't wait.

Erica rolled into town to watch my cousin be initiated into her sorority on Sunday. Listening to her and my mom reminisce about their sisterhood made me feel slightly bad. I mean, I know the Greek system is not for me, but I still feel as though I am missing out. No matter how much I tell myself that I would make a really crappy sorority girl, I still wonder. Ah well, c'est la vie.

And because I am feeling bad and they make me feel better,

Once upon a time, I was falling in love.....

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 04:44:03 GMT

Now I'm only falling apart. Nothing I could do, LUNAR ECLIPSE OF THE HEART!!!

in which I outline recent events through no particular order or importance...

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 07:54:30 GMT

It is snowing the prettiest snow ever right now. Srsly.

I just downloaded a cd of young foreign girls singing dirty American pop hits. I Touch Myself just came on. *Joygasm*

I had a meeting with John today. I went into it with a fatalist attitude, because when I set up the meeting he acted all closed off and unresponsive. Considering the meeting was where I was going to spring all my ideas for projects next year, I was terrified. It quickly became clear that he thought I had set up the meeting for not-good reasons (e.g. John, I am going to drop out of the theatre dept.) and all was well after that. He liked both my ideas but wants me to go with the more challenging one, which is kinda what I suspected. So I think we both left that one pleased.

In Art and Myth we discussed incest, cannibalism as revenge, and bird signs as divination. I walked out of Jordan and realized there was a gorgeous white hawk in the tree not 6 feet from me. The German guy who heard my exclamation said it was a falcon, but I am pretty sure we don't have those in Indiana. I wonder what the hawk simbolizes. Hopefully that bird did not seal my doom. :(

I just watched more X-Files in one sitting, than all of what I see of that show in a year. It is a good show though. P.S. I am so glad I wasn't born with a mutant/siamese/twin /baby/thing. It's the little things, ya know?

Test/quiz on Unity tomorrow. Sleep now.

Peace out, homes.

I like girls choral pop music

Mon, 18 Feb 2008 08:25:20 GMT

Okay, I just got an email from facebook that said this:

"Erica answered 10 of 10 questions correctly for a score of 100%. Beat Erica's score >"

Uh.... I CAN'T beat a perfect score. I can match it. I certainly can't beat it. WTF facebook.

I met up with my group for TVA and feel marginally better about our presentation tomorrow. Marginally. Let us see if I can pull this one off. If I do, well I should win all of the awesome points for the next two days at least.

I have a shlew of amazing ideas that need to produced and well, I made the executive decision (i.e. was coaxed by friends and family) to do them. Damn the man if he says no.

This website is a thing of beauty: http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com

Classes are going well. I am, as always, drowning in my heavy course load, but I really can't complain. I am in school. Nothing can stop me.

That is all. No deep thoughts from me tonight. I have much work to do and little time (and sleep) to do it on.

in which I rant a bit...

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 19:43:57 GMT

I kinda love/hate Butler right now. I love most of my classes although my homework situation is going to be ridiculous. I hate the university proper. They suck. Currently it is the Information Resources people that are making life miserable, but I am sure that iffen the Fonger could get in on the action, he would find new and inventive ways to make my college career a living hell. Ah well, I will just concentrate on how amazing my profs and fellow students are and take Butler's new failing as a university like I always do. Up the ass. Yum.

P.S. Huck Finn is a very sexy 12 year old.

in which I share a quick thought...

Tue, 08 Jan 2008 09:12:19 GMT

Scrap booking sucks big hairy donkey testes. That is all.

and then I updated at 5am after drinking alcohol....

Sun, 06 Jan 2008 10:49:44 GMT

Wow, I haven't updated in like FOREVER. I suck. Anyhow.

Um, well Joseph opened to all kinds of sold out theatres. I think this might just be the most popular show I have ever been in. Cool! But contrary-wise, we close tomorrow. :( I am getting the same emotions I always get at this point in a run. Sad that the show is ending and that I will most likely never see half of the cast again, and happy that I will have some free time. Yay for free time.

Christmas was, as Christmas tends to be, pretty damn awesome. My only critique would be that midnight mass was slightly off due mostly to the fact that our new dean sucks it. He talks a lot, but nothing comes out. Don't do that to us when it is 11:45pm and we are crammed into a tiny church and sweating small rivers. Come on man. He couldn't muster up SOMETHING to say at Christmas? It is the second most important holiday in the Christian calender. There had to have been at least one course on it in Seminary or something. I am very grateful that the bishop does the sermon on Easter. Kate always gives amazing sermons.

The crew came back to me for a brief three days of bliss. We partied it up quite heavily on New Years. My ability to be distracted by shiny things was brought out when myself a two very small gentlemen played "throw confetti at each other" for like 15 minutes straight. In all fairness, Gretchen and Katie played for like 10 minutes, so I am not the only one who is mentally stunted.

The crew also hit the art museum. Quite nice. We cultured ourselves good. And then there was that lovely rainy afternoon of Sweeny Todd, when Gretchen and Amanda screamed in the theatre. I swear I can't take those two anywhere. I think it might have been better if Katie had been there to share a "look" with me. Oh well, hindsight is 20/20 and all that.

Okay, lo comes the hour when I suppose I should sum up my love life for posterity and all that. Here is how it goes. Boy was gone. Sadface. I missed boy, very sadface. Boy came back. Happy face. And there ladies and gentlemen, is a summery of my love life. P.S. Remember the alcohol mentioned in the subject line.

Oh! On that subject, cast party. Lots of fun. There was Rock Band and jacuzzi and yummy yummy liqueur and SHRIMP COCKTAIL. Oh how I loves shrimp cocktail. *love* I had lots of fun and I somehow made it to and from Geist without getting lost. I am so very proud of myself. And you should be too.

And now I plan to wind down this ridiculously long post with a shout out to my hommies at Ohayocon. Hope you guys had an awesome time and I am sorry I wimped out on you this year. But you don't understand. The coat has very many colors...and shiny things on it. How was I to resist?

in which there is much Andrew Loyd Weber... and porn...

Tue, 27 Nov 2007 10:34:18 GMT

I am currently being smothered with love by the kitty, which is strange because she usually smothers me with her kitten hatred and claws of death. It's a nice change.

Another nice occurrence is the return of my voice. I really hate losing it. It would kinda be like losing your ability to do one of the things you love most for a short while. In other words, I feel useless without my voice. I tried some art songs on the drive home tonight and I could hit most everything. Made for a happy Abbie indeed.

I am getting very excited for Joseph. I went through an initial excited phase, followed by a bored phase, followed by a short bout of hatred for Andrew Loyd Weber, and am back to excited. I wonder what the wheel of emotions for this show will land on next? Let's hope it is something that will keep my sanity intact.

We moved out of the studio tonight and into the theatre. It was kind of bittersweet for me. I miss the old civic (it was a tad nicer/bigger). I guess this is one of those "change happens, deal with it" moments that life is full of. It was way cool seeing the set for the first time.

Boris has a Trojan Horse virus that just won't die. I have "killed" it three times now and porn is STILL popping up on my computer. WTF? I may have to track the bastard down and dispatch him manually. Ah well, such is life.

Flameo my good hotmen.

in which I am oh so alone....

Wed, 14 Nov 2007 02:38:29 GMT

I came home after work and NO ONE IS HERE. Wow, that has definitely never happened before. I plan to steal everyone's left shoe.

and lo, how I grow old....

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 08:33:32 GMT

Earlier today someone berated me for not updating for a long while. I would like to maintain that the guilt trip did NOT work.

Joseph is going well. The cast is a lot of fun and it is nice to perform again. Our choreographer is quite possibly the cutest thing EVAR. Buttons have nothing on this girl. The show is shaping up nicely with some acceptably ridiculous dance moves and some very good overacting. The opposite of what I have been doing for the last three years of my life. Change is lovely thing!

My birthday was wonderful. Good friends and good times were there in abundance. Despite no one receiving my email I got almost everyone I wanted there. Katie even showed up and I was very happy to have a crew representative there. We all went out for stir fry and delicious alcohol at the Mongolian BBQ. It was quickly discovered that the title is for real when people from our table kept getting kidnapped by Mongolians. Scary indeed. After gorging ourselves and recovering stolen party members, it was decided that the next best sin after gluttony is most definitely lust. That found us at the Castleton Priscilla's and as always I walked away in both shock and awe. I kinda wish I could have finally procured a copy of "Throbbin' Hood", but alas it was not to be. I did see a wind up walking vagina though! What was left for us to do that night but shoot people with lazers? This we did in great abundance. I wish the people we played against hadn't been so "ahem" hateful, but they were easy targets so it was alright for everyone but Ashley, who got the brunt of their wrath. We finished the night watching the Matrix and getting wasted. A good eleven hours of non-stop fun. I couldn't ask for a better birthday.

Oh! Iffen you haven't seen me in a while (namely friends far away) I cut and dyed my hair. CRAZY. The lady had my head in all kinds of aluminum foil and I was safe from telepaths for the first time in my life, if only for a short while. I am now one color of blonde as opposed to two. Huzzah!

The fair folk have stolen my keys AGAIN. I really want them back. I might ply them with a tune on Otto tomorrow if I can get him from my parent's house.

There, the journal has been updated. Abbie: 15, Procrastination: 1,782.

Oh! And P.S. Avatar Episode 10 and 11 ARE THE SHIT!!!! Huzzah!

and THE INTERNETS NEVER LIE!!!!

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 04:01:00 GMT

I stole this from Ashley and it is creepily very true.

in which we learn...

Sat, 13 Oct 2007 15:39:03 GMT

Urban Word of the Day
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October 13, 2007: Tramp Stamp

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Tramp+Stamp&defid=67941

A tattoo above a woman's ass crack.

Her pants were so low cut, you could see her tramp stamp.

Whahahahahaha!

Awesome.

Oh and this is for Ashley.

debo

Inspired by the character "Deebo" from the film Friday, its original definition is to steal something. It has also become used to describe a victory or pwnage of immense proportions, in an argument or a fight. The most literal definition would be "took."

The English army gets took by William Wallace in the movie Braveheart.

The English army gets deboed by William Wallace in Braveheart.

Just so you know....

and the sheep keep going by....

Thu, 11 Oct 2007 10:51:28 GMT

So.... funny story. I go into work tonight and discover that directly after I left the night before, ye old Longhorn was robbed. Yes children, robbed. The guys held up the cleaning crew at gun point to get into the restaurant and then tied them up for the two hours it took the thieves to blowtorch into the safe. WTF!!! We aren't a bank. Why the whole armed robbery thing? Needless to say we aren't allowed to walk to our cars in groups smaller than three.

In other work related news, I had a glass rack dropped on my head this evening. Ow. My forehead is a funny shape now, a novelty until I accidentally touch it.

I tried to edit my photos from England on facebook yet again and my computer lost the internet mid-edit yet again. I think the album is cursed. I give up. People shall just have to come up with their own stories behind the pictures, cause I can't tell them to you. The interweb won't let me.

Insomnia is fun. Sleep is a fickle mistress, but sleep deprivation is a fun bastard who makes the world a fun and magical place. Oh dear. I just typed that. Ahem. Mayhaps I should go DO something.

in which we say goodbye to who and whatsit....

Fri, 05 Oct 2007 08:55:11 GMT

Madeline L'Engle died a month ago. How did I miss it? This amazing author, who shaped most of my childhood and a lot of my faith, quietly died and I never knew. I am saddened by this news, but also happy that I can count myself as someone who can read such writing and find joy in it. I am glad of her life.

The cat is glaring at me. She keeps trying to trick me into feeding her. Silly cat, doesn't she know that tricks are for kids?

I just spent all day reading a book and it was GLORIOUS. I finished said book and got online to look up the sequel. It will be released in 2009. *facepalm* I shouldn't have spent all day reading that book.

in which there is a confession of the soul....

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 19:02:21 GMT

To the Angel who made sticky buns this morning,

May I bare your illegitimate love child?

Your Slave,

Abbie

and then oops...

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 00:43:05 GMT

Apparently, last night my entry didn't quite post. Enjoy it a day late instead.

of wiccans, enchanted wind instraments, and Halo

Mon, 01 Oct 2007 00:38:03 GMT

Oh! So I have been cast in Civic Theater's production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. I auditioned on a whim. I have been out of practice and thought, "What could it hurt?" I am excited because, as a theater kid, I enjoy getting cast in things. Makes me feel like I actually am sorta good at the whole performing thing and all this pain and effort for my major isn't all for naught. I am worried because I haven't been in anything at Civic since high school and even then, they could be hit or miss with the quality of production. I don't want to waste my whole Christmas performing a piece of crap. I am optimistic though. Generally, they put forth a lot of effort for their Christmas shows, so I am very hopeful.

In a very poor attempt at a segue way, I am going to tell you why I am NOT hopeful for the Indianapolis Opera. All hopes for them have been dashed. They have been going through financial difficulty of late and as a fan of opera and of Indianapolis itself, I want to see my hometown thrive in the arts. This production of the Magic Flute might just be the nail in the coffin for the ol' IO. The sets, costumes, and lighting were all abysmal. My heart went out the extremely talented cast. See if they ever do a show here again. If I ever see the director of said show, I should not be held accountable for my actions. I would be doing artists everywhere a favor by crushing him utterly.

Today I awoke before noon to accompany Ashley and Brian to Pagan Pride Day over in Broadripple park. Twas so very fun. Pagans EVERYWHERE. I got to experience an afternoon ritual, some very awesome dancing, and I learned a lot about now neopagans operate. Ashley and I were asked to join a local coven, by two young witches. Alas, I had to let them down and tell them that I am very content Episcopalian. We were informed of the location and date for such festivities as Beltaine and Samhain. I am, however all over that. I am a huge pyromaniac. Methinks Beltaine would agree with my sensibilities. I was also given an inspirational lecture by a 10 year old on how I should be allowed to wear a kilt if I want to. The Scots be damned. It was real cute. I hope that somebody gave her a cookie for that.

Post-paganfest called for some delicious Steak and Shake with Blake and Ashley (for the rest of the males deemed dancing to un-manly and left us for Yats). Then began our night of drunken gaming. *sigh* Seven people playing Halo is indeed a very funny thing. We all got quite tipsy and much fun was had by all. In conclusion, because of last night, I am going to hell. The End.

and then there was cactus juice...

Sat, 22 Sep 2007 09:23:30 GMT

Avatar! Huzzah!! A portrait of the fire lord made out of noodles! Double huzzah! I will admit that Aang with hair weirded me out a smidge, but after waiting as long as I have for the third season I will take Aang in any form I can get him in. There was Zuko angsting, there were more parallels drawn between Aang and Zuko (with angst!), then we were doused with more plot thrown into 30 minutes then seemed reasonable. Overall diagnosis? SQUEE!

Wedding tomorrow. And before you all ask, yes, it is mine. And yes, I am finally marrying the annoying Indian Chief who occupies my closet and tries on my underwear. It will be a marriage of convenience, I know. But really, we have been together so long that by this point it feels like I owe it to him. He DOES live in my closet. Who else is gonna marry the poor bastard?

I finally got my bank card, which should make accessing my money tons easier. Woman cannot live on two days worth of tips alone.

Oh! I am going to go to court, and because I am poor, I will be representing myself. (scared) The universe has pulled another fast one on me, but watch me try to be faster! I will let you know how the whole self-representation thing goes at some future date.

In honor of the Avatar, I have changed all my avatars to Avatar avatars. Ha! Say that one five times fast.

So tired. It IS 5:30. Mayhaps I should sleep. No, scratch that. I just reread what I have written here, and I definitely need that sleep. Love!

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