This one is my favorite ^_^ though short....
Friday, June 5, 2009
Stereotypes Hurt Feelings
And make it hard to sleep.
Climate of Chile
The climate of Chile comprises a wide range of weather conditions across a large geographic scale, extending across 38 degrees in latitude, making generalisations difficult. According to the Köppen system, Chile within its borders hosts at least seven major climatic subtypes, ranging from desert in the north, to alpine tundra and glaciers in the east and southeast, humid subtropical in Easter Island, Oceanic in the south and mediterranean climate in central Chile. There are four seasons in most of the country: summer (December to February), autumn (March to May), winter (June to August), and spring (September to November).
Santiago, Chile
versus
Seattle, Washington
It is a lot hotter than here but it is not the Galapagos Islands or anything and I am not of a dark-skinned people. Please do not use the term "ethnic advantage" with regard to tanning. My skin is pale and naturally so and that's okay. Why shouldn't it be? If I turn dark in the summer it will fade in the fall. Any shade is okay with me and all of the colors my skin and pale or darken to should be acceptable.
I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings but you did. I can't dance because of my blood- I can dance because I took classes, and they were very hard. I can enjoy tango music because I enjoy all music. And it is perfectly acceptable that I cannot speak Spanish.
End mini-rant v.v
Climate of Chile
The climate of Chile comprises a wide range of weather conditions across a large geographic scale, extending across 38 degrees in latitude, making generalisations difficult. According to the Köppen system, Chile within its borders hosts at least seven major climatic subtypes, ranging from desert in the north, to alpine tundra and glaciers in the east and southeast, humid subtropical in Easter Island, Oceanic in the south and mediterranean climate in central Chile. There are four seasons in most of the country: summer (December to February), autumn (March to May), winter (June to August), and spring (September to November).
Santiago, Chile
versus
Seattle, Washington
It is a lot hotter than here but it is not the Galapagos Islands or anything and I am not of a dark-skinned people. Please do not use the term "ethnic advantage" with regard to tanning. My skin is pale and naturally so and that's okay. Why shouldn't it be? If I turn dark in the summer it will fade in the fall. Any shade is okay with me and all of the colors my skin and pale or darken to should be acceptable.
I know you didn't mean to hurt my feelings but you did. I can't dance because of my blood- I can dance because I took classes, and they were very hard. I can enjoy tango music because I enjoy all music. And it is perfectly acceptable that I cannot speak Spanish.
End mini-rant v.v
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Post Before Midnight- Gyah!
So...
I think I got it in before midnight, though now I am editing for content (i.e. for there to be any content at all O.o). Really ought to be going to bed but randomly attacked by midnight-ish nausea of an insomnia-causing variety. Hurrah for useless skills?
Feeling bad about being mean to prof in previous posts. I met with her on campus, outside of class today and she was really really nice. I think it's hard to know people when you just see them in class. She even offered to read my book/s and give a more discriminating opinion/advice on how to de-crap-ify it/them (maybe I need to be more literary in my blog posts; I've been reading random others online and they seem far more academic in nature). It would be pretty durned great if something could be done to mountain-ify those mole hills of novels that I spat out in a series of gasps over the course of a few Novembers. Ah, ugly metaphor.
The ballet was surprisingly good, though we left at "half-time." It was three acts of different ballets so we saw the first in its entirety and it was cute- a bit funny. I will come up with the name-- Dances at a Gathering. Music was random piano pieces by Chopin (have now reached daily quota on word "random" and will dismiss it from further written monologue)- very pretty.
Here is a crazy happenstanceful video from YouTube on that piece:
Notice how I cleverly avoided use of the word "random." True genius, am I. And Yoda, apparently.
Do not have class on Tuesday now and am uber excited to be done done done on Monday improv dance party wah! (but you can't see it... and I'm... really not dancing... feeling a bit deceitful...). Must write two papes this weekend (did anyone else see Newsies- "papes" for "papers" as in "newspaper" ought to work for "papes" for "papers" as in "research papers" too, right? My logic is amazing? Not so much?). Not thrilled about pape writing but will be done done done. Of necessity.
Poor waitress at Zeena's (there's actually nothing on their site yet...) on Capital Hill was having a bad day. Which is sad, because that's where I go when I'm having a not-so-great day (I had blood work done AGAIN and my arm is bruis-ed AGAIN). I ordered a veggie sandwich, which (ha) comes with avocados as a main ingredient, but they were out and I guess the kitchen said it ought to be okay for the customer anyway (i.e. ME) and not to charge less or anything. But the nice waitress (I should say "female waiter," it's less discriminating acc. Prof. Boyd-- did anyone read that post?) thought that it "wasn't okay" (I said "that's okay" and such is how she responded) and that she'd pay for my sandwich. AND these crazy ladies across the way asked for the manager to complain about the slow service because it had taken a whole FIVE MINUTES to get their food (horror of horrors!). Glaciers, poor waitress (female waiter...). So I tipped the difference of the sandwich cost plus 25%. I hope that it made her day ^_^ (esp since mommy paid for it..... I think I'm her proxy do-good-er. do-gooder.. how the devil does that get spelled anywho's?).
I have to write more because everyone else apparently writes long long long entries (thusly, I repeat things three times to add length not for emphasis). But I want to go to bed. Can I think of anything else that happened to day worthy of note?
We watched these music videos in Human Rights Leadership (last day!):
Diamond Sierra Leone- Kanye West (stupid "embedding disabled by request" gr)
and
I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You) by Fall Out Boy
Apparently both bands are owned by Universal who doesn't allow embedding (that.. which... ?). But anyway, the presentation was on child soldiers and he showed these music videos. Must remember to return comic book to him on Monday (via his workplace. DO NOT FORGET. I should write this down somewhere less electronicky.) Interesting vids? Did you even watch them? Linkage is roughage, I understand.
Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (this day forward, referred to just as Oscar... unless I mention Stalone) is going along swimmingly. I love that Oscar's a nerd in all the ways that I am but amplified. It makes me feel cool and less nerdy all at the same time (not synonymous, oh punk). This (lack of info-ness) is why I do not do reviews on Facebook or Amazon. Am complete and utter failure, but at least didn't spell it udder. Thank the goodnessess.
<3
I think I got it in before midnight, though now I am editing for content (i.e. for there to be any content at all O.o). Really ought to be going to bed but randomly attacked by midnight-ish nausea of an insomnia-causing variety. Hurrah for useless skills?
Feeling bad about being mean to prof in previous posts. I met with her on campus, outside of class today and she was really really nice. I think it's hard to know people when you just see them in class. She even offered to read my book/s and give a more discriminating opinion/advice on how to de-crap-ify it/them (maybe I need to be more literary in my blog posts; I've been reading random others online and they seem far more academic in nature). It would be pretty durned great if something could be done to mountain-ify those mole hills of novels that I spat out in a series of gasps over the course of a few Novembers. Ah, ugly metaphor.
The ballet was surprisingly good, though we left at "half-time." It was three acts of different ballets so we saw the first in its entirety and it was cute- a bit funny. I will come up with the name-- Dances at a Gathering. Music was random piano pieces by Chopin (have now reached daily quota on word "random" and will dismiss it from further written monologue)- very pretty.
Here is a crazy happenstanceful video from YouTube on that piece:
Notice how I cleverly avoided use of the word "random." True genius, am I. And Yoda, apparently.
Do not have class on Tuesday now and am uber excited to be done done done on Monday improv dance party wah! (but you can't see it... and I'm... really not dancing... feeling a bit deceitful...). Must write two papes this weekend (did anyone else see Newsies- "papes" for "papers" as in "newspaper" ought to work for "papes" for "papers" as in "research papers" too, right? My logic is amazing? Not so much?). Not thrilled about pape writing but will be done done done. Of necessity.
Poor waitress at Zeena's (there's actually nothing on their site yet...) on Capital Hill was having a bad day. Which is sad, because that's where I go when I'm having a not-so-great day (I had blood work done AGAIN and my arm is bruis-ed AGAIN). I ordered a veggie sandwich, which (ha) comes with avocados as a main ingredient, but they were out and I guess the kitchen said it ought to be okay for the customer anyway (i.e. ME) and not to charge less or anything. But the nice waitress (I should say "female waiter," it's less discriminating acc. Prof. Boyd-- did anyone read that post?) thought that it "wasn't okay" (I said "that's okay" and such is how she responded) and that she'd pay for my sandwich. AND these crazy ladies across the way asked for the manager to complain about the slow service because it had taken a whole FIVE MINUTES to get their food (horror of horrors!). Glaciers, poor waitress (female waiter...). So I tipped the difference of the sandwich cost plus 25%. I hope that it made her day ^_^ (esp since mommy paid for it..... I think I'm her proxy do-good-er. do-gooder.. how the devil does that get spelled anywho's?).
I have to write more because everyone else apparently writes long long long entries (thusly, I repeat things three times to add length not for emphasis). But I want to go to bed. Can I think of anything else that happened to day worthy of note?
We watched these music videos in Human Rights Leadership (last day!):
Diamond Sierra Leone- Kanye West (stupid "embedding disabled by request" gr)
and
I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You) by Fall Out Boy
Apparently both bands are owned by Universal who doesn't allow embedding (that.. which... ?). But anyway, the presentation was on child soldiers and he showed these music videos. Must remember to return comic book to him on Monday (via his workplace. DO NOT FORGET. I should write this down somewhere less electronicky.) Interesting vids? Did you even watch them? Linkage is roughage, I understand.
Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (this day forward, referred to just as Oscar... unless I mention Stalone) is going along swimmingly. I love that Oscar's a nerd in all the ways that I am but amplified. It makes me feel cool and less nerdy all at the same time (not synonymous, oh punk). This (lack of info-ness) is why I do not do reviews on Facebook or Amazon. Am complete and utter failure, but at least didn't spell it udder. Thank the goodnessess.
<3
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Burn Notice Tomorrow!
And Jeffrey Donovan's going to be on Regis and Kelly. V. excited- the last interview I saw him on was gorgus. How do you spell that (not gorgeous but pronounced "gore-gus")... I think I had the spelling right. Anyway, going to see BN on Friday morn because of the ballet tomorrow. Ugh, tomorrow tomorrow. Meeting with the prof, who I'm secretly assured (via my paranoia) reads my blog and knows of my silent disdain. Will surely d.i.e. Also more bloodwork, ew... But maybe they shall vanquish the fats using meds some more? (Maybe it's working and I just don't know?) Hrm.
Emily Deschanel is app. a size 8. Which makes me happy (why didn't the Dog Whisperer thing make anyone else happy?).
Speaking of lovely women (woman...), this pic of Felicia Day:
How pretty can one woman be? App. Aphrodite-esque. They always have Aphrodite as a blonde but I'll bet bet bet she was a sexy redhead (or is... being a goddess and immortal ... cripes). From the http://thebuibrothers.com/blog/2009/06/felicia-day-photos/ website. You can also watch the vid of the shoot there, if you are a stalker (i.e. like me).
What else what else? Last day of Human Rights Leadership tomorrow- huzzah! Pape for that class will be sadistically torture-murdered on Friday (I mean write it. Just in case you think I'm pulling a Dexter.). Then death to the Phil pape Sat/Sun with editing done on Sun and turn in-happy-ness on Monday (which gets spelled out for the occasion). Then I shall be done... er on Tuesday. Damn Chicano lit class going on for-expletive+ing-ever.
Oscar Wao is going alright. I want to just sit and read it tho- it's not an easy one to put down. + I want to write so I can meet famous people. Did I type that aloud? Crikey. If you become a famous writer, you probably don't get to meet all that many famous people anyway that aren't writers v.v right? write? wha?
BTW, if I didn't have to meet my prof because no one's fixing the DCSJ certificate (she told me to sign up but then they did it crappily wrong because that's what these people do, swear to god end rant), I could watch Jeffrey Donovan on Regis and Kelly at nine am. Blub. In a bad way blub. Drowning in own sorrow blubbing.
<3
Emily Deschanel is app. a size 8. Which makes me happy (why didn't the Dog Whisperer thing make anyone else happy?).
Speaking of lovely women (woman...), this pic of Felicia Day:
How pretty can one woman be? App. Aphrodite-esque. They always have Aphrodite as a blonde but I'll bet bet bet she was a sexy redhead (or is... being a goddess and immortal ... cripes). From the http://thebuibrothers.com/blog/2009/06/felicia-day-photos/ website. You can also watch the vid of the shoot there, if you are a stalker (i.e. like me).
What else what else? Last day of Human Rights Leadership tomorrow- huzzah! Pape for that class will be sadistically torture-murdered on Friday (I mean write it. Just in case you think I'm pulling a Dexter.). Then death to the Phil pape Sat/Sun with editing done on Sun and turn in-happy-ness on Monday (which gets spelled out for the occasion). Then I shall be done... er on Tuesday. Damn Chicano lit class going on for-expletive+ing-ever.
Oscar Wao is going alright. I want to just sit and read it tho- it's not an easy one to put down. + I want to write so I can meet famous people. Did I type that aloud? Crikey. If you become a famous writer, you probably don't get to meet all that many famous people anyway that aren't writers v.v right? write? wha?
BTW, if I didn't have to meet my prof because no one's fixing the DCSJ certificate (she told me to sign up but then they did it crappily wrong because that's what these people do, swear to god end rant), I could watch Jeffrey Donovan on Regis and Kelly at nine am. Blub. In a bad way blub. Drowning in own sorrow blubbing.
<3
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Curse You, Teacher-Beast!
She added a class day. So now I have class on Tuesday. Gr. Just want this durned quarter ovuh! Want to graduate. Want to never ever ever take a class like this again. It is not my fault nor any students that the prof was so disorganized that she didn't get done in time the material that had to be covered. Grr! -_- I am peeved.
Allergies are so terrible that i can't sleep. This is a complainy post, and so I end it here.
<3
Allergies are so terrible that i can't sleep. This is a complainy post, and so I end it here.
<3
Monday, June 1, 2009
The Asterisks are Abandoned
I just thought I should make it clear that I am aware that I randomly stopped using them. That is how cool I am, btw. In case you didn't know. (And enough...)
Throat closed up in an ouchie way today but I caught up on some TV, so it sorta evened out, except not so much because I spent like 5 hours on a bloody daily assignment for Human Rights Leadership and am still not done. Moan! Groan! Le sob. Anyway, I saw the Nurse Jackie and Mental premiers, and was pretty impressed. Nurse Jackie doesn't remind me of House at all, except that she's somewhat bitchy to colleagues and does pharmaceuticals. But she's really nice to the patients ("honey" was used), even when they did crazy things, and she was really upset when a patient was needlessly killed. V. intriguing character and I like Edie Falco in the role a great deal. Nice supporting cast as well. V. excited to watch it ONLINE for freeeez this summer. (Since Harper's Island was abandoned... the writing was just too bad!)
Mental is a bit like The Mentalist, as it looked, but in a good way. The character is a bit insane and unconventional in a Jane-type way but the difference in setting makes it unique. I lurved (ha) seeing the guy who plays Seymour the Arms Dealer (caps?) in Burn Notice (Silas... Weir?... damn, I know there are three names. Just a sec (because you're waiting?) Silas Weir Mitchell- I was so close!). He is pretty amazing actor-wise, in case you didn't know. I think he's one of those guys floating around just waiting for his own show to plop on his lap-- v. exciting when it does happen! And the main guy...Chris Vance... is quite hilarious and charming, but not so much in that sexy sexy Simon Baker way. I really liked the initial case as well- the artist who can't draw when on medication but can't function without. Intriguing. It reminded me a bit of Touching Evil- US version (Oh, Jeffrey Donovan, you are always on my mind in a Willie Nelson type way), but I don't know why. Maybe the whole Cyril/... ... main guy played by Jeffrey Donovan way. (What is his name- AH! Creegan! I came up with it! Huzzah). I loved their relationship- that and the acting made Touching Evil. If only it was enough to overturn the crappy writing- le sigh.
Wah! I have appts. tomorrow. Possible one at 10:30 (my teacher didn't e-mail me back, gr, but I'm going on the assumption that we're on, nonetheless. I hope she e-mails me in the morn if it is otherwise... yeek!). Finished rereading Thief of Always and am now, more impressively, reading the Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao- by un hombre (it sounds cooler in English...). BTW, did anyone know that the Dog Whisperer is Latino? I am filled with brown pride on account of this fact, but I'm not sure why it suddenly makes latinos cooler. Because there is no white dog whisperer? But there probably is.... hrm. Random.
<3
Throat closed up in an ouchie way today but I caught up on some TV, so it sorta evened out, except not so much because I spent like 5 hours on a bloody daily assignment for Human Rights Leadership and am still not done. Moan! Groan! Le sob. Anyway, I saw the Nurse Jackie and Mental premiers, and was pretty impressed. Nurse Jackie doesn't remind me of House at all, except that she's somewhat bitchy to colleagues and does pharmaceuticals. But she's really nice to the patients ("honey" was used), even when they did crazy things, and she was really upset when a patient was needlessly killed. V. intriguing character and I like Edie Falco in the role a great deal. Nice supporting cast as well. V. excited to watch it ONLINE for freeeez this summer. (Since Harper's Island was abandoned... the writing was just too bad!)
Mental is a bit like The Mentalist, as it looked, but in a good way. The character is a bit insane and unconventional in a Jane-type way but the difference in setting makes it unique. I lurved (ha) seeing the guy who plays Seymour the Arms Dealer (caps?) in Burn Notice (Silas... Weir?... damn, I know there are three names. Just a sec (because you're waiting?) Silas Weir Mitchell- I was so close!). He is pretty amazing actor-wise, in case you didn't know. I think he's one of those guys floating around just waiting for his own show to plop on his lap-- v. exciting when it does happen! And the main guy...Chris Vance... is quite hilarious and charming, but not so much in that sexy sexy Simon Baker way. I really liked the initial case as well- the artist who can't draw when on medication but can't function without. Intriguing. It reminded me a bit of Touching Evil- US version (Oh, Jeffrey Donovan, you are always on my mind in a Willie Nelson type way), but I don't know why. Maybe the whole Cyril/... ... main guy played by Jeffrey Donovan way. (What is his name- AH! Creegan! I came up with it! Huzzah). I loved their relationship- that and the acting made Touching Evil. If only it was enough to overturn the crappy writing- le sigh.
Wah! I have appts. tomorrow. Possible one at 10:30 (my teacher didn't e-mail me back, gr, but I'm going on the assumption that we're on, nonetheless. I hope she e-mails me in the morn if it is otherwise... yeek!). Finished rereading Thief of Always and am now, more impressively, reading the Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao- by un hombre (it sounds cooler in English...). BTW, did anyone know that the Dog Whisperer is Latino? I am filled with brown pride on account of this fact, but I'm not sure why it suddenly makes latinos cooler. Because there is no white dog whisperer? But there probably is.... hrm. Random.
<3
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Song Stuck in My Brain
This song is stuck in my head:
I heard it on www.watchtheguild.com 's forum... because there's randomly a radio-type thing there. I think anyone can upload a song to the radio. Isn't that nifty? I should try but I think all of my files are all legal... and stuff. Wha? ("Go to bed" shouts the peanut gallery).
Lyrics-
Tell me where you've been to, point me to the door
I've seen you around but I really can't be sure
And all the hatchet men are busy climbing up the wall
Banging on the window tearing down the hall
And the last chance girl in a first dance swirl
Leans her head down on the wooden floor
Won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone?
And the last song plays down at babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal?
It's a very confusing way to feel
The radio is silent except for wicked bands
Sounding like the last one always in demand
And now the city is off limits to everyone in blue
Nothings getting in there no one's getting through
And it's no surprise when the last light dies
And the girl upon the wooden floor
Won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone?
And the last song plays down at babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal?
It's a very confusing way to feel
I'm not sure I get the meaning, come to think of it. I edited the lyrics for grammar a bit (er, I mean I added commas and fixed misspells). But not much. Ignore the ickiness.
Saw Duplicity today. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet- it wasn't as funny as I expected but it certainly wasn't not funny. Whoa, double neg. I can feel the grammar police coming to bring me in to the station in a paddy wagon. Ew. Anyway, Clive Owen (Owens?) was a lot more attractive than usual. Perhaps it was his awesome suits. Speaking of suits, Michael's yellow suit totally made an appearance in season two, part two, btw. I think I forgot to mention it, despite the excitingness of its resurface. Burn Notice season three starts this Thursday! Who else is peeing their pants about it? (Just me? How embarrassing....)
Gave in to temptation and am now a Twitter member. But I just follow three people (Nathan Fillion, Felicia Day, and Jeffrey Donovan... oh crap, I'm following Eliza Dushku as well. Durn, I'm a nerd). And I don't get cell phone updates or update my own stat. So, basically, I'm still cool (is what I'm trying to say.) You believe me, right?
OH (and now I re-nerd-ify myself) I got Legendary standing in Puzzle Pirates for Shipwrightery. Here is the link to the Puzzle Standings article that explains how that makes me awesome and amazing (but only in a virtual, non-real way v.v). I'm one level away from Ultimate, which is the highest that is attainable. Alas, if only this were a pirating puzzle instead of a crafting one. What sort of pirate am I, anyway, to be good at a shop job but terrible at rumbling (fighting with my fisticuffs)? Also, I re-outfitted myself to be all Link-like in Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Don't I look like an elf?
And, a poem, that attempts to read like I write my blog O.o whoa...
Each and every time you deem to stumble
And haphazardly sweep into my sideways-leaning so-called life
With those tangled, blushing strings of permed-in curls entangling
And springing into crazy animation while snaking nimble-like
A leaping, split-tongued beast-ruler of gaze and gaze and gaze and gaze
Making the breast-bound pumping apparatus attempt auto-liberation
So that it’s now tripping down and lower, crashing into that bouncy wiry net
Inexplicably and most intricately twined to those menstrual-looking locks
And thusly, very strangely, every stuttered, muttered, breathy syllable
Fashions itself into a metaphor (a horrid attempt) for you or us or me all by myself
When I’m ditched and road-splattered and illegal hitchhiking on the side of I-5
Contemplating road kill-icide, overwhelmed, border-line spontaneous combusting
I see a self-aware nimble nimbus cloud making sweet (but silly) wishes
To one day, someday, maybe today, but never ever yesterday
Metamorphose all Kafka-novel-esque into a happy-as-can-be forecast
Of sunny summer smiling child-runs-around laughing days
When we can ride the merry-go-round and the Ferris Wheel and
Zombie-watch the amateurs who eat far too much (blue?) cotton candy
And dream in a wildly whimsical youngster fashion of vampirical forever
That could only last a little and will wilting/wither rose-like
One week, seven days, some number of hours and seconds and minutes
Each and every single time you willy-nilly stumble back into my life
Every tragic time.
<3
I heard it on www.watchtheguild.com 's forum... because there's randomly a radio-type thing there. I think anyone can upload a song to the radio. Isn't that nifty? I should try but I think all of my files are all legal... and stuff. Wha? ("Go to bed" shouts the peanut gallery).
Lyrics-
Tell me where you've been to, point me to the door
I've seen you around but I really can't be sure
And all the hatchet men are busy climbing up the wall
Banging on the window tearing down the hall
And the last chance girl in a first dance swirl
Leans her head down on the wooden floor
Won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone?
And the last song plays down at babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal?
It's a very confusing way to feel
The radio is silent except for wicked bands
Sounding like the last one always in demand
And now the city is off limits to everyone in blue
Nothings getting in there no one's getting through
And it's no surprise when the last light dies
And the girl upon the wooden floor
Won't be dancing anymore
And where do they go when the thrills have gone?
And the last song plays down at babylon
Five hundred kids shout what's the deal?
It's a very confusing way to feel
I'm not sure I get the meaning, come to think of it. I edited the lyrics for grammar a bit (er, I mean I added commas and fixed misspells). But not much. Ignore the ickiness.
Saw Duplicity today. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet- it wasn't as funny as I expected but it certainly wasn't not funny. Whoa, double neg. I can feel the grammar police coming to bring me in to the station in a paddy wagon. Ew. Anyway, Clive Owen (Owens?) was a lot more attractive than usual. Perhaps it was his awesome suits. Speaking of suits, Michael's yellow suit totally made an appearance in season two, part two, btw. I think I forgot to mention it, despite the excitingness of its resurface. Burn Notice season three starts this Thursday! Who else is peeing their pants about it? (Just me? How embarrassing....)
Gave in to temptation and am now a Twitter member. But I just follow three people (Nathan Fillion, Felicia Day, and Jeffrey Donovan... oh crap, I'm following Eliza Dushku as well. Durn, I'm a nerd). And I don't get cell phone updates or update my own stat. So, basically, I'm still cool (is what I'm trying to say.) You believe me, right?
OH (and now I re-nerd-ify myself) I got Legendary standing in Puzzle Pirates for Shipwrightery. Here is the link to the Puzzle Standings article that explains how that makes me awesome and amazing (but only in a virtual, non-real way v.v). I'm one level away from Ultimate, which is the highest that is attainable. Alas, if only this were a pirating puzzle instead of a crafting one. What sort of pirate am I, anyway, to be good at a shop job but terrible at rumbling (fighting with my fisticuffs)? Also, I re-outfitted myself to be all Link-like in Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Don't I look like an elf?
And, a poem, that attempts to read like I write my blog O.o whoa...
Each and every time you deem to stumble
And haphazardly sweep into my sideways-leaning so-called life
With those tangled, blushing strings of permed-in curls entangling
And springing into crazy animation while snaking nimble-like
A leaping, split-tongued beast-ruler of gaze and gaze and gaze and gaze
Making the breast-bound pumping apparatus attempt auto-liberation
So that it’s now tripping down and lower, crashing into that bouncy wiry net
Inexplicably and most intricately twined to those menstrual-looking locks
And thusly, very strangely, every stuttered, muttered, breathy syllable
Fashions itself into a metaphor (a horrid attempt) for you or us or me all by myself
When I’m ditched and road-splattered and illegal hitchhiking on the side of I-5
Contemplating road kill-icide, overwhelmed, border-line spontaneous combusting
I see a self-aware nimble nimbus cloud making sweet (but silly) wishes
To one day, someday, maybe today, but never ever yesterday
Metamorphose all Kafka-novel-esque into a happy-as-can-be forecast
Of sunny summer smiling child-runs-around laughing days
When we can ride the merry-go-round and the Ferris Wheel and
Zombie-watch the amateurs who eat far too much (blue?) cotton candy
And dream in a wildly whimsical youngster fashion of vampirical forever
That could only last a little and will wilting/wither rose-like
One week, seven days, some number of hours and seconds and minutes
Each and every single time you willy-nilly stumble back into my life
Every tragic time.
<3
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