So it's been like a year since I last posted here. It's funny, I don't feel like I've come very far since my last entry, but I've done SO much. I went to NYC in July for the second time. I moved to San Angelo. I've almost finished my second semester of college. I have a boyfriend. I've lost a best friend. I've been to the Renaissance Festival twice. I've become an English major/ Math minor. I read two books by Haruki Murakami. I've witnessed a game of strip Uno and watched the Patriots lose the Superbowl. I've got a new kitten at home and an old one with separation anxiety.

There's a lot more but I'm in the middle of writing a play and it seems about time to call my math professor for help.

So I was watching the end of Minority Report, because it’s probably the only Tom Cruise movie I like enough to watch all the way through and I can never remember the ending. So, what should happen but I see what’s on next. Demolition Man. I haven’t seen the movie in, like, five years. I remember that I love it. So, of course, I watch it. Know what I get out of it? Other than that I still love Stallone and how hilarious the Schwarzenegger joke in it is? [side note: Arnie’s last name is in Word’s spell check. Over saturation, anyone?]I love Denis Leary. No one uploaded his best line speech in the movie on youtube. No one uploaded his part at all!

OMG! Dracula2000! I’ve been waiting months to see this! I love TNT. So very much. It’s Gerard Butler running around with his shirt open half the movie.

Back to the entry, sorry. In my search however, I came across the following. The first two are a teaser episode of ‘Rescue Me’ that ran online, I think. Anyway, It’s a little slow at the beginning but it’s so worth the last five minutes.







Okay, so the next part is just a rant from his stand up. It’s all a bit language heavy and raving, but this whole coffee bit is worth any f-bomb he drops. Also it’s fun that despite the profanity he still uses words like ‘relic’ and ‘bastion’.





Also, here’s a transcribe of that speech in Demolition Man that I loved. If you haven’t seen it, it’s from the early 90’s and has action and witty one-liners from Sylvester Stallone and Wesley Snipes. Sandra Bullock, Benjamin Bratt, Rob Schneider, and Bill Cobbs are also in it. (Bill Cobbs one of the old night guards in Night at the Museum.)

"You see, according to Cocteau's plan I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think; I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder - "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green jello all over my body reading playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing ‘I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener’."

If anybody needed more proof of my lameness (other than that I love a fifty year old man for a movie he did fifteen years ago – but he looked good with the beard!) I got my mom to watch two episodes of the Underground shows they do on the History Channel. We watched a ‘Dracula’ one in Romania and an Edinburgh one. BTW, somebody corrected me like two years ago, and I’m still pissed, about a story I wrote in which I parodied a TV news report (Dateline-style) that dealt with vampires and this bitch… I’ll quote: “I hope you know Bram Stoker BAsed his character on Vlad Tepes/Dracula not Vladimir.” The line she’s referring to is as follows:

"For those of you not familiar with the tale, Vladimir, known as Vladimir the Impaler, is believed by many to have been a vampire, perhaps even Bram Stoker's inspiration for Dracula himself."

Vlad Tepes, Vlad the Impaler, and Vlad Dracula are all the same fucking guy!

Sorry, I had just remembered that the other day and I was seething. Anyway, I also watched a Hitler Underground and a Naples one which was awesome until the guy went into the section that the guides don’t usually go. He gets to a part of the aqueduct where the words, “Wow, you really have to squeeze tight to get in here,” literally come out of his mouth. I was like "Jackass! Stop!" and he kept going!

Oh, and… Young Guns II was on today. I’ve seen it 80 times and I still love it. I’m probably not exaggerating on that number either.

PS. I’ve now seen Ghost Ship at least fifteen times all the way through. Even though I can point out all the goofs, I still love it. And, aside from introducing me to Mudvayne all those years ago, there’s another awesome song in one scene. It’s called ‘My Little Box’. I have no idea who it’s by.

I should go now, huh? Keep some dignity?

So... I'm in San Angelo. First hotel we went too sucked. Really moldy. We're at a Hampton now. It's good. And I have internet. I'm a little nervous about tomorrow. First day on campus and all, you know... It was really cool driving up here though. We went through the Hill Country which meant driving past rock walls where they had blasted to put the road.

Talk more later. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. I want to go see James Morrison live!

Just thought I'd give a head up on here. I've been neglectful of updates. I'm not sure why. Anyhow, I'm off for the summer as you already knew if you saw the last post.

I went to the lake on Sunday with one of mom's old friends and his son. I actually knew his son's friend from my school, only now the kid's all grown up and smoking and busy having a beard. Fun, but odd.

I spent pretty much the entire day on the Waverunner. I'm still sore, to say the least. I can barely sit down on anything other than my bed without growling. Also my arms and back hurt.

I only fell off once the entire day, though! I was trying not to hit a jug. At the time I thought it would hurt the motor or something. Turns out it wouldn't but I still had to try and slow down and turn at the same time. I held on the whole time, even though I fell off. I swam to the back and got back on but I have a horrible bruise on the inside of my thigh now. Kept riding the rest of the evening after that, even with the scratches.

This weekend I go to SOAR at the ASU to sign up for classes. I still don't know if the school has sent my final transcript. It's kind of pissing me off since I wrote it down twice now.

San Angelo seems like a small Corpus. The mall there is named 'Sunset Mall'. One of our malls is 'Sunrise Mall'. I'm not kidding. I'm going to my doom! No, I'm kidding. They've got a few pubs I hope to frequent. I'll be 18 by the time school starts. 6 days before, but it's still before.

I think that's all for now. I might post pics of my bruise tomorrow.

Much gushing ahead, I’m sure. I’ve been seriously listening to the song ‘Shiksa Goddess’ nonstop for two and a half days now. It’s from the Broadway show Last Five Years and, of course, Norbert Leo Butz. Okay, really, did his parents go, "What shall we call our son so that he shall most definitely get the shit kicked out of him at school?" I love the guy, but the name… is dork. Not dorky, or dorkish, no. Just… dork.

Anyway, I was just struck by the thought that I’m pretty sure he’s one of the best Broadway performers. Ever? I don’t know, haven’t gotten the chance to see many of the old or new. But, my point is this – he can sing. Not like, "Whoa, look at that note!" , but in the sense that he doesn’t overplay his notes. He sings well enough to emphasize and act out the song, as it should be. Singers get caught up in being impressive and lose a lot of the song’s original character or meaning. Celine Dion. Case and point.

Though, I think, he may have a lisp. If you listen closely enough, you can almost hear it. Seriously, don’t listen to it for more than a few minutes, otherwise you’ll ruin the experience. I love how he can go from so subdued to full of passion and energy in like a single line. Face it, he’s not terribly hot. But he is adorable and has a hell of a lot of charm. Not to mention, he tends to be pretty funny, even when he’s not in Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Okay, I’m done.

In other news, Sara STILL HASN’T TOLD ME WHEN SHE WANTS TO GO!!!!1!

But she’ll tell me this weekend if I have to beat it out of her. I wonder how her week is going. It’s not like she’s e-mailed or commented! Okay, no, kidding. She’s probably getting a life without me. Who is stuck attending Decathlon practices on Tuesdays and Wednesdays of Intersession weeks. But, really, how goes the friend making? Any wild parties? That one last Friday, woo, that was outta control, wasn’t it? ;)

Senior portraits are on Thursday and then we’re heading up to San Antonio and the Hyatt. <3

And, damn, is it hot in my mom’s office or what? I think they turn the air off at like, 5. It’s 6:30 now. *dogpantingensues* Oh, and we made a joke in Decathlon today. There’s this whole thing with global warming, right? Well, polar bears are drowning (and it’s Bush’s fault, apparently – I wasn’t there for that reasoning…) and suffering horribly because of greenhouse gas and polar melting.

This dude, William Ruddiman has this theory and he put into effect that if the greenhouse effect hadn’t happened, we’d be a – get ready for this – whopping TWO DEGREES COOLER. However, this is enough to cover Canada with snow. Huh? Well, we were joking about how that would seriously make the whole world cooler. Somehow, we managed to get to the topic of friggin’ Mexican Polar Bears. WTF?

Yes, this is the species of polar bear that works real hard to get fish and then sells them dirt cheap to the other white polar bears. The species that has a tan. The species that has a mustache. Yes, that’s right, a polar bear with a mustache. You heard it here first. Okay, probably not funny out of context, huh? Borderline Far Side humor, actually. That and my twelve foot cow. Don’t ask. It was a bad attempt at a joke in a Village fanfiction. Disclaimer: Not meant to be offensive. I live in South Texas. Love Hispanic people. Hate the stringent immigration rules all of the sudden. My second family has dubbed me more mexican than their own children. How sad is that? Wanted to clear that up, since I don't know if everyone here knew that I'm not some white supremist in any fashion. Racism and Steve Irwin's death make me cry. Just don't do it. I couldn't believe it, btw. I mean, he's gone? Like seriously? Gawd, I still feel like crying. And I don't cry, either. I saw him a couple of weeks ago with his kids and... I'll just stop now.


"The first flute was from 9,000 years ago."
"So are you saying that flutes didn’t contribute to methane gas buildup and global warming?"

No, they didn’t. ;)

OMFG! Am I the only one who didn't know it was Eb's b-day?

HAPPY 22ND, LOVELY!!!!!!!!!!!!1!@!!

The 23rd. I'm waiting for the 23rd. I will be in Houston and I will be happy. I will be watching NLB in DRS. I accidentally spent half the day listening to the Wicked and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels soundtracks. Oops.

( The result, you ask? )

Quotes from my last e-mail to living4theblue:

"I love how age at some point in life is measured totally by gray hair. It’s almost measured entirely by hair, isn’t it? When you’re little, it’s the hair that grows in funny places like noses and ears, then it’s how much hair you have, and then whether it’s gray or not…"

"I have to mention that I am locked in an empty office at my mom’s work, with the loudest keyboard ever. It’s all, “clickclickCLICKclickclickCLICKCLICKclickclickclickCLICKclick” and I’m all, “Holy Hell, you’ll get me found, you bastard! Shut yourself up.” Then it’s all, “CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK, bitch.” And it wins because I’m not gonna stop typing. Aww… my kitty helper in Office was playing with a butterfly."

"Ew. Kitty just washed itself."

Wow, don’t I have a lot of time on my hands. And, it’s only been half an hour. Oh, and new development - I have to pee, but if I leave this office, everyone will want me to do stuff. I’m going to see how long I can hold it. In other news, well, there isn’t much news. I have Elizabeth I on DVD from Netflix and I have Cambridge Spies coming as soon as I send back my doubly watched Eddie Izzard DVD. Yay for transvestite comedians!

Okay, so homework stuff. Gonna go poke at it. Maybe or maybe not with a pen. Also, any COLLEGE SUGGESTIONS? UT’s the frontrunner at the moment, but that could be subject to change see as it’ s still kind of not ever admitted me. Then again, I haven’t applied…

Ciao.

I'm kind of defeating my own purpose by messing with LJ, but I am going to WORK tonight. I'm gonna try and pick out colleges, finish my resume, read the rest of Scarlet Letter, write a thesis paper on hypocrisy and sin for said book, and figure out what short story I want to write to send into magazines. By the end of tomorrow. Sleep? Why?

If anybody has a suggestion for colleges, short stories, or magazines, let me know! Also, Hilary - I'm punishing myself. Okay, nobody would take me today. Mom had to come home after a very long 4th B-day lunch. (Mine, with mom's co-worker and her husband who used to baby-sit me) Larry was a pain to get to even get food. So I will have it by Friday because one of the girls from school comes into town to go to Barnes&Noble and Waldenbooks, both of which I have giftcards to. Yay me.

Okay, so onto the pain. College e-mail inbox, prepare to be fucked up. (Sorry for the harsh language.)

Oh - and to the Pervy 6ers, I don't know who ALL of you are, but your randomness totally makes my day. In your own words, you know who you are. <3

New header. Meh. Shouldn't have softened the edge on trench!hugh. Sleep is not in my regiment, apparently. I'm going to put it there. Damn it! Still didn't get that book I wanted! I may have to go to work with mom tomorrow. Yuck! Anybody have any favorite quotes they want made into icons? Or any text, really... I get the feeling I'll be really bored this weekend. Night. I think.

Can you say... thoughtless? Yeah, I am. I can't even place a word for my psyche at the moment. I'm, like, all over the walls. I'm also about to shove my plume from Prom up this plotbunny's arse if it won't stop biting mine. Fictional documentary in a story about modern African genocide and mass murder. *dieplzkthnx*

Oh, yes, and I'm going to write a letter to Stephen King. Because I've decided I owe him that much. Long story, I'll post the letter when I finish it. I'm in the middle of rereading 'On Writing'. I need to be reading the Scarlet Letter. And the article from English. And looking over my second unfinished vocabulary assignment. I'm just gonna ask her for a surplus so I can sit down and do them all in one day. I also need a portrait for Photojournalism by... tomorrow. And I have to have taken it this week. Late work, anyone? I feel shitty about this. I gave myself a reason to feel anxious so at least I'd know where the dread was coming from and I feel even shittier knowing I subconciously did it on purpose.

There is good news, though. No, I didn't just save a bunch of money on my car insurnace. I don't even have a car, not even a permit. And I'm 17! Okay, back on track... I made a 900(out of 1000) on my practice essay for Decathlon. It was complete crap. But Ms. Moore knew that and still gave me the 900. We discussed it in class and have come up with the theory that some people write just points and facts, others write crap, some write good planning, and others just aren't mentionable. I'm crap. Well, I'm spelled-correctly-good-sounding-with-cleverly-used-allusions crap. I put down my ideas, which I did know, but they were vague and undeveloped. It's not in my nature. (Inside joke. Stems from the quote, "It's just not in my nature to do homework." I'm sure it should've been schedule or regiment...)

OMG, I finally decided what to buy with my B&N cards. Yes, I recieved another one Tuesday night. Gentleman and Players by Joanne Harris. Haha! Thanks doubly, Hilary. Also, my head hurts and I'm on the verge of making lists. I make lists when I'm finished with my TAKS tests. SHIT. SAT & ACT. Forgot about that. Need to go and do that again. I know, I'm so fucking behind.






CRAP.


Oh, I made some quote icons. And some graphics. Mainly King Arthur and Hugh Dancy. To post or not to post?

Oh, well, fuck it. ( Hugh Dancy was in a movie with Iain Glen? Iain Glen and Tom Hollander did a movie? I can die happy. )

I got a new layout. Yay.

I'm Hugh Dancy binging at the moment. I got tricked into watching Ella Enchanted. Then I watched King Arthur. I also bought a GQ with Clive Owen. I still have to watch Enigma with Tom Hollander in it, though. Which is my kind of crack I might add - it's based on a novel by Robert Harris,who wrote one of my absolute favorites, Pompeii, and then the screenplay was done my Tom Stoppard, who I simply worship for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. Can you say LOVE? Oh, and Matthew McFayden and Dougray Scott are also part of it.

I'm in the process of redoing my userinfo as well. Birthday weekend was fun. Thank you lottery and Nikki for the messages at OM. They made me very happy. Yep, I'm 17 now. Which means I have no curfew and.... I can consent to sex in the state of Texas. Yeah, that's it. Lucky me, I live in Texas. I don't see myself excercising either of those rights any time soon, though. Heh. Damn. ;)

I got a moodtheme! How cool is that? You can switch back and forth between Plus and Basic accounts to achieve desired results, apparently. And, oh wow. Can my mom's room get hot. My wireless internet card is complete crap. So I'm on the stationary beast that was broken as well half the weekend.

So the weekend... was good. It ended too soon. I was very upset with it. I had all this crap to do and then *poof* it's Tuesday. I reeled in 75 bucks for the mall, 50 bucks in cash, a 25 dollar Barnes & Noble card (What to buy, what to buy...), a really cool wall hanging that's got sharp edges that will remain covered in plastic until I feel less klutzy, dinner like... 3 times?, and bondage tape. Yes, that's right - bondage tape. My third rather kinky gag gift. I'm gonna have a college roommate who thinks I'm a sex fiend. Unless I room with Sara. I'm not really sure if I can get into UT, though, so that's a bit rocky...



OMG!!!!!!!



I forgot the best one of all. Oh yes, better than the Barnes card. Mom is going to get us tickets to Dirty Rotten Scoundrels!!!! And Norbert Leo Butz will be starring in both of my choices! We were at my Taiwan Restaurant when Mom told me. And then the waitress came over, with my lumpias already ordered. Happiness abundant.

Okay, I'm breathing normally again. I'm going to Johnny Carino's tonight. And I want to buy boots, damn it! I have no chance!

Boots will be the end of me. Mom'll be home soon and I need to go put towels in the dryer. More details later. You know, when I should be doing important stuff. :D

Sara, you home and safe yet? Hil, how are you settling in?

Love to all!

I, uh, got bored today. So I made my entry before lunch. Before I got home. Before I had a computer available...

( Writing is bad for me, I swear! )

I think I’m getting sadder as life goes on. I’m becoming moodier. Senioritis set in WAY early. I mean, even I don’t think I deserve to have it yet, but I think that’s what it is. I believe I even may have inadvertently made myself sick. I really did have a sinus infection, or, rather, I do, but I think some of it may have been psychosomatic. Like the fevers? It doesn’t show up on the thermometers but I know my forehead is burning. Even my mom can tell that. I still have nausea, also. Given, I haven’t finished the amoxicillin. 875 milligrams twice a day. I guess I can handle antibiotics better than the hydrocodone. Which I still haven’t found. Mom hid them well. I don’t really plan on taking them, I just think if I can find that, I can probably find where she keeps my Christmas presents…

Anyway, I still feel horrible. And I get anxiety every time I think about school. I’m doing well in all my classes, but I still have anxiety. It’s like a knot. I don’t go to lunch anymore because I have a stalker, btw. A 4’9” freshman who is as geeky as they come. I feel bad, but it’s me. I don’t do well with attention from guys in any remotely romantic way. Guys are friends, not friends. I keep feeling like I’m going to get in trouble at school, even though I won’t. I haven’t done anything wrong. Except in Decathlon. I think I’m behind there because I was worrying about keeping my grades up in other classes while I was sick.

Oh, and Target hasn’t called. The bastards. I really want a job. I don’t know how that’ll work with Decathlon, though.

Maybe I should be on antidepressants. I need something to keep my mood up. I hate these potholes. I’ll climb back up to being happy and hate myself for ever being upset. Hopefully, I’ll get lucky and this will only have been because I’m sick. I’m also beyond lethargic when I’m unhappy.

What’s that lyric… “It’s comin’ down to nothin’, more than apathy…”

I’m gonna go find something happy to do. Go watch George Moment from Grey’s Anatomy? Make icons? Listen to Maria Mena? Watch Food Network? I don’t know yet.

Oh, and did I mention I had to return my Gosford Park DVD? I now only have DMC to watch Tom Hollander from. I need to get Netflix!

Oh, and talking to whitelilacs07 has cheered me up considerably, btw. Still a little nauseous, though...

I made a bunch of graphics today. Mainly Tom.

16 icons and 8 headers

Tom Hollander, Keira Knightley, Jack Davenport, James Purefoy/Hugh Dancy, Maria Mena, ships



( Mediocrity ahead! )

I just found the most awesome rant ever. In video form. And, it's British! Jack Davenport fans, rejoice:

( Go ahead, laugh your ass off! )

48 graphics, mostly DMC


[10] Beckett
[3] Elizabeth
[6] Jack
[9] Norrington
[4] Will
[5] Misc. Icons
[9] Misc. Banners/Headers
[2] Norrington shirt designs

Previews:




X-posted; cutler_beckett, _norrington, potc_icons


( Even my cats are crapping icons now. )

[cut for POTC2 spoilers]

I'm going to update more later tonight. I just thought I'd share an ( ironic tragedy. )