Tea: 2
Music: Moody Blues Time Traveller, disk 1
Hours of Sleep: 12 (yay!)


After being almost chronically sleep-deprived this entire week, I finally hit Friday and was somewhat suprised to find myself still standing. This was the first week of classes and the deadline for many of my hall programs. The real kicker, however, was the Monty Python-esque plot bunnie who showed up next to my computer on Monday. I thought he was going to go for my jugular, but it turns out he just wanted me to write a Monk fanfic. So, I've been working on that after-hours, until, like, two in the morning. Then I get up at six-thirty and start all over again.

But if you're interested in reading what I've come up with, you can find chapter 1 at ff.net. The story is called Mr. Monk and the Head Injury (not too creative, I know - I have a terrible time with titles!). The basic idea is that Monk is hit by a car, wakes up, and starts acting a little strange. A little strange as in totally normal. OCD? What OCD? He also seems to have one other small problem - he thinks he's married to Sharona.

Sounds hokey? Oh, it totally is. But it's just so much fun to write! Like the show, it's not the plot that matters so much, but how the characters deal with plot developments and each other. And believe it or not, it's actually easier to write OCD Monk than completely stable Monk. I thought that maybe I could look at some of Tony Shalhoub's other roles to figure out how to write this new Monk - but he plays such completely bizarre characters!

Speaking of which, I caught 'The Imposters' on Bravo the other day - I've seen it five times and it still cracks me up. Fantastic movie - if you haven't seen it, you should!

I guess that's all that interesting for now. I'm off to see if I've gotten any reviews yet.

I am so pathetic.

Toodles from the teapot.

Coffee: 0
Tea: 5 cups, total.
Music: Speakers are dead.
Books: are boring


Worked a long time today, and then just lazed about feeling generally sorry for myself. Classes start on Monday again, I have tours to give tomorrow, and according to Miki, am supposed to be at my peak social interaction level (read: sexual) right now. We both then bemoaned the fact that we are currently quite pathetic singletons.

You see, she's been on this horrible depressing kick lately of quoting stats at me everytime we speak. It's been this way for two weeks, ever since her (now ex-) boyfriend accidentally got her and Nicole arrested one night. It was a rather amusing story, but things got ugly at the time, so now Miki and Joe are not speaking. Or something. So she's started watching trashy talk shows and reading bad magazine articles, and has decided we both need a "personality makeover".

I think the stress of the upcoming semester has completely unhinged her. Either that, or she's still holding a grudge against me for something. Oh, well.

So I gave in and made my semester resolution, "Aquire steady, mentally-stable boyfriend, and/or do not make fun of the guys I date until after we've broken up.", just to make her happy. It was going to be, "Study hard and ace all classes, taking care not to have a mental break-down until Christmas vacation." I suppose I can have two.

Bleh. All this talk of school and dating giving me a headache. Think I'll go write for a bit.

Toodles from the teapot.

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Coffee: 1 Starbucks Iced Mocha (actually too hot for real coffee)
Music: Classic Rock (radio station)
Current Temp: The petunias are wilting.
Books: Emma by Jane Austen, The Vandemark Mummy by Cynthia Vogt
Days of Freedom Left: 2 (wah!)


Don't you hate it when bloggers seem to think you care, for example, what color their toenails are, or what they're reading? I know I do!

Just kidding - I rather like it, which is why I do it myself. It makes for a more interesting read than the pseudo-intellectual ones who go on and on about politics or Jesus, making no sense whatsoever and deciding on nothing. I have one word for those people: THESIS!! It's a middle school concept, people, and if you haven't mastered it, you don't deserve to have your thoughts read!

That is all.

What? you say? What prompted this highly-irrational rant? Well, let's just say that I'm sick and tired of people calling my entries - and the blog entries of similar blogs - charming, amusing, but lacking in meaningful substance. I'm not trying to win a Pulitzer, here. I'm trying to write things down so I don't forget.

It's worked so far. I've written more faithfully in this than I ever have in a diary. Really, I just need to start printing off entries at the end of every month, for posterity.

Anyhew. Rant over.

Am actually at work writing this particular entry - something which I would normally never do, because I have a kind of rudimentary work-ethic. However, we are experiencing technical difficulties here at work. And since I have to be here, I'm better of typing something and making customers think we work hard than just trying to get pencils to stick in the ceiling.

Besides. I just looked at the ceiling. It appears to be plastered sheetrock - the pencils would never stick.

After I serve my time at work, two of my friends and I are going to do the whole "Girly Night Out" thing. The mall, the pub, and then the movies. Although considering one of my friend's tendency to get totally plastered, maybe we should go to the pub last. Honestly - who gets wasted off of two Long Island Ice Teas? Her, that's who (names are being withheld to protect privacy and egos).

I still have to sign up for my last three classes for next semester, as the last time I tried, they were full. But they were lecture classes - it shouldn't be too hard to convince the Prof to let me in. It's not like one more is going to make a difference.

Final last development: finally got around to subscribing to Archaeology magazine. Yay! Now will not have to gaze wistfully at the newstand as I pass! Also, cheap introductory price! Yay again!

Right, I suppose I hsould go and, I dunno, alphabatize something. Or dust. Bleh.

Toodles from the teapot.

Coffee: Lots and lots (j-j-j-junkie...? Am n-n-not!)
Music: John Mayer's 'Someone Else'
Current Temp: 84 (bearable)
Books: Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen (hilarious!), Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey
Toenail Color: Gypsy Rose (sounds like a character name to me!)


Whew! Finished major project for my Child Lit class - lots of fun. Lots of work. After I finished giving my presentation, I packed up my stuff, went to the bookstore, and splurged on the above books. Well, not really splurged - they're Dover books, and so cost about as much as lunch. I skipped lunch, and went right to the reading. Fell asleep with Northanger Abbey on my face (and here I thought that only happened in fiction! I actually got a paper cut on my nose from when I tried to roll over), woke up five hours later in time for CA meeting and free chinese from Mrs. Ho's. Yay!

And that's my day in a nutshell. Am now on duty, and must stay awake for another two hours. Hence the coffee. I should go and do patrol, but can't be bothered. I'm tired of the hop-scotch I have to do to avoid stepping on cockroaches. I hate cockroaches. Eew.

Kendra A. sent me some kick-ass MP3s - at the moment, I'm ensorcelled by John Mayer and Delibes (the Flower Duet). And here I said I would never like opera.

Saw 'Pirates of the Caribbean', and OMG! I loved it! After the dismal reviews it's been getting, I was fully expecting another Disney-fied piece of rubbish. But what I failed to take into account was the fact that the actors in this film were BRILLIANT! Johnny Depp, I think, is the only person on the face of the planet who could have carried off the role of Jack Sparrow (sorry - Captain Jack Sparrow), and I don't even LIKE Johnny Depp. I certainly recommend it.

Anyway, I suppose I'll get back to my book now. Yay! Henry Tilney is fast becomming one of my favorite Austen men. And Catherine Morland is a crack-up.

Toodles from the teapot.

Coffee: 2
Music: the Men With Brooms soundtrack (v. good!)
Current Temperature: 97
Books: Holes by Louis Sachar, And Then There Were None by Agatha Chrisitie


It is very, very hot outside. It doesn't help that my apartment building is surrounded by concrete and asphalt - the whole thing acts like one big solar oven. Yech.

So, the swamp-coolers are on full-blast, which means that the posters on my walls are curling up at the corners and my bedclothes are starting to smell mildewy. I guess the smell is better than the heat.

Am too worn-out to do much of anything. I just felt that it had been a long time since I updated my blog, and it was time to do so. A few major points:

I switched majors. I am now going for a Bachelor of Science in Elementary Education. Education is much more up my alley than Archaeology. While I am very good at finding things, and very much okay with sitting in a hole all day and digging....writing papers about it? Not so much. So I'm going to teach, and have been spending a lot of this summer reading kids books. I'm happy as a clam.

I updated Hermione Granger's Diary - chapter four is now up.

I updated Revenge of the Taxidermist - chapter two is now up, chapter three will be up momentarily.

I've gotten my Great-great Auntie Grayce's sewing machine to start working again - cleaned out about a pound of cat hair and assorted grime from the insides, scrubbed it out with terps, and oiled. It runs like a charm. Will now get started on restoring the wooden table it rests on. Yay! A Project!

Kissin' Keith is MIA - yay! A friend of mine is now trying to set me up with another friend of hers. Disaster will undoubtably follow.

Have decided that Men With Brooms is one of my all-time favorite movies. I've owned it for about a month, and have already watched it about twenty times. It has Paul Gross in it, for crying out loud. And although it was disconcerting at first to hear Benton Fraser, RCMP, curse like a sailor...I got over it quickly and moved right onto my regularly scheduled oggling.

Penumbra won second place in the Shades of Grey awards for Best New Site. Kendra A. wond a handful of awards for best fic in various categories. I love sharing a website with a fanficing genius - my work gets more exposure that way!!

Am working on a new Harry Potter fanfic, post-OoP, called My Brother the Moron. It will be written from Ginny's point-of-view, because I've really started liking her since the fifth book came out. R/Hr, of course.

And that's all from Radioland, kids. I'll update more regularly, I promise.

Toodles from the teapot.

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Coffee: 2
Music: Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon
Toenail Color: Classic Red
Hours Until I Go Home: 41


Was feeling oddly creative while listing tonight. And very proud of lovely new pedicure - did it myself last night, and it actually turned out well.

I really haven't got much to talk about at the moment, other than to share the embarassment I feel at having been caught out in my lack of life. Offered to take four consecutive days of duty during today's staff meeting. "What?" They said, "You can't do that!" to which I shrugged and said, "It's not like I have anything better to do..." D'oh!

They also threatened to bonnet my door, thus forcing me to go on vacation for a week. I'm not sure I'm up to spending that much time trying to find ways to entertain myself. Have already become Hollywood Video junkie. Most recent rentals: The Purple Rose of Cairo (Cute movie. Typical Woody Allen flick, but cute. I thought it would be nice to see, as one of my favorite Mummy fanfictions is based around it.), and the Goodbye Girl (must admit to having small crush on Richard Dreyfuss - he's just like a big, cuddly teddy bear. And the movie was pretty good for it's type.).

Littlest Sis has already reminded me of my promise to take her, Bigger Little Sis, and visiting Fourth Cousin to see Finding Nemo on Saturday. I don't think it's going to be chore. I love having little sisters - they're the BEST excuse to see kid movies. Also, we're finally going to rent Jonah and the Whale - the full-length Veggie Tales movie. I made her promise not to watch it without me. I adore Veggie Tales (mainly Silly Songs With Larry - Ousta! iEs cucine el Pepino!)(or something like that! I can say it, not spell it).

Oh where is my hairbrush...oh where is my hairbrush? Oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where.............?!?!?!? is my hairbrush?

Snicker.

Toodles from the teapot.