Last Day Of The Year

The cars are broken. Again. Dad is having a conniption and it appears that it won't slow down anytime soon.

That stupid pipe came loose again in the basement and now water has leaked liberally across the floor. Mom and me added towels to the melee, but it still claimed my nice warm socks off my feet.

I have to cram everything I want along into the suitcase today but I can't pack until the last thing is bought today-I may be packing this stuff next year if this keeps up.

Not much else is going on around here; the house is sort of quiet today. The tree is silently praying that someone will water it (no one has) and the little dog is praying that someone will have mercy and let her out of the kennel so she can parade around and look important.

I think I'll go watch Stargate Atlantis since there's not much going on around here.

Cheers,
Bec

Don't Know What To Say

Yesterday would have been your typical day had I not turned on the news in the morning. As of this morning, all hell is breaking loose in Pakistan due to the assassination of Benazir Bhutto.

I have run out of things to say about this topic; I hashed it out thoroughly with my sister. But obviously I didn't even understand the implications of this extremely powerful woman's death on the world. If the Middle East was ever going to be stable anywhere, it's now been put into serious jeopardy by one idiot blowing himself up and ending her life with his own.

The world is a messy place; I realize that more than some. But it's for fools like that guy, that one guy who blew up a chance to fix the world; that one guy could have started Pakistan on a path that could lead to nuclear war, something we've all feared since the damn nuke was invented.

Or let's just blame the guy who invented nuclear weapons in the first place. Whatever. The world is a less stable place than it was before yesterday.

Now I fear getting on the plane next week not because it might crash, or because I'm afraid of being that high up over that much ocean. I fear something else that I thought I no longer feared; I thought it was far away and remote.

Clearly I was wrong.

I, like the rest of the world at this moment, mourn the death of hope in the Middle East. I mourn the death of what might have been. I mourn her.

A Whole Day Spent...

In my pajamas.

Yup, I didn't leave the house all day. Why should I? I have nowhere to go, nothing to do in the outside world.

I DID, however, do dishes, sort of cook dinner, do a load of my laundry and play a nasty game of Dream Chronicles against my sister. I have to kick her butt tomorrow; it will be glorious.

I wasn't idle all day, oh, no. I was just non-idle within the confines of the house.

Nothing else went on today; save that NBC Nightly News should watch how they write their news reports. There was a tiger mauling in San Fransisco's zoo yesterday, and wouldn't you know, it gave other zoos pause. PAUSE? PAUSE? It wasn't a funny incident; someone died from this mauling and two other people were injured, but that didn't stop me laughing at the unintentional pun.

There's nothing wonderful to report; except there's A WEEK TO GO! A. WEEK. TO. GO !!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Cheers,
Bec

Christmas Day (With A Dash of PINK Revulsion)

Here's what I got:

Three pairs of earrings

A battery charger (Mom and me agree that it's too big and we're going to get me a smaller one)

Rechargeable batteries (my digital camera needs them)

Atlantis Season 3 (which I wouldn't have known I was getting if Anna had shut her big mouth last night. She read off the clue, that silly nit, and the clue was "Lost Continent." UM, gee, it could be ATLANTIS?) Anyway, thrilled to bits that I got it, and have already watched some. Probably will watch more tomorrow. GLEE.

Light blue hoodie jumper thing (need one. My old one has the label of DON)

But horror struck at Grandma's house. She pulled a fast one this year.

From Grandma K., I got PINK jammies. PINK. PINK! My barely concealed outrage is at the fact that she didn't get me what I wanted (underwear. Is it too much to ask?)

oH No. SHE GOT ME PINK PJ'S. WHAT AM I, TWELVE?

My grandmother knows very well that at the ripe old age of 21 years, 8 months, and 3 days, I hate pink. I hate pink in almost all its forms. So she gets me something entirely, unabashedly, totally PINK.

I will take blue. I will take red. I will take black. But please, for heaven's sake, I have begged and begged and begged her not to buy me pink and she does it to me at least once every 5 years just to remind me that she doesn't like me.

She also got me a manicure set for traveling and two bottles of stuff that I don't know if I can fit in with everything else.

Except for the PINK (Agh, my eyes!) blemish on my Christmas things have gone rather smoothly. Most of the family doesn't speak to me, so it was mighty peaceful around the relatives today with all that silence.

That's about it. One week to go.

Cheers,
Bec

ho, Ho, HO

Dad is attempting to put up the tree. Mom is wrapping presents and gave me the evil eye when I walked over there (apparently I'll eat later)

We didn't die from all the snow coming down and Spritey the dog was quite happy to dig her face in a snowbank last night, and I had to wipe her nose off because she was covered in the stuff. Whisper was a little more mature and made me put my boots and coat on last night because I thought she'd tangled the chain. Turns out she was fine and just didn't want to come inside.

Tonight we go to church and then we go to Uncle Eugene's (my father's mother's brother, so great uncle, but he's always been Uncle Eugene) and we eat fish balls! They're this little fried fish things and they are absolutely divine. I eat piles of them like chocolate.

If I could learn how to make them we would never have to attend this party again. I only get them once a year and today's the day! Joy! It's really what Christmas is all about-fish balls tonight, torture from the relations tonight and tomorrow!

One week, three days. Waiting is really, really annoying...can't I just go already?

Cheers,
Bec

Snow And Broken Cars

Well, we have been thoroughly snowed. At least a foot, maybe a foot and a half and still falling. It was ankle deep this morning when we plowed through the first time; our tracks were almost filled in by the time we got home two hours later.

I hate winter.

Then, to add to the joyousness of this pre-Christmas slop, though we could barely get the car open this morning much less get the little bugger to run, on the way home the belt came off inside the car and Dad couldn't get to it because the hood was frozen shut. We made it home without power steering. Barely.

Dad is downstairs stoking the woodstove. He has already soundly cursed the car, the snow, and humanity in general, and soon he will bless the tree like he does every year with a pile of curses.

I love Christmas.

Everyone's kind of tired and angry at each other; this is also a pre-Christmas tradition. We all snipe at each other for days before Christmas and then plaster on smiles for the next 48 hours, enough to make our faces crack. Some of the smiles are genuine; most of them are directed at relatives while we pray to heaven above that this year they won't be the jerks they usually are.

This prayer, alas, goes unanswered.

One thing more: Mom apparently has told no one in church I'm going to England. This is going to make things interesting next weekend when everyone finds out and then attempts to waylay me to find out where I'm going, what I'll be doing there, when I'm leaving, how long I'll be gone, if I'm going alone, and what side trips I'll be taking when I am there. Then I have to hear the "Someone I know/I went to someplace close to England/other side of the planet and the accompanying travel disaster/experience/reminder directed at me, in an effort to help.

I will never remember all of this advice from everyone trying to help out. They mean well. I just won't recall any of it when I'm digging my nails deep into the arms of the airplane seat, trying not to think about all that ocean beneath the plane...

Anna is playing that remarkably annoying, perpetually pain-in-the-ass stuffed musical Santa Claus. Have to go rip his sound box out.

Cheers,
Bec

All Unpacked, And NOW...

Now, I have to start PACKING for the trip. Isn't life sickeningly cyclical? (Dare you to say that five times fast...)

It rained/snowed/gushed ick from the clouds last night, and so today the world looks sort of blah without the snow on the trees.

We're about to get a major snowstorm here-around a foot predicted. First the rain, now this. I hate winter.

Can't think of much else going on. I'm finding tea harder to make when you actually have to heat the water yourself; it's making me miss the cafeteria with its automatic hot water maker. I think I've been spoiled.

Mom and Dad are supposedly going Christmas shopping down south today; that's probably when the stuff for Harlaxton will come out and get sorted. This is going to be a long day...

If we aren't buried in horrible, terrible snow I will write you tomorrow. If not, you know I have eloped with Frosty the Snowman's brother and gone to Acapulco to become an instant widow.

Cheers,
Bec

Home Again

I have to go unpack the car. The entire trunk and backseat were full of my possessions last night and I wound up in the front smashed between Mom and Dad, who were taking the "family togetherness" thing a little too far. I know they missed me but geez...

So, this morning, I have to get my stuff back in the house...by myself. This could, quite possibly, take all day. Most likely it will. Then we can start on Harlaxton stuff.

I should really get to it-we may need the car later today and here I am holding it hostage with half a dorm room in there.

Cheers,
Bec

Moving OUT.

This room looks like a tornado toured it. There are bedsheets on the floor in a heap, there's my clothes piled in a corner awaiting their next instructions, there's more clothes piled on the dresser and I'm not even going to start on where the socks wound up.

This is called Moving Day, and while it seems easy to just lump up things, throw them in something and off you go, it's a lot more complicated than that because SOME stuff has to be kept SEPARATE from OTHER STUFF. Though those piles have accidentally gotten mixed, I know what goes where, and no interfering people can mess with the system I have set up here.

That means I have my bedsheets in a heap. They will heap on until I get back from going to Walgreens, and until I can set some things straight around here.

I hope no one comes to inspect this room because disaster seems to have struck and it won't unstrike until I get around to fixing it. Probably this afternoon.

One more final and completion will be mine. Math went well; I think I failed it spectacularly. You can never just fail if you're an English major. It's got to have some kick, some pizzazz. Therefore, I didn't just FAIL. I FAILED SPLENDIFEROUSLY.

It's nice to know I didn't just bomb it; adjective use is such a comfort in times like this.

Well, I guess I have to make this place look slightly more respectable than it does at the current time. Maybe. I might heap the sheets more neatly...

Cheers,
Bec

15 Days To Go

Yesterday was a wee bit hectic, but today has been nothing but quiet. I have nothing to do today; no finals. The roommate is packing up her possessions in a partial move out, her new roommate has her small invasion in the corner, and the current roommate's sister is also piling things in here.

Add my stuff and you've got a recipe for broken ankles. Probably mine.

The roommate denies this, but she obviously hasn't known me long enough to know I can trip over nothing in my path and still injure myself. It's a talent.

Tomorrow the Great Migration begins and I will start working harder on that once I've finished the things I wanted to finish today. It's hard to pack when you don't have boxes to pack the stuff IN.

Time to take Ex-PixieStick-Calibur off the wall and give it to my sisters so they can see if sniffing Pixiestick sugar up your nose really does get you high. Ah, the holidays!

Cassie gave me some very lovely presents today, including a tea set that I desperately want to use if only to look high-class. I'm going to be good and not open it.

She also gave me some great makeup so that I can looking absolutely smashing, dahling, overseas. I might actually look like a GIRL at times. Shock, isn't it?

Stargate is having three marathons in a week. Too bad I won't get to watch it on Christmas Day-I'll be too busy enjoying my relatives (snorts derisively)

I think I want a burrito, so I'm going to go up the hill and get myself one.

Cheers,
Bec

Things Are Getting Odd Around Here

I'm starting to feel like someone with a terminal illness. Today I finished work for the semester, and since fall seems a really long way off, it feels somewhat like I'm never coming back.

Ditto on everything else. Your brain starts doing this to you when it knows it's going someplace: Not going in there again this semester...gee, last time I'll see him/her this year...last weekend...(SNIFF)

It's enough to drive a sane person mad. I'm not leaving forever, although everyone is acting like it, and I'm coming back. Mostly in one piece, even.

If a sob fest starts around here I am walking out on it, and don't even get me started on people refusing to understand that next semester I won't be here.

See what I mean? It's like I'm going and no one knows it, so I have to keep telling them I'm going and then they're all surprised. I don't look like I'm going; I don't look like I'm not going to be here, because I'm here now.

Aren't these people going to be surprised when I'm NOT here next semester? Then I'll get back in the fall and they'll all be like, "Where in hell have you been? I didn't see you ALL last semester?"

It's not like most of them care anyway; I'm usually invisible and strangely only become visible when I'm not there. They'll note my absence more than my presence-now isn't that just a cup of fritters?

I should wear a shirt saying I'm leaving town in three days. ANNOUNCEMENT: WILL BE ABSENT FROM YOUR EXISTENCES VERY SOON. ENJOY ME WHILE YOU GOT ME.

KISS ME NOW BOYS; THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE?

WARNING: NOT COMING BACK NEXT SEMESTER?

Because if I have to explain to ONE MORE person that I'm going to be 5,000 miles away in 2 1/2 weeks I am going to scream.

Meanwhile, on the getting things done front, my one paper is half-finished and the other is going to take about 5 minutes. Give me an hour on the story and I'm done for the semester. Joy.

Still debating over whether I should do a reprint of Isolde Diaries, now that the kinks are worked out and all. I have to make this decision before Wednesday because if I'm going to be buying something to keep the pages in I want to get it while I'm buzzing around town.

Should get back to the paper now and get some actual work done on the thing before this "I feel like I have a terminal illness" thing really starts getting to me.

Cheers,
Bec

Six Hours Later...

I worked 6 hours tonight in the library. It was long and tiring but I DID manage to correct the two major mistakes I made with Isolde Diaries, insert some page numbers and put a nice header on all of the pages. This in between being interrupted by patrons as I tried to eat dinner. Oh, well. Comes with the job.

What else? Not much. My roommate is trying to send me into a diabetic coma-so far she's plied me with fudge, a McDonald's apple "this is not pie" pie and now she brought in a trio of cupcakes, taking one for herself. If she keeps this up I'm going to go into sugar shock. I need a drink of water. Excuse me.

Ah, that's better. Anyhoo, the roommate wants to watch Two Towers tonight; I want to watch the extended edition but I know she won't last that long so I'll give in and watch the short version, without all the cool scenes in the middle. Maybe I'll watch Gandalf's battle with the Balrog BEFORE she and I settle to it and that way I'll have seen it. At least I'll get to watch Legolas surf down a flight of stairs shooting arrows all the while like some sort of blonde Cupid from hell. I love that scene...

Gotta go do important stuff that has nothing to do with finals.

Cheers,
Bec

Saturday Is Spent Doing...

I watched tons of Stargate today, more than I've watched in months. I happen to love Stargate very much, but since I sold my DVD box sets I haven't watched it a lot. I am waiting until I have a lot of money saved up, and I'm going to get the full 10 season box set. I want it really, really bad.

Today reminded me why I am still holding out hope that I will get the full DVD set in the next year-this show was good. I watched SG-1 trying to stop an asteroid coming at the earth, and deal with failing engines, a concussion, a leaking hull, meteor showers, and the fact that the rock coming at the Earth wasn't a regular looking space pebble. Oh, and the fact that the bomb wires were ALL YELLOW...heh heh...and a liberal sprinkling of sarcasm and snark to make the apparently ten days spent riding off to save the world worth it.

I have a lot of work to do tonight, and seeing as I just described pretty much everything I did today, I will sign off.

Cheers,
Bec

Classes Done...And Now I Have Some Energy...

Got the laundry in, got the carpet vacuumed, got my mailbox cleaned out...

Disgusting that I can't do this earlier in the week, but my energy levels perked up today and while I felt good I got most of the stuff done I still need to do. I still need to do scans of some stuff, return some books to the bookstore...

Hours later, I have watched a whole bunch of Torchwood with one of my friends. We had fun; it was nice to share it with someone.

I have nothing else to say really; tomorrow is a day off!

Ta,
Bec

Gallumphing To The Finish Line

Why am I gallumphing? Because my knee is back to normal. I am bouncing (bouncing!) up stairs today without any pain or any painkillers at all. It's like being set loose-now my body almost keeps up with my mind!

One week and I'll be getting ready to leave here. One. Week.

It feels like a thousand years till then; I have two papers due next week and all for the same class. Curses. And I thought I'd get a break during finals week...oh, ha.

3 WEEKS TILL MY GRAND DEPARTURE! EEEEEEEE!

I have decided the day will be called either E-day or

Terrified
Airplane
Rider
Does
International
Stuff

Hee hee. Doctor Who reference. I am so hopeless...

I'm in class right now; I should probably be paying attention. Shyeah. I'm being reviewed today and I have not a doggone clue how the class is about to tear my story asunder. I fear the future-the near future. Mostly the next two hours.

Tomorrow I have one last class, and while I want the weekend to be mine I know the papers will loom until I do them and turn them in.

I'd better sign off, seeing as I can't think of anything else to say. I swear that when the England stuff starts, there'll be a mountain of writing but I'm busy and stuff now. And time with my torturous, rotten relatives is still 12 days away, and seeing as I've hacked that particular Godzilla already, I don't see much point in rehashing why I hate those people. Go read November's entries. Then remember that we're in December...la. There you go. It's the same damn thing at Thanksgiving as it is at Christmas. Ignored and everything, but I get presents this time, so it soothes my burned and scorched soul.

Am I bothered? Not at all. As long as I get my fair share at Christmas, nobody gets hurt.

Ta,(my new favorite word and I'm going to abuse it as much as I like)
Bec

A LA TUESDAY!

I finished a paper today. That's it.

I am becoming terminally lazy, although my knee problem has improved. I think. Guess I'll have to wait and see with it.

Had my last Parks class today, as the teacher is disappearing off to somewhere by Thursday and so she canceled the last class. One less thing to do this week...

Had my last Theory class tonight; got a B- on my first paper from the class. Pretty good, considering I spent 6 days working on the thing.

Not much else to say, so I think I'll end this entry right here.

Cheers,
Bec

Monday Means Nothing Gets Done

I have all of two things today, and the first thing doesn't even start till noon. This gives me a license for laziness (when I get to England it'll be a LICENCE. :)

Hence, I am having breakfast in my room today because I just don't want to move. What little supplies I have left are a fairly decent meal, actually, very international: I have salsa and chips (that covers the Southern hemisphere) and then miso soup(that gets the Eastern) and then dried cranberries and biscotti (which gets Europe and North America all in one go.) And orange tea. That gets England (and India if you want to get technical)

So, having created this mishmish international mess, I am going to stuff my face. Have to get rid of this stuff sometime.

We have this week and next week and then about a week until I GO. I stopped having the dreams, but still freaking out a little bit. Everyone who's ever been on a plane is telling me it'll be fine. All I can say is, yeah, and they said the Titanic could float, too. That doesn't mean it did when it kissed the iceberg...

Got my sister's shower basket last night, which makes Dad the last one I have to buy anything for for Christmas.

Not much else going on. I think I'll stay in my pajamas awhile and then maybe I'll shower and dress and meander off to class. No need to rush.

My right knee is complaining a bit but I can make it behave with medication. Thank my personal deity for ibuprofen.

Been writing a bit; nothing useful, really. Just stuff. After finishing Torchwood on Saturday I watched one particular scene again, and apparently it didn't knock me until I watched it the second time round. Let's just say it reminded me again why I watch scifi-because sometimes the characters are more human when they've been messed up by supernatural events. Sometimes the more inhuman the things that happen to them are, the more human they become.

Anyway, I wrote something to try and explain that scene; I can't do it justice but I tried. Words are my venue but sometimes they don't do anything but get in the way.

Ah, I hear Tim the custodian going by with his cart, which means he's finished and I can go take a shower.

Cheers,
Bec

A Bit Depressed

My knees hurt today; not totally sure why. Just another marker of the "You can't go leaping down stairs (or up stairs, as the case may be) or do anything youthful, uh uh."

I can't be happy or joyful or exuberant because THAT might set off some OTHER part that was already bad but I didn't know it yet.

Sigh. I'm whining. What were the good things that happened today?

Finished Torchwood. Jack died again for a couple of days, but true to form he popped right back up again and went after the Doctor at the end of the episode. Ianto showed a bit of guff and shot Owen (Ianto being a gentle, sweet soul 95% of the time, it was nice to see him show some backbone to typical hardnose, angry bastard Owen. I cheered him on)

Gwen was her gentle, sweet self as usual and Tosh was just grateful that Jack actually followed her out of the 1940's instead of staying with his namesake (like it would have done him any good anyway since the guy died the next day and he knew it)

Likely you have no idea what I just said. No matter. It was a great ending.

Didn't do much else today, except I missed going to the movies with my friend and her boyfriend and it was all my fault. Hopefully she will read this and the e-mail I sent and forgive me for being, pardon my French and Gallifreyan mix, a right Rassilon fuckup. I screwed up again. Won't be the first time, won't be the last time. I suck. I'm awful. I'd supplicate in the ancient Greek fashion but my knees wouldn't be able to take it and you'd be embarrassed and so would I.

26 DAYS TILL I GET OUT OF HERE. 26 DAYS :> OY VEY...

Here, I'll do this. I am going to swear in every alien way I can think of, okay? Lets off a little tension, eh?

FRAK (Hate Galactica but love this word)
RASSILON (Doctor Who!)
FRELL (Oh, Farscape, wish I could watch you on American TV)
CHELNAK (OK not really but SG-1 never really HAD one)
And since Atlantis doesn't have one either, we'll just settle for ROD-NEE!

Gotta go. Roommate and I are watching Who.

Cheers,
Bec

A Quiet Sort of Friday

This seems to be the week for completing things. I'm currently about three hours away from being completed with Torchwood season 1, which means being done for now, anyway. Atlantis has one more episode before their mid-season break, but as I'm going to be away when the next half airs, I probably won't see the end of it until May or June sometime. And Heroes curtained this week for an indefinite period because of the writer's strike, which means that's done for me for the moment.

I have been exceptionally lazy today because I think I needed the break. I've also got Phantom of the Opera on the brain (again), mostly because the handsome guy who heads up Torchwood is also a pretty damn good singer and HE sang one of the songs from it. Now I keep hearing it in my head. I guess I could be hearing worse things...

Meanwhile, working for another hour and a half and then I can watch Atlantis, watch Torchwood, and crash. Sounds like a night in to me...

Nothing much else going on round here. About 26 days to go...

Cheers,
Bec

Early Thursday Morning

I have decided I am losing my mind.

I'm starting to have what you'd call "pre-flight jitters." This means wild, insane dreams concerning me getting left behind at the airport (that was two nights ago), wearing a swimsuit and traipsing around trying to find the International flight desk at O'Hare with people who aren't even going on the flight (this was last night). Stuff like that.

I've only had them two nights in a row, but as my brain is whacko with worries these days they'll probably continue.

Mom, when she hears about this, will tell me to stop worrying. Tell my subconscious mind that, why don't you. I can't shut this stuff off. It's like a fountain of freak-out or something.

I have to go to work in ten minutes. It's my early-morning shift, and it's so dark in this room right now I can't even see the keys I'm typing. How I'm actually getting all this punctuation stuff down is beyond me.

So, inbetween the early morning work and the freaky dreams involving me finding the plane in the hangar and tech guys waving at me (now I KNOW it's a dream) things are starting to get a little strange around here...

Now all I need is an alien invasion ;)

Cheers,
Bec

Snowstorm

It snowed again today; A LOT. It was the equivalent of having tons of good-quality powder dumped on the world 150 billion times. And yes, it was that bad.

I wouldn't mind if snow and all its wonderfulness dumped on a ski hill and on the wildlife...but not on the sidewalks. If I have to stomp through ONE MORE snowstorm I'm going to scream.

That said, England doesn't have snow at the moment and in fact, they have a magical thing called GREEN GRASS, at least according to the e-mail I received several days ago.

I will write less tonight because apparently my fingers, after a month-long dormancy, have decided that now's the perfect time to complain.

It's really my fault-I just told Mom on the phone that I was fine because Lonie was apparently worrying and thinking I was in pain down here, and not ten minutes later during dinner (right during the mashed potatoes and gravy, actually) the right one seized up and nearly made me drop the fork. It was followed two minutes later by the left one. It's a jealousy thing...

I guess Lonie has amazing predicting powers or I should learn to keep my mouth shut.

We have a presentation tonight; I'm not worried. The groups who have gone before have done terribly; we cannot do much worse. I can only hope pot, hippies, or communes do not come up during the debate. Or whiskey. Or communes where hippies run around and do rain dances and smoke pot.

Oh, and by the way, for all of my regular readers out there (all two of you) Mom loved the gloves and now we'll never get them off her hands. She also has my plane ticket and International Student Card. I got the Letter of Intent saying I wasn't going to do anything naughty in England while I'm there.

I started watching a Doctor Who spinoff called "Torchwood" today. Love it. They took a character that they introduced in the original series that everyone fell head over heels for (pansexual intergalactic playboy from the 51st century. And now he can't die, either, no matter what they do to him) and gave him his own little place to play. He's a bit darker than the old Captain Jack Harkness, but he's still got that damn smirk on his face like Tom Cruise.

I, of course, being the weak female who LIKES pansexual intergalactic 51st century playboys who can't die, fell flat on my face for him, despite the fact that the actor's gay. Who cares? I can still LOOK at him...

All I can say is, I like a man in a greatcoat (it makes him look tough)

Well, my hands are now screaming in protest so I think I'll stop here.

Cheers,
Bec

Monday

So, having survived the weekend we are now back on this week thing, which is generally a bad idea.

There's a month to go until I leave and strangely a lot of necessary little things have been done that make this month look like a piece of cake compared to the last one. Famous last words-there's GOT to be something I missed.

Heroes just ended, and while Niki's death was a shocker, Nate's was almost a SAY-WHAT? AND HIS MOTHER BLOODY CONDONED IT. MY GOD. I CAN'T BELIEVE HIS MOTHER ACTUALLY...AGH!

Oh, and Sylar has his powers back. Glory be. Adam's buried underground (ha ha) where he can't do anymore harm (seeing as he can't die, I would assume he's stuck there until his cells run out of energy and he does)

My friend wants me to go off somewhere so this entry is going to be frightfully short.

Cheers,
Bec

I Hate Snow.

Aw, you say. It's only December. Are you saying that you are sick of winter ALREADY?

YES. I AM. After stomping through an inch of it to get to the bus, stomping through an inch and a half of it to get into the mall, being covered with tons of it waiting for the bus again, and then stomping through 3 INCHES of it to get BACK to the DORM, I can safely say I hate it.

I was only gone for an hour, but because of the Instant Winter Wonderland out there (and the fact that most of lower campus' sidewalks haven't been PLOWED) I wore myself out trying to get back here.

I only bought the one thing-Dad got me back late last weekend and so Mom didn't get her thermal gloves like she wanted. I said I would get them, provided she could wait a week. So today was the day. I went in there thinking it'd be a quick five minutes in and out, but the women's gloves in the style I wanted were A) too light-colored (dark is better in these cases. Gets dirty just like others but if you can't see it it's not there) B)too darn small. If my hands won't fit them how the heck will hers?

So, I decided, head for the men's section. Mom doesn't care. She'll wear whatever as long as it isn't stamped with little printed deer or something.

And lo and behold, I found an absolutely, positively smashing pair of BLACK! gloves that are guaranteed to have her hands warm in two minutes flat. I actually found a pair BETTER than mine, if you can believe it. These are supergloves. And they fit my fingers so nicely I almost wanted to swap mine for them.

She'll be so pleased she will never give these up. I done good. :) It was almost worth battling the Snowflake Armies to get them.

I also found out holiday shoppers are idiots. Id-ee-uts. They don't move, they meander. They don't walk straight if they're talking on a cell phone. Excuse me doesn't enter into their vocabulary. And for heaven's sake, they walk the wrong way down the aisles in the mall. HELLO? If everything's coming at you you're headed the wrong way.

They, however, look dumbfounded that everyone seems to be coming at them.

I dealt with them again for an hour today. God bless their little commercialized hearts. If they ever wake up, get off the phones, and actually walk down the right side of the hallway at a speed faster than slo-mo, the world may indeed come to an end.

Well, that's about all the whining I have to do for today. Once I get through to Mom I'm going to mail her these beauties...although I wouldn't mind seeing the look in her eyes when she opens the package...

Cheers,
Bec

Friday Means Nothing Gets Done

Yes, it's Friday, and as the title of this entry suggests, NOTHING is going to get done today.

I have just blazed through 2 episodes of Doctor Who, the ones I've most wanted to see from this past season. He became a mortal, regular, stupid human just like us. It was fun to watch David Tennant playing that sort of depth-the Doc's human form was a great guy, but freaked out a bit when push came to shove and he had to go back to being his old self.

All in all, it was a wonderfully made pair of episodes, and I found myself shouting, "RUN!" or "OPEN THE STUPID WATCH!" more than once (the watch contained his Doctor-ishness, so he had to open it to become himself again)

Anyway, I have some stuff to finish today and I should get to it after class...maybe. I have Housing stuff to do for next fall, stuff to sell at the CD resale place up by Shopko, and a watchband to turn in because it doesn't fit my watch.

If those three things get done today (and only if I get the damn e-mail saying that Ben has gotten someone to cover that shift he wanted covered,) then I can pretty much lay back and smell nonexistent roses...until I have to get my homework done. ;)

I have class in a half hour and boy, don't I want to go. The teacher's not good at teaching; clearly a smart guy but needs some lessons on how to get his class to behave. And how to teach us. It's a 100 level class but for some reason we're getting stuff taught to us that a 300 level class would teach (chemistry of seawater? Molecule of cloroethylene blah blah blah pollutes the bay with such and such percentages?). :0

This class should be basic: "This is the ocean; it's blue." "This is a fish; this is a shark." "This is the ocean surface. It has waves." That sort of stuff.

Well, I should go do important things like put my shoes on and such stuff. Joy.

Cheers,
Bec

Oh, it's Thursday Again.

Pluses: Tomorrow is Friday.

I may be going to see a movie for free next weekend.

My homework doesn't include math!

Because I already finished that.


Minuses: Today is Thursday and it's only half-over.

My laptop battery will be here NEXT week. (About 15 minutes after I wrote this, I got the battery. So much for December 4th)

I have a lot of homework to do.

It's not easy homework either.


So, all in all, your typically long Thursday. I sometimes wonder if I'm paying penance for tomorrow's sins because boy am I going to SLACK OFF. I may even watch the Doctor trying his hand at being mortal for a couple of episodes-wowee!

Have to go to class in about 15 minutes because I have stuff to print off-yes, I have yet to learn my lesson and print the stuff off two or three days before. I doubt I will learn anything in two weeks, either.

I am also drinking tea like an...well, I guess it'd be a British person. Yet another aspect of my personality fallen to the English. Mom keeps saying I'm going to get over there, fall in love with the place, and never come back.

That's crazy. I have to come back and finish college. THEN I might go over there and not come back. Less snow, more rain. And plenty of fish and chips. :)

THAT'S BLOODY BRILLIANT! I SHOULD DO THAT!

Ah, I gotta go in five. Time to round up my stuff.

Cheers,
Bec

HUMP day.

HUMP, of course, stands for "Holy Udder, Middle (of the) Path!"

Currently working one of my two shifts at the library this week. I'll be done within the half hour, then I trip off to class, which apparently is bad to miss today (at least according to the e-mail I was just sent from the prof)

I have so many things to finish today and I honestly don't know if I'll polish them all off or leave half for tomorrow. I'll either get excessively lazy and not finish anything or I'll get excessively OCD and finish all of them.

Will know my blood type after today. Life has become so dull that I am actually looking forward to this knowledge, if only to make me all excited that I HAVE a blood type and I KNOW it.

I could have just ASKED a VAMPIRE and saved myself 13 BUCKS. But I HAD to have it done with HYGENIC NEEDLES and PROPER MEDICAL EQUIPMENT so I guess I have to pay the price, eh?

UPDATE: O Negative, that's who I am. :)

I assume that the nonexistent snow we got last night is yet to come today (if you call a light dusting a snow shower.) We're definitely getting some-my back hasn't hurt that much in ages...

Em liked the Rudolph the door reindeer and so he stays, at least until 2 weeks and 3 days from now. Plus the weekends.

Still going shopping this weekend and STILL searching for Anna's shower basket. Everyone else I've finished, but not Anna. If I don't find it soon I'm going to have to buy her some other college supply thing and Lord knows WHAT my mind will come up with if left to do THAT.

Gotta go to class in 5 and be bored to tears, so I will sign off. 35 days till H-Day! Or is it E-Day? Or is it YAY I'M GOING TO BLOODY ENGLAND!!!! Day?

Must think on this. There has to be a better name for that day....

Cheers,
Bec

Today: Getting Things Done

So far today I have:

Called the clinic back home to find out if they had my blood type on file. They said they didn't. So that meant I would have to get it, so I called Student Health Services and arranged an appointment with them. Then I tried to call my mother.

Couldn't get through to Mom (she must have left for work already) so I watched an episode of the Doctor, then went to tutoring, waited an hour, went to class, watched another episode of the Doctor, went up the hill, got blood drawn but was told the results wouldn't be in till tomorrow after 2, went over to Towers to deal with Housing stuff and came back down the hill.

So, tomorrow. Work, class, wait a bit, up the hill to get my results, then another class, then I MIGHT get to take a night off and watch more of the Doctor (he seems to be fitted around everything else. What I'm going to do when I run out of episodes next week I don't know)

I wouldn't be getting my blood type tested if I didn't know I was accident-prone and needing it. But better safe than sorry. If I know my blood type at least then I won't have to find out all over again someday, and that's always nice to know.

Not much else going on today besides the stuff I've already listed off. My laptop battery has YET to arrive and now I'm getting impatient. I should call my sister and find out what's going on with it.

Update from later on: She says it left California and it should arrive around December 4th-NEXT WEEK. Oy...

I just made a reindeer for the front door. Hope Em doesn't think he's too anemic-looking.

Cheers,
Bec

Two Days Missed

Friday's appointment was five minutes in and out. No change to my meds-apparently the doc was happy with the way I am now. I guess if my knuckles aren't constantly screaming in pain then that's the measure of how bad I am.

Saturday was spent rounding up small objects for leaving the country. You wouldn't believe the amount of small objects needed for this trip, but I got most of them.

Meanwhile, took forever to get back here yesterday thanks to Dad's constant lateness problem. If we'd started earlier, Mom would have been able to get the gloves she needed and her frozen fingers would be more comfortable. Now I have to go and get them this weekend on my time off. Oh, well. Another trip to the mall for me :)

Not much going on yet; I have some things to finish today because I didn't do them yet.

I'll write more when I am less busy-gotta go make a LIST!

Cheers,
Bec

Post-Thanksgiving Notes

Well, there goes Thanksgiving, and for me I am only thanking the fact that it's over. Got ignored by most of the relatives just like I expected; fortunately was acknowledged by those that I actually WANTED to talk to.

So, all in all, exactly what I have come to expect from holidays with my family. Luckily I kept myself entertained with other things and so I was never bored most of the time.

Today will be loads more fun! Doctor's visit! I may actually get my medication changed! Something may actually go right for once!

When I wrote most of this blog last night in the car on the way home(!), I was listening to Avril Lavigne warbling like a sick canary on the radio and was apparently wishing she would lose her voice. I was also smashed between Sara and Dad, and commented that at least I was warm. Anna was driving until the snow caused a whiteout on the road and she and Dad had to switch places so that we could get home.

Mom, of course, was covering her eyes or trying to pretend she was sleeping through the whole thing. She panics when Anna or Sara drives.

Today was Black Friday and pretty soon we'll hear reports of people being trampled at Target because they were just too slow for the rushing mob of parents wanting lead-free non-Chinese made toys. Long live consumerism.

Cheers,
Bec

I'm Free...But Where's My Taxi?

So, I've watched Doctor Who lose Rose to a parallel universe (boy, did I cry over THAT one...and as is usual with sad goodbyes, the Doctor took so long to say "Rose Tyler, I love you," that the transmission cut out at the "I" bit and so he never actually SAID it. Oy.)

And there he was, with tears in his eyes, all alone on the TARDIS again.

WHAAAAAAAAAAA!

On a happier note, I am getting the H out of Dodge. That is, if my chariot ever shows up. I'm packed, I'm done with all the projects I think need finishing before hols (oh, my Britishisms are coming out to play. Fine, then. That's just grand. Think I'll potter off and have a cup of tea...)

I am all set to be ignored tomorrow. Let them treat me like a piece of wall paneling! Let them play their silly games! Let them walk past me as if I were an ant observing the festivities! Screw them all! I get food regardless of their idiocy and lack of knowledge about the existential parallel multidimensional universe that I seem to exist in alone! Yes!

It's snowing. I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy about it anymore or whether it's already gotten old. It hasn't even stuck to the ground yet and I'm fed up with it. I really need a vacation.

So here I sit, run out of things to do. I could do math homework (cue uproarious laughter)

Or I could watch Matt Bellamy do that thing to the balloon again...think I'll do that.

Cheers. When I write you next, oh few readers, I will be in a place called Thanksgiving Holiday '07-Cue the Terrible, Horrible Relatives!

Bec

Day Before I Am Unleashed

Today was Tuesday...and what a long Tuesday it was. I felt like Tantalus-about to drink the water only to have it drain away beneath my feet; about to pick the fruit off the tree only to have the stupid tree say no and leap up out of my reach.

Thanksgiving will no longer suck so much seeing as I have legally downloaded three Muse concerts in order to alleviate any case of boredom I may experience. I have a choice: I can either go with one from 2001, one from 2004, or one from 2006. Each has its own unique merits, but my mood on Thursday will really determine which one gets my vote.

I should be packing now; I have so much to do before I leave tomorrow and here I am not doing anything at all, 'cept typing. Em's packing like a maniac; but she's had more time than me, anyway.

Now I'm into a debate over whether I should pack my stuffed moose Mustard, my sheep Cotton, and my monkey Bongo (oh and Heathcliff, too) and send them home now or wait until Christmastime and pack them in with everything else. Choices, choices...

Along with books, DVD's, videos, jewelry...should I pack it all in a box and send it home yet or send it home along with me and spend a large portion of two weeks sorting the stuff out, along with trying to sort out what goes overseas with me?

The stress is killing me. Mustard is up on my DVD's looking sad at me-I think he LIKES being here, but he's not something I NEED down here. Same with the other three...

Well, I should make these decisions when I haven't sat in class and ignored the teacher for three straight hours. I was reading the book he assigned. Shame on me.

Gotta go pack. This would be so much easier if I had beaming technology...or a U-Haul to call my own...

Cheers,
Bec

Nothing

Today absolutely nothing was done; save that I watched a lot of-you guessed it-Doctor Who. Some Muse in there, little bit of Incubus.

The goal I have set is finishing Season 2 of the Doctor's current run by Tuesday (there are only 13 episodes in a given season.) So far I'm completely on track to finish. I'm now up to the two-parter where Who goes to Hell (say THAT five times fast)

I want to start Season 3 (the year when Rose is gone and Martha steps in as the new Companion) when I get back. I can take forever with season 3; it's the last one aired so far.

Um, that's about it. My arm is better but not great; if the weather gets bad I'm going to be in trouble all over again, so there's no good rejoicing that the damn thing works again.

Gotta be getting to bed.

Cheers,
Bec

My Day Is Being Typed One-Handed...

My left arm and I have to have a chat. Actually it's my wrist (again) and I want a hacksaw or Vicodin. Dope me up and send me downriver...

It's been really sore and I assume I am still suffering from two weeks ago when I got overexuberant and knocked it silly. I apparently didn't completely recover.

I just hope I don't get a fierce telling-off next week from the doctor (pronounced with a Dashing British Accent) when he finds I've been rejoicing over Pete getting his memory back on Heroes. Mom told me I shouldn't have been so happy. Well excuuuuuse me...

But now I have problems. This is going to screw up my entire week. What am I going to do if the darn thing starts misbehaving on Thanksgiving and I have to invent some excuse as to why I can't open the cans of creamed corn? Or when I can't cut my own turkey?

But then there's always the option of doping myself senseless on painkillers in order to alleviate both pains at once: the pain of being around my relatives and the pain in my wrist.

At least I only have to live through 2 1/2 days this week. And my relations. And my doctor's visit...

I'm watching "Chronicles of Narnia," one of my favorite movies. Hopefully Em can stay awake through it this time.

I think that's just about it for today; typing one-handed is such an annoying thing to do; infinitely slow and meticulous.

Cheers,
Bec

Hey, Friday!

Actually, it's not Friday anymore here, but Saturday morning. Very early Saturday morning. My roommate wanted to watch Pirates of the Caribbean Number One, and I obliged, only to watch her fall asleep AGAIN. I think I'm about to turn it off; I want to go to bed and I'm not watching it anyway.

Not much to report. I scanned a sickening amount of documents for England today; now they're on the computer and I can print endless copies when I want to.

Did laundry (yay)

I don't know what I'll do tomorrow now that pretty much everything else is done around here; save a tad bit of homework.

Well, that's about it. My medication still isn't working; fingers still hurt. One week until I get a reprieve from my suffering. Kansari had better give me good drugs this time. I need 'em.

Gotta go get some sleep :}

Cheers,
Bec

Writing in Class Again

Today I won't complain like I did yesterday, mostly because it's cold out and my fingers hurt a lot today.

Nothing much going on, except I spoke with Mom and we've been invited down to Aunt Wanda's again. If you're a regular reader of this blog, last week Thursday's entry said everything I needed to say on this particular subject.

So Thanksgiving is going to be a complete and utter bust, as far as fun goes. I have to get games installed on this laptop so I can actually DO stuff with it when I'm being ignored next week.

I have everyone's Christmas present except Anna's, because I just haven't gotten to the right store to buy it yet. Sara's done, Mom's done, Dad is always an optional because he's so blasted hard to buy for. Oh. I have to get Lonie's, too...darn. Nearly forgot her again.

Today's been sort of slow; I think I'm on the up from my cold now. My head is clearing and my cough is pretty much gone. I may have actually beat this thing. I was hoping to be able to make the rest of them sick next week (revenge for making me show up at Thanksgiving dinner,) but that would mean I would have to be sick all this weekend and that's no fun at all.

Tomorrow I go a-scanning. You won't BELIEVE how much stuff I have rounded up; and there's more coming yet. I want to get the stuff I have done so that when the next boatload of things to have copies of for England comes in I will be ahead of the game.

I found a thing called the Urban Dictionary today, and just by chance I happened to look up Matt Bellamy. There are many people who truly believe he is a musical genius; a lunatic; or just plain WOW.

What scares me is that I think he's all THREE. Sometimes there aren't words; I have found a person who defies them. There's this...air of distractedness about him when he's being interviewed. Half the time you would assume he's unaware of most of what's going on. Sometimes he doesn't even know what award his band is winning at an award show (thank God for Dom the drummer in these situations)

But there's this pinpoint accuracy focus thing (and he gets really wild on stage, too) that comes on when he's playing piano or singing or playing guitar. And then there's this peaceful, quiet side of him when he's just zoning out.

I cannot sort out whether the man is schizo or just plain amazing.

I'm sorry. Rhapsodizing again...

Gotta go. Class break now, but class starts again in a couple of minutes.

Cheers,
Bec

Honestly...

Tonight I grew tired of beating around the bush. So here's some hard honesty from little old me. It's not pretty, it's the truth.

I think I'm getting frustrated and here's the reason why:

I am about this close to snapping. If anyone in this little corner of the universe is more sexually frustrated than me right now, I would love to meet them. Especially if they're a guy.

But what can I do about it but peel labels off of bottles until I howl because my fingers hurt?

I really, physically NEED someone to end this but mentally I know damn well I don't. With the rheumatoid continuing to make me want to throw hissy fits, it's not a good time. And then there's going to England in a month and a half. SO not a good time to get a guy...

So in short, my misery wants company but my plans just won't allow it.

But everyone wants me to date someone; possibly to erase any memory of last year's little fiasco. I AM looking, with great restraint and cunning. But lately it feels like my restraint is about ten seconds away from snapping in two.

It's not like I don't know how to "fire off the rockets" on my own, but lately it's working less and less to let off the steam and now I'm beginning to think I need therapy to keep from going whacko.

This can't be good for my psyche; it can't be healthy.

And to HELL with religion. If God can't answer a simple question I asked him, then he clearly will not care if I go off and get laid, for once.

In summary, I need therapy or I need to stop thinking so much or I need to get laid. Possibly all three.

Oh, but I'm not done. Not by a long shot. I can't understand this, but I have a "repulsive to guys" thing. Guys don't notice me for the most part. Don't know why. It's been this way since I was 16, and while I've wanted it to change, it hasn't. With about three minor exceptions, I have pretty much been left out in the cold when it comes to someone being attracted to me.

AND of course all this being ignored and yet being dreadfully horny at least half the time has made me depressed.

And you think: Well, yeah. If guys ignored me like the plague and my twisted, overheated mind admired the male form immensely and wanted a piece of the action but couldn't even get a NIBBLE, despite valiant and heroically continued efforts, OF COURSE I'd be depressed.

So it goes. I get depressed. I hide. I sit at my computer all day, every day watching Youtube videos, living vicariously through Doctor Who and other characters, reading hot fanfic to make myself feel better, and listening to endless bouts of Muse. I grin, smile, laugh, and la-dee-dah, pretending I am totally, completely loving life when really I can't stand another minute of it.

This, of course, backfires when you realize that I do NOT go out and party or drink or stay out late. I make the excuse that it's the rheumatoid, but really I'm so out of the dating loop that I'm terrified I will, forgive my French, fuck up and totally blow it with society in general.

This adds to the problem because as everyone knows, the first rule of dating is to throw yourself out there. Make yourself visible. But how do you become visible when you were invisible in the first place?

The going to England thing is, I believe, an attempt to escape my misery. This time I'm going to get out of it, this time I will escape it.

I am trying not to think that in May I will be in exactly the same position as now, only more miserable because yet another attempt to escape my boring life has been foiled.

I am truly and viciously caught in a trap of my own design. I've been living on a little puffy cloud of hope and light, but little puffy clouds of light only last so long, and mine is just about gone.

I am a rather nice, smart, fairly unique, so-so attractive person who is internally imploding and if I could find a way to stop it I would.

Being the snake swallowing its own tail isn't so easy if you're the snake. I think, metaphorically speaking, I am that poor, bewildered snake.

See how easy it is being me?

I get tired of people not understanding how tiring each day is when (step in my shoes for a minute, here) when you LOOK at a nice-looking guy in class and see his eyes sweep RIGHT over you and onto the girl sitting next to you, how frustrating it is when you are nice and sweet to a guy only to have them start flirting with the girl behind you.

You start to wonder if maybe your hormones are crazy; maybe you're crazy; maybe you're not trying hard enough; maybe you did something wrong; are you just not good enough anymore? Were you ever good enough? Will you ever BE good enough? It makes you question whether you will ever get out of the little cycle you seem to be in.

I'm not stupid enough to believe it isn't me anymore. 5 years of basically nothing at all has taught me it's my fault. If I could just figure out what I'm doing wrong, I might be able to fix it...

Ah, listen to my whining. It's about time for some antidepressants. Bring on the Muse; I need a pick-me-up...

Cheers,
Bec

Climbing The Walls

More Who today. Only 2, though, as I had a lot of things to catch up on. Funny how that happens when I'm not behaving...

My cold is no better; though practically everyone else on this side of the 3rd floor is sick, too, so it's nice to have company. My roommate's sick, too. She's been dizzy and she went to the doctor. The doctor said it was some sort of virus.

I can only assume that I have it, too, though to a lesser degree-my dizziness is less.

What else? Got class in just over an hour (whoopee), the roommate has a big bouquet of roses from her boyfriend on my dresser (I told her to put them there, but I can't smell them with my nose stuffed up like this)

Got the stickers on my laptop today and they turned out pretty good. Wish I could have more color, but you can't have everything in life.

I have to start thinking Harlaxton stuff, too, or I'm never going to get any of it done. Starting tomorrow I'm going to make a list of all the things I need copies of.

Also, I'm suddenly writing very philosophically and have no idea how I'm doing it. Real introspective stuff; interesting but useless otherwise. I need plots and dialogue and I'm getting wonky stuff about life and humanity. I have no idea what I'll do with this stuff; possibly could wrap it into a story someplace, but enh...

I think I'm losing it; I think the combination of a cold, too much Doctor Who, and a slight case of cabin fever (okay, make that a triple case) have finally sent me off to Margaritaville. And no, I don't like Jimmy Buffett...

Gotta go. Lots to do.

Cheers,
Bec

Oh, It's Monday...

Back to the grind; here we go again.

I have decided I am not speaking to Brandon until he apologizes for chasing me UP THE STAIRS of the KT dorm with the camera on Saturday night. I asked him to leave me alone and he refused. I suppose he thought it was funny, but I didn't.

Sunday was boring. Watched some more of the Doctor, did a little math homework, laughed over Dog's Breakfast again.

Today promises to be no better. I have a math test tonight (oh JOY and rapture). I'll study for it when I get back from class.

Heroes tonight; eager to find out everything about Pete's apparent resurrection from the dead.

5 weeks of school left. Can this semester ever be over?

Gotta go (and cheers),
Bec

My Ex-Boyfriend Is An ASS

Brandon is taking pictures of me and I'm going to hurt him if he takes any more of them. Most of them are going to be me trying to stop him taking pictures. I am not photogenic; I would make a terrible rock star.

I just got through (survived, persevered) through a 3 HOUR Casanova miniseries...all so I could watch David Tennant for three hours. Boy, did he look like he was having fun roughing up all those women...I had fun watching him having fun...

I'm closing this entry now because I'm going to have Brandon for a late-night snack.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.


Bec

Who-ed Out

As luck would have it, I had the day pretty much off today.

As luck would have some more it, Scifi was running a marathon of Doctor Who.

I may have seen everything I was watching today once already, but I get such a kick out of David Tennant's wild and crazy way of playing the Doctor that I have trouble taking my eyes off the screen.

For those not in the know, Doctor Who is THE premiere British scifi show. It's the longest-running scifi show on the entire planet (35 years), but the reason it's run so long and not gotten worn out is because of the plot line: The Doctor is the last member of an alien race known as the Time Lords, who were peaceful, really smart guys until these little bastard conical grater-looking robots with tinny voices called Daleks came along and wiped them out. Supposedly, he's the last of his kind.

Except for this guy. He's almost a thousand years old, and can continually regenerate himself if badly injured enough. This means that you could continually switch actors to play him, and indeed they have-there have been 10 incarnations thus far. He goes by the Doctor. That's just his name. Nobody has ever stated his real one.

This thing's been running so long that the actors playing the Doctor now were watching the first episodes as kids. It's such a cultural thing in England that it's as popular as tea and crumpets.

I watched too much of it today. My brain is hurting. Think I'm going to bed...

Cheers,
Bec

Two Weeks To Thanksgiving

I am not looking forward to Thanksgiving. Especially if these things happen:

A) Some idiot relative decides to invite us over for Thanksgiving.

B)The idiot who does is my grandma or my aunt Wanda.

Granted, my Aunt Wanda is not an idiot, but she'd be a fool to let all of her by-marriage relations descend on her house like a horde of locusts. Last year when Thanksgiving was dead-ended (Grandma slipped on the ice and broke herself) Wanda took off for her parents house and locked the place up. Then when Grandma and her Sordid Company came through wanting to use her bathroom, they found the place closed up entirely. Grandma might have complained, but the rest of us rejoiced Wanda becoming one of us rebels.

Mom has already promised me use of my laptop if we go to either Grandma's or Wanda's this year. It keeps me out of trouble, and I get ignored anyway.

See, Anna and Sara are usually hanging around with our cousin Lexi, who's the same relative age, but since Cara (5 months older than me) and Tanya (3 years older) ignore me because I'm smarter than the both of them put together and I actually refuse to bow to the power of the Yacht Club (Grandma's inclusive little club of relatives that you are either in the right genetic line for or you give her a lot of money to get under her good graces)

Tanya didn't learn to spell until I taught her. She hasn't gotten any brighter since then, and since two years ago she pulled the great Bridesmaid Bluff and made me mad I have not spoken a civil word to her.

Cara used to be my opposite. When she came up for Christmas she helped me with my math homework and I helped her with literature. Then Tanya decided Cara was the more pliable of the two of us and started pushing me away from them, inviting Cara over to her house with the hot tub but not me, inviting her to movies but mysteriously forgetting to ask me along.

Then two years ago, Tanya was getting married, and right in front of me on Thanksgiving Day, she started talking about Cara being her bridesmaid.

I probably would have said no anyway, but the fact that she never even bothered to ask me was the straw that broke the dromedary's back. From that moment on, I was enraged. I was pissed. I was so angry I boycotted her wedding and vowed that I would have nothing to do with her for the rest of time.

May seem extreme, but this is 15+ years of being shoved under. I stood up for myself here. Applaud my efforts- I worked with what I had.

Grandma, meanwhile, is a hypochondriac. Any mention of illness and she starts to cough, hack, wheeze, and literally turn to dust before your very eyes. I cannot mention my current problems in front of her or risk watching her gripe about the tuberculosis she had 50 years ago. Her arthritis is bad, too, SO bad...she's having trouble breathing...she's passing out on the floor...

There are times when I want to stick her in a washer upside-down, turn on the spin cycle, and give her some real problems.

Uncle Greg, meanwhile, sleeps. Or if he's awake, he watches the Packer game, and in between plays, he discusses (very loudly) politics and the world in general to whoever will listen and answer back.

Amanda and Bethany, the family/village idiots, will show up and drift dreamily and aimlessly around, completely unaware of anyone or anything but themselves. This is better than the running and screaming they used to do, but not much. They're still useless. One year at Thanksgiving, Anna, Sara, and Lexi got them outside in the garage, deliberately roped them into a game of Twister, mysteriously got them in grotesque positions, broke the spinner, and told them to stay exactly where they were (in position) while they went inside to fix the spinner.

It only took the Wonder Twins a half hour to figure out that Anna, Sara, and Lexi were never coming back outside.

My mother was proud of them (said she'd have done it herself, actually) but she still kind of half-scolded them for being mean.

Then there's the bitterness between my mother and Amanda and Bethany's father Evan (her dislike breeds us three's). Nathan, Greg's son, is left to do everything alone as the youngest grandson with all girls around (next grandson up is at least 10 years older at 24).

All of these pathetic, hopeless beings plus us five anarchists and antagonists, get smashed into a room together and are expected to LIKE it.

You see why I bring my laptop to family parties? I can't stand any of them.

There isn't much going on today. I decided to gripe about my relatives. It's always amusing.

Cheers,
Bec

No One Knows

My arm is...?. Doctor didn't know. I probably pulled something, but not being a normal person it's going to take me longer to bounce back. She didn't even give me a SLING. Said to do everything I've been doing.

Complete waste of time, that was.

That means my blog entries are going to be shortened until this arm starts behaving itself.

So here this one ends.

Cheers,
Bec

Again, Short Entry.

I am currently typing this with only my right hand, as my left is seriously bad. I don't know what I did, but typing like this is annoying. I have pretty much no use of the left at all. Not unless I want to yelp in pain every time I type a letter.

So, cheers, all. May tomorrow give me either a hacksaw or both hands working properly. Not sure which I prefer at this point. :)

Bec

I Wish I Had A Nickel...

My hands are still kind of bad today, so this is going to be short.

I found a new game to play on my computer, and today in intense boredom I built Stonehenge and the Colosseum. Who SAID Rome wasn't built in a day?

Meanwhile, Internet Explorer (again) is giving me hell. What was Microsoft thinking when they built this junk program? Did they make it out of spare parts?

And OF COURSE, Mozilla isn't good enough for Microsoft (but better for the rest of us.) I can't do my math homework on any other browser. So the one I need crashes today. Hee!

I'm going to have to hook my laptop up to the Internet (pulling the cord on the desktop, of course) and do it THERE.

Sometimes I wish my browsers would just get along.

That's about it: Built Stonehenge and the Colosseum and swore at Internet Explorer. And my %&%$# joints.

Cheers(ish),
Bec

Bad Morning

Yesterday with Mom and Dad was fun and tiring. Anna played well; what little I saw of her (she's short and they plunked her out in the middle of the orchestra.)

My hands are screaming today for whatever reason. Joy to the world; my humanity has come to get me.

This morning would have been infinitely peaceful and wonderful except that I dropped my favorite, double-thick "I can't break it if I tried" plastic orange cup on the floor. Okay, fine. Put it back on the desk, boil water for peppermint tea, pour it in the glass...and watch every ounce run out the bottom.

I BROKE MY GLASS! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

This is a disaster of epic proportions. That thing was 4 years old, never had a problem with it, I drop it ONCE and it cracks all along the bottom. I can't drink any tea until I get a replacement, which, ha ha, would have been easy yesterday.

Why it broke today is obviously good old Murphy having a laugh. Now I'm stuck without one for at least the next week.

I could drag the teabags over to the cafeteria, I guess, but half the fun is waiting for the water to boil, and it's already done at the cafeteria. Where's the fun in that?

Well, whatever. My cup is dead and I'm in mourning. Think I'll have a funeral...

Not so cheers,
Bec

Friday Night

Well, today was a long day. I really was lazy today, except for the Secret Mission today, one class, and various other things.

Tonight's Atlantis, and I'm geeking out here, possibly because the team's memories are about to be swiped and they're all going to shoot at each other and stuff. GEEK!

Tomorrow, however, is going to be busy. Anna (my sister, younger by three years) is in an honors band down here, so Mom and Dad are arriving sometime around mid-morning, and they're going to be here all day. At least it won't be 7 in the morning like it was in the original plan. With the new and revamped plan, I can sleep late!

Then Sunday is the last Secret Mission and then we're back into the groove on Monday again. Round and round and round we go...

What else went on today? Oh, this is a bit depressing. I saw my first "holiday" commercial today. HOLIDAY. That means Thanksgiving and Christmas and holy hell, I am going to be HEARING that word for the next month and a half. I still have to buy Christmas presents. I'm not ready for this. I don't want to have to deal with Christmas when I'm barely recovered from Halloween.

That said, three weeks from yesterday is Thanksgiving. AGH.

I know what to get for Anna and Sara (other sister, 5 years younger) because they told me point blank what they wanted, but Mom is always a bit trickier and I think I may have to go above her head on this one. That means Sara (we're all taller than Mom, but Anna usually has no clue what's what). Sara, however, cooks all the time and therefore, will be able to tell me what practical thing Mom needs this year.

I go practical always with Mum because she doesn't appreciate little fluffy stuff. The year I got her a new flour canister, the old one went sailing past my head with the wrapping paper. I assumed she liked the canister.

She seems to appreciate stuff that's immediately useful. I got her a candy thermometer for her birthday last year so I didn't have to listen to her complain one more time about the holder for it that was missing. And so I'd get fudge more often, and I wouldn't be the one left holding the thermometer up in the air when we're trying to cook it.

Sara'll know what Ma needs now, whether it be more dishtowels or another set of hotpads. I have a backup if she doesn't really know, but I can't say because Mom may very well be looking right at this. I have to stay silent or risk revealing everything TOO SOON!

Atlantis starts in 45. Must go prepare for totally sweet awesomeness!

Cheers,
Bec

Is It Thursday?

How does it go? Monday I go under, Tuesday I'm swimming, Wednesday I'm drowning, Thursday I'm surfacing, and Friday I'm coming up for air?

This week I went straight for the drowning the first two days of the week, Wednesday was surfacing, today I'm coming up for air, and by tomorrow I might actually get to lay back and say I have nothing to do with my life and oh, God, am I bored.

Then, then and only then, will I get to watch the poor little concert from 2004 that's been SITTING and WAITING on my desktop ALL WEEK. I haven't had a moment to spare for it; want to see Muse turning things upside down again and just haven't had an hour to actually SIT and WATCH it.

This week has taken the mickey out of me (forgive the overuse of British stuff-my brain is trying to fill in the blanks.)

I'm still trying to catch up a little bit-I'm kind of wanting to get my homework done for this weekend so I don't have to do anything but hang around and laze out. This is my plan of attack:

Tonight: as much of the 24 little monsters in my math homework done as possible. Also, if I finish those, I should read my Theory stuff for Tuesday.

Another thing: Start reading Story Writing stories as they're coming in. Can you imagine me having all that stuff done and no homework all week? Literally?

This won't happen. This is a three-fold Utopian dream, to quote Brandon Boyd. But if I get anything done at all it'll make NEXT week a helluva lot easier.

I'm in class now, so I should probably pay attention.

Oh, last night I went trick-or-treating. Yes, I am 21 and a half and more, yes, I was in a costume (Rabid Stargate Fan. The marker hasn't completely come off-the R in STAR is still very visible on my face) and yes, I had fun. I got lots of good candy to last me till Christmas (isn't that what it's all for?)

So now it's November. 2 Months And 2 Days Till The Bloody Good Trip of The Ages!

Cheerio!
Bec

You Should See My Face Right Now...

I decided to go with the Halloween costume a little earlier today. I have the Stargate point of origin on my forehead, my camo bandana on my hair, a black shirt and green pants (in honor of the fact that they're military and they're ALWAYS wearing BDU's exactly that way, except that my shirt has little lines on it) and a chain to fill in for dogtags.

I also have STAR on one cheek and GATE on the other. Not backwards! Finally got it right!

Oh, and my eyes have some serious mascara and eyeliner going on.

In other words, on any other day of the year, I would look like a freaking lunatic, but since it's Halloween, I only stick out a little bit. Although you should see the double takes people are doing when they see me.

I can't wait to see Brandon's face when he sees me like this...

Talk to you all later-think I'm going to walk around and scare some more people.

Cheers,
Bec

Paper's Done And In. Time To Do MORE Homework.

Yes, that dratted paper is away in the hands of the professor. Finally finished it about 4 this afternoon...and then I worked on some MORE homework to try and catch up from all the time I spent working on just the one thing.

Have to do laundry tomorrow because I've been neglecting that as well.

Hopefully by tomorrow night I will have all of my assignments for the rest of the week completed and I can breeze through life like a leaf on the wind. At least until Monday when it all starts again.

But now I KNOW the NEXT one is going to be bad, so I'll get started EARLIER so that I finish it on TIME.

Famous last words.

Tomorrow's Halloween. One of my friends is hosting a party and if I go, I am going as Rabid Stargate Fan, mostly because I have nothing else to dress up in.

Hey, it's better than the old, "I'm going as a poor college kid" routine. That never flies.

I'm feeling sort of drained, so I think I'll close this one out. Tomorrow I won't have to work on that paper, and that alone makes it start out better than this day.

Cheers,
Bec

Paper's Due Tomorrow And I'm Talking Funny

There aren't enough cuss words in enough languages to express my distaste for my paper. Even Muse's little ode to the F-word isn't going to cover it.

I've made progress, yeah. Question 1 is finished, Question 2 needs another hour of work, Question 3 is 4 definitions and a hand grenade from being blown apart, along with the rest of the paper, and don't even ask about Question 4.

Probably some really concentrated effort (read this as: No Internet connection to my computer) would get me done fairly late tonight, but I think I'll crash earlier so that I can get up early and pound the damn thing to pieces.

Hopefully by tomorrow morning at 11 I'll be able to send the little f-word b-word off to the professor. And I WOULD take the rest of the day off, except that (hee hee) I have math homework AND four stories to read, three to review. THEN the rest of the week is mine.

By the way, I got caught at another British-ism today. I was going on about my paper to this guy, (who coincidentally is going to pull an all-nighter to finish his) but I was saying that this paper was taking the mickey out of me.

He called me on it, saying he'd never heard it before. It means that it was wearing me out, and I explained this...and then realized I had done it again. British English jumping into my Midwestern dialect.

I am blaming Muse for this one. I've been listening to their interviews from different countries and stuff while on my breaktime from The Paper, and they're all British, and so you can probably guess where it came from this time.

It doesn't help that I've heard Matt Bellamy's voice more this month than my own mother's, but Mum's not cheap to call with the phone card and he's free to hear on Youtube all the time, so there.

I did it again. It's in my subconscious. Next thing you know I'll be spelling check as cheque, and lever as louver, and eating Marmite (no, I don't know what that is, but apparently it's some sort of spread made with olives and Matt Bellamy has stated loudly that he HATES it with a passion. Which means I'm going to HAVE to try it, if only to find out if I side with the drummer (who loves the stuff) or the lead singer.)

Hey, at least it's not Vegemite. Wait, that's Australia...

I should get back to working on my paper, but I'm taking an hour off. After that difficult math test I think I deserve a little break here.

Gotta go-Heroes starts in 45 minutes (YAY)

Cheerio (dash it all) (look, I can't stop! I can't stop!)
Bec

Industrial Waste and Molding Pumpkins

It was bitter, it was stringy, and it had an aroma like industrial waste. I could have sworn I was swallowing toxic chemicals that were going to seep into my body and turn me into a mutant...if only it would give me the superpowers I wanted (invisibility, superslime, the power to win over people with my charming smile...)

I won't be eating the Lime Shrimp Ramen again. Ever. I'm still trying to get the smell out of here (ah, the smell of industrial waste in the morning...toxic chemicals to knock my boring old human genetics out the window and turn me into the next Peter Petrelli. Or give me three arms. It'd be a talking point, anyway.)

On the other fronts, our Halloween pumpkin out front ain't gonna make it to Halloween. It's moldy and has become a health hazard, especially if it stays where it is for too much longer.

I have all kinds of ideas for getting rid of it. I say we should chuck it off the side of one of the buildings and watch it fly, or even the bridge. We'd probably get arrested for some silly violation, but it'd be fun.

Can you imagine: Me in jail for chucking a pumpkin into the river...

Here's an idea: We should get a CATAPULT and launch it over the river at Haas Fine Arts; watch it go whizzing over the treetops and then SPLORT right on that facing side of the building...

Em thinks I'm crazy and says SHE'S going to chuck it down the garbage chute at the next opportunity. Spoilsport. I want to see it fly out the 7th floor window of Hibbard and watch it explode upon the sidewalk far below (I'd say Penthouse, but the 8th floor windows don't open)

We could even cart it up to Towers and toss it off a 10TH floor window up THERE, but she says no. Better clean and disposed of than someone on the ground below suing us because they were injured from a flying, rotting pumpkin of death.

Em ruins all my fun. (Sigh in text form)

Gotta go. God calls me to his presence again. I have not been good this week...:)

Cheers,
Bec

Saturday Night.

I baked a cake with Cassie. Fun times, fun times. We hung out and played music and baked.

She knows I'll never be the one eating the cake thanks to my rebellion against a sugared society (I don't need it, so why should I indulge? I eat a little bit, but not as much as a lot of people I know. The high amount of sugar our country consumes is at least half the reason why everyone's supposedly overweight. Lay off the cookies, fudge, cake, and SODA, and we'd all be a lot better off.)

But that's my opinion!

I still have to finish my &%^$)+ paper (those random punctuation marks are MEANT with all the anger I can muster up this late at night). I hope I pass this class because I absolutely, posilutely hate this paper already and I'm not even half-done with the thing.

It's not that I can't write it; it's that I can't concentrate on it LONG enough to really set down to work. I even unplugged my Internet cable from my computer so I couldn't go and look anything up online while I was trying to finish it. It worked for about 10 minutes.

It's due Tuesday. I'm going to need divine help...from any god who wants to help. I'd even welcome a little help from Brahma...the Buddha...the most recent incarnation of the Dalai Lama...anyone who knows ANYTHING about the theory of violence in war and peace.

More than likely tomorrow I won't get anything done, either. Church and then my Secret Mission (in case Mom does know about my blog and IS reading this) I may not get back here until late. I'll try, but there be no saving me from a desperate Monday full of attempts to finish the $%#% paper from hell.

Gotta go have some fun before I have to work on it again.

Cheers,
Bec

Pip, Pip. Friday Has Come And Gone.

I really should have called my mother today.

I really should get working on my homework.

I'm bored.

This is the situation: I have an hour left before I get off of work. No one's EVER in the library on Friday nights, because, hey, It's. The. Weekend. Already.

So no one is here, but just because we got sound on the computers this week DOES NOT mean I can plug them in and happily listen to Map of The Problematique. Oh, no, no. Because those who are in the library need my help and assistance.

I'm going to wind up doing it anyway. You know I will. Just one little song...and then three...

Stargate starts in an hour. GLEE! New alien races give me a buzz akin to that of alcohol. If only I knew what that kind of buzz WAS...

All the reasons WHY I shouldn't be listening to that song are being beaten down as I think. All the reasons why I should are being brought into my willing thoughts. I really want to listen to that song.

Going to get pills tomorrow (the joyousness of getting medication! Rapture! Elation! Especially when I don't think the stuff is working anyway!)

Yup, there goes my right hand, on the mouse, going to click the link and make the Internet pop up a new window so I can find that "Live At Abbey Road" clip of "Map of the Problematique." Shame, shame, shame...

It's right there. Temptation is two clicks away...Matthew, I hear your dulcet tones. I come to thee...

(Okay, that was a little overly dramatic.)

I am very, very, very bad. Bad, bad, bad. The patrons NEED me to be AWARE at ALL TIMES. What will they do if I'm not paying attention?

Kong doesn't care either way. He's the person who works with me, and he is currently busy ripping his shoelace to pieces with a paperclip. Says he has a knot in it. I don't have long shoelaces to trip over anymore, seeing as I switched to curly ones that I don't need to tie today (my bad hands thank me kindly.)

I'm going to zone out now. Right...about...NOW...

Cheers,
Bec

This is A LOOONG Entry.

Life is mostly good.

Though the hands and the knees fail me, my feminine charms are NOT DEAD. This will be a great relief to all those who thought that these charms were A) non existent B) dead or C) shut off and unable to be restarted.

Ah, but I still have somebody looking at me, and while most girls would be unhappy to be ogled in the way that I have been today, I’m positively gleeful. For There Is HOPE!

Today wasn’t an easy day by any means. There was lots to do and not one bit of my theory paper was finished today, but it’s now due Tuesday so I have a bit more time to work on it. Good thing, too-I’m going to need that time.

I have one class and one shift at work tomorrow and then ATLANTIS! Joyousness and happy am I! For tomorrow Sheppard will get ANOTHER woman after a year of being lonely. He’s such a player. In four years, he has outstripped Jack O’Neill in having ladies-and Jack was around TWICE as long as he has been. He keeps going at this astounding pace and he’ll even outshine Kirk from Trek. And then who will we compare him to? Dr. Who?

I do realize that guys in real life aren’t like this. I mean, if they were we’d all be worshipping at their feet and batting our eyelashes (eygh). But I like having someone paying me a bit of attention-I get passed over for other people so often, either cause I’m loud (yeah), clumsy (uh-huh), and MAYBE, maybe just a tad weird. I mean, I just spent an hour breaking down a scene in which I, unfortunately, had to weaken the female character in order to get her back to sanity, and I know galdarn well that this little incident is going to get the feminists hounding me for weakening the woman in the story.

Never mind the fact that she kicked my MALE character around the training yard in one of her first scenes. Never mind that she saved his life repeatedly. I had to put her in the position I did because I wanted her to have her weak moment, too, just like Tiernan did earlier in the book. I had to bring her to the brink of death to bring her back into the story.

They’ll still rip me. I just plain don’t care that much. Writers are supposed to offend SOMEBODY, anyway. It’s in our natures.

Meanwhile, the Muse love goes on. There are other people on campus who are fans, too, and now I’m meeting some of them. It’s nice to have those who understand WHY we like a dark-haired short guy who screams and wails with a guitar AND a piano. His drummer is a smiling, slightly insane man who hits things all day long (surprisingly calm. Betcha the aggression goes away when you’re hitting things) and his bassist can keep up with him, which is more than I can say for ME. There are some seriously whacked out drum beats that I seriously CANNOT understand. And the guitars just adds to the confusion. I don't know what kind of wonderful technical doodads are on those guitars he uses (little light-up scratch pad things,) but what the hey.

Never mind they’re all geniuses at whatever the hell they’re trying to do. It SOUNDS good to ME.

I bet Matt Bellamy wails like a banshee on the next album and I fall all over myself in happy ecstasy. It’s that kind of band.

Wow, is this sucker long. I should probably wrap this up now and talk more tomorrow when my fingers aren't yelling at me for typing four pages of stuff tonight. Bad little me.

Cheers,

Bec

So, sorry. Crashed Early...

I was tired last night from all the theory-ness, so I crashed early. Brandon, my rotten, no-good, two-timing ex, apparently decided NOT to show up for watching Court Jester like he said he would, so all my homework is done for the next two days. I figured if he was planning on making me waste my time he was damn wrong. I got everything else done whilst being mad. :)

My Theory paper is now not due till next Tuesday...which means I'll be working a bit less on it today than if the thing was due on Friday like it had been. Half of why my homework for today and tomorrow is all finished.

My transcripts are in!

What else? Today's going to be cold...must wear gloves.

My life is really, really boring at the moment. I think today's going to be long and utterly dull.

UPDATE: SQEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! ATLANTIS RENEWED FOR A FIFTH SEASON! Here, read, read...http://www.syfyportal.com/news424345.html

JOYous! joyOUS!

AM I GIDDY?

YES I AM!

AM I INSANE?

QUITE POSSIBLY!

AM I JUST ABOUT EXPLODING WITH THE JOY AND THE RAPTURE?

YOU BET YOUR RUMBLEBUTTONS I AM!

Cheers,
Bec

21 1/2...

YAY! It's my half-birthday today! I think I'll have cake for dinner tonight, just so I can say I celebrated it.

I am currently not getting anything done. Haven't all day, really. This laziness thing is going to come and smack me in the face tomorrow when I have all this stuff to do and I'm lazing around watching music videos today. I am really, really going to wish I'd finished something, at least...

But it's my half-birthday, so screw it. SCREW. IT. I'm on the 2nd half of my 21st year, and my knees and everything don't hurt today (well, much. Enough I can ignore it)

Math tonight. It's done-was yesterday so I could work on my Theory paper today. HA. More than likely I'll be writing the little bastard at the last possible second to try and get it in...

There's actually some honest-to-goodness BLUE sky outside today. Not much, but SOME. Some is a good thing, anyway. It's nice to not have gray all the time.

Heroes tonight, too. Please God, let Pete have his shirt off this week...it's my half-birthday...I deserve it...

Still deciding if Einin is going to suffer and die...at least she can't end up like Jada in Isolde Diaries. I ripped Jada right out of the plot when I realized she wasn't going to do anything but stand around, tap her feet, and occasionally snuggle up to Ixora.

When I dumped her by the side of the story, suddenly things began to fit in a way that they never had before. Suddenly Ixora was in love with Isolde, and so was his hated younger brother-and Isolde was caught in between the two of them, trying to keep them both from killing each other.

I actually bothered to apologize to Jada in the dedications-she was a nasty piece of work, but she would have been fun to actually write. Bitchfights between her and Isolde would have been entertaining, to say the least...

Ah, I'm off-topic again. What was I talking about? Ah, yes...Pete with his shirt off...the joy, the rapture...me and my dark-haired guy obsession.

Let's make a LIST! Of dark-haired famous guys I, at least, like to look at.

Tom Cruise-nuts, married, but who the hell cares? Two words: Top Gun.

Keanu Reeves-A little too pale, but he was great in Matrix.

Jared Leto-He can sing, scream, AND act. Requiem for a Dream, anyone? That scene with the arm near the end of the movie still makes me just...

Milo Ventimiglia-I couldn't take my EYES off that Fergie video this summer. I'd turn it on mute just so I could watch him without having to hear the stupid song. Even if the tattoos WERE fake...

Joe Flanigan-Best looking team leader I've ever seen. Love Atlantis...

That other guy from 30 Seconds To Mars who's not a Leto-He's nice-looking.

Orlando Bloom-Joy!

Taye Diggs or Mos Def, whichever you prefer. They're both pretty damn good. And seeing as neither of them have ANY hair, they shouldn't be on this list. To those who naysay me, I declare, frell off.

Dougray Scott-Hel-LO. Ever After as the dashing Prince Henry. Almost fell OFF my chair...

And last, but not least by ANY means...you knew he was coming, you just didn't know where...

MATT BELLAMY! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! He may be skinny, he may be crazy, he may be kind of short, but watching him swing his guitar is like...there's no description. I can't. He just defies any kind of words...

Ooh, gotta stop writing guys in here and go to dinner (responsibilities? Yes, I have them. Want a couple?)

Cheers,
Bec

Sweet!

I am posting this particular post from my LAPTOP. Isn't technology stupid? I could have done this weeks ago...

Still heavy on the ibuprofen; still wishing it wasn't raining all the time.

Um...my story's been submitted to the class for review. GAH! I hope they like it-I did, but then again, I wrote it, so I'm a bit biased.

What else, what else? Getting closer to a new music DVD because the old new one has serious flaws, such as A) missing Del Amitri. How COULD I have missed "Roll To Me"? I love that song...B) and missing all of The Calling. I have no idea how poor Alex got bumped, but he isn't on that other disc and that I just won't stand for.

Besides the fact that now Muse is getting all of their stuff put on the disc, too, because after I listened to the 20 I had I realized that I couldn't live without the other 40 or so that DIDN'T make it on the first one.

Wrote a scene for "Prince Within" and bawled all the way through writing it. I killed a character. Hey, he was destined to die-that's what I created him for-but STILL. I really felt my poor lead's pain when his best buddy got cut down. I expanded it from the last time I wrote this scene-it took on a new dimension when I actually had Tiernan (lead) dragging Edan (ill-fated character) out of a collapsing castle. Ah, elaboration...

In the middle of an internal debate over whether I should now ax the lead's girlfriend. I just don't let up on this guy. I have bashed him in every way imaginable (killed everyone around him, tortured him, turned him bad, his best bud dies, he dies, comes back and gets bashed some more) but he's still alive despite ME and 5 years of vicious edits.

Meanwhile, Mom and Dad are preparing to invade my little world on November 3rd. Mom can't walk long distances so we're already trying to get the wheelchair for her. Problem is, Grandma (her mother-the one that got blown over by the wind) has the wheelchair at the moment and they're going to have to borrow it back. Mom's never SEEN seen the campus, so it'll be nice to walk around and show off that I know absolutely nothing about this place even when I live here.

Well, my battery is down to 84% and I know that 70 will send the power plunging down to the depths of hell. The Internet is taxing my drives and my poor sick battery.

Cheers,
Bec

A Day OFF?!?

Yes, people. I have an entire day with which I have no obligations to humanity in general.

That said, I'm going to (gah!) get my homework done, go to Walmart and get my pills, buy some shoelaces...all in a day's work.

Last night's episode of Atlantis was one for the record books-most creepiest episode ever. I don't know whether it was Teyla's stomach exploding while Sheppard looked manically happy or Sheppard burying Ronon alive or the clown in the back of the boat on the ocean...or Rodney and Sheppard getting swallowed by a whale...

Lorne sleepwalks! Sheppard's read "Hitchhiker's Guide!" Keller's worst fear is...Teyla exploding?

Yeah, it was your typically weird night on Atlantis, but good all the same. Seeing Sheppard fight Sheppard I actually cheered for the bad half...and then realized my mistake when he started really wailing on his good self. John Sheppard never hits unless provoked. :)

Can't wait for Heroes on Monday. I bet they won't have clowns OR whales.

Cheers,
Bec

Yay. Thursday.

After dragging myself around for 12 hours and doing everything I think needed to be done, I am declaring that I have never, never, never gotten the hang of Thursdays.

My knee was STILL as bad as yesterday, so I decided what the hey. Start out the day on painkillers and see how it goes. If the leg still hurts at 10 when I get done with work, go with the knee brace.

So I did. And I had to. Despite the fact that I HATE that knee brace and only wear it under certain circumstances like today. I hate it because it rides up on my calf with all the wrinkly stuff in the back of it, it poufs my kneecap up so all the whatever-the-hell's-the-matter-with-it-NOW is all pushed up in one place, and it pulls all the time.

It didn't help my limp much, but it's supposed to give the knee a little rest so that I can make it through the day without throwing it all in the trash and saying forget it. Which I nearly did anyway.

I'm going to lay around this weekend and do as little as possible. If I can't get the pain to quit by Monday I'm calling Student Health Services and asking them if I should haul the crutches out of the closet. I'll call my mother too, while I'm at it. I'm not going on crutches unless EVERYONE else tells me to UNEQUIVOCALLY. Because I hate the crutches even more than the brace. Mostly because it makes me ENTIRELY visible instead of with just a limp. And it chafes my armpits. And I pull muscles, and my hands already hurt. And...and...there are a bazillion other reasons. I'm overusing my 'and' limit for the day here.

I won't surrender to the curse sticks without a fight (hear me swinging my 'hands don't go there anymore' fists?) It takes me half an hour longer to get anywhere thanks to those horrid things. Let's just hope my knee improves with extended bed rest this weekend.

Or I'm sending up to God for a new body. This one's not working out so well.

Cheerio,
Bec