Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I’m so confused! When do I talk about TV? Where can I talk about TV? How much TV can I talk about? I don’t know when people will watch TV, or where, or if they will, and as nothing else happens in my life, my blogging is suddenly fraught with peril.

So, I’ll try to keep this non-spoilery. Ahem.

Tony + Michelle = 4eva.

Satan does Powerpoint! Awesome.

I feel we’re at a crossroads with 24. Could be good, could be bad. Will the writers take the path of least resistance and churn out another season, same as the last, like XF S8 or Buffy S6, and not take the opportunity they have to do something different and exciting? I hope not, and I don’t think they will, but I’m cautious looking forward to January ‘06.

In non-TV news, I bought a new iShuffle. It’s just 512 mb, so it carries about 120 songs, which is really all I need. An iPod is cool and all as a permanent receptacle for all your music, but I don’t mind switching songs in and out as the mood strikes me, so I’m happy. Also, the (relative) cheapness.

So, I get a phone call yesterday, and AFI has now accepted me from the wait-list. Which, like, awesome to know that I actually made it into an extremely competitive and high-caliber program, but ultimately it doesn’t really matter, since I can’t afford to go. I mean, I could, if I wanted to take out more than $60,000 in loans for two years. It was exciting news, and…validating, but it would have been much simpler if the choice had been UT and nothing else. Now I’m afraid I’ll have thoughts about what might have been, and those are never good. Ah well.

Speaking of UT, I’m having trouble finding housing. University housing is full, and the student housing in the area is heavy on residence halls, which I find bizarre, and expensive residence halls at that. One of them, not affiliated directly with the school, costs more for a plain double dorm room than I paid for the apartment. That’s crazy! My mom suggested I just start looking for regular apartments, nothing geared specifically towards students, which I think might be a good idea. She even suggested a duplex, but that sounds impossibly grown-up and kind of scary, in that it would be a very big space and I would be alone in it. Eek. This is why I’ve enjoyed being home this past year: I don’t like making decisions and dealing with big, important stuff. I’m not ready to be an adult in the scary, making responsible decisions about houses and finances and things like that, y’know?

Thursday, May 19, 2005

joy (joi) n.

1. Intense and especially ecstatic or exultant happiness.
2. A source or an object of pleasure or satisfaction: "their only child, their pride and joy."
3. Waking up in the middle of the night, crying into your pillow because it's time to go to work, then realizing it's only 2am and you still have four more hours of sleep; "Shannon was filled with joy."

Phoenix killed and ate a squirrel. He brought us the tail, and two feet. We found them on the front stoop, along with a dead mouse. We don't know if he was full from the squirrel, or if the mouse was just for fun.

I am filled with great torment, knowing that Star Wars is playing right now, and that I can't see it for another two days. We have to wait till we're all together, see, and Laura's finishing finals. And we don't go in evenings, or we'd go tomorrow night. I feel like my soul is burning! My soul needs to see Star Wars!

They showed a ten minute preview of Batman Begins last night on the WB, and it made me cry. The preview made me cry, people. This movie is going to be so awesome. And then there's War of the Worlds, and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and Everything is Illuminated, and The Brothers Grimm; so many good movies this summer. I hope my expectations, which are very, very high, don't get dashed. That would suck.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Ugh, what a horrid day up until about an hour ago. We lost power briefly early this morning, so my alarm didn’t go off, so I was running late, trying to get ready quickly for work. Then, Marshall, who was up forty minutes before I was, still couldn’t manage to get his shit together and missed the bus, so I had to take him to school. Then, I walk into school and one of the kids tells me that they were driving behind me, and that I have a flat tire.

I go out to investigate. Not only do I have a flat tire, I have a so-flat-how-did-I-not-realize-it-I’m-going-to-lose-The-Amazing-Race kind of flat tire. There’s no way I’m even going to be able to drive it home. Did I bring a lunch with me today? No.

We’re doing inventory in the library, so we have to scan every single book. Every. Single. Book. I feel like Sisyphus or something. I’ve been making up a t-shirt design for the kids in the play, and they didn’t announce my announcement yesterday (Why? I have no idea. I wrote it out and everything.), so I had to track kids down to give them the information for ordering. Half of them assumed they were getting free shirts, and wanted to know why I was giving them a sheet of paper. Even though I told them from the start, “You will buy your own shirts!”

Then, someone brought in cake and ice cream to the office. God bless them, sincerely. Cake makes everything better. Well, maybe not leprosy, but most things.

Friday, May 13, 2005

What song does Gob sing to Michael at the end of the season finale? They're inappropriately close and Michael kind of groans, "No..." I think Gob records it with Franklin earlier, and puts it on the CD. I didn't tape the episode, and I cannot remember.

It's important for a sooper sekrit project.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

So, in an example of my unending clumsiness, yesterday I slammed the end of my index finger on my right hand in a door. Not a regular, hollow door, but one that weighs approximately a metric ton, swings shut with an ominous rumble of its own accord, and that, after slamming shut, rattles the walls it is set into.

It is the door that leads into the office at school. In a misguided attempt to help it shut gently, I moved to grab the doorknob. I have...problems with spatial relations, and where my body is relative to other physical objects, and literally just stuck my finger right against the jamb. Over a full day later, it still throbs.

I came home yesterday, ready to lament and elaborate on my very serious injury, only to find out that my dad broke a toe yesterday. Now, that's hardly fair.

Monday, May 9, 2005

Ever have one of those weeks where nothing really interesting happens? Because I tell you what, that was my week. I mean...it was sad, how much nothing happened. Besides the fact that I am tired of working at the library. When I said "sure" in October, I had no idea I'd still be doing it in May.

We went to see Hitchhiker's Guide on Friday night. I loved it, even though I haven't read the book in years and years, and hadn't remembered half of the plot. I thought it was really well cast (my only complaint was Zooey Deschanel, who I normally like, but was just not right for Trillian). There is a scene in the beginning, where they pan up the alien spacecraft, that made Laura and me laugh so hard I thought I was going to have an embollism or something. I swear to God, the hardest I have ever laughed in a movie theater.

We were going to sidle over into Kingdom of Heaven afterwards, but we started feeling paranoid. The manager and person who sold us our tickets were walking all over the lobby, which we had to cross to get to the other side of the theater for the right screen, and there was a cop there, and so we just finally made our way out after kind of standing around the lobby for ten minutes. Sucked, because I wanted to see all the pretty men, but not enough to risk getting thrown out over.

Tuesday, May 3, 2005

Satan! Satan! Satan!

Oh, Glenn Morshower, how I've missed you. (More than POTUS? Yis.)

So, I am quite possibly the dumbest person when it comes to watching TV, so even when they were wheeling Chinese email guy into surgery I didn't get it. It wasn't until my dad said, "Do they have more than one surgical team?" that everything clicked. So awesome. This completely redeems every single Audrey scene. Every one. Because that? Was magic.

M-O-O-N, that spells ASOME.

(I have updated foozes.)

Monday, May 2, 2005

Hokay, so. The play is over. Huzzah! Actually, it went really well. Probably some of the best line memorization of any play I've been involved with, meaning that we had a few boggles but for the most part, it went rather smoothly. The kids are upset that we're finished, especially since we took down the set today. A month to put it up, it comes down in an hour. Kind of anticlimactic, that. I need to make a design for t-shirts, but when I played around on Photoshop earlier, nothing much looked good, so maybe I'm creatively bankrupt right now.

So, the XF S1 DVD set I got off eBay had problems with the third disc, too. I emailed the seller, and she's going to exchange the bad discs, so that's good. The others were fine, but a quarter of the episodes being unplayable just wasn't acceptable to me. Hopefully this'll all get resolved okay.

I'm really excited about 24 tonight! The last couple weeks, I've kind of been watching out of obligation (although some of that might have been play fatigue), but after the AWESOMENESS THAT WAS CHLOE last week, I'm pretty psyched about what's coming next.

Caroline, how long will you be in London? Maja, when are you coming back from Europe?