Because I Rock, Damn It!

This is why I kick all kinds of ass.

I don't have to take this bad boy. Basically, I had to go through some stupid, two semester wasting classes because of the placement exam. Woohoo? But it's one less test to deal with in a month. Go me, go me. It's the math portion I was in. How damn. I win.

Now to stop crying over Farscape's Peacekeeper Wars. Because dude. Bad-fucking-ass watching Aeryn Sun fire the weapons. What? Claudia Black is totally hot. As Aeyrn or Vala. And Ben Browder is fucking hot in leather. Yes, please.

Fly Away

Well, this won't come as a shock to anyone who has spoken more than two words to me before, but I'm a cynical romantic at heart. Ah, I know. They're kinda opposites. Actually, there's no kinda about it. But I am very much someone that wants others to be happy (unless you're stupid enough to land on my 'choke on shit and die' list). I don't mean happy in general. I mean bone-deep, beyond content, looking at the world and feeling like they can do anything...with someone by their side to help when the tumbles and scrapped knees appear. What can I say? Mush McMushy on the inside. But that's not to say everyone needs someone. Just that it's nice to have the chance to share and not bottle stuff up because no one else is around to hear it. After all, friends do have lives that don't revolve around you.

But there's the cynic part. Where I don't think personally I'll find it. I know I've probably discussed this before, but hell if I'll look through the posts to find it. But the thing is that I still cry when I see certain movies, like that Leprechaun one. I also cry at the episode where Will on Fresh Prince meets his father, who ends up tossing him aside for other reasons. I've subtitled the episode "To Hell With Him" after that ending scene. I'm a complete and utter sap. Seriously. Though, I laughed my ass off at Beaches, Terms of Endearment and Titantic (Dear Rose & Jack, you're both dumbasses).

So I get this great big gooey crying fest going on every time I happen to run across certain movies and scenes. I've stayed up the past two nights to see the Leprechaun movie. Which is odd, because I really need to be asleep before 6am, but I can't seem to stop myself. Sometimes you just need that crying fest. And the chance to just enjoy the sappy. And I could quote the scenes to you. It's one of the reasons I can't hate Sci Fi entirely. They give me good mini series to watch (seriously, did anyone else watch Tin Man?).

It's no wonder that I enjoy fandoms, because I can read and enjoy the stories (while ocassionaly scoff at the really bad fic). Kinda like planting myself. Hey, at least I don't write Sue inserts anymore. I consider this progress. But the really good writers can make you feel that you're in the scenes, watching them unfold. The same thing with movies. A really good mushy scene is more than really bad dialogue. It's the emotions. Which is probably why I cheer on Frank Sinatra's character in Young At Heart, even though he's an ass.

Hey I'm not totally shallow girl here. I mean, hot boys (and a few girls) are nice. Really nice. But it's not everything. It doesn't make me connect with the characters, and want them to have a happily ever after. Does make bad movies more enjoyable, I have to admit. If only Jessica Alba didn't look like a bad peroxide job half the time, I might finally put her in that category. Well, her acting isn't what's keeping me interested. Ahem, sorry. Tangent rant.

And now that I'm done babbling, I'll be going to bed. Vacation and Christmas posts coming up in the next couple days. We're finally catching up with everything after Wrinkles. All I'll have left is one load of clothes to dry. We had like six.

Gub,gub, gub!

I'm falling into the pit of addiction. Someone throw me a rope, would ya? My head's nearly sunk, and frankly the pit smells funky, since all those other people are in it, too. And I think someone stole my shoe and gave me a potato sack instead.

Oh, shit. I think someone just farted. Good lord. Halp! Halp!

Just Another Second Childhood, Thanks

Okay, I know I've been MIA. Sorry, I've just been playing with my new crack. Well, it's an old one that I used for like two minutes before abandoning because I kinda wanted to hop in someone's pants, but anyway. Ahem. I have a confession to make:

I play Neopets.

That's right. The game made for ten-year-olds is now my obsession. I'm not quite all there, am I? Ah, well. At least I can play with my little stupid pet that has a petpet. *grins* So if I've missed, oh, say about four days reading the blogs? That's why. I'm catching up now.

In other news, I have a 91 in my math class, so I can pretty much bomb the final and still pass with the required C. Woohoo. And I got my Regents Test result, which is a Georgia educational requirement, and it was really, really good. You need a 61 in order to pass, and I got an 83. That's the reading comprehension anyway. Not bad, really. Almost 20 points higher. And I think the points go up to 99. It equals out to an 83% rounded up. Considering I wasn't even reading half of what was asked, I think I can comprehend what's going on.

On the writing test, the scale was 1-3. A 1 is failing, meaning you couldn't write if your life depended on it. A 2 is passing, the minimum, and is pretty average. A 3 is publishable. You have an hour to write about a topic that is given to you (there's a choice of four). There is three pages you have to fill, and you can skip lines (and is actively encouraged). I skipped lines until I got about to page three and realized I was going to run out of room so I stopped skipping lines, which is also allowed and encouraged. I received a 2, which means I passed both sections. That means I kinda kicked ass.

Now, to go to bed. I'm so tired. Or not. I meant to add that Pug Mom, your tat looks really pretty.

She's not a peer group, she's supper

We all know I can't sleep for shit, so I'm still awake at 4:00am. I was flipping channels and came upon The Hallmark Channel, which is not actually that unusual. I love watching Walker at 1am every night since usually nothing else is on. Anyway, so I get there and I see Bridget Fonda looking hot in white, like entirely white. I went, "Is this some movie version of The Snow Queen?" I loved that story as a child, ironic since I hate the cold, but I looked around on IMDB.com and then tried to download it (sadly, no one seems to have it right now) until I can buy it. Because, dude, Bridget was hot. Ahem. But then I started watching it and I really, really liked it.

The fact I'm a fantasy geek is not news to anyone here, either. I love it to pieces. And the styling reminded me so much of The 10th Kingdom and Merlin, other awesome miniseries I adore. And of course, I always get giddy when I catch The Magical Legend of the Leprechauns on the television around St. Patrick's Day. And let's not discuss the newer versions of Dune and Children of Dune by Sci Fi that I'm practically engaged to, shall we? So this is not news that shiny, new fantasy things are like crack to a whore at the bus station for me. Then I found that was made in 2002.

How did I not know my crack existed?! People! Readers! You are falling down on the job! I must know these things. Because. It. Is. My. Crack. Even more than urban fantasy (as long as we can chuck LKH and her PWP Anita Blake series out the window, please) and the hot smexings of Anne Bishop's Black Jewels Trilogy and assorted stories in that universe.

Seriously, dude. My crack. I want my crack more! I missed the first hour and only saw the last bit. I just. I want it! I will have to wait until either Christmas (which is probably not happening since I need to replace the money on my financial aid card more) or Tax Return Season. I just. You have no idea. Maybe I'll buy more of those miniseries, if I can find them on sale. Visual crack does a body good, damn it.