The Teapot Tempest

2003-08-29T21:46:00.000-07:00

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.

2003-08-23T19:41:00.000-07:00

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.

2003-08-23T19:13:00.000-07:00

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I really must stop taking these quizzes. But they're so much fun!!

2003-08-23T19:02:00.000-07:00

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2003-08-06T13:33:00.000-07:00

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.

2003-07-17T22:31:00.000-07:00

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.

2003-07-10T14:39:00.000-07:00

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.

2003-07-07T07:26:00.000-07:00

Ronald Weasley is your Hunk of Burnin' Love.

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2003-06-10T22:44:00.000-07:00

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.

2003-06-08T14:27:00.000-07:00

Coffee: 2
Music: Blue Heelers soundtrack
Ideas for Mom's B-day Prezzie: Um...hmm...oh dear.

Here's a question: how do you entertain an apartment full of college basketball players (without breaking the law)? Because I'd like to know. I have six stir-crazy basketball players wondering what there is to do in Albuquerque. I told them, "Well, I don't know..." when in fact, there is plenty to do, but I feel fairly confidant that these big-city types would not enjoy the type of things I do. Go for a walk. Read a book. Go see a movie. Go hiking (yeah - the whole 'outdoors' thing? Not working. I suggested they go and shoot some hoops and they had a collective seizure - "It's f***in' hotter than Hell out there! I'm not going outside!" And today is actually quite cool. It's only 85 outside). Browse in a bookstore? Go have a little kick-about with a soccerball on the field? Make something?

They want to come over and watch my TV, as their stuff aparently hasn't arrived yet. I hedged around a bit, when I really just wanted to say, "Oh, HECK no!" I never get any time off - I haven't been on a vacation in a year! So there is no way I want to literally bring my work home...and that makes me sound like a call-girl or something. No, no - I'm not a call-girl. I'm an RA. Woohoo.

No, really. Yay.

Saw 'Hard Core Logo' last night - I just wanted to oggle Callum Keith Rennie for two hours, but GOODNESS! That man can act - so can the others. It was a fantastic movie, but the ending was a bit of a shot...er, shock. I can't remember the last time I was so stunned by something in a movie that I actually felt my face blanche, but it did last night. Woah.

CKR, I adore you with every fibre of my being. Swear to God.

Right, I'd better get back to work. Bleh. Am going to have scary nervous breakdown.

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-06-02T18:00:00.000-07:00

Coffee: 4
Tea: 2
Music: None
Hours Spent In Pain: 29

Oh, woe is me. Went hiking yesterday up in the mountains, wore a tank top. And although I spent about two hours under heavy foliage, somehow managed to get horrific sunburn on arms and shoulders. Although there is a nice backpack-shaped pale spot on back. Grr. Ow. Spent most of today feeling grumpy, sore, tired and achy - it is a really bad burn, and those always make you feel ill, I guess. But really, it is the perfect uncomfortable ending to a terrifically uncomfortable week.

Remember Keith the Weirdo? Well, he's also very cute, which is why when he asked me out for Wednesday, I accepted. It was the first time in ages that I've been out on a date that was, undeniably, a date. Usually, my dating consists of going out with guy whom I think is funny/nice, for fun, and then ends with me having small freak out when I realize that he either actually likes me, or I like him and he just sees me as "a very sweet girl". Either way, there is much doom and despair to be had.

So Wednesday? Went to go see Matrix 2. He drives a new Firebird, which should have been Red Flag Number One. But it wasn't. He held my hand in movie, which was sweet - except it was done during massive orgy scene. Red Flag Number Two. When we returned to his car, I noticed a presonalized license plate - "FLIRT". Big ol' honking Red Flag Number Three, otherwise known as the moment where I realized all was not as it appeared. We went for walk downtown, passed a "Gentleman's Club" that had sign hanging outside announcing Wednesday as "Amateur Night!", he commented (jokingly?) about me going and making some extra money to take him out next time. Cue forced laughter and Red Flag Number Four.

Drove back to campus, picked up some dinner and took it outside to eat. Stilted, boring conversation. I threw the wrapper away from my sandwich, and put on chapstick. Granted, it was cherry scented, but I have never heard of any type of chapstick being a device of seduction. Therefore it was something of a surprise when he grabbed me by the waist and started kissing me, because he "wanted to try it". Red Flag Number Five, also known as the point where I realized he was obviously seeing a whole different outcome to the night than I was. I wanted to go home, but he wanted to go for walk around campus.

It is very pretty at night, here on campus. No doubt he thought it was romantic. We walked, he held my hand, and I began to hope that maybe we were back on the same page again. Then we got to the construction site of the Student Union (due to open in a month). I wanted to look in the windows and check it out. I jumped the fence really quick, he whimped out (while staring rather obviously down my shirt. No, I wasn't particularly offended - a girl likes a little appreciation every once in a while, after all). Very disappointing. It was at that point that I new there was no way that a second date was in our future.

Eventually, he walked me home. I saw him moving in for big time smoochies, so gave him a hug. He apparently saw the whole use of arms thing as a sign that massive make-out time was ahead. I may have nipped his tongue while I pushed him (nicely, I swear!) away and out the door. But it serves him right.

He hasn't called - something which, bizarrely, is both a relief and a little insulting.

So. That was My First Summer 2003 Date. Gah. Unfortunately, I have to work in the same building as him, and walk past his apartment every time I go anywhere. Very awkward.

And yes - feel free to laugh over my embarassment. My other friends do. Miki even went so far as to tell the story to another group of her friends, who all agreed that the whole Chapstick Incident was one of the most hilarious plays they've ever heard of. I'm happy to entertain, I guess.

Anyway - I know most of you really don't want to hear about the details of stuff like that, so I'll move on.

Wrote new Gilmore Girls fic: The Grand Tour. It's a collection of vignettes about the GG's trip across Europe. Lots of fun to write, because I don't need to have a plot as such. Yay!

I'm going to go put more lotion on my burn. Oww.... Then try to entertain myself until it's time for bed. Wow. Living alone is really very boring. Maybe I'll call Keith.

Just joking.

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-05-21T22:12:00.000-07:00

Coffee: 4
Tea: 0
Music: None (And the people bowed and prayed / To the neon God they made / And the sign flashed out it's warning / In the words that it was forming / And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls / And tenement halls." / And whispered in the sounds of silence...)

Yay! Got computer hooked up sooner than expected, and decided to take more quizzes/check email rather than face the stack of boxes looming at me in the living room. To comment on the quizzes - I thought it was a little strange that I got Giles on the quiz - at least until I took the next one and discovered that I am, in fact 100% British. I have a terrible feeling that Tanya is going to write something insulting about that in my shout-out section. I'm sorry, Tanya, I really am! I tried to be Australian! But apparently I watch to many BBC mysteries, damn my eyes.

Speaking of the shout outs - I really am trying to figure out how to change that to something less teeny-bopperish, like, "Remarks" or "Bitte?" or "I'd just like to say..." or something of the sort. Unfortunately, I have, like, no HTML knowledge at all (my HTML is actually worse than my spelling, believe it or not), so any changes I've been able to make on this blog so far have been due to trial and error or the power of prayer.

Am unable to do any sort of recap for the finales last night - I missed both Gilmore Girls and Buffy: the Vampire Slayer - I was planning on watching Buffy just for sentimental reasons - but didn't have my TV hooked up. D'oh! Leah told me (in between miserable sniffles and coughing) that the only good thing about the Buffy finale was that they killed everyone off, and the really bad part was that they then brought nearly everyone back to life again. Except Spike, of course, but we already know he's going to show up as a regular on Angel next season. She didn't watch GG at all, thinking that I always tape it, and so would just borrow it from me. She apparently forgot about my role in the Great Overland Migration of 2003. Oh well.

Speaking of Leah, her 21st is on Sunday, so we're planning on partying like it's...well, okay. That sentence fell apart on me. Anyway - big party. Lots of alcohol. Talked to Miki, she said she'd be there as long as she was allowed to do Jell-o shots and sit in the hot tub. I told her I thought there was probably a Surgeons General warning about that, but she was adamant. Should be very funny to see her do her Preppy Frat Party Girl routine in a party populated by Leah's Death Metal friends. Snicker.

Need to find something to wear.

Also need to find something to eat, now that I think about it. There's nothing to eat in apartment except for a jar of instant coffee (both grounds and glass jar itself equally palatable, as far as I'm concerned), and frozen salmon fillet, left behind by the previous tenant. I'm not too sure about the wisdom in eating strange fish (no offense, Hamish). Guess I'll go to grocery store tomorrow. And Starbucks. Keith was being big weirdo today, calling me every twenty mintues from work and wanting me to bring him a carmel machiato. I didn't, but it got me really missing those lovely iced mochas they make. Yum.

Okay, I need to get back to work. The boxes are calling.

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-05-21T20:54:00.000-07:00

See what Rugrat you are.

2003-05-21T20:18:00.000-07:00

100% British!

Are you British?

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2003-05-21T20:13:00.000-07:00

You are... GILES
You are

Giles

"You should never be cowed by authority. Except, of course, in this instance, where I am clearly right and you are clearly wrong."

What "Buffy" Character Are You?

2003-05-20T10:06:00.000-07:00

Coffee: 1(need much, much more)
Music: My CDs and stereo are packed in a box....somewhere....
Current Tally of Evicted Dust-Bunnies: 47

MOVING DAY!!! I was up until one this morning packing and cleaning because, you see, I had a plan. A very sound, well thought-out, written-out plan. I packed up my room, put everything out in the hall, cleaned the room from top to bottom, then put everything back in the room. That was what I achieved yesterday, according to plan. The rest of the plan was to take a shower, pack up the rest of the bathroom, go to sleep, wake up, have eat everything that's still in the refrigerator (one slice of H&P pizza, two pints of milk, and an orange), then do laundry before going to work for the day.

Aparently, the laundry room downstairs is out of order, or undergoing renovations, or something of that sort. This revelation totally threw me out of my groove. Even worse was when I got a phone call from Mom, saying that my dad and brother were in town today, taking Littlest Sis to dentist (I wonder what color her braces will be now?), and they were going to swing by afterwards and give me a hand with the moving. This was not what upset me. What upset me was her, "Oh, honey - I found some stuff around the house I thought you might need..."

Gah! Does she not realize the amount of stuff I already have is an embarassment to any self-respecting starving college student? If I cram anything else into my new apartment, I'm pretty sure the floor will collapse.

Nah, it's not that bad, I guess. I'm just so not looking forward to carrying this stuff up and down more flights of stairs.

Also news that is not of the good: the city is undergoing a freak cold front today and tomorrow, accompanied by high winds. And I packed my jacket at the bottom of My Big Box. Guess I'll just have to freeze at work today.

Anyhew, summing up: I'm going to be run off my feet for the next few days, so if you haven't heard from me by Saturday I'm either sleeping it off, or have died a horrible death squished on the bottom of a refrigerator box.

Toodles from the Teapot.

2003-05-17T21:47:00.000-07:00

Total Flights of Stairs Climbed Today: 76
Total Calories Consumed: Never you mind, nosy parker.
Music: Hallelujah by John Cale
Current ABQ Temperature: 86 (bleh)

It's weird, but I cannot listen to John Cale's version of Hallelujah without getting all teary. Conditioning, I suppose, from the 9-11 coverage. Odd. It was on Without a Trace Thursday, and although I was already crying (the acting was AMAZING, and yes, I have also been somewhat emotional lately. Stress.), the song played at the end and had me absolutely bawling.

Am going to wait to do the week's recap until later - until then, a brief ratings system: Gilmore Girls: Bleh. 5/10. The West Wing: predictable, but moving. 7/10. CSI: great performances from Grissom, Catherine, and even Greg. The whole cast was awesome. Crime was a bit cheesy. 8/10. Without A Trace: despite the fact that they've smote my hopes for a Sam/Jack relationship, they opened the door for Sam/Martin. Also, Poppy Montgomery, Anthony LaPaglia, and...the dude who played the distraught widower...whatsisname...AMAZING!!! Have I said that already? 10/10.

Kicked ass on final exams. I am so the woman. Also learned some interesting things about Navajo culture, as my study partner for History is from that tribe, and likes to talk. Which worked well, because I like to listen.

We were studying in the Frontier Restaurant - an all-night college hangout which is so famous in Albuquerque, and maybe in all of NM, that it was on Comedy Central's Insomniac once. Anyway, it is kinda hokey and well represents the exploitation of southwest culture that is so prevailent in America today (woohoo! Check out my in-class essay vocab!). There are several enormous and extremely alarming portaits of John Wayne on the walls, in various mediums. There is one room that is almost entirely covered in Indian blankets of various patterns and authenticities. But mostly, the entire restaurant (which takes up a streetside of an entire block, by the way), is chock a block full of local artists' southwestern-inspired paintings. One painting hung over the booth where we sat - it was a painting of a sand painting, used by medicine men to heal the sick. The guy I studied with was very annoyed with it. Why? Not because it gives away "secrets" of the Navajo tribe, he said, although that was part of it. But because while that painting can cure the sick person it is intended for, if anyone other than the medicine man sees it, it can seriously harm them. He said that that is where a lot of the controversy over cultural exploitation comes from - the Native Americans see a power in these images, and want to protect anyone from being unwittingly harmed by them. Unfortunately, most Americans refuse to let it go at that. We want to know "How can it hurt us?" or "Why would it hurt us?". And in asking these questions we cause ourselves a whole lot of trouble.

He asked me, in an odd (at the time) non-sequiter, if I was religious. I said, "Not really." But I do have a tremendous amount of faith. This actually made the two of us very similar. Religion tells you the "How" and the "Why" of belief or faith, and I've never really appreciated someone telling me that the only right way to pray is with my eyes closed. The Navajo seem to put a lot of trust in just knowing, and not questioning things, and I find myself empathizing despite the differences between us. It's really quite fascinating to think about.

Yikes. They're letting off fireworks over at the baseball stadium, and it sounds as if we're under attack from ninteenth century cannons. BOOM! BOOM! POP! POP! BOOM!

Cool.

I'd better get to bed. Early day tomorrow.

"All I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who out-drew you..."

Sigh.

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-05-08T22:37:00.000-07:00

HOLY SAILING 'SHIPS, BATMAN!
Coffee: 0
Tea: 2
Pointless Bureaucratic Functions: 2
Pieces of Cheesecake Consumed At Pointless Bureaucratic Functions: 1 (Yay! Shows self-restraint!)

Yes, it's Thursday night, which means it is time again for me to ponder pointlessly, yet time-consumingly over the television shows I watch too much of. First, The West Wing. Holy Cow! Amy actually came right out and asked Donna if she was in love with Josh. That has absolutely never been done before. I think maybe because Janel Maloney is so much better at expressing, just through body language or the inflection on a word, how the character feels - so they've never had to make it obvious. Or something. At any rate, I was so stunned by Amy having the guts to ask (although, c'mon - four beers? Dutch courage, apparently.) that I wasn't able to react. Even Leah, who'd come over, seeking food and ditching class, was able to burst out with an "Wha--?! Oh my God!". And Leah is only shippy because I forced her to be.

So although I made my excuses, saying, "I can't believe she said that! I have to watch this again!", I still have no idea what to make of this latest development. I know that Josh and Donna are hurtling towards romance at the same approximate speed as an F-16, but what will happen next? I wanna know! I wanna know this season!

On the down side, the current Season Finale Death Toll is 4 - 0. Josh, season 1 (okay, so he didn't die - but he was shot!), Mrs. Landingham, season 2; Simon, season 3; and now the blonde secret service agent, season 4. Good grief, Charlie Brown.

Okay, onto more scientific (HA!!! I can hear my forensics professor rolling in her lab) territory. CSI - apparently they have finally decided to face the whole Sara/Grissom thing by having Sara ask Gil out on a date. And I swear I've read that exact scene in fanfic somewhere - Sara asks, Gil immediately says, "No!", sounding panicked. It was funny. And some real romance on the show might be nice - it would be sad for all that chemestry to go to waste. Although I am wondering if Jorja Fox (Sara) is pregnant. She really, really looked it in this ep - unless her wardrobe was just extraordinarily unflattering. With her slight paunch and the innuendo-laden ask-out with Gil, I almost wondered if Gil and Sara had a fling and...ta da! We have a problem. That'd certainly be one way to deal with it.

Also, (and I cannot be happier!) GREG LIVES!!! Yay! My favorite lab rat is okay. I only wish they'd killed off that other new annoying lab guy.

Without A Trace had even more references to the Sam/Jack relationship. I guess the two characters had an affair a while back that is only now coming out in the rumor mills, which made it interesting when the other FBIs on the scene tried to decided who was the best man to mediate the hostage situation.

On a side-note, I think I'm going to do a study one of these days (probably when I'm in my declining years with nothing better to do) to figure out how many times characters with the names of Sam and Jack have romantic relationships. There's Without A Trace, Stargate SG-1...d'oh. I know there's others. I saw an ad on Lifetime yesterday for a movie that I think was actually called Sam and Jack. Anyway, I've gotten off track. Think I'll finish my tea and go to bed with a book. Yay! Feel as though I'm on vacation already!

Feel free to leave a comment below, too.

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-05-06T20:13:00.000-07:00

Coffee: Way more than is healthy.
Music: Crowded House, Reaccurring Dream
Book: Children of the Storm by Elizabeth Peters

Woohoo! Meg from down the hall finished reading newest Liz Peters book and lent it to me. I figure I should have it finished by tomorrow lunchtime. So far it's been good - not quite as un-put-downable as her earlier Amelia Peabody series installments (obvious to my blog readers by the very fact that my nose is pressed up against a computer screen rather than being stuck in a book), but very entertaining all the same. And if you're a fan of mysteries, adventure, archaeology, or any combination of those, you'd better check this author out. She also writes suspense under the pseudonym Barbara Michaels, which are also very entertaining - my personal favorite (for some reason) being Stitches in Time. I love Adam (read it and you'll understand who/what I'm talking about.).

And as for the Great Big Honking Question of Elizabeth Peters Land, I believe it has finally been answered in this latest Amelia book. The question, for those of you who are unsure, is: What is the relationship between John Tregarth, the unlucky crook of the Vicky Bliss series, and the Emerson family?? John mentions in Night Train To Memphis that he has an old family connection to Egypt. And the author herself has confirmed suspicions that the two families are somehow related - suspicions which began to take form after we read about John's Grandfather (deceased) in The Camelot Caper, and he was described as having the very same type of features that Ramses Emerson is described as having.

Woah, boy did that sentence get away from me. Anyway. In Children of the Storm, we discover that Ramses and Nefret have had twins. On a side note, that's a truly terrifying concept. But anyway - David John Emerson is said to have his mother's blond hair and "cornflower blue" eyes, along with the "hawk-like" nose of his father. Sounds like John Tregarth to me, folks...or his father. Hmm.....

Anyway. That train of thought just ran off the rails. I'll shut up about my theory until I can re-read the pertinate books and gather documented evidence.

Have been in state of constant "Yech!" lately. Next door neighbor has developed sex life. I'm happy for her, honestly. But I swear to God I hear her and her boyfriend going at it five times a day. Last night the tell-tale squeaking woke me up at three a.m. It was so loud, for one disoriented minute I actually wondered it was coming from my bed and I just had fallen asleep in the middle of the act.

Fortunately, not. That would be very awkward and embarassing, for me and other participant.

But that doesn't change the fact that the nymphos next door are starting to get on my nerves.

On that annoyed and rather uncharacteristically PG-13 note....

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-05-05T09:07:00.000-07:00

Which Fanfiction Term Are You?
a quiz from pot and staffs

Oooh! I *so* knew that, though. Ha! Sporks! Bwahahaha!

2003-05-05T08:40:00.000-07:00

You are Ray Kowalski!

Which Due South character are you?
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Hell yeah!

2003-05-04T21:25:00.000-07:00

Coffee: 3
Music: None (Ivy's "Edge of the Ocean" is running around and around in my brain)
Hours of Sleep: 12 (Yay! Finally feel part way human!)

Have been wondering what to get my mother for mother's day. Traditionally, you're supposed to make her something, I know...at least that's the way it's always been in my family. I was wondering if maybe I should finish and frame the enormous charcoal drawing I'm working on of a bluff overlooking the Snake River (Oregon/Idaho, FYI). But I really don't know if she'd want that. I'd hate to be one of those kids who has crappy artwork hung up at her parent's house just because she gifted it to someone. And I'd be mortified if it was up in the public eye and it really is crappy.... I've been working on the blinketty-blank thing so darn long that I am incapable of veiwing it objectively. My best bud Leah likes it, but then she is obligated to say that as I buy paintings from her.

Moving on to other things. Littlest Sis called today. She is ten, and quite opinionated. Aparently, she's been shopping with Mom recently, and she had to tell me in excruciating detail what she bought, what it looks like, what she thinks of it, what mom thinks of it, and what ten of her friends think of it. Whew. It was one of those conversations where you can say, "Uh huh? Wow!", set the phone down, go to the bathroom, come back, make a pot of coffee, run downstairs to the vending machine, come back, and pick up the phone just in time to hear her pausing for breath. And my bigger little sister is just the same.

To paraphrase Miss Piggy, they cannot be MOIS sisters. Honestly, I am Mumbling Monosyllabic Girl - how on Earth could me, Allison, and Hannah all have grown up in the same house? Could it be because I, being an Oregonian, am just naturally more taciturn than my New Mexico-born siblings? Is there something in the water? Could I, in fact, have been switched at birth and not related to them at all? HOW???!!!

These are questions that will probably never be answered, so I should learn to cope. Oh well.

That quiz below was made by moi - and I'm starting to think that I need to add more variables, as both Tanya and Liz have gotten Rory as an answer. I think I should add Kirk. Bwahahaha! Maybe Dave, Tristan (shudder), Emily and Richard, Sookie, Jackson, and Taylor as well. You know, the entire cast.

Augh. That will take so long.

Anyway, I need to go do...something.

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-05-04T16:29:00.000-07:00

Jess Mariano: Rebel with a library card, you are a
walking contradiction. Some may have a problem
with your attitude, but we all know that only
geniuses write in the margins of their books.

Which Gilmore Girls Character Are You?
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2003-05-01T22:10:00.000-07:00

You'd be Doctor Erin Gibson. The historian/linguist
of SG-20. A genius and a kid at heart. Very
sarcastic and funny. Always smiling. But she
seriously lacks common sense.

Stargate Elite... Which Character Would You Be?
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Gah. Must stop doing these silly, insanely addictive quizes. But later.

2003-04-30T20:28:00.000-07:00

Coffee: 1 1/2 pots. Ooooh...look at the walls swimming....
Music: None. Must. Concentrate.
Total Hours of Procrastination Today: 12

Yes, campers, I know I should be writing my paper for Frontier History. Or, y'know, studying for the big-ass Bio Anthro exam tomorrow (which, by the way, had a 104 "items to know" review with it. I am so profoundly screwed.

But nooooo!! (she says a la John Belushi). No, I've spent the day yelling at the stunningly noisy people who have taken up residence in my hall (and as they're men, they really have no business here, damn it!), alphabatizing CD collection, dusted, cleaned bathroom, chatted with long-lost friends on phone, and just generally tried to remain three feet away from my computer - and my history paper - at all times.

But hey - read this Stargate fic. It's super short but just sheer brilliance, I think. Way Smarter by Jara. While you're at it, read all her fic. It's awesome.

While I'm in a web page mood, check out Penumbra - Kendra's got the basics up, and it's gorgeous.

Okay, that's about as updatey as I'm getting today. Off to scream at guys to SHUT THE HELL UP!!! and do homework. Again. Still. On-going. In perpetua. Wah!

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-04-26T22:15:00.000-07:00

Coffee: 3
Music: Attempting to find Cowboy Junkies' cover of "Sweet Jane" on Morpheus...
Book: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
Number of Times Positive Francis Parkman's The Oregon Trail Was Taunting Me From It's Untouched Home On My Desk: 12
Number of Times Contemplated Actually Reading Darn Thing So I Could Write History Paper: 34

Y'know, original Velvet Underground version of Sweet Jane sounds nothing like the Cowboy Junkie version. But fun all the same.

Missed test for Music today - unconscious. No sleep past week, so when I got home Friday from work, I brushed my teeth (dental hygine is extremely important) and passed out. I woke up at three this afternoon, although I have the bizarre feeling that I woke up sometime earlier this morning to feed my fish. Needless to say, I missed class by about five hours. Bleh.

Got summer RA job instead of applying to Field School. That's okay, it gives me a chance to take a lab class with very cool professor Ozzy Pearson at Uni. Also got fall RA job. Woohoo! Talk about job security.

My writing is going no-where. Nearly finished with chapter four of Hermione Granger's Diary, but then I re-read it and it doesn't sound very perky. And perky is pretty much the only characteristic of my work. Feel depressed and appear to have lost the small grain of talent I once possesed.

To continue pessimistic and melancholy thread - things are going to hell in a hula-hoop (as Toby Zeigler would say). Will not rant about family, as I suppose all my friends have heard enough on the subject. As for the girls on my floor - I think they're still somewhat shell-shocked about everything that's been going on. One of my residents was sexually assaulted, in the building. And I am feeling profoundly useless. I've never been very good at giving advice, and feel very awkward about being a shoulder to cry on. I'm more of a "point me in any direction and let me do something" person. However, in RA school they teach you that that sort of thing is interferring and can be construed as controlling.

Well...yeah. I mean, someone's got to take control of something around here! If everyone just stands around and wrings their hands, nothing is ever going to change. And all of this "Que sera, sera," business is helping about as much as a kick in the pants. I realize that I'm not allowed to go after the guy with an axe (not that I wouldn't dearly love to go all Lorena Bobbit on his ass), but there are things we can change. Security policy for one thing. Making sure people are educated about drinking and looking after their friends when they go to a party. Making sure their friends get home safe and alone (unless they choose otherwise)... and so on.

Whew. Deep breath.

Yeah. I've been busy lately. And slightly stressed.

I'm not the only one, either. Best buds are already looking into Grad schools. Personally, I'm inclined to go to whichever Grad school is both cheap, and far away from New Mexico and any large city. No, I'm really not very ambitious. Ambition gives you ulcers. Just ask my friends - they're driving themselves absolutely bonkers. Miki, for example, is having "the most dismal semester" of her life. I told her taking nothing but bio and chem (oh, sorry - and the advanced psych) classes in one semester was a bad idea. I think she's on the verge of either a) a burn-out, or b) a nervous breakdown. But in truly Hermione-like fashion, whenever I broach the idea of...I dunno...taking a day off to get the heck outta Dodge, she cites homework and dropping grades. I thing the grades dropping has something to do with the fact that she hasn't seen the sky in about three months, but....who listens to me?

Speaking of Hermione, will get new Harry Potter book for Ally's b-day. A ridiculously late b-day pressie, but then I haven't even finished her Christmas present yet. Bleh. I suck.

Would reserve one for me, too, but am having financial crisis at the moment. Summer lab is 500 smackers, and then tuition for next year....oh dear oh dear oh dear oh dear..... Not to mention the fact that nearly everyone I know is having a birthday in the next few months...

Okay. I'm glad I shared all this. Nothing like a black rant to get back into the swing of blogging!

Stay tuned for: datails on the kick-ass joint web site of Kendra A. and I, PENUMBRA. Kendra writes awesome Willow/Spike and Willow/Angel stuff, and has a healthy appreciation for all things Douglas Adams. Plus, she's making the site single-handedly. How can you not love her?? ;)

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-04-21T20:21:00.000-07:00

You are 'Semiprecious'. Because they're just so
damn adorable. Squee. Sigh.

Which Suzvoy Stargate Fanfic Are You?
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2003-02-26T14:16:00.000-08:00

Tea: 1
Music: Downloaded Frank Sinatra tunes.
Book: Ragged Dick and Mark the Match Boy by Horatio Alger (v. good!), The Oregon Trail by Francis Parkman.
Number of Times Stepped on Attractive Men's Feet Whilst Trying to Samba: 17 (waaaahhh!!)

I learned something very interesting today. I cannot Samba to save my life. I think this is a good thing to know - just in case, y'know, I'm ever stranded in Brazil during Carnival and am kidnapped by Colombian drug lords, and am told that I can either 1) Make a run for it under heavy machine gun fire, or b) Samba for them and then just walk away...well, I should probably go with the "Running away under heavy fire" option.

And my calves hurt. But I think that's just because I went running yesterday morning on a whim, and forgot to stretch properly first. Ouch.

Was disappointed in the lack of JavaJunkie-ness in yesterday's Gilmore Girls, and was made slightly nauseated by gratuitous Max scenes and the mere mention of Nicole. However, I ADORED Paris. Lisa Weil was just amazing in this one. She made me cry, that's for sure.

Speaking of Gilmore Girls, remember my panicked mention of the new MacGyver show for the WB? Well, I found out who was cast as Clay MacGyver - Mac's nephew. Jared Padeleski (or whatever his last name is). I'm a little concerned. I mean, from what I can tell, the boy can't act any better than I can Samba. But I guess he has that "Lanky Puppy-Dog Eyed" look that Richard Dean Anderson had - and from what I've been able to tell, the WB casting agents cast solely on looks, not talent.

But I'll still watch, never fear.

Question, though - with neither Jess nor Dean around, Rory's going to be looking for a new love interest. And don't you dare mention Tristan. Tristan is not coming back. He's too busy being (snort) 'The Lone Ranger'. Normally I'd watch that movie just to mock it (and Chad Michael Murray), but it interferes with my West Wing time. So...no. I'll just laugh at the ads that come on for it.

Why am I talking so much about TV? Don't I have anything better to do????

Well, no. Rather remarkably, I am facing no personal crisis. Friends are, I aren't. Am, however, going to a meeting on Thursday of Campus Democrats. Hoping to pick up some good Dubya jokes, which I promise to share with my blog-reading audience.

In reality, am going to Democrats meeting only to avoid forced socializing with fellow RAs. I just really don't get along with them. They're so ridiculously personable that they come across as being fake, as opposed to me, who could conceivably be the female counterpart to Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls.

And there I go again with the TV stuff. Must stop!!!

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-02-20T14:00:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 4
Tea: 1
Music: CSI Soundtrack (wicked cool!)
Exams Taken: 1
Hours Spent Berating Myself: 5

Biological Anthropology exam. Having already ranted fairly coherently on the subject of my biological anrthropology class and Professor via email, I've pretty much gotten it out of my system for now. However, I had the first exam for that class today, and it didn't exactly go swimmingly. I focused so hard on learning the math for the darn class, that I forgot to learn names and dates - you know, the throwaway questions. Doggonit. So, I guess we'll wait and see - I need to know wether or not I need to memorize the book for the next test. Should have studied harder.

Have recieved phone-call from Mom, saying she is being persecuited at work for her "Damn Leftist Liberalist Leanings" (I got my love of alliteration from her, I believe). Namely, she admitted publicly that she never voted for Bush - and wouldn't have if she'd been held at knife point - and thinks he is an idiot.

Apparently, some co-workers reported her to her boss. WTF??!?!???! What is this, the McCarthy Era?? I know my mother - she doesn't go around proclaiming things - she doesn't like confrontations. So there was no reason for that to happen.

This whole situation has me far beyond aggrivated. I didn't vote for W. I think he's a self-important jackass who believes in America's innate supperiority so much he's willing to antagonize everyone, just because he thinks he can. Grrr! Has he ever heard of tact? Diplomacy? Common decency or manners? There's a phrase I remember my mom telling me in about third grade - "Just because you can beat someone up, doesn't mean you should." There's really no sense in Bush making the entire world pissed at America/Americans just because he "can". I doubt anyone really has a problem with what he wants to do - get rid of a Dictator who has comitted human rights violations right and left, in addition to breaking international treaties, etc. But couldn't he have breached the subject to the international community in better terms than "Saddam is Evil"??? What kind of asinine person does that??

Oh, wait...

Anyhew. Rant over. I'm just angry and concerned because people seem to blame the "We, the People" part of this country for what Bush is doing. Dad was upset because one of our old friends from Australia sent him a scathing e-mail, basically accusing him personally of trying to start WWIII. Are they crazy? He was in the Navy during Vietnam - and isn't there an saying about old soldiers making the best pacifists? Well, it's true.

Plus, there's an attempt on the part of the....wait for it...Republican party...to link the Draft with driver's license applications. In short, men over 18 can't get a license unless they've signed up for the draft. Words such as "archaic" and "imbicilic" come to mind. And my family is upset, because it looks like my brother isn't going to meet the requirements of his scholarship after this semester, which means that he won't get special dispensation if the miliatry starts drafting.

Okay, now I'm done. Funnily enough, I'm not pissed about BioAnthro anymore.

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-02-07T14:18:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 0. (it's percolating)
Music: 0. (sweet silence)
Headache: 1
Bum Ache: 1
Hours Before New SG-1: 3.72

Oooowwww.... Woke up with headache. Kind of used to it, as I decided on Monday that I would go cold-turkey from caffeine.

Yeah, that resolution lasted a long time...

Why? you ask? Why would such a happily caffeinated person stop drinking coffee?? Well, because Leah scared the beejeesers outta me. She's aparently been seeing a doctor about her stomach problems lately, and after charging her out of house and home for medicine that wasn't working, he finally told her, "Leah. You have an ulcer."

?!*$!?

She can't even legally drink yet and she has to be swilling down medication for ulcers?! Not only that, but he told her that due to her coffee diet, her blood pressure is, like, 200 over 500 or something obscene like that. And she doesn't drink nearly as much coffee as I do.

Oh dear.

But after today this whole stinkin' week, I deserve lovely cup(s) of French Vanilla roast java. Yum. It will get rid of my irritating headache.

But not bum ache. In moment of gross co-ordinational incompetance, decided to stand on chair this morning to close the heating duct in my ceiling. However, I failed to take into account a) the fact that I had, in insane cleaning frenzy, polished the chair yesterday, or b) the fact that I was wearing "Sweater Socks" - knit socks that are warm but not known for their amazing tred.

So I went up on the chair, slipped off it, landed on bum and head and on top of right hand. Hand is fine. The rest hurts.

It seems I just don't outgrow the accident prone-ness. Oy vell.

Heard new and disturbing news today, as well. Although if you're reading this blog, than chances are I've already vented to you about this.

MacGyver, the second love of my life (the first being, of course, Indiana Jones). Well, according to TV Guide.com, the WB is planning on making a new MacGyver, staring Mac's "nephew" as the star. Normally, I would be thrilled at the news. But this is the WB, and the WB's show's invariably turns into soppy, angsty and melodramatic tripe. Take Smallville, for example. They were doing so well, until they decided to see how many times they could hook Clark up with everyone on the cast. And Angel - don't even get me started on that show. They destroyed it!!

Which is why I am very, very worried. I'm worried that they're going to get some pretty boy to play the newest member of the MacGyver family, which would just be wrong. We love Mac because he's not gorgeous, but he's brilliant. I'm worried that they're going to kill the show before it even gets started because they seem to have forgotten one teeny, tiny detail: MacGyver was an only child. That much was established in the original series - the only way they'll be able to get a new MacGyver guy is to say that Mac's has a long-long brother or something, and that's just....cliched. Augh.

Righto, rant over.

Missed GG on Tuesday, thanks to unending RA meeting. D'oh. Well, according to Liz, it wasn't all that great to begin with, although I would have liked to see the L/L slap fight. Hee.

Watched West Wing on Wednesday (...Sally sells seashells on the seashore....), and WOAH!!! This episode not only ooozed Josh and Donna angst, but the issues they discussed were staggering. "Neighbor Trading" in Kundu? The very thought that a groups of people are powerful and immoral enough to force men to rape their own families is horrific beyond belief. I can't imagine that being made up by the writers of the show, but when I went to go do some additional research on the topic, I couldn't find anything on that specific practice. I did find a hell of a lot on Rape as a weapon of war, though. I read the Human Rights Watch report for Sierra Leone 1999, as well as (I think it was) the 1999 Amnesty International report for Sierra Leone and Congo. They contained first-hand accounts of rape and mutilation that made me sick to my stomach.

I read one article where the journalist said, basically, "Rape is too often seen as an innevitable by-product of war." It's true - how many people hear about woman and children being raped in Bosnia and think - we should do something - under the Geneva Convention of 1949, that classifies as a Crime Against Humanity ?? About twelve, I'd bet. People don't understand that this isn't "Hello, Sailor" stuff, or isolated incidents. This is widespread, systematic rape, being used to destroy the foundations of the "enemy's" society by destorying the women. Gang-raping over a period of days or even weeks, multilation, humiliation...

Augh. It's infuriating. It just seems that if more people knew about what was happening - and I mean exactly what was happening, every intimate detail - then maybe we could institute change of some sort. But where do you even start??

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-02-04T14:44:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 0 (bleh....)
Music: Cranberries, Everybody Else Is Doing It
Books To Read Before Thursday: 3
Number of Times Re-thought Career Choice: 3

Feeling quite proud of myself. Biological Anthropology homework was a work of art. Unfortunately, professor was sick today. Also unfortunately, class was instead taught by professor's husband, also an anthropologist, whom I intentionally avoided while signing up for classes. He's one of the most pedantic lecturers I've ever sat through. In the end, I gave up taking notes and jumped into a very exciting sequence of new, original mystery story. Will Grace be alright? Will Charlie quit being an ass and figure out what's going on? Will the authoress figure out what the plot is so Grace can be rescued from the perilous situation she's been in for the past month??? Oh, the questions...

Really want sleep. Or chocolate. Either one. However, as have recently gone on diet, chocolate is out of the question.

Why diet? Because a three weeks of being in a swing dance class, surrounded by mirrors and junior petites has not done wonders for self-confidance. Goal - loose twenty pounds by summer. Then proceed to tan and lose more weight/get in better shape while scouring the countryside for artifacts.

Yup - that's right. I'm applying for Field School. Application process should be fun. Not sure that I'll get in, as I don't know who out of the faculty would give me good recs....plus, I forgot to sign up for the waiting list. D'oh! We'll see.

Think I'll go watch TV while I read one of the books I was supposed to have finished for history. But honestly, a book with the title 'Changes In The Land: Indians, Colonists, and the Ecology of New England' isn't exactly a page-turner. Plus...isn't this an American Frontier History class? With emphasis on the frontier?? Grr. Must also read books that pertain slightly better to the subject matter: 'San Antonio de Bexar: A Community on New Spain's Frontier', and a third book that can be summed up with: "In short, the American frontier is not so much a physical place as it is a state of mind, and a symbol of the American people."

Wow. I should write stupid-ass history books.

This is why I'm in archaeology. I like physical places, not states of mind. The minds I study have been dead for thousands of years. That sure takes a philosophical load off, lemme tell ya. Can you imagine:

Me: "Excuse me, Mr. Skelleton Man - did you live here on the southern plains because of the buffallo, or because the wide-open spaces represented a freedom of spirit symbolic to your people?"

Mr. Skelleton Man: ---

Me: Hmm. That's what I thought.

???

Anyway, that brings me (sort of) to a very disturbing special I watched on Mummies last night. During the special, they showed footage of an Egyptologist performing a mummification on a human (donated-to-science, never fear) body. The Egyptologist was scary enough in his own right, but when they started doing close-ups of him and his goofy smile as he said, "There were quite a few things we were surprised about, most notably how we actually had to remove the brain...", I nearly quaked in fear.

In case you were wondering about what they discovered about brain removal - here's the skinny. Aparently, the good ol' "hook up the nose, scramble, and yank" method doesn't actually work. It really doesn't work. For one thing, it's not easy to get a tool up one's nose and into the brain - they had to bang the tool in with a wooden mallet. And yes, they showed that. Um...eew. "We found," the Egyptologist said, "that we had to use a different tool entirely. We entered throught the nose and used the tool to chop the brain until it was the approxomate consistancy of a thick milkshake [boyish laughter], then turn the body face down to let it drain out."

EEW! Eeweeweeweeweew!!!

Despite all my bravado and forensics classes, I am, aparently, a wuss at heart. Because half-way through that description I was covering my nose with both hands and humming.

Now that I have made you all suficiently queasy, I'm going to go watch 'Jackie Chan Adventures'. Littlest Sis got me hooked.

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-02-02T10:33:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 3 (but it's still early)
Music: Listening to MacGyver on TVLand. RDA has lovely V-Os.
Times Thought About Doing Homework: 6

Have become irrepairably hooked on Stargate fanfic. It's horrible. I was only just getting over GG and WW fanfic! Nooo! MacGyver crush obviously extends over to all Richard Dean Anderson works. I can't help but like him even more when he's being a sarcastic-but-ultimately-lovable bastard on SG-1. Plus, the show's running MacGyver jokes are hilarious.

Onto the news, because I really have nothing to...um...monologue...about today. But as I mentioned before - it's still early!

1) Won 2nd place in 'Willowy Goodness Awards' for Best Just Willow fic - it was a ginormous surprise, because I didn't nominate myself, and I didn't even know I wrote Just Willow fanfic. Just Spike, sure - but Willow??? But heck - I finally won an award, I'm not going to complain!

2) Hermione Granger's Diary broke 90 reviews. I'm beyond flabbergasted. It's only three short chapters long. I guess HP fanfic readers are very, very nice. Woohoo!

3) New Elizabeth Peter's book, Children of the Storm (sounds like a cross between a Doors song and a Stephan King novel...well, it is, I guess...) comes out in April. Woohoo! I can't wait to see Ramses and Nefret with kids, although the concept is rather terrifying.

4) JK Rowling's new book, Order of the the Phoenix, comes out in June. WOOHOO!

5) Victoria Thompson's new Gaslight Mystery, Murder on Mulberry Bend comes out in March!!! WOOHOOHOO!!! Do you have any idea how long I've waited for that book?? An entire year!!

6) CSI Soundtrack is wicked cool. Just FYI.

7) Why, if MacGyver is supposedly terrifies of heights, do most of the episodes have him flying or climbing or absailing?? Just wondering.

Righto, that's all the newsflashes for now.

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-02-01T22:39:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 1 pot.
Music: all 435 songs on computer.
Number of Times Homocide Seemed Attractive Idea: 23
Hours of Quiet Me Time: 1/2

Middle Little Sis's 15th birthday. She stayed over in the dorm room for her birthday thing. Felt a little bad, as had no energy to really organize anything special for her - or buy present. First paycheck since November arrived Friday, by which time it was too late to shop. Damnation.

Should probably go to doctor and find out why I've been feeling so damn bleh lately. Doc will probably tell me to excersise more and eat more red meat. Blech.

Anyway, spent most of the time watching too many movies and TV shows. Saw the new 'Ocean's Eleven', finally. Cute movie, on par with 'The Thomas Crowne Affair' and 'Shawshank Redemption' as far as perfect crimes go. No, that's not quite true. I'd put 'Ocean's Eleven' at number three on that list. It was cute, but kinda predictable.

Also rented 'Mr. Deeds'. Feel utterly ashamed at having lowered self to lowest common denomenator and watched an Adam Sandler movie. It was kinda cute, though. AS was tolerable. Winona Rider was not. Adored Spanish butler guy, and have decided that, "I think you underestimated the sneakiness," will be new catchphrase.

I so wanted to have a nice quiet night to myself, after near over-dose of family, but it is not to be. Dorms are freakishly noisy at the moment. Think new neighbor is intentionally driving me crackers. Loud music. And outside below my window are screaming girls. They have been screaming for no aparent reason ever two minutes for the past half hour. Oh, for a bucket of water...

Hope Gary the RA on duty will shut neighbor up. I have to be up at 7am tomorrow to pick up work pager, and really need to sleep.

I suppose I should do that now.

Toodles from the teapot.

2003-01-22T21:29:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 4
Music: Duran Duran's Ordinary World, over and over again.
Cute Guys Chatted With Today: 4

I am, according to this Lord of the Rings personality test, Treebeard. Hmm. As I haven't actually read the books, I will withold comment until I decide whether that is a compliment or not.

Something about the song Ordinary World reminds me of fall in the wide open donga I grew up in. I adore this song. Sigh. "I turned on the lights, the TV, and the radio - still I can't escape the ghost of you..." Brilliant. On par with Crowded House, I think.

Had first Swing/Salsa class today. I think instructer intitled in that way solely for alliterative purposes. Actually spent an hour learning the Cha-cha. One, two, three - cha, cha, cha. Loads of fun. Leah, who was my "I'll take it if you take it" buddy in all this, says she thinks she'll stay. Yay!

Class was, by some truly freakish chance, perfectly divided between men and women. Got to dance with some very handsome and charming guys. Woohoo! However, after comparing frumpy figure and outfit to other women in class, agreed with Leah that a shopping trip is desperately needed, pronto.

Must find other class to take in place of Theater Appreciation with Crazy Instructor Lady. Possibly German? Hmm.

Alrighty, off I go to do some schedule tweaking. And hey! MacGyver's on!!!

Toodles from the teapot!

2003-01-21T21:23:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 4 (Thanks to my Bro for the spiffing new coffee-maker!!)
Music: The Ennio Moricone Themes (what? I'm feeling in a western-y mood!)
Number of Times I Tried To Understand New Schedule: 12. Then I gave up.

First day of classes. Didn't go well, as two of my classes were cancelled when I got to them - one due to overall lack of interest, the other due to instructor illness - and the last one, a theater appreciation class...well, to put it nicely, the class is going to suck. Why oh why do I keep chosing classes where the instructor has decided to show "personal flair" by chosing a narrow feild of study? First my composition class with the WWII literature professor (augh), now theater appreciation with "a latino flavor". I don't want flavor. I graduated from a high school in New Mexico, for crying out loud. Haven't they tortured us with flaminco and weird spanish-translated-to-english-but-in-weird-and-unusual-ways plays enough already?? So help me, if I have to read "Blood Wedding" one more time....

So That's That. Had to rush home and do major schedule overhaul, which was disaster as all of the classes are already full. Plus I realized, as I reviewed schedule again, that I had accidentally registered for Swahilli instead of German. Ach, Gott im Himmel!!

Disaster following disaster.

However, on the up side, I did get to do some fun stuff before all this madness started. Went hiking with friends up Eilena Gallegos Trail - a trail, for you out-of-towners, that winds around some of the foothills of the Sandia Mountains, just east of Albuquerque. It seemed like an excellent plan, in theory. The weekend before, we had all headed up to Tres Pistoles springs - a trail which, incidentally, has neither guns nor spring along it. I don't know why, but discovering that after hiking up four miles kinda ticked me off.

Anyway, dispite the disillusionment with the State Parks and their trail-naming system, we'd had sooo much fun, we decided to try it again.

Unfortunately, back on the Eilena Gallegos trail we discovered that while it feels like spring weather, what little snow had fallen this winter has now turned into ice. The trail was moderately steep and sheer on one side. Going up was tricky, but we did it.

And then it turned solid. Like, no possible footholds anywhere. Even I, the more daring (ie. bloody minded) of the group, had to conceed defeat and turn back.

Have you ever slid down a half mile of solid ice? It's not something I'd recommend. Muscles I didn't even know I had are killing me from all the strain I put on them. Let's not even get into the "falling over" part. But we made it down safe.

After falling to our knees and kissing the lovely, solid dirt a few times, we headed back to my place to watch "About A Boy." What a weird movie. Hugh Grant's sarcastic monologues were the best part - and it wasn't a bad movie, just not what I expected.

Over the course of the long weekend, also saw "You Can't Take It With You" - a Frank Capra movie staring (of course) James Stewart and Jean Arthur. It was predictable, as all Frank Capra movies are. A re-watch of "Sliding Doors" came next - Gwenneth Paltrow and John "I'm A Dreamboat" Hannah. If you haven't seen it - well, why the blinlity-blank not??? It has a very interesting plot, and has John Hannah in it! Sure, Gweneth Paltrow is once again utilizing her "British" accent...but have I mentioned that it has John Hannah in it? And his dreamy Scottish accent? And him?

I simply adore John Hannah. Can you tell?

Finally, caught "It Happened To Jane" on cable. Doris Day and Jack Lemmon, Paramount Pictures, 1958. Woah - check out my Remington Steele moment, there. Hee.

Anyway - all I have to say is - WATCH THAT MOVIE!!! I'm a huge fan of classic movies, and a huge fan of both the stars. One of my favorite Jack Lemmon movies is "The Apartment", and if you've seen that movie...well, "It Happened To Jane" is, like, ten times better!! It's such a feel-good movie. The characters, Jane and George, have a kinda Lorelai and Luke vibe to them. Except (while I hate to admit it) Jane and George are rather more loveable than Lorelai and Luke. But here's the part that I think is perfect for a L/L story of some kind:

Jane: But why can't you say it? Say the words. Say you'll marry me!

George: (with a sudden brilliant smile) You know I will.

Okay - you probably have to see it for yourself. Ahem.

Yes? Why are you still here? Go rent it!

Speaking of L and L...what about tonight's eppie?? I LIKED Alex! And I hate myself for it! Although it's kind of interesting that Alex seems to be a caffeinated Luke. Same sort of expression, same way of humoring Lorelai. Has anyone else noticed that Max and Chris are very...well, I can't decide between "patronizing" and "condescending"...when they deal with Lorelai's quirks? Luke isn't like that. Neither, it seems, is Alex. Damn him.

Look forward to seeing what happens there. Not looking forward to the infuriating Francie/Rory/Paris feud. It's boring. I wish they'd knock it off.

That said, I think I'll be going. I think I'm going to go and re-watch "It Happened To Jane" (which I, in an uncharacteristic act of brilliance, TAPED!!).

Toodles from the teapot!

2003-01-17T01:03:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 5. No, 6. (very, very bad.)
Tea: 0
Music: The Association
Hours of Sleep: 5

In the immortal words of Chucky - I'm baaaack!! Vacation was so-so. I painted a lot, and baked a lot, and wrote several drafts of various bits of chapter four of 'Papyrus'. Dude - check out how many times I used the word "of" in that setence.

News: MacGyver is on again. Woah. I am psychic, or is someone over at TVLand reading my Blog?? Either one is fine with me, but just so you know: TV Land, everyday at 11am mountain standard time, is a lovely Mac rerun. I'm sooo happy that if I weren't so darn tired, I'd run up and down the halls doing the Ren and Stimpy routine. As is, I should probably turn in now so that I can wake up in time for MacGyver over breakfast. Yum.

Speaking of yum, a word to the wise: no matter how hot you think Vin Diesel (a likely name, as Vicky Bliss would say) is, do NOT waste two hours of your life to see XXX. It was awful. My friends and I had intended to rent "About a Boy" in addition to "XXX", but About a Boy was out. So we had unadulterated testosterone. Augh. Not that Vin darling wasn't wonderful to look at, but: continuity sucked, the stunts were perposterous (yes, I know most stunts are, but seriously - did they expect me to believe that a dirt bike lept thirty feet off the ground on it's own??? Shouldn't it have ramped off something?), and Samuel L. Jackson was terrible. Yeah, I know - I didn't think I'd ever be saying that about Mr. Jackson, either, but here it is.

Also - the chick in the movie? someone should buy her a steak dinner, and a pint of Ben and Jerry's. I have a serious problem with women who wear halter-dresses, when they haven't got any curves to a) recommend them in the dress, or b) hold said dress up.

One last problem was that the plot was lame enough to have plot holes I could drive that bloody red/blue/green/black/purple, souped-up GTO through.

I lust after that GTO, though. I've always wanted one, ever since Ray Kowalski had one on 'Due South'. Sigh.

Now that's I have imparted that vital bit of knowledge, I think it's time for me to sign off.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-12-14T12:03:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 0
Tea: 1
Music: GG soundtrack, Our Little Corner of the World
Food: 0
Number of Times I Missed MacGyver Today: 6

First off, thanks to the Gilmore Four for the support over this past week. Liz - I agree - I think it would only be gentlemanly of Gorgeous Curly-Haired Man to get lower grade in Greek History than me, to make me feel better. Hee.

Got Archaeology grade back - eeeeep! I think I should take that class again next semester. I must have done disasterously on final to recieve such a rotten grade. Practice makes perfect, though, so it's take two with the Stone Age Archaeology.

Still in raptures over West Wing episode. It's almost enough to make me stop missing MacGyver.

Have feeling that MacGyver-missage is result of abject bordom. I told Leah this and she said no, I've always missed MacGyver. Well, she's been my best friend for five years, I guess she'd know. But seriously, how can you not love and adore a man who can use a chocolate bar to escape from a prison?

Anyway...more resident check-outs. Massive confussion as no-one, not even me, seems to know what the hell is going on. I told my girls they needed to be out of the dorm by noon today. Other RA's have said noon tomorrow or 7pm tonight, or 5pm....it's a big old mess.

No food. No sleep. My shoulder hurts. I should go order take-out from the Frontier, but as am going to large, catered banquet tonight, it would feel like a waste of money. Will instead get coke and pop popcorn, and watch "I.Q.", which I rented last night. Love that movie - "Watch that gravity - it's a killer!" Has my man Tony Shalhoub in it, as well as Walter Matthau. And Tim Robbins rocks. Leah and I reckon we should form a NM branch of the Tim Robbins Appreciation Society.

Am also rather sad about ruined plans for hitting the Blue Dragon (local coffee shop and college hang-out - it attracts artsy-fartsy types like you wouldn't believe, and is therefore a worthwhile destination despite the fact that the coffee sucks. But it comes in large bowls, so I'll overlook quality over quantity.) Sunday night. Sara has been grounded in Oregon, and will have to wait until Ungodly Hour Sunday Night to catch Greyhound home. Sigh. Will instead have to either a) go twice and annoy parents with reckless spending, or b) cancel Sunday plans and go Monday, leaving me at home with family, defenceless against their tortuous nagging Sunday night.

Right. Reckless spending it is.

Should go now. I finally tackled the laundry basket, and am down to one more load of brights, and some hand-washables. Forgot to send Christmas cards and gifts. Darn it!

Random question, though - what happened to my archived blogs? Odd. They just...dissapeared. Weird.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-12-12T15:22:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 0 (That can't be right...?)
Tea: 1 (Oh, okay)
Fish: 1

I just felt the need to reaffirm my fish's exsistance. Yes, Hamish is still swimming with the...well, fishes. And thriving. Look, Ma - I didn't kill him! Yay!

Still mourning the loss of McGyver re-runs, though. And no Stargate SG-1 is on this week, due to Bloody Awful "Taken" mega-series airing on Sci-Fi. Does no one else realize that the show is just a giant X-Files rip-off? It sucks!

While on the subject of TV - did anyone else see the West Wing episode last night? Oh. My. Goodness. Talk about 'shippy - we finally have undeniable proof that Josh is in love with Donna. And I love Leo's comment, telling him to "Get it together!" after he freaks out because she left on her Christmas holiday without saying goodbye. I have to say that I was almost ready to give up on them as a couple, but that last episode and this one really got me hooked again.

Last episode's 'shippy bits: Donna the Oblivious asking Josh if he'll do the "high-school" thing, and ask Commancer Jack Reese if he likes her. And what does Josh do? He tells Reese all the comical and rather embarassing Donna stories he knows (and he knows a lot!). Why? No, it wasn't, surprisingly enough, to sabotage her attempts to date Reese. No, Josh told these stories because, "That's the kind of stuff that would make me like you," he said.

And that, I think, is where the light came on.

We also had the return of Danny, aka Fish Boy. And there was much rejoicing, because everyone loves Danny.

Okay, enough gushing. I just can't believe they're actually going to get them together. I don't think I've ever had a couple get together that I wanted to. But I bet Aaron Sorkin and the writers are going to tie the Josh/Donna romance into the season finale somehow. I think I read that in an interview he did a while back.

That's cool. Just as long as he doesn't kill someone off this season finale, I'll be fine.

Anyway, onto other subjects. Went to the gym today - unusual occurance, I grant you, but true nonetheless. Will be stiff and sore tomorrow. Bleh.

Leah coming over tonight for Greek food (woohoo!) and movies (classic comedic romance, I'm thinking). Tried to get Miki to stay, but she apparently has to get home to call some guy she's interested in. Hmph. I hardly ever see her. Not even Greek food could persuade her to stay. Oh well.

For anyone out there who has ever watched the show "Firefly" on FOX, check out this story. It's hysterical.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-12-10T13:54:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 1
Tea: 1 (Chai, chai, the magical tea - the more you drink, the more you...well, you know...)
Music: Crowded House, Reacurring Dream (can't be bothered to take it out of the CD player)
Finals Taken Today: 1
Finals Remaining: 0 (Woohoo!)
Bank Overdraft Statements: 2 (Eeeep?)

Bwahahaha!! Finished with Greek final - wonderful but strange Greek History professor rushed in at the last moment with exams, dressed in his costumary slacks, sandles and shawl, but over the whole thing wore a brown leather duster, circa approxomately 1934. Seriously - it looked like part of the uniform of a WWII motorcycle currier. This opinion was supported by the motorcyle helmet he carried under his arm.

Strange, strange man. I'll miss having him as a professor. He certainly livened that place up a bit!

Anyway - as I was saying - I studied Greek History last night/this morning until my brain began to ache. Still feeling inferior to Gorgeous Curly-Haired Man and Friend. However, it was rather nice when several students had break-down in lecture hall and left, unfinished test fluttering to the ground behind them. I ended up filling nearly an entire blue book with my 2 essay questions - I figured I could be a smart-ass with the answers because 1) my professor loves that sort of thing, and 2) It's the last exam he ever has to grade, as he is retiring at the end of semester. So he'll probably cut me some slack.

Should go shower. Feels like I haven't in years - even though I think I had a shower Sunday night...? Eew. Smelly.

Laundry basket has progessed from Evil Lurking to Depressed Resignation, crumpling under the weight of weeks of dirty clothes. Feel I should do something about it, but...manana. Maybe.

On a parting note - why don't they air McGyver re-runs anymore? Have recently discovered Stargate SG-1, and have fallen in love with Richard Dean Anderson all over again. And McGyver was sooooo cool! Bum. Maybe Mom has a tape of old episodes hidden somewhere behind her old 'Pony Express' episodes. Will have to check when I return home Sunday.

And finally - a shout out to Liz, Lily, and Tanya - because I don't do that enough. Shout OUT!!

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-12-09T21:47:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 1 (pathetic, but possibility of more in near future!)
Music: Crowded House. (Again. I know, you don't have to say it.)
Finals Taken Today: 1
Finals Left: 1! (Woohoo!)

Studied for Greek History final with Leah - we headed over to the Frontier for cheeseburgers and mocha (yum!), and the atmosphere. Along with every other college student, as well, aparently. Wound up sitting in a booth behind Gorgeous Curly-Haired Man and his friend, who are also in Greek History class. Thought we were going to do wonderfully on test until I realized Gorgeous Curly-Haired Man knew names, dates, places and motives of every single event that occurred in the Helenistic Age. Gah! Am going to bomb final. Am dangerously over-confidant person who should study more and oggle Gorgeous Curly-Haired Man less. Spent more time attempting to tempt Gorgeous Curly-Haired Man with dazzling smile and clevage than learning about stoicism.

All to no avail. Perhaps Gorgeous Curly-Haired man is also practitioner of previously mentioned stoicism.

Gah! Need, as Miki is constantly reminding me, a boyfriend. Not that I need to man to define who I am, but more as the much needed ego-boost and ultimate fashion accessory.

Oh, who am I kidding???

Will go re-read Bloody Greek History Book's chapter on Philip of Macedon, and have another cup of tea. Yay! Feeling better already.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-11-27T14:27:00.000-08:00

Today's Coffee Count: 2
Music: Building Bridges - assorted Australian '80's protest music

Bleh. Am going home to spend Thanksgiving with family. Please, pray for me and my sanity. Parents are sick with some horrible cold that takes away voice for a week - I imagine I'll be going home just in time to catch illness for finals. Yay. Add to that the fact that my dad and brother are feuding about....well, everything, but lately the fact that my brother has taken in yet another animal that he can't really afford.

Didn't have classes today, so have done nothing worthwhile except pack and tidy room. Called my dad - he says he'll pick me up, but we have to stop at Home Depot on the way back. Wants tiles for the floor around the fireplace, despite the fact that he's promised not to start another home improvement project while Sid and I are home this weekend. Ha! If nothing else, he'll spend the weekend arranging and rearranging tiles on the floor, trying to decide which is the best design. Then he'll call each and every six of us into look at the design and give opinion. DOOMED!!

Mom says Littlest Sister has become unexpected Thanksgiving Fraulein Commendant, insisting every dish be created as she sees fit. My mother, who despite not being always the most enthusuastic of cooks, does quite well in the kitchen and has become somewhat annoyed. And so she says that once I arrive, I can take Littlest Sister under wing and make pie. Lots of pie.

Oh, well. The pie will be fun, I guess.

I suppose I'd better get a move-on. Must fish suitcase out of closet and take trash out...and do dishes. Find homework (HA!) to take with me. Until later - have a terrific Thanksgiving, and eat lots of pie - just remember that it'll have to last for a whole other month until Christmas!

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-11-21T21:11:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 2
Music: The Strokes, Is This It
NaNoWriMo Word Count: Same as yesterday....

Clean clothes are becoming a serious problem. I don't know why I suddenly can't seem to be bothered to do laundry...but three flights down to the laundry room every twenty minutes are just too many, I guess.

Applied for, and got, the character of Luke for the new Gilmore Girls Snark Attack - a kind of Mystery Science Theater 3000 for bad Gilmore Girls fic. Yay! I hope I do okay - sometimes I think my personality is closer to Lorelai's (I named my coat and scarf, for crying out loud; Harris is my scarf, Ford is my coat. So, y'know, I can go out with Harris n' Ford. Ha! Take that, Calista Flockhart!), but with this new, slightly nutso Luke that is emerging this season, I might be okay. If all else fails, start quoting Jimmy Buffett, right?

Added links to Lily's and Liz's blogs to the site - check them out, these ladies are completely crazy...

I should go...I dunno....type something. But WOW, this CD is good...love Soma, love Alone, Together....

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-11-20T23:05:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 1
Tea: 7
Music: The Mummy soundtrack
NaNoWriMo Word Count: 18,154 (I keep going back and EDITING!!! Noooooo!!)
Number of Decent Meals Eaten Today: 0
Number of Classes Quit Today: 1

I quit math today. Like Peter Gibbons, I've decided I didn't like it very much, and since no-one can give me medicine to convince me that I merely spent seventy-five minutes fishing (which, as I don't like to fish wouldn't have really worked anyway), I've decided to stop going. Mr. Math Professor can stick that in his pipe and smoke it. So nyah nyah nyah (she said childishly while digging her own grave).

Anyway. I need sleep. I need food more, but as I'm too tired to walk all the way over to The Frontier (24-hour resteraunt and local college hang-out), I'll just let the rumblings in my tumblie lull me to sleep.

Shoulder in perpetual pain. Arthritis caused by an old but gruesome injury in hand acting up, hurting like Hell. Tired, hungry, grumpy. Need new boyfriend or sympathetic friends to whine to, but all are busy with their own lives...or, y'know, sleeping - it is midnight. But still...meanies.

Can't even summon the energy to write terribly thrilling action scene in Papyrus that would have put me over 20K words. Wah!

Reduced to typing incomprehensible sounds of bleh. Going to bed now.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-11-15T13:06:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 1
Tea: No time
Music: Silverchair, Diorama.
NaNoWriMo Word Count: 17,145
Possible Nervous Breakdowns: 5. Maybe 6.

Oh, never have I so ardently declared, "Thank God it's Friday!" as when I stepped out my final class of the day. Three MAJOR tests this week. One huge project. One paper. And I understood hardly any of it, so have been up until three in the morning trying to study, only to get up again at seven to study some more. I am so tired that my shoulder hurts (don't ask - just know that's a sign of extreme exaustion).

Almost too tired to type this, but I've been neglecting my blog (and my fish. Hamish is glaring at me as we speak), so I feel I should make an effort.

Forgot to send Sara's birthday card. Am terrible friend. Am going to have to miss my brother's 19th B-day this weekend. I told him last night and he actually sounded disappointed. Am terrible sister. Haven't gotten to a Post Office yet to send Steph the money or the prezzie. Am terrible person.

Hey - if he wants me to be there, then I will darn well be there. But who will feed Hamish? Oh, the questions...

Harry Potter out today! Yay! Have been saving a free movie ticket to the ritzy theater in town for an entire year, for this very movie. I'm too tired to be stoked, but believe me - give me a couple hours to take a nap, and I'll be crowing to skies. I just hope the theater isn't too packed at the 10:30pm showing. Leah and I are going - we're going to get pie first. This has been a week that requires pie. I should ask Miki if she'd like to go. Ten bucks she says no, she has to study.

What a lunatic. It's Friday! It's Harry Potter! LIVE A LITTLE!!!

I should go before I alienate more friends. Sara, happy 21st, Chica.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-11-11T21:47:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 2
Music: Annoying bass of my neighbor's music pounding through the wall.
NaNoWriMo Word Count: 16,453 (Sooo behind schedule!!!)

Won't bother you with details of today, as nothing interesting happened. Actually, one interesting thing happened this evening. I got leered at. Seriously. Up until this point, I'd thought that leers didn't actually happen outside of fiction. However, as I was walking away from the Reserves Desk at the Library, this fellow in a strange, off-white hat gave me the once-over and leered. It was seriously strange. But not creepy, somehow. I was too busy trying to wrap my mind around the idea that leers really do exsist...like the ebola virus. Those are two things so bizarre that I would not believe in them if I hadn't been faced with the undeniable evidence.

However, I don't doubt that next time someone leers at me, I'll be suffeciently used to the idea that my skin will crawl - as it should.

Latest excerpt. It made me laugh, which probably means that it won't make anyone else laugh. Oh dear. Let me know what you think:

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They both squinted against the sun, scanning the desert for any sign of life. The winds picked up and Kate could feel the airborne sand scouring her already pink skin.

“There!” Jonathan said suddenly, pointing.

For one brief, hysterical moment, Kate almost told him it wasn’t polite to point.

Even with the aid of his directions, it still took her several moments to locate it – or him, as it were. He was exactly the same color as the surrounding landscape.

“Um…” she cleared her voice nervously, annoyed to hear the faint squeak in it. “Good fellah or bad fellah?”

But Jonathan wasn’t listening. He’d stopped pointed at the approaching figure, and was instead flapping helplessly around, apparently in a deep state of shock. “Unbelievable. This is just bloody unbelievable. Everywhere. The man is bloody everywhere!”

“Jonathan?”

“Is no place sacred? Can’t a man wander lost and hunted in a perfectly good desert without him turning up?”

“Who? Jonathan, what are you talking about? You know this person? Is he dangerous? Do you think we should hide?”

Jonathan groaned and let his arms fall to his sides. “Oh, what’s the use? He’s probably been sent here by some holy quest or another…et cetera, et cetera, ad endum. And by the time we find some place to hide—“

The figure seemed to materialize out of the desert sand into a six foot tall Arab. He touched his hand to his forehead by way of greeting. “Jonathan Carnahan. I trust you are well.”

“—he’ll be here,” Jonathan finished, sighing. “Hullo, Ardeth. How’s your horse?”

“Very well.” Ardeth Bey looked expectantly towards a blushing Kate, and waited for an introduction.

Jonathan sighed again. He was beginning to sound like a defective church organ. “Ardeth Bey, may I present Miss Kathleen Pennington of San Francisco, California.”

Ardeth bowed slightly, not taking his eyes off Kate. “Miss Pennington. Welcome to Egypt.”

“Thank you,” she breathed.

Jonathan watched the spectacle in extreme annoyance. “A bit late for that, old chap. Miss Pennington here arrived several days ago. I’ve been showing her around a bit.”

Of course, perhaps a more accurate description of their last few days would have been, “Showing her where to hide,” but Ardeth didn’t need to know that. He just needed to know that Katie wasn’t in need of a guide…or anything else.

It was at that precise moment that Ardeth broke out of his taciturn Lone Warrior rolê long enough to reach forward and kiss the back of Kate’s hand. She practically swooned.

“Oh, Lord,” Jonathan said disgustedly. A price on his head, his family furious at him, and his one true ally in all this madness knocked head-over-teacups because Ardeth Bey appeared on the scene like Rudolph-bloody-Valentino gone authentic. Why couldn’t someone just shoot him now and get it over with?

As this was precisely what he was least expecting at that moment, the following events came as something of a shock.

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Toodles from the teapot.

2002-11-10T14:50:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 1 (stomach too shaky for more)
Tea: 4 (Peppermint)
Music: Reacurring Dream, Crowded House
Useful Things Done Today: Um...no, wait.....er...oh. Well, none.

"I don't pretend to know what you want / but I offer love" - Those Crowded House blokes are geniuses. That kind of music just doesn't get old.

Anyway...

Augh. Came down with the flu or food poisoning Friday night. Was fine until about 7pm, at which point I suddenly became aware of the fact that I felt like I was going to die. I blame the Sonic Brown Bag Special. Am never eating there again. Even the Mess food doesn't make me feel so ill.

So, in between dashes to the bathroom and extensive porcelain worshiping, and then the general ennui that follows that type of thing, I managed to do not a single thing from my "To-Do" list. My dorm room is beginning to look like one of those scary ones you see in the movies - the stereotypical guy dorm room. You know, where the food wrappers are everywhere, dishes are stacked in the corner, the bed is unmade and the clothes are scattered and heaped on every square inch of floor? Which is terrifying because, y'know, I'm not a guy. Add to that disaster a typical Christi-touch - books and CDs scattered across every horizontal surface.

But on the plus side, being laid-up makes me feel so guilty (a condition which I almost never experience in normal day-to-day routine), that I took another crack at reading Barbara Tuchman's "A Distant Mirror" (up to chapter 3!), and "The Subjugation of Women", which I borrowed from my brother. Neither were sufficently boring to lull me to sleep, so I ended up just laying in bed, moaning pitifully. Think Harry from "When Harry Met Sally".

I should go do laundry. I mean, I really should. I'm not saying that in my usual, melodramatic, "Heh heh, this sounds really funny" kind of way, either. I literally have nothing but pajama pants and an over-sized sweater left to wear. Also some mis-matched socks.

But my laundry basket has progressed from its usual "exsisting" to full-blown Douglas Adams-esque "lurking".

Whimper.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-11-06T23:39:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 1. I think. Was that today, or yesterday? What is Today? What is Yesterday? Who am I? Why am I here? Oh, heck.
Tea: ditto.
Music: Morpheus sappy love songs playlist.

Have decided to paint toenails black, as part of a subversive protest against the proliferation of Republicans in the government. Feel fairly confidant that such a gothic move is something they absolutely would not approve of. Ooh, I'm such a rebel.

I'm calling this move "Halloween 2002, part deux"

I had the crappiest day imaginable, so needed to let off some steam by writing dialogue...which rapidly and unitentionally took a romantic turn. Don't worry - this isn't the story yet - just sort of the skelleton. I adore dialogue, so sometimes I write it first. Anyway, here's installment 3 of 'The Papyrus of Nebt-Setau' (installments which, in case you have been wondering, are utterly unconnected to each other. Different chapters, different thises, different thats...) - and a new part that no-one but me has ever seen. Ooh, doesn't it just give you goosebumps?

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“I’m sorry, Jonathan.”

He grunted, and rolled over so his back was facing her.

“I am. I don’t things would get out of hand, and I didn’t think that you –“

“Would what?” he asked, sounding muffled. “Would figure it out? I’m not completely dense, Kate.”

“I’ve never thought for a moment that you were dense at all. Now turn around so I can talk to you.”

“Why?”

“Why? Jonathan, stop it! I said I was sorry! There’s no need to be rude!”

Jonathan sighed and rolled over. He looked terrible. “You lied to me. That entire time, you lied. You could have told me you were a journalist. Just for honesty’s sake. I wouldn’t have let Rick kick you down the stairs.”

Kate let the smart remark slide. “When should I have told you, Jonathan? When we you were being filleted by the fella with the knife? Or when we were being chased through the streets of Cairo? Or when we were surrounded by El-Bassim’s goons at the Pink Hippo? Or when we were running down some god-forsaken gully –“

“Wadi.”

“Right. Wadi – in the middle of nowhere?”

“Well, when you put it that way…” he made a Herculean effort to smile, but his face was just not up to the challenge. Kate saw this and immediately relented. That’s it, he thought smugly, just play your ‘manly suffering’ card and she’ll be putty in you hands.

“Oh, good heavens! You look absolutely dreadful!”

Jonathan felt a little miffed. Nevertheless, he knew from experience that charm could get one practically anywhere. “But you, my dear, are a shining beacon of beauty.”

Kate snorted. “Ham.”

“Moll,” he replied. Oh, well. Maybe he could get to that putty idea later.

“I’m not!” she said, and started to pace. “This is all some horrible mistake. I’m sure they’ll figure it out sooner or later…”

“Hopefully sooner.”

“Mm hmm.”

“Katie?”

“I like that, you know.”

“What? ‘Katie’?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh,” Jonathan glanced at her quickly. She smiled a little crooked smile that seemed to light up their dreary surroundings, and he felt a sudden lurch somewhere in his chest.

Oh, God.

Of all the women in all the cities in the entire world, he thought, he had to go and fall for this one.

Unless he was just feeling nauseous because good old Abdul’s lads had used him as a football. It was often had to distinguish between that and…love.

He shivered suddenly. “There doesn’t happen to be a blanket around, does there?”

“Why? Are you cold?” she disappeared out of his line of sight, and he could hear the sounds of rummaging. “It does get cold in the desert at night, doesn’t it? I remember my father telling me about that once.” More rummaging. And more muttering. “Said the water would freeze in their canteens at night, but they’d have nice cool water when they started off the next day.” The woman had a capability for chattering that rivaled his own. Finally she held something aloft. “Ah ha! Oh – oh, ick!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you like your blankets stationary, or crawling with insects?”

Jonathan winced at the image. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, put it down before you catch something. Never mind. We’ll have to do without.”

“Hurray,” she said. Then she walked over and gave him a little push. “Move over.”

“Pushy lady.”

“That’s pushy gun moll to you, buddy.”

“Oh, right.” Jonathan scooted as far over as he could without falling off the cot – a gentlemanly gesture that was completely undone when Kate draped an arm over him and fell asleep against his chest almost immediately. And gradually, the heat from her body drove away the pain of his latest going-over, until nothing remained of it but the strange sensation in his chest.

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Hoookay....obviously needs tons of work.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-11-05T14:03:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 0
Tea: 1
Music: Nothing. "Sillence, please!"

And to your left you'll see the Procrastinator, in her natural environment....

Blech. I have so much to do. Too little time.

Voted today.

Went to Greek History and received the joyous news that the exam is to be pushed back a week. Still have to archaeology papers due tomorrow, as well as additional reading, and I have to learn all of chapter 3 so I can re-take the bloody math test tomorrow night. I am so astoundingly screwed.

But here is another excerpt of 'The Papyrus of Nebt-Setau'. When I fall down in one area, I always get up in another...it looks like this story falls into the "getting up" category!

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Shepheard’s Hotel, Cairo

Jonathan sat with his back to the wall of Shepheard’s ornate front lobby. This type of behavior was much more characteristic of his rough-and-ready brother-in-law than himself. Being well aware of his shortcomings, Jonathan was just as aware that if someone ever got it into their head to kill him they could do it just as easily face-to-face as from behind. Certainly not the most cheerful bit of wisdom, but one acquired honestly during his thirty-seven year career of upsetting entirely the wrong people.

This time wasn’t any different. El-Bassim wasn’t any high-hat tourist or native hoodlum he’d out-witted at the local kasbah. He was the leader of a crime ring that was rumored to extend across the entire Middle East. He was just as deadly in prison as out – and even the “in prison” bit was bound to expire within the next couple days. The man had connections. And if Jonathan hadn’t been so intent on the card game, he would have put two and two together, and realized that fat merchants named Mohammed didn’t usually have body guards.

Unfortunately, between the drinks and the thrill of winning, intelligence hadn’t made much of a showing three nights ago. So now Jonathan had a rather weighty problem on his hands. Unless he was going daft, last night’s beating hadn’t been the end of his association with the crime lord, because he was almost certain he and Miss Pennington had been followed to the hotel. And if this was indeed the case, he certainly didn’t trust any of El-Bassim’s henchmen to kill him cleanly.

Hence, the back to the wall.

Although the Englishman was ardently hoping that his death, clean or otherwise, wouldn’t enter into it.

vvvvvvvvv

There it is.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-11-01T20:10:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 0 (feeling far too dull to care)
Servings of Candy: Augh......
Music: Joni Mitchell, Both Sides Now

I. Have. Lost. My. Mind.

Why, you ask? Go to this site.

Read the info.

And guess what I have just done. I'm a freaking looney.

This month should be interesting....

Excerpt number one of the crap-tacular novel:

It was nearly two o’clock in the afternoon before Kathleen was able to summon the energy to leave her hotel room. The train ride really hadn’t been too bad, apart from the rather incredible amount of dust. Egypt was a terribly dusty country. She hoped it wouldn’t ruin her camera equipment.

The train came a stop at the Cairo station – Bab El-Hadid, which according to Kathleen's guidebook was right in the heart of Cairo. She stepped from the train, clutching her bags, and looked around in wonderment at the bustling station and the pyramids she could see in the skyline. She had finally made it! If only her father could see her now – he would have been so proud.

Her father, Arthur Pennington, had been a newspaper correspondent for nearly thirty-five years. Egypt, China, Kenya, Turkey, Brazil, Australia…there was hardly a country on the planet that he hadn’t visited and written about. It was this wandering life-style that brought about his eventual end, in fact. He’d contracted some rare and exotic disease in Siam during his last assignment, and it quickly took hold of his body.

Now Kathleen shook her head sadly as she examined her reflection in the hotel mirror. Her father had died quietly the previous June, leaving Kathleen with a small inheritance, a wanderlust of her own, and his blessing to “go forth and write”.

Yes, it *is* my fanfic for the Mummy forum. But I figure if other people can sell fanfic in the Star Wars, CSI, Buffy, Star Trek, etc, etc, etc... fandoms, then what I'm writting can darn well be considered a novel. So there!

Feel free to e-mail me with plot ideas, encouragment, virtual chocolate, etc. I think I'm going to need it. Now - must get 1231 words written tonight.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-10-28T20:16:00.000-08:00

Daily Coffee Count: 1, amaretto with cream. Yum.
Daily Tea Count: 1/2 (eeewwww!!!!)
Music: Crowded House, Reacurring Dream

Had very strange day today. Waking up too soon after I went to bed, I proceeded to make myself a nice cup of tea. There was just enough sugar in the sugar tin for one cup, and so I thanked my lucky stars (can't drink tea without sugar - it's nasty) and went to pour milk into it - and the milk was curdled.

But I didn't notice that, yet. Oh, no. I was too busy talking to my fish and trying to avoid turning on any lights. It didn't know the mild had gone off until I took a nice big gulp of my tea....

....and nearly spat it on the computer keyboard, where I was attempting to type up That Stupid Sonnet.

And thus ends my Tea Story. But here's what I have so far for draft one of That Stupid Sonnet:

Ode To The Plastic Bags Inside My Closet
by: Christina L. Holman

The metal plate attached to the inside
of my closet door, open at the top
and narrowing towards the bottom, has
no apparent purpose. Perhaps it was
used at some point in the past to store shoes,
or umbrellas. Its function eludes me.
So I stuff it with white plastic shopping
bags, logos of major supermarkets
printed on their sides in shades of red
and black. For surely I will need these bags
in the future, all fifty-four of them,
for a makeshift life-raft or a quiltwork
raincoat. Or as packing materials
when I move to a very wet country.

Waaaaaahhhh! It's sooooo bad!!! Stupid bloody format. 10 syllables, fourteen lines....WHO CARES??? Fortunately it wasn't due today, I was mistaken. Of course I was. Blech. Silly me.

Watched more old movies on TV today, instead of taking a much need nap. Another Spencer Tracey/ Katherine Hepburn movie "Adam's Rib", which I loved even more than "Woman of the Year". Much cuter and less violent, although the Luke 'n Lorelai-ish behavior was very much in evidence. Also finally saw "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers"...I have to admit I'm not sure I see the appeal of the movie. My mother adores it. Hmm.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-10-27T17:56:00.000-08:00

Coffee: 1
Music: Magical Mystery Tour, the Beatles.
Homework Assignments Completed: 0

Augh. Spent three hours decorating our hall for Halloween. Now, that wouldn't normally be too bad, except for the fact that I spent four hours before that walking up and down and around north and south of Central Avenue (which all New Mexicans should know is not a wise activity unless you want to be either a) Propositioned, or b) Arrested for soliciting. I got propositioned twice. Bastards.), trying to find Halloween decorations. Every place in a ten mile radius of this darn school is sold out of those nylon spider webs....and that's all I wanted. That's it. It shouldn't be so hard, should it? WRONG!!

So we made due with white trash bag ghosts and black lawn bags over the fluro lights, and a few strings of orange lights. Bah, humbug. I don't like Halloween. I much prefer Christmas.

Must get to work, though. I have to write a good sonnet for my poetry class tomorrow. And tomorrow I will probably face the wrath of my poetry intructor, who has now had the chance to grade the crappy assignment I handed in on Friday. DOOMED!!!!!!!!!!!!

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-10-26T21:36:00.000-07:00

Coffee: 2
Tea: 3
Music: Batman Forever sountrack. I'd forgotten I had that....
Constructive Activities Done Today: 0

I watched "Case of Evil" (James D'Arcy is beyond yummy. And although I am something of a purist when it comes to Sherlock Holmes, I liked this movie quiet a bit, and was actually so involved in the story that when Moriarity had Holmes held down and injected with his new "super Morphine", I thought for a minute I would be sick from the horror of it. Also, the whole movie wasn't nearly as "racy" as the trailer leads you to believe.), "Woman of the Year" (Spencer Tracey/Katherine Hepburn - I *love* those two!!), "Charade" (Cary Grant/ Audrey Hepburn - I *love* that movie!!!), and "Father Goose" - I had a mad TCM marathon. There wasn't anything else to do today. Homework? Pshaw!

I also decided that as far as Lorelai and Luke go, there is a definate Spencer Tracey/ Katherine Hepburn vibe. Did you know Tracey and Hepburn were an "item" for 34 years?? I think that's adorable. I guess Tracey was married, but he was Catholic so couldn't get a divorce. He and his wife just lived seperate lives. Now - don't take this the wrong way, but I think there's something wrong with that doctorine... Anyway, in "Woman of the Year", I kept thinking that Luke is just like Sam Craig - the cynic, straight man - completely nuts about his wife but aware of her faults. And Tess Harding is Lorelai - she's made her life a sucess, but kind of failed at the "traditional" women's role. She also has her husband wrapped 'round her finger, although she occasionally takes him for granted.... It may not be a very flattering comparison, but as in the movie everything turns out okay...I think it works.

Oh! Homecoming Update: Aparently we won the game against Utah State - 42 - 38. Yeah!!! It was a bit of a relief to discover we weren't playing U of I - my cousin goes there. We currently have a bet going. I bet her that my team sucked worse than hers. She disagreed. So if they ever play each other, one of us is going to lose money.

I should probably try and get some sleep. I have to get up early and go shopping for the "Decorating Event" I'm throwing for my girls on the floor. It's at 3pm....I should have done that today, but it was rainy and I just didn't feel like walking five miles through that to get to Smith's. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I'll love ya tomorrow! Ahem.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-10-25T19:50:00.000-07:00

Coffee: 0!!!
Music: I've got "When Harry Met Sally" on the TV as background noise...does that count?
Pints of B&J's ice cream: 1. Heath Bar Crunch. Augh. I can't believe I ate the whole thing....

"I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of
your life to begin as soon as possible." Sigh. That is my favorite part of the entire movie.

Bwahaha! In addition to not being killed by my professors due to poor assignment quality, I cleaned out Hamish's bowl, did two loads of laundry, cleaned my bathroom, and hung up all the fliers for the confounded Halloween programs I'm putting on for my hall. I am so on the BALL!! Woohoo!

I've been dissed by my two best buds - Leah jetted off to Vegas to visit rellies, and Miki claims she needs to study for the Histology exam she has in a week. All of thins instead of going with me to the Homecoming game. What a Hermione. Actually - not even. Even Hermione would take a break to watch Quidditch matches. Blech.

On the majorly plus side, Steph finished my Ravenclaw scarf!!! I'll have it (bar postage crisis) in time for Nov. 15th!

On the majorly negative side, I just found out that Richard Harris has passed away.

Very, very sad.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-10-24T19:24:00.000-07:00

These quizzes are messing up my format! Darn!

2002-10-24T19:15:00.000-07:00

2002-10-24T19:12:00.000-07:00

geraldfield.com | quizzes

	You are Fozzie! Wokka Wokka! You love to make lame jokes. Your sense of humor might be a bit off, but you're a great friend and can always be counted on..
*Take the What Muppet Are You?* Quiz!**

2002-10-24T19:09:00.000-07:00

Again with the blech.

2002-10-24T18:42:00.000-07:00

Blech.

2002-10-23T20:28:00.000-07:00

Cups of Coffee: 2 1/2 (Mess coffee was too gross to drink the entire cup)
Music: Snoozy Jazz - my own compilation.
Pairs of Clean Socks: 1
Number of Any Clean clothes at all: Just the socks.

Okay, if you read this blog with any regularity, you've probably realized that I am a fanatical Gilmore Girls fan. (An aside here: Tuesday's episode was really great. The fantastic Luke Lactating Rant at the beginning [to which my partner-in-GG-watching-crime Leah remarked, "OMG! Jess and Luke have the exact same mannerisms!! Foreshadowing Much?"] and the absolutely precious Rory/Jess scene at the end....[Jess is such a sweetie!]...well, the only thing lacking was another quality L/L scene at the end. Y'know - they should have compared Lorelai's failed date to the way she and Luke can and do talk about whatever strikes their fancy. [Leah agreed. {and on a side-side note: Leah is my bestest bud, and has been for years. She is the evil twin I always wanted. So basically, she pops up in this blog a lot...}].)

That said (with a truly nutso variety of brackets...), I'd like to say that I don't think Lorelai was over-reacting with the whole Jess/Rory/Car crash thing anymore. Why? Let me tell you a little story:

My brother called me up last night, wanting to know about the Student Health Center here on campus. Being the over-achieving R.A. I am, I proceeded to pummel him with a monologue on that facility, including a few personal anecdotes. When I paused for breath, he asked, "How late are they open until?"

I told him they closed at five, but opened again at eight a.m....and out of curiosity, why was he asking?

He took a slightly sheepish breath. I know - I didn't think that was possible either, but that's what he did. "I was in a little accident," he said.

"WHAT?!" I said.

He paused - waiting, presumably, for his hearing to return. I went on a little more calmly. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, AN ACCIDENT?! WHAT KIND OF ACCIDENT? ARE YOU OKAY????"

He asked me then if I felt like going for a walk. I agreed. If he was capable of walking, he couldn't be hurt too bad, I figured.

Over the next hour, as we skulked around campus and just generally tried to look as delinquent as possible, he told me what had happened. He'd been driving with his best friend's girlfriend (whom he despises, by the way - but like any good moocher, my brother never passes up a free ride) to the pet store to pick up a mouse. This mouse was destined to be Merle's (his snake) dinner, apparently.

They never actually made it to the pet store. I'm convinced that the mouse had telepathic and telekenetic powers and caused the accident to save his own life.

Anyway, the girl who was driving somehow became mortally confused at the highway on-ramp (or off-ramp - I'm not sure which), and slammed head-on into a truck coming the opposite direction.

It totalled her car. Completely. It was a little Volkswagen bug - built like an aluminum can anyway - and it just absolutely crumpled.

At this part of his narrative, my brother pulled something out of his pocket. It reflected under the street lamps as it sat there in his hand. "It's glass from the rear window of her car," he said, "there was nothing left of the window anyway, so I picked this up as a souvineer."

What a weird person.

>>>>Okay, while I was typing this up, my mother called. "Hun," she said, "I just wanted to tell you I got in a bit of an accident today. And I wanted to tell you that under no circumstances are you to ride in anyone's car until this family's luck changes." Oh. My. Goodness. I think I'm slightly in shock. Not to worry though, mom's fine, and so's the car....but SHEEZE!! <<<<

To cut a long story short (too late!!), my brother's fine. But I now utterly despise the girl who was driving the car. Even though, as it turns out and was written in the police report, the accident wasn't her fault. Still, she could have killed my brother. So she'd better stay far away from me - I'll go all Lorelai on her ass.

Y'know what? To heck with this. I've had enough of today. I'm going to take a long shower, make a cuppa tea, and read my new Elizabeth Peter's book, "The Golden One" (FYI: I think I've identified the elusive ancestor of John Tregarth from her Vicky Bliss series. I'm not positive, though - so I'll have to add him to the list of suspects. Who? you ask? Albert Vandergelt. Read the A.P.E. books from "The Falcon at the Portal" on up to present, and then read "Night Train To Memphis". On page 22 of the paperback version, during Vicky's first conversation with "Jen" Tregarth, we discover John's father was Christened "Albert". Coincidence? I have no idea.)

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-10-20T20:41:00.000-07:00

Cups of Coffee: 3
Cups of Tea: 1 (pathetic and ultimately hopeless attempt at avoiding coffee)
Music: The Pirates of Penzance soundtrack
Pairs of Pretty New Socks: 2 (yay!)
Probably Grade on Tomorrow's Math Exam: F

It's time I realized that if I feel like starting my blog entries with phrases such as "I suck." more than five times a week, there may be something wrong with my self-esteem and/or vocabulary.

That said, I have decided to not start today's entry with "I suck."

Instead:

I have new socks!!! (And there was much rejoicing!!)

Yes, my mother and I hit the malls today. The whole thing was rather amusing, really. Neither of us are shoppers. What?! you say? How could that be???!!! What red-blodded, twenty-year-old woman doesn't like shopping, you ask?

Well...me. There's too many things to choose from for one. And department stores position their most obnoxious sales girls at the entrance so that they can spray you with the most noxious perfume they have - which will then float around you like a green, gaseous cloud, making your eyes water and giving you a headache.... And then, when you've found the shirt you absolutely, positively cannot live without - you get to the cash register only to discover it had been put on the discount rack as part of an elaborate and cruel joke, and is really $59.95 (plus tax). Although I could have spent that much, that would then mean I'd have no money at all to spent in Barnes and Nobels - the store which, since its addition to the mall last summer, has become my Mother Ship.

They have books. They sell mocha. Enough said.

But we did manage to pick up a few deals. I found terrifyingly colorful sweater - very me, my mom pointed out - and 30% off socks. The cool socks. With frogs, and sheep and penguins on them. I picked up some for me...then some for Leah....some for Miki...and sereptitously a pair for my mom....

Basically, a pair for everyone I know. I love socks. I want to share that love.

I need therapy - I know this.

Anyway - I will need the confidance a new pair of socks brings when I find out what I got on my Stone Age Europe exam. A friend who has that same Prof said everyone did so badly that he had to pin five extra points onto everyone, and curve the grade.

I'm not quite sure how to take that.

Since Friday, I've also decided I'm going to ditch the Ethnolinguistics, and go excavate in Peru. Yes - we had another guest speaker. Katerina Schrieber from UC Santa Barbara. The lecture and the lecturer were too cool for words. And the Wari Empire....wow. I want to do that!!!

I figure this will last until next Friday, when I find out about...whatever next Friday's lecture is about...

Right. I should go be constructive.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-10-15T22:38:00.000-07:00

Cups of Coffee: 5 (eep!)
Cups of Tea: 1
Music: Best of U2, vol. 1
Hours Spent Not Studying: 17
Hours Spent Fretting: 5

I suck. I really, really should be studying for my Archaeology of Stone Age Europe test tomorrow, but I just seriously can't bring myself to care. I am having an identity crisis. I want to go out and get many tattoos and peircings and have people call me by my initials, and not get to sleep until 3am everyday. I want to be a...WRITER!!

I came to this realization rather suddenly over a bowl of Broccoli and Cheese soup from the Mess yesterday. My brother was telling me all about his sucky English class, and I realized, "What the heck?! Why didn't I think of this before?? Why don't I major in something I actually enjoy??"

I know I've wanted to be an archaeologist for as long as I can remember, but it sort of faded when I realized that when it comes to that field, I'm just not tough enough. The archaeology majors I know are *so* into their work, and *so* believe in what they are doing that they'll kill each other for a difference in opinion. I don't think I could ever care enough about it to behave that way.

Creative Writing, though...that's one thing I can hold my own in.

I told my brother and he figured that this decision is going to send my father to The Brown Chair for at least eight hours.

The Brown Chair is my Dad's fretting chair. He sits in it, and he frets. Only that brings to mind some old lady sitting and saying, "Oh, dear. Oh, dear," over and over again - and believe me - that's not what happens.

First there is a terrible explosion. My Dad's voice roars through the house, shouting accusations left and right. We don't respect our parents! We think they're idiots! We're going to end up unemployed and poor! And so on, and so forth. Then it'll get abruptly silent, with me sniffling and furious, and him grinding his teeth. I'll dissapear, muttering to myself that my dad still treats me as if I'm a stupid ten-year-old. Exactly ten minutes later, he'll find me and apologize for shouting, tacking a "but" on to the end of this apology.

And then he'll fret. In The Brown Chair.

And I get to go home this weekend, too.

I wonder if I can cancel...???

One more thing - while very conciensously not studying, I threw together a fun and TOTALLY sappy Monk/Sharona collage. For some reason, ever since I saw the Mon Pilot episode on Sunday (again - while not studying), I've had Sarah McLachlan's Fear stuck in my head. So I combined the two. The result is frightening. It's called FALL.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-10-10T17:26:00.000-07:00

Cups of Tea: 1
Music: Barenaked Ladies, Rock Spectacle
Fish: 1

As Leah would say, I've moved onto pet vertebrates!!! Having successfully kept my original Aloe plant alive for three years, I've decided I'm responsible enough to get a fish. My neighbors in my dorm have all gotten Betas, claiming that they are ideal for any college student because they are nearly impossible to kill. This is a definate plus in my book.

So enters Hamish the Fish, or MacFish, as my mother said. Hamish MacFish sounds like the latest seafood item at Mickey D's, though. He's a beautiful red and blue color, and I've gotten him one of those Urn-shaped bowls, as well as some glass marbles and a little rock for him to hide in. I think he likes it. He's sure a lot perkier than he was in the pet store!

Must go now, my friends are here to take me away....to the movies! Yay!

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-10-10T15:49:00.000-07:00

Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz

2002-10-08T17:59:00.000-07:00

Cups of Coffee Today: 1 large mocha (weak! weak!)
Cups of tea: three, plus one in the immediate future.
Music: Crowded House, Reacurring Dream

New fic! A Mr. Monk and the Eathquake (my new fave) post ep! Know Better - Sharona POV.

Must dash! New Gilmore Girls on in four minutes, and I want to make a cuppa tea first!

Cross your fingers from plenty of L/L stuff!!

Toodles from the teapot!

2002-10-06T19:59:00.000-07:00

Cups of Coffee Today: 1 (I am spineless and weak-willed)
Cups of Tea: None
Music: The Very Best of the Doors

Augh. Slept too much today. I'm still trying to get over a horrible cold I acquired somewhere in eastern Oregon. Managed to do no homework at all, but I did finally find a copy of a brilliant poem I heard over the summer, on Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion: It's by the U.S. Poet Laureate Billy Collins, and hearing it read out loud was a delightful experience.

Litany

You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
-Jacques Crickillon

You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.

However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.

And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.

I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.

I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.

-- Billy Collins

Hilarious. Anyway, I should go. I've got reams of stuff to do still, and it's already nine o'clock. Blech.

Oh - but before I go - keep your eyes peeled for a really cool Monk fic by Loreal - I'm beta-ing it, so maybe I'm prejudiced - but I think i's great. I'll post a link when it's completed. Until then - go check out fanfiction.net's Monk fic section - there's some brilliant stuff there.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-09-30T14:58:00.000-07:00

Home again, home again, jiggedy-jig.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-09-22T15:27:00.000-07:00

Cups of Coffee Today: None (I've gone cold-turkey.)
Cups of Tea: Three and a half (Earl Grey).
Music: The Beatles, volume 2

I feel absolutely wretched. Although I feel much better than I did Friday. Friday I had the mother of all migranes and was certain that if anyone touched me, my fragile outer shell would collapse. You know, like an exoskelleton or that skin stuff that cicadeas shed? Nasty image, I know, but that's exactly what I felt like.

My grandfather passed away last Thursday. It wasn't really a surprise - after my dad told me last Monday that he had been taken off the meds on Monday, I knew he was going to pass away on Thursday. Although I think I worried my mother when she called me up to tell me, and I just said, "I know."

I'll be flying home for the funeral on Wednesday. I've never been to a funeral before. I keep having these terrible images of me bawling and blubbering like a baby at it, while all the rest of my stoic family looks on. But I have to be there, I owe it to Grampa and I owe it to my Dad. The plane ticket cleaned out my checking account, but it had to be done. It's family.

And it would happen on a Thursday, wouldn't it? It would appear that no-one else has gotten the hang of Thursdays either. I've decided that September is the worst month of this entire year. Hopefully next year we can just skip it or something.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-09-12T18:17:00.000-07:00

Cups of Coffee Today: 2 (1 mocha! Yum!) and a Blue Pepsi (Eeeeeewwwww!)
Music: Icehouse, Primative Man (there is nothing that turning "Great Southern Land" up full-vol won't cure!)

It's raining again - or raining still? The drops fall on the cement sill outside my window, and the setting sun finds its way through the storm, touching the clouds with shades of pink and orange. This is New Mexico, where it takes more than a measly cold front to prevent one helluva sunset.

Speaking of cold - my toes are. They are absolutely frozen. I feel like curling up in my flannel PJs, drinking cocoa, and watching some more summer re-runs. Monk - the same re-run I've seen, like, four times already, is on tonight. Unfortunately, I have homework, no cocoa, and my flannel jammies are in the dirty clothes basket. I can't do laundry until I find some money - spent my last dollar (literally!) on a life-sustaining mocha from the Frontier. I may have to result to scavenging the pay phones and vending machines from around campus in order to have clean clothes by Monday.

Have read an absolutely brilliant story by previously mentioned Nefret. Not only does it fill in huge holes from 'The Lost World' universe, specifically Marguerite's life, but the whole this is like one giants, delightful Elizabeth Peter's trivia test. Go. Read 'Devil May Care'. Do it now.

Off I go to do....something....

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-09-11T18:44:00.000-07:00

In an attempt to fend off the depression of the day, I give you....

The "Oh, how *cliched*" Ron/Hermione fic challenge!!!!

Correctly use as many cliches as you possibly can in a short (less
than five pages, unless you want to be a Hermione-esque over-
achiever) story. I'm listing some below (chosen by opening up
my 'Dictionary of Cliches to random pages!) - you can use these if
you want, but kudos to you if you come up with some others:

Dog eat dog.
Life is just a bowl of cherries.
Much ado about nothing.
Muddy the water.
For crying out loud.
Snug as a bug in a rug.
Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
Let the cat out of the bag.
You could hear a pin drop.
Like grased lightning.
All Greek to me.
Hold your horses.
In Seventh Heaven.
Separate the men from the boys.

Also, cookies to anyone who can also encorporate elephant bones and wet socks.

Ready....set....GO!

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-09-11T07:12:00.000-07:00

Cups of Coffee Today: 1 Large Cup, 1 cup of Prince of Wales tea.
Music: The Cranberries, No Need To Argue (it's raining again)
Types of Plaid worn today: 3 so far (the thermostat broke. Why is it my warmest clothes are plaid?)

Cold snap today, continuing with rain. I cannot feel my toes or fingers. Must finish poetry homework. Must start Maths. Must find breakfast. Must make arangements to skip archaeology today. Must find something warm to wear.

Take a brief moment of silence.

Take a brief moment to wonder why I left my fluffy sweatshirt at Mom and Dad's.

Another moment to wonder why, in the middle of the night after freezing half to death, I pulled out a pair of my brother's boot socks from my drawer. Very, very odd.

But warm!

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-09-10T18:31:00.000-07:00

Cups of Coffee Today: 1 Very Large Cup (need....more....)
Music: The Moody Blues (it's raining out, so I *had* to).
Pairs of Pants Worn Today: Three (dratted rain!)

Had Leonard Cohen's "Faded Blue Raincoat" stuck in my head for most of the day. Possibly because it was raining buckets while I went to class. That, and because it's the only song I know that actually has the word raincoat in it. The Beatles "Penny Lane" doesn't count, as few Americans even know what a Mac is, apart from a hamburger. Although the song doesn't really work...I think I may have to come up with a song entitled, "Obnoxiously Purple Raincoat". People ask me why I haven't moved into the "otts" and bought myself a trendier raincoat. But I can't - that Obnoxiously Purple Raincoat is the best rain coat I've ever had! It's withstood a Western Australian Monsoon Rainstorm, for pity's sake! Something like that cannot be taken lightly.

Although, I think the real reason is that my friends all went to high-school where silver and purple were their "colors". As Leah says, "I'm willing to entertain the possibility that I have deep-seated issues regarding the color purple."

Yes, Leah, you do.

Managed to not get hit my any doors today. Had girlfriend of Bastard Who Hit Me With Door inquire after my injury, though. I said it was fine (and it is). She was wearing a Jim Morrison t-shirt. The irony was not lost on me.

Have decided that I will show my respect to those who lost their lives one year ago tomorrow by taking a moment of stillness. This may or may not result in my turning in no homework at all tomorrow.

Augh. See, I can joke about it here. But I'm fairly certain that other people wouldn't appreciate my flippancy. They want to do the whole "Candlelight Vigil" thing, wearing RW&B, speaking in hushed tones and not meeting anyone's eyes unless it's to encourage their neighbor to belt out an appropriately patriotic tune.

Apart from the fact that I haven't really felt American since I left the first time ten years ago, I don't do the whole "Mourning" thing well. I cry, or I crack jokes. I really suck at finding a happy medium.

So I guess I will do my homework, and I'll do my hair up in mourning platts....

Now I'm depressed. Shesh.

Must get going. Homework to do. Oh - one more thing: New Monk On FRIDAY!! Yay!!

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-09-09T22:16:00.000-07:00

Chickadilly's journal
Courtney's LiveJournal

Check out these - the Live Journals of some of my pals over at the Refuge! Very groovy ladies! Plus I think Courtney and I are actually in possession of a single brain, of which we share joint-custody. I have it every other weekend.

Cups of Coffee Today: 1 (Zzzzzzzzzzzzz..........)
Music: Diorama. (Again. I think I found my soundtrack for this semester!)

Was watching 'Monk' on USA while reading my Greek History book (big mistake, that: All I remember is that some fellow named Lysander, pre-archaic period, was extraordinarily fat and bludgeoned a Judge to death in her apartment...that can't be right, can it??). I LOVE that show! It's rather old-fashioned - like the 'Murder, She Wrote's and 'Remington Steele's I remember watching with my mom when I was very young. And I simply adore Tony Shaloub.

Oh! Something else! I got an e-mail from one of my favorite writers in the known universe - Nefret. Not only do we have disturbingly similar tastes in fandoms, she's one of those people who can absolutely nail any character's voice, and come up with a excellent plot to boot. I adored her West Wing J/D ff, as well as her Remington Steel, The Lost World, X-Men....sigh. Lovely stuff.

Anyway, the point of this was: She read 'Papyrus'! She liked it! YAY!!

Alrighty. Moving on....

How's this for a quote:
"The right example, at the right moment, can make all the difference in the world."

I heard that on '60 Minutes' last night, and not only do I fervently believe that to be true, it popped into my head like a great big gray plot bunny. Wouldn't that be perfect for a fanfic about one of the more questionable characters from...well, any fandom?

Hippidy-hop go the plot bunnies....

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-09-09T14:38:00.000-07:00

Augh. No more stitches. Big nasty scar. Eeew!

But on the plus side, I get to go to lunch with my best bud Leah tomorrow, and pump her for information about her "I Swear It's Not A Date" Date with Eric the Brainy Metal Fan. The two of them are just too cute!!!

Still majorly obsessed with Lex and Chloe fic. Have run out of places to find it. Am thinking about writing my own. It's a lovely combination of Josh/Donna snarky banter, and Willow/Spike comedic darkness. But alas....I have about fifty billion other things to do, not the least of which is my archae reading and Evil And Boring Maths. Blech again.

Plus, last night I ran out of my beloved Hills Brothers half-caf coffee grounds. I had to go to the cafeteria for coffee this morning - horrid! That's it, I'm breaking out the tea-bags!!!

Finally: My oh my - I'm getting a bit carried away with these quizzes. But I can't help it! They're so much fun!! (Dispite the fact that I think I should really be BJ Hunnicutt, not Father Mulcahy. Oh well.)

Righto. I'm off. Toodles from the teapot.

2002-09-09T13:29:00.000-07:00

2002-09-08T00:51:00.000-07:00

I am 13% evil.

I try to stay away from evil deeds but succumb to temptation every once in a while. I'm not quite on my way to hell but I certainly have some explaining to do.

Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com

2002-09-08T00:43:00.000-07:00

Which John Cusack Are You?

2002-09-08T00:40:00.000-07:00

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2002-09-08T00:31:00.000-07:00

Which "Natural Wonder" are you?

2002-09-08T00:30:00.000-07:00

	You are Kermit! Though you're technically the star, you're pretty mellow and don't mind letting others share the spotlight. You are also something of a dreamer.
*Take the What Muppet Are You?* Quiz!**

2002-09-07T23:42:00.000-07:00

Lendolyn Holman
from this day forward your Wu-Tang Clan name will be:

Expert
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2002-09-07T23:40:00.000-07:00
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Lendolyn Holman
from this day forward your redneck name will be:

Dee-Dee
Browne

2002-09-07T23:38:00.000-07:00

Which tarot card are you?

2002-09-07T23:29:00.000-07:00

find your element
at mutedfaith.com.
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2002-09-07T23:22:00.000-07:00

You are a muse.

What legend are you?. Take the Legendary Being Quiz by Paradox

2002-09-07T23:12:00.000-07:00

I'm a Wind Spiriti

2002-09-07T19:52:00.000-07:00

2002-09-06T19:03:00.000-07:00

Primary
Ability:

Farseeker

Farseekers posses the ability to communicate over great distances via telepathy. They are great friends who know when they're needed, and seem to be able to detect others thoughts.

Secondary
Ability:

Futureteller

Futuretellers have an uncanny knack of knowing what is going to happen, well before anybody else. Alot of futuretellers have truedreams, whereas some, like Brydda, have what they call a 'sixth sense'. Futuretellers are usually very quiet, and reserved, yet they are loyal and trustworthy.

What
is your Misfit Talent?

2002-09-06T18:57:00.000-07:00
Nevermind the bullocks..you are the Sex Pistols.

Click here to take the WHAT PUNK BAND ARE YOU test

2002-09-06T18:47:00.000-07:00

Take The Ewan McGregor Test!

2002-09-06T18:23:00.000-07:00

What's Your Movie Dream Car?

by Auto Glass America

2002-09-06T18:19:00.000-07:00
Test Results
You think of yourself as being vivid , alive , warm , and comforting.
Others think of you as being graceful, mysterious, kind, and subtle.
Your relationships can be described as warm, beautiful, peaceful, and inviting.
When stressed, you feel cold.
Take this test here.

2002-09-06T13:41:00.000-07:00
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2002-09-06T13:39:00.000-07:00

Take the Purrsonality Quiz!

2002-09-06T13:13:00.000-07:00

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I'm Bath Soap!
Everybody needs me! Some more than others.

Both men and women just seem to rip their clothes off

whenever I'm near.

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2002-09-05T19:43:00.000-07:00
Okay - it's official - the new Silverchair CD is the absolute bomb. I adore it. And as I did my little web surf thayng again today - guess what I found out? Well, Daniel Johns is dating Natalie Imbruglia (yay! That's too cute!). And he's been diagnosed with some sort of rare arthritic condition - he can't, apparently, lift a guitar anymore.

SOB!!!! No way! Don't tell me that just when they're celebrating 10 years as a band, released their best album to date, and have stopped being so damn depressed that they are now going to have to call it quits??!! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!

Sniffle.

Toodles from the teapot.

2002-09-05T17:29:00.000-07:00
:: HARRY POTTER PERSONALITY TEST: Who are You? ::
Test - Who Are YOU?">

You're kind and supportive and even though you're not always in the centre of attention and don't trouble
yourself with every detail, your friends cherish your loyalty and your sence of humour.
You're a dreamer and you know the most important things in life aren't 'things'.

Who are YOU?

2002-09-05T15:58:00.000-07:00

Which Action Star Are You? Find out @ She's Crafty

Okay, the quizes at this "She's Crafty" site are really too much fun!!!

2002-09-05T15:51:00.000-07:00

Who's Your 80s Movie Icon Alter-Ego? Find out @ She's Crafty

2002-09-05T15:39:00.000-07:00
You are Sugarquill!

2002-09-05T15:27:00.000-07:00

Also known widely as the Fire Bird, the phoenix is a profound symbol of the circle of life. It has a life cycle of 500 to 600 ears and after that amount of time, it sets itself on fire and dies in the flames. Then after three days, it rises again from the ashes. It is a completely benign creature who lives in dew. It is said that the phoenix has a beautiful melidous song which grows ever more mournful as its life comes to an end. It is a symbol of the sun and immortality. The phoenix is a very worthwhile beast.

What mythical beast best represents you?Take the quiz!

Primary Ability: Farseeker Farseekers posses the ability to communicate over great distances via telepathy. They are great friends who know when they're needed, and seem to be able to detect others thoughts.

Secondary Ability: Futureteller Futuretellers have an uncanny knack of knowing what is going to happen, well before anybody else. Alot of futuretellers have truedreams, whereas some, like Brydda, have what they call a 'sixth sense'. Futuretellers are usually very quiet, and reserved, yet they are loyal and trustworthy.
What is your Misfit Talent?