Cat! Squee! Pretty boys wearing Christmas hats! That was such a cute surprise to get in the mail. Thanks, pumpkin.

Today was the last day of class. Technically, I still have Leonard Maltin's class tonight, but we're watching King Kong so that'll just be fun. I still have my graduate cinema application to finish, I have to shoot and edit my final directing scene, and I have two finals, but that'll be cake after this past week. Which means...

Making presents! That's right, some of y'all can expect Present Actually Made By Shannon this year for the holiday season. Instead of presents bought by Shannon that are more than likely something that is a novelty, like Monkeys of the World, because I suck at buying presents. I go out, and all I can see are things I personally want. Which makes me feel like a horrible friend, because other people manage to get me presents that are exactly the kind of thing I wanted, and I feel I should know those people that well. Which is why I'm making presents. Because if you don't like it, you can't say anything about it, because I toiled and stuff. Yeah.

Jack Sparrow has been following me around all day, whining. I don't know what his deal is. Mayhap he sense my bad mood. Clay didn't get nominated for a Grammy, but Ruben did? s0x0r!!11 Yeah, you heard me. I'm so upset I drifted into fooz-speak on the main blog.

Hee. Casper totally spit on this guy in the front row tonight in class. Oh, how I laughed...

Hee.

I can't believe I have to write three (3) papers in my Star Wars class. Three! (3)! Which brings me to my point: why college thinks the only way to accurately measure whether or not one has gained knowledge from the class is to make them write a paper. And then the paper is almost always graded more on how well one writes, as opposed to the content within. I'm lucky, in that I'm a fairly decent writer (albeit one who procrastinates a freakish amount), but what if you just suck as a writer? But you did learn a lot in the class and can show that in other ways? You're just screwed. It sucks.

I want to take a college class that instead of making me write papers, has me make dioramas. That would be awesome.

Hate flying. HATE. Hate homework. HATE. Love Turkey Day Weekend. LOVE. So it all evened out. Like Caroline, I have eaten massive amounts of pie. Actually, I believe that I am now forty-two (42) percent (%) pie. Slap some Cool Whip on my head and call me Dessert! (I don't know.)

Watched TTT EE this weekend. First watched the straight up movie. Awesome. Forgot how much I adore the end of Helm's Deep, with Theoden and Aragorn riding out all triumphant and suicidal, only to see Gandalf at the top of that hill with the Rohirrim, then the calvary riding down with the music swelling in the backbround, and the sun rising in the Uruk-hais' eyes just as Gandalf yells and rides into the swarm, and...and...sigh. Just magnificent. Also, Gollum? Love him. Watched the featurette on Andy Serkis and how they created Gollum, and it's just incredible. George Lucas had the opportunity to do something like this with Jar Jar Binks, but he blew it, and just did this cartoonish joke of a character, which wasn't even that technically great. Gollum is so intricately realized, so perfectly crafted, so wonderfully a part of the overall LOTR world. Then, watched the featurettes on WETA, who did the armor, and the weaponry, and the miniatures, and the various sets, and Treebeard, among other things. It's so amazing. I can't describe it. Just go watch it.

Did I mention that I hate homework? HATE?