RIP George Harrison (February 25, 1943 - November 29, 2001)
I've always meant to buy a George Harrison solo CD but never got around to it. Maybe I ought to today. Does that sound superficial or commercial? I can't decide. What can you do in these situations, anyway? I can't bring him back - so I might as well celebrate his talent in the way I can...

Roommate says I was giggling incessantly in my sleep last night. I can't fathom a guess why.

I am giddy after having found this lovely site: Plaid-Libs. This is what I wrote:

Recipe For Success
by Shirley
Cook's note: I made this for the church revolutionary supper last night and it was a hit with every potato pancake there!

Kimmy Gibbler from Full House's Famous Baked crown made out of daisies

Ingredients:
1 lb. chopped vacuum-cleaner
1 cup helicopter beanie sauce
grope these two ingredients thoroughly with a ankle. It may be a little beat-up, but that's honking.
Filling:
4 tb. ground grape fruit roll-up powder
A pinch of slug salt
Season generously with mitten
1-2 cups of chopped wet blanket for topping, if desired.
Method:
In covered casserole, layer half of the first mixture. Spoon in the filling and cover with remaining first mixture. Bake covered for 69 minutes at 1492F. Remove from oven and allow to cool on a thingy. Slice and serve with lethal weapon sauce. Also good with wee-wee soup.
*This may also be served as part of a romantic meal. Set a table for eighteen, complete with your best potato gun, a fresh vase of duckling for the centerpiece, a chilled bottle of Johnson & Johnson wine purchased from your local Baldwin lady, and as a final touch, theoretically tofurkey candles and hot, steamy music on your stereo with the volume set to 5. For dessert, spicy chicken wraps always seems to hit the spot.
*It's said that Kimmy Gibbler from Full House often serves this to her moist friends at her home in The Quad. How stinky!

Another good Mad Libs site is eLibs.

I have always been somewhat confused as to who The Walrus is. Ricky Nelson's "Garden Party" song says that "Yoko brought her Walrus" so I always assumed it was John, but later I heard the Beatles' "Glass Onion", which says that "The Walrus is Paul". I'm going to assume the Beatles know better. Who does Ricky Nelson think he is, confusing me like that?

I had a very dreamy sleep between 9:30 and noon today. Here are some that I remember:

1) I was staying in a hotel in Grenoble and the landlady had decided to keep all of her pets there, so my closet was full of aquariums that had guinea pigs, bunnies, cats, and mice in them. One of them was full of just PILES of kittens and when they woke up, it was quite an adventure because there were kittens popping up from the bottom of the pile. There were also these blue stuffed dogs but one of them jumped up and bit onto my finger and wouldn't let go no matter how much I shook him around. The landlady came up and said "Oh, I see you've found the coyotes." WHAT???

2) Alex was walking across campus carrying his cat Quijote in a blanket. I was going to ask him what Quijote was doing here, but then I saw the cat in his arms had a grey head. I got really upset that he had picked up another cat somewhere. I think this (and maybe the previous dream too) express my concern that there are way too many cats in my life.

3) I rode my bike to Saline from Ann Arbor and was quite proud of myself. When I got there, Nasko was there with a friend of his who had a pickup truck. They went and found Alex walking down the street and started throwing things at him. They started out with just dandelions and things like that, but then they went back to the truck to look for more stuff to throw. By the end of the dream, they threw a stuffed (taxidermied) red bird at him, but I think it missed.

If you search Yahoo! for "ghostbusters II greeting", srah blah blah is the 63rd hit. How odd.

A recently-discovered blog I like: little.red.boat. Anna quotes this poem:

The reason I like Edna St Vincent Millay
Is that her name
sounds like a basketball
falling down stairs.

The reason I like Walt Whitman
Is that his name
sounds like Edna St Vincent Millay
falling down stairs.

*tee hee!*

Anna's comments on The Art of Kissing make me laugh so hard I want to cry. Then laugh some more.

I tried to say numbers in French today but they tried to come out in Spanish. Things are all confused in my head.

I think I'm aging backwards and my attention span is getting shorter as I get older. Maybe i's just early-onset senility.

I don't think it's a good sign that the one class I'm taking in my major this semester is the one class where I watch the clock from beginning to end and whimper in my head about how painfully bored I am. I hate literature classes.

I DON'T WANT TO EAT VAGINA COOKIES. (There, got your attention, didn't I?) I DON'T WANT TO EAT FROM A PLACEMAT THAT LOOKS LIKE GENITALIA.
Am I being a prude, or is this totally normal? Bille, my Women and Art teacher, wants to have a "Lunch Party" inspired by Judy Chicago's "Dinner Party", where all of the place settings were based on female genitalia imagery. On Friday we're supposed to decorate our placemats. Is it wrong of me to want to skip class and hide in my room?

I was walking to Art class (for the second time) and watching people walking around campus (yes, I'm the Crazy Girl Who Stares At People) and thinking that none of these people look old enough for the Real World. If I were a job interviewer, I think I would just look at myself and laugh.

Please don't tell anyone my horrible terrible not-so-secret secret: I am really incredibly dumb.

Often this stupidity manifests itself in an incapability to tell time. Yeah. That would probably explain why I walked over to Bobbitt for my Women and Art class and no one was there. It appears I'm the only one who loved the class so much they wanted to be there an hour early. I suppose that's what 4.5 hours of sleep will do to you...

"When she walks, she swings her arms instead of her hips. When she talks, she moves her mouth instead of her lips."
- Cake, "Let Me Go"

Have you ever tried to imitate the girl in the song? It's rather amoosing.

"Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends."
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter II

Cheryl is the *star* of my English Language paper. Yay, I'm finished! I used many familiar words from the blog like surveil and decommend and wrote about me using words from French in English conversation, whether accidently or expressly.

Now, as predicted, I can blog until I collapse. Except I have nothing to say. Bah! *slump*

Isn't my hand creepy in this picture? -->

Hail to the chief! I have been elected president of ISU.

Huh. How about that.

Mr Enlow is playing a game where you try to come up with a the largest group possible of people who have been in movies together. At least that's how I've understood the rules. This is one I've come up with:

Bernard Hill was in Madagascar Skin with John Hannah, Dirty Something with Rachel Weisz, and Titanic with Jonathan Hyde. John Hannah, Rachel Weisz, and Jonathan Hyde were all in The Mummy.

After four it gets really complicated. I give up. Damned Andy Serkis got my hopes up.

I am feeling like a big dork and want to show off my talented Microsoft Paint skills so here, please enjoy looking at this button-thingy.

John is a very nice individual. I would like to see him again. I would like to build websites for him for a living. Mwah ha.

Should it be worrying that I am totally grooving to an mp3 of Barry Manilow's "Mandy"? Or using phrases like "totally grooving"?

"Now and again he spoke to those that served him and thanked them in their own language. They smiled at him and said laughing: 'Here is a jewel among hobbits!'"
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter III

Just goes to show... a little linguistic effort will go a long way to impressing the people you meet. And not just with elves. Give it a try!

I am 52% ADDICTED TO THE INTERNET.
I am pretty addicted, but there is hope. I think I'm just well connected to the internet and technology, but it's really a start of a drug-like addiction. I must act now! Unplug this computer!
Take the INTERNET-ADDICT Test at Fuali.com!

Roommate is the greatest. She is going to the store for me even though I woke her up at the ungodly hour of 11am with my raucous Charles Aznavour. By the way, Roommate, it's Herman Melville.

The fact that I am communicating with my roommate through the medium of blog [the medium of blog... that sounds poetic or something] is almost as creepy as IMing her from 3 feet away.

I am completely obsessed with the fact that this morning, I took a shower BEFORE Spanish class (and thus before mid-afternoon) for the first time in SEVERAL MONTHS.

I think I'm proud of myself for being clean for my compañeros de clase for the first time in a while. I wonder if they recognized me - I have the feeling that at 8am their eyes are all closed and they rely on their sense of smell to recognize people.

This is also the first time in... maybe one month... that I am clean for my tutorial. You have no idea how exciting this is. And I have no idea why this is exciting. Maybe it's because I got up early to take a shower and I'm in that sleep-deprived state where everything is exciting.

Roommate was concerned that this was the first time in several months that I'd taken a shower at all...

J'ai trop envie de parler français ce soir, parce que je viens de chercher sur Internet des sons de "Tout le monde en parle". Je les ai trouvés, mais je ne peux pas les piquer parce qu'ils sont en Flash et je ne sais pas les séparer des images. Bah. Comme je suis déçue - je voulais vraiment que mon ordi me dise "Magneto, Serge" chaque fois que je l'allume.

Donc alors, j'ai envie de parler français, mais il n'y a personne ici. En fait, j'ai envie d'être en France et de regarder "Tout le monde en parle". Thierry Ardisson me manque. Je devrais enfin écrire à Sophie - peut-être qu'elle m'enverrait une cassette pour Noël.

Je me sens frustrée ce soir. C'est toujours le lundi soir que j'ai envie de parler français. Je sèche la table française et puis... C'est dur d'être moi. J'ai envie de parler français... mais pas aux États-Unis. C'est inutile aux É-U et si je trouve quelqu'un avec qui je puisse parler, c'est une langue exclusive. Je veux être dans un pays où le français est la langue dominante...

[Please excuse the français... I'm venting my linguistic frustrations.]

Speaking of American geography knowledge...

My boyfriend is from a land of no civilization, where they eat each other. *beams with pride*

I was watching someone in class today who has a nervous tic bordering on obsessive/compulsive disorder and thinking "What if that is so subconscious that I am doing something like that right now and don't even realize it!"

My classes should be more interesting so I don't get into all of this random abstract thought.

The French word ignorer means "to be unaware of" something. This seems to be more closely related to the word "ignorant" than is the English verb "to ignore".

Today I almost ran into Leslie Cavell when I was leaving Bobbitt and it got me to thinking... I don't know much about the doppelganger myth, but what would have happened if I had actually touched her? Would there have been a flash of blinding light and then one of us would have disappeared? Could we just walk right through each other? Having your evil twin on campus is quite a thought-provoking experience.

Is she the evil one?...

I am listening to Johnny Mathis. My roommate is going to think I'm cracked out like a villain. "Wonderful Wonderful" always makes me think of that very disturbing "X-Files" episode. Consanguinity=bad.

While Tostitos Mild salsa is pretty good, their Medium salsa seems pretty gross. I decommend it.

Srah's weekly JHAC-copied "Alias" recap/review (I promise, it's the last... unless Shepard becomes a recurring character...)

Rather than a few brief encounters in the last fifteen minutes, JH was a major character in the first half hour of the show. It makes me wonder how this show is written, because it seems that they end one thread of a story very promptly on the half-hour or the quarter-hour. Anyway...

When last we saw Sydney, she had a look of open-eyed and open-mouthed horror as she had discovered her partner with his neck slit. Mmmmm. Then along came the guards and caught her. This week, we find Sydney having a nice little bath. With electrodes attached to her. They are electrocuting her to torture information out of her. Unfortunately, she doesn't have any!

She convinces the evil doctors/orderlies, who are with K-Directorate (another (!) spy organization) that Shepard will trust her because she's another patient. In return for the information that Shepard gives her, they will spare her life and just send her to a Tchechnian prison. I am pretty sure I spelled that wrong.

On a side note, isn't it nice that everyone in this Romanian mental institution has learned English for Shepard and Sydney's sake? Awwwww.

So, she befriends our pal Shepard. He is confused and victimized and a lovely lovely actor. You can see the pain and confusion in his eyes and face. He thought he was safe in this desolate, remote location, but they tracked him here. He doesn't know what's going on in his mind - he just knows he's having these horribly vivid black-and-white flashbacks that he thinks are dreams. He thinks he's delusional or dangerous.

Sydney fills him in on what's been done to him and tells him she needs his help to escape. Shepard doesn't want to escape because he doesn't want to be dangerous on the loose. Erm, what else?

Eventually, she convinces him that there are bad people in the hospital who are going to get him anyway.

Shepard still doesn't quite trust her, because he has a flashback that night that makes him wonder if she's setting him up - considering HE KILLED HER FIANCE! Hmmm. Fortunately for him, Sydney doesn't know that. Yet.

They escape and go to a little hut, call Daddy on the cell phone (why do all of these spies have cell phones? aren't those insecure?), and Shepard tells-all to Sydney, who opens her mouth really wide and makes sobbing sounds. Then she forgives him.

She tells SD-6 that he's dead. Srah says "No, he's not. She's just telling SD-6 that he is." Sydney tells the CIA, "No, he's not. I'm just telling SD-6 that he is." Srah says, "Aha! Why am I not being paid to write this?"

Then other things happen. Sydney has an outside life. In the three episodes I've seen, I've never seen this graduate student do anything academic. Isn't her job at the bank enough? And how do I get a bank job as a graduate student that makes me travel constantly all over the world? Doesn't Francie wonder about the bruises and such? No, Francie is busy getting engaged.

La la, conflict with Daddy, then at the end, we get... postcard from Martin! Yay! I'm trying to figure out if it's JH's handwriting, but it's printed and I've only seen his cursive writing, I think. If it's his, it doesn't look familiar.

Fin.

The end of the semester looms menacingly. I have not started the research on either of my term papers and have not yet decided on a topic for one of them. Oops.

Usually, I think that things like this are a joke and that no one could be this ignorant or this stupid. Then you meet people in Albion's computer labs who ask Alex to say something in Chilean.

Is this country's educational system going down the toilet?
How do ignorant people get into college in the first place?
Why isn't there some kind of standardized Not Stupid Test you would be required to take?
Am I significantly smarter or more culturally understanding or more educated than average?
Should I feel good about that or sad?

[thanks to words mean things for linking to the article]

Hello, Blog. Nice to see you again.

I am a bit giddy because I've been linked to! One of my "Blogs of Note", I am Frequently Asked Questions, has linked to me... and people who neither my roommate nor I know have visited the blog. Hooray! Welcome!

I hope I learn something valuable in Survey of Computing. Sometimes I feel like a complete ignoramus in the world of computers. I can probably do more than the average person on the Internet, but there are still lots of people who are more skilled than I am... and I have no idea what to do when I have a computer problem (alt+ctrl+delete and hope it goes away when the computer restarts...) or how the buggers work on the inside.

I technically could graduate in December, but I'll be using this last semester to pick up valuable computer and business French skills to use in my future career... whatever that is.

I told myself I was going to get two things done over Thanksgiving Break:

(1) Finally get around to doing my off-campus program evaluation before I forget I went on an off-campus program...
(2) Write a letter to Sophie (the last time I wrote her was, I think, in September)

Have I done either? No. Have I even started? No. And I still have piles of laundry to do. Shame on me. Maybe I can get some of this done this afternoon, before the party this evening at Alex's.

Last night as I was driving home from Alex's, I heard Billy Joel's "For the Longest Time" on the radio. Normally, this would not have bothered me - indeed, it would have been a pleasant experience. But last night, it was playing on the local oldies station. Billy Joel? On an oldies station? Am I old enough that the music of my childhood is considered "oldies"? AAAAAAAAAAAAH, sigh lament.

The squirrels were MARRIED. Not merry.

Hooray for closed-captioning.

Isn't this post delightfully vague? I just want to be like my roommate.

Saw Harry Potter again. Ron Weasley stole the show. Life is as it should be.

I have joined the ranks of the Ultimately Dorky and am reading The Fellowship of the Ring. It's pretty good. I am on chapter VI, I think.

Today is Girls' Day Out - Mommy, Becky and I are going to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone again. (Again for me and Becky, first time for Mommy).

I think I have a lot of stuff I've told myself to do over break. I should get to doing it.

Mi patito really likes exclamation marks.

If you have used any of the vocabulary I've created on this page in your normal everyday life, please leave some examples in the you blah blahs and help me out with my English Language paper. I'm thinking of doing it on myself...

I went to Cafe Felix with Becky Reik, Harini, and Alex. Patito el Pavito was quiet and normal, which is rather out of character. I suppose I would be, too, meeting up with people who hadn't seen much of each other since high school.

You're still very charming.

I'm thinking of the only Thanksgiving that really stands out as memorable. The others, in the same locations and with the same people, all sort of blend together. But last year's Thanksgiving dashes all over Grenoble in the rain and eventual Thanksgiving a la francaise were... quite different. Don't know if I'd say better, exactly, but different.

GOBBLE GOBBLE GOBBLE!

That's both an exclamation and a command. Happy Thanksgiving!

I went to the craft store with my mom and Alex today and Alex kept walking up and down the aisles, sticking his face in the silk flowers. I believe I have The Strangest Boyfriend On Earth.

Saw Amélie for the third time yesterday. It was still as wonderful as the first. I was glad to hear the (enormous) audience laughing along and enjoying it like I did. And it was helpful to have subtitles so I could finally understand Mme Wallace (Mrs Wells), who delivers all of her lines with a rather drunken slur...

I was afraid Amélie wasn't going to be popular... but it looks like it is in Ann Arbor, at least!

I dreamt last night that I was in a play at Albion. I was playing a rather major part - something like the brother of the main character. At one point, the director (who reminded me of a mean Bille Wickre in Jabba the Hutt's body) was chewing out every member of the cast. For me, it was "I know you're only 16, but that's no reason why you should stare at the floor while you deliver your lines. I don't believe in this letting people into college before they're old enough, anyway." The whole cast looked at each other and giggled because they all knew I was 20. I'm not sure why I was 20 instead of 21 in the dream, but that's the way dreams are. I called her "la baleine" (the whale) under my breath to the star of the play, who was in French House in my dream (she wasn't actually someone I knew in real life) and she laughed. We had never had a dress rehearsal before opening night and I had only practiced the scenes where I had lines. There was one scene where I was supposed to be on stage, but I had no lines. And no one told me which costume I was supposed to be in for that scene - so I just didn't go. Later, my co-star and I were hanging around backstage, talking about all of the trips that Christianna and Antoine were going to take us on in French House.

It's been a long time since I've remembered a dream. I wonder if something is blocking me at school. I love my dreams.

I think I prefer fountain Pepsi and canned Coke.
I don't like ice in my drinks. I would rather suffer warm beverages than diluted ones.

I wrote a lot on the 19th. I think I spent 1.5 hours in the Kellogg Centre and lost track of time. I need a life.

I leave this evening for an extended (extremely extended, actually...) weekend at home. Hopefully the Internet's working, or I'll have to go live at the library in order to keep up my insane unhealthy blogging lifestyle.

See you if I see you...

Speaking of André the Giant, you know what's a good book? The Princess Bride. If I didn't already have assigned reading for Thanksgiving Break, I would read that. Maybe I'll have time for both.

André the Giant was born in Grenoble. I didn't even realize he was French. He didn't sound very French, did he? Also, Greer Garson went to the Université de Grenoble. IMDb is such a useful tool. If you have never been there, I COMMAND YOU TO GO.

I'm very disappointed that Cheryl wasn't in French class today. Where is my Tea and Linguistic Conversation?

Do I blog too much? Is it a pain to read it all? Sorry, but I don't think your opinion would make much of a difference on me pouring out my heart and soul to you.

Much as I frequent them despite myself, I can't say that I entirely approve of chain restaurants. It's nice to know, even in another town, what you're going to order before you even get there. But that's just another example of the comfortable laziness I find myself falling into in the United States.

As Jillian, Alex and I were discussing in the Impromptu Study-Abroad Discussion at Hungry Howie's on Saturday (in the middle of our quasi-conversation with Mr Scary Townie), it's easy to live in your native country, but it's that challenge that makes it fun to live in another culture. You can't take things for granted - you have to take an active role in your life and discover things. Every day is full of discovery when you're participating in an unfamiliar culture - either discovery about the exterior world and your adopted culture or an interior self-discovery or discovery about your home culture.

I think I have always wanted to write a book, but I've never had anything to write about. I think my mind is kind of like a butterfly - it flits quickly from topic to topic and never really settles on one thing. If I came up with an idea for a book, I would forget it or no longer be interested in the subject ten minutes later.

I think the whole book idea just appeals to my thirst for celebrity, which is the reason behind this blog being wildly more successful than any journal I've tried to keep in the past. I like to write to an audience.

When I was younger, before I learned to write in cursive, I would make big loopy scribbles and call it cursive. It didn't say anything, but I would say it did because I couldn't read cursive yet and it all looked like scribbling to me. Do you ever look at something you're writing or reading and wonder how your mind translates that from big loopy scribbles to something with meaning?

It also makes me think of watching my dad type when I could only hunt-and-peck and being awed (awed! awed! not odd! shut up.) that he could just naturally find the keys without looking for them. Now I can sometimes type faster than I think (no comment from the peanut gallery, thankyouverymuch).

It's interesting to look back at the way my mind used to work and wonder how I got here.

Why the Star Wars I-III Trilogy Does Not Work as Well as the IV-VI Trilogy (a Five Minute Thought On the Way to Women And Art Class):

- No one (or at least not me) would think to call Star Wars IV "the introduction one" or V "the romance one" or VI "the one with the big battle". I think that oversimplifying and telling us what to expect is dumb. In the original trilogy, they ALL had big battles. They ALL had romance.

- They ALL had entertaining creatures that spoke foreign languages instead of strangely-accented English. If you know me, you know that this is my beef in EVERY movie, not just SW.

- I think movies these days, to quote Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park, get carried away with what they can do and don't stop to think about what they should do. Special FX are cool when they're appropriate, but above all, you need a story and dialogue that reach out and grab people.

Off I go.

Is "ahold" really a word, or did I mean "a hold" when I used it in my "Alias" review? The easy way to resolve this question would be to look it up in the dictionary, but I've decided it doesn't matter because if it wasn't a word before, it is now. Ahold ahold ahold.

Here is a little "avatar"-type person I created. She's supposed to look like me, I guess. I tried to make one that looked like Alex, but none of them had his hair.

I should just throw my body away and start over again with a new one. I keep doing dumb things like whacking my kneecap on the desk and pulling groin muscles jogging over to Seaton. Maybe people like me shouldn't be allowed to have bodies in the first place if they're going to mistreat them like this - we should just be forced to be floating spirits.

I hate studying for my Spanish tests with Alex.

Either I am lying and I actually do like it, or I am just really dumb and forget every single time that I hate it and go back to doing it again the next time.

Somehow it always results in Alex doubled over in laughter with tears streaming down his face. Is that conducive to learning? No. Alex is a chuleta de cerdo.

Watched "Alias" tonight because John Hannah was on. My thoughts? I'm lazy and have just copied my JHAC post.

The first time I saw the photo of Shepard (John Hannah), I squealed and Alex rolled up into a little ball, making fun of me. It feels like it's been a long time since I've seen him in something *new*. I've seen old projects I just got ahold of, but it's been several months since TMR.

For the longest time, I thought I was watching the wrong episode because there was no mention of Shepard and they didn't seem to be building up to him. But that's Alias for you - one moment Charlie's singing in the bar, the next, Sydney's locked up in a Romanian mental institution.

(Martin?) Shepard is a programmed killer who, if you read him a certain line of poetry once, will do what you want him to do and twice, will forget that he did it. To get to him, Sydney gets herself admitted into a horrible Romanian insane asylum. You see several views of him staring rather sinisterly (?) at her, then she approaches him in the cafeteria, tries out the poetry, and he attacks her, probably thinking she's with THEM. Whoever THEM are.

At this time, I will point out that I was reading something on an Alias bulletin board posting that was the same thought I had: "Wouldn't it be ironic if the little snippet of poetry was Auden?" Or Wordsworth, for that matter. Or hell, Lord Byron. Do we have enough poetry-connections for JH? Unfortunately, 'twasn't. It started out "No man is an island..." which I recognized as John Donne, but when I found the Donne poem online, it didn't sound like I remembered the Alias poem sounding. I'll have to check the tape. Here's Donne:

[...]No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.
- John Donne

Anyway, Shepard jumps on her and gets tazered by the nicey-nice guards, then you don't see much more of him until the "Next Week's Episode" clips, which seemed chock-full of John Hannah and gave me hope for the future. :)

I watched Apt Pupil today with Alex, who is madly and passionately in love with Sir Ian McKellen. I think I may have to fall in love with him myself. This is particularly frightening considering that, in the movie, he plays a former Nazi concentration camp officer who enjoys murdering homeless street hustlers and putting cats in the oven. Of course, this is from the girl who finds Norman Bates attractive. I think I have serious issues and that someone should probably look into Boyfriend's background and make sure he's not a psycho killer.

I forgot to watch the meteor shower, darnit. A meteor shower like that only comes around every 30 years or so.

Planning an airplane flight in the near future? Better practice not being strange. Now, here's a funny pile o' cartoons. And for more articles and things along these lines, go to god bless humanity.

FoxTrot has been very frighteningly true-to-life this week. I suspect that Bill Amend follows me and Alex around with a tape recorder, because Jason and Eileen ARE Alex and Srah. Veddy veddy suspicious.

It was much better than expected. Overall, it was quite enjoyable, although I have those normal Potterholic complaints of things that were left out or changed and a few other things as well.

Most of the effects were great - especially the Invisibility Cloak, which I really liked.

I thought the movie worked pretty well for those who had read the books and who knew what they were expecting. I think it worked less well for those who were new to the Potter experience. I'm not sure that everything was made as clear as in the books and they might not have understood the motivation of some of the characters.

Generally, I think the actors did well. Daniel Radcliffe (Harry) got a little hammy at points, but that was to be expected. Rupert Grint as Ron and Emma Watson as Hermione were much better than expected. Alan Rickman was a little hammy but my main beef was that he was underutilised. But of course, if I had made the films, they would have been hours and hours long. Maybe a TV mini-series for each book.

It upset me a bit that they sort of threw characters into the movie without letting us get to know them. We barely knew Harry by the end, much less Ron, Hermione, Malfoy, Snape, Percy, Neville, etc. We should know that Hermione is Muggle-born before The Chamber of Secrets movie comes out.

Is it just me, or did Lee Jordan look like Whoopi Goldberg? I always expected him to look older and more masculine and better looking. Grr.

My only other beef is that poor Seamus is being treated as a buffoon. He's not a terribly developed character in the books, but he deserves more than a constantly exploding wand (which would be more in character for Ron or Neville...)

Judging from the reviews I've read, I think Harry Potter is going to be a disappointment. But then again, anything is going to be a disappointment when it's built up like this. Look at The Phantom Menace...

I hope The Fellowship of the Ring lives up to everything Alex is expecting of it.

Amélie (Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain) is an absolutely lovely French film that has just recently come out in the US. It's about a girl in Montmartre with a creative and imaginative outlook on life, who one day decides to meddle in the lives of the people around her. The tagline is "She'll change your life" and even if that isn't completely accurate, the film will definitely change your day... or maybe even your week. If you're feeling down about anything, see if "Amelie" is playing near you, because it's a real pick-me-up. It's sort of like a drug, actually - Antoine and I have each seen it twice and are looking forward to our next hit...

And hey, if that's not playing, you can always settle for Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

Please pardon our dust. I am being an HTML geek.

Eventually, I will probably have some original thoughts to share. Or else I'll have to steal some.

Yay! I think my blog is finally under control again! And yes, this is how I was trying to make it look...

I have wasted my afternoon away, pretending I know how to do HTML. Sigh...

In addition to marshmallow Peeps, Twizzlers are also best when they are stale.

I think I came up with an example of the subjunctive being used in English while I was in the bathroom at Baldwin today:

"It is important that our toilet be fixed today."

You wouldn't say "It is important that our toilet is fixed today." Bob says that the "be" is awkward and he would say "get", but I think it's nonetheless correct and that it's an example of the subjunctive. Could be wrong.

Anyway, it is important that our toilet be fixed today.

Are you disgusted by the fact that I started this with the explanation that I came up with this idea while I was in the bathroom? I do some of my best thinking in bed and in the shower, but I think people take you less seriously when you tell them where you came up with the idea.

The French House Dinner was an interesting dichotomy of Fun and Screaming. I mean to say, it was more stressful than expected (or than remembered from past years), but it was also more fun than expected. I had a good time doing the can-can and cleaning up and the food was superdelicious. The serving was a stress-fest for everyone involved. But overall, I think we beat out the German House!

Every time I hear Offenbach's "Orpheus in the Underworld" I'm going to have to do our little dance.

I did manage to get Harry Potter tickets for Friday, after all. Becky is going to come and watch with us and spend the night.

I am nominated for ISU President. I don't quite know what to do about that. I'll have to think it over and talk to Ayako. I don't know if it would be easier to be president than secretary of yet another club, but...

Hooray! My email seems to be back! I hope I didn't miss anything important, as the most recent email in my Inbox is from the 11th and I know I had unread mail when it crashed...

How come an ambassador works in an embassy? And why is "especially" the adverb form of the adjective "special"? Where does that e come from?

I trudged, disgraced and beaten, back across campus and called the Help Desk from my room to see if they could do anything about my email. They didn't sound very helpful or knowledgeable, so I fear that I will not have my email back any time soon. Oh bah. And the emails that are coming in are being sent back - it's not just that I can't get to them.

I need a hug.

I am insane. I am computer illiterate. I am hiding from the Department of Information Technology.

I have gone crazy with mp3s, having discovered that I can access the "Eric's" folder in the basement of the I-House. So because I didn't have much room on my H: drive, I emailed them to myself. A lot of them. It didn't seem like so many at the time... but now GroupWise is crashed and I can't get to it at all. I'm going to have to go 'fess up soon. The worst part of this comes in two parts:

1) After sending myself all of those files and thus crashing GroupWise, I discovered that I can access those network directories from my computer, after all.
2) After managing to download the files and put them on my H: drive, I came over to the library to burn them onto CDs and realized that I have no idea what I'm doing, because the burner has spit two of them out. They are probably now unusable.

So let's review: feeling stupid, no email, two ruined CDs.

At least tutorial went well...

I am taking Tudor/Stuart England, Survey of Computing, Spanish 102, and Business French. I have a heavy morning and no classes Thursday. Odd.

I registered for the last time at Albion today. I find that I have no emotional attachment to the Albion registration system and will not miss it at all.

Cheryl and I watched La Reine Margot today for our French class. Whooey! Did Dr Yewah watch this before he assigned it for class? It is chock-full of violence, sex, gore, naked Vincent Perez, incest by the truckload, no plot to speak of, confusing character motivation, the always-adorable Daniel Auteuil with an atrocious hairdo, and an astonishing lack of cross-dressing on the part of the Duc d'Anjou.

Hmm... at least it's better than Cyrano de Bergerac, which I've seen at least three times in the past year. The fact that it's written in verse (and an attempt is made to translate it into English verse) is driving me nuts.

Un couple épatant - Cavale - Après la vie
I don't know how I find these things, but here's a trilogy of films that were filmed in Grenoble this year, including the time that we were visiting there this summer. Now I don't want to go jumping to conclusions or anything, but there seemed to be a lot of cinema-esque lighting nonsense going on down the street from our hotel... Well, even if I didn't almost see this filming, it's exciting to see recognizable scenery from Grenoble! Sigh...

Sometimes I wish you could peek in someone's ear while they're sleeping and see what they're dreaming about.

Yesterday Alex and I were taking a nap and at one point I was awake while he was asleep. He reached over (in his sleep, mind you) and patted me on the head approvingly and said something unintelligible. I wonder what was going on in there.

Isn't it a good thing that John F. Kennedy went to Berlin instead of Vienna, Austria? Then he would have announced "Ich bin ein Wiener." "Ha ha ha ha ha ha," she laughed maturely.

While the double vowels 'ee' and 'oo' pervade the English language, the other vowels very rarely double up. Isn't that interesting? Some examples: Canaan, skiing, vacuum, continuum.

I was spacing out in English Language class and started thinking about that. How scary that I can take a topic everyone considers quite dorky, and space out in a dorkier direction...

This is me and Alex...

srah's personality #1: I don't want to go to bed. It's too cold to go to bed.
srah's personality #2: Why don't you close the window, Einstein...

Where did Friday go? Why didn't I write anything about Friday night? Why?

Friday we went to Dively's. I had dinner with Jen, Erin, Alex, Kurt, and Dan. It was very tasty, as it always is, and it was nice to see all of those folks again. Kurt, Alex and I read through a big chunk of Engrish.com and giggled about it all through dinner.

Then later we went to the Holly Hughes thing. At least three people I've talked to came away from it wondering what the difference was between performance art and stand-up comedy. So it was more entertaining than expected! Which is good, because I wasn't expecting much. Shawn Marie was good, too. I felt proud of her, somehow. I think she's nice.

Alex and I tried to be social Friday night (really, we did!), but Samata never called us back or something. So we had to put up with smoochy-smooching instead. Mwah ha. Ew, you didn't want to hear that.

I told Boyfriend I was going to bed about 1/2 hour ago. Sorry, Alex. I have a Blogging Problem. Which, I suppose, explains why I'm going to join the ranks of the B.A.s in May.

Ha ha. I am funny. I am ROFL. Woo woo. I am bursting with humour. Buhboi.

Personality Corner: Modified Keirsey Temperament Sorter
I am an ISTJ [Introversion, Sensing, Thinking, Judging]. What are you?

My roommate is so great, and I so suck. I came home and all of her crap was picked up. Now I look even slobbier, because I have an enormous pile. Grrrrr. Boo on me. My To Do list grows and grows.

I don't like the Eat Shop.

Can you imagine a country where penguins just roam about in the wild? Neither can I, but apparently they do so in Chile. It makes my imagination boggle, if an imagination can be boggled.

I wonder if they have little "Penguin Crossing" signs. I suppose they have to stay near the water. I don't actually know anything about penguins, except that they have cute little flippers. My specialty is the giraffe, which is 6 feet tall at birth, has no vocal cords, and has the largest heart of any mammal (so as to pump blood all the way up its neck to its brain).

Last night I saw Life as a House - it was really good. I can see why people compared it to American Beauty, but I think it has its own merits and is a really great movie. It made me cry. Kevin Kline is great and it was cool to see Hayden Christensen and test him out for SWII. Kristin Scott Thomas' US accent was quite good. How long has it been out? It's only playing in one theater in Jackson - I wish it had gotten more publicity and theaters...

Why do men have nipples, anyway? What's the point?

I HATE DUBBED MOVIES. I need to read boxes more carefully. That said, I put up with the dubbing for the whole movie and quite enjoyed Les Rivières pourpres. Lots of fun and action and thrills and the library scenes filmed in a building on Place Verdun in Grenoble that I passed every day and also HAVE BEEN INSIDE. Pardon me, I'm easily impressed.

Vincent Cassel's English dubbing of his own part was very amoosing, as I have no idea where he learned English, but it might have been inner-city NYC. Jean Reno is divine and I think Vincent is only going to get more attractive with age - mrrrrowwwrr. Wait, I'm lying, because he was not at all attractive in Le Pacte des loups. I think he needs fluffy hair. If they'd been speaking French, they would have been even better.

Would you rather...
... have a digitally blurred face like criminals on TV
or
... have your range of bodily movement rediced to that of a G.I. Joe action figure?

Things to consider: brushing your teeth, cocktail parties

- Heimberg & Gomberg's Would you rather...?

I finally saw The Usual Suspects last night. An would be proud. It was good. I looooooooove Kevin Spacey.

Alan Cumming is going to be on Celebrity Weakest Link. Almost makes one want to watch. Almost. "Mr Bojangles, you have a drinking problem..."

Today I am finally going to watch Les Rivières pourpres. Yay!

Nothing interesting to say. I spent the early part of the morning reading my wall to my roommate who wasn't listening but that's okay because I was mostly reading it to myself. I think I'm losing my French.

6 days to Potter. And more importantly, to the Weasleys.

I am so shamefully slow. I should have bought Harry Potter tickets weeks ago and didn't get around to it. Now we probably won't be able to see it opening night. Shame shame shame!

I am hanging my head and sniffling.

Today it was proved that while most people could not be paid to stand on one foot, jump up and down and make chicken noises in public, srah will do it for free. What's her damage, anyway?

There are few things in life as pleasurable as a crunchy, stale marshmallow Peep. It's the only way to eat them.

They make Peeps for all holidays now. I haven't seen any little turkeys, but I bought roommate both jack o' lanterns and now snowmen. They have Xmas trees, but those aren't quite as satisfying because they have no heads to bite off. MNEARGH. I can pretend I am a praying mantis.

testing testing 123... I am blogging from AIM!

I think one thing I miss from last year is the anonymity of living in a city and travelling around. Albion can be a bit claustrophobic.

My boyfriend would rather have a tail than the ability to fly. What do you think?

There's a whole book of 'Would You Rather?'s (2 or more, actually). Maybe I will share some of them later in order to encourage the use of the 'you blah blah' feature. ;)

Skipped Spanish, French tutorial was cancelled, Spanish tutorial was cancelled. What have I done with my day?????? Nothing productive, anyway.

Went to the Graduate School fair, which was totally lame, unless you were planning on going to law school. I stopped at one of the tables to see if they had any programs that interested me and the recruiter pulled me in and made me talk to her. I signed up for more information and it wasn't until she'd let me go and moved in on Dan (who I was with) that I looked at the display and the brochures and everything and saw all of the stuff about it being "a Christian institution to help guide you to the path that God has chosen for you" or some such nonsense. Oh dear me. I thought it might not be too polite to snatch back the card and say "Sorry, I don't go in for that Jesus stuff" so hopefully I can just get off their mailing lists. I talked to the woman at EMU, but I got the feeling she didn't know what she was talking about and just liked to hear the sound of her own voice.

This evening, I painted a ceramic tile. Actually, two. Because I am a cheater. Bad srah, bad. Anyway. It was very amoosing and it was fun to spend time with Samata, Ligia, Alexandra and Alisha. I have great artistic talent, I'm sure. Then Alex and I chatted with Jen Dively and Alex got us invited over for dinner by making cute little faces at Jen and begging for lemon cake. Geek.

Then we had our French House meeting and practiced our big floor show for the dinner. Someone who shall remain nameless because I can't remember her name at the moment anyway was being a heinous bitch and trying to take over the dance even though she doesn't live in French House. We're behind you, Piper. We can take her. Some people are way too serious about this dance, though. Chill out. I love Sheila - she has the best attitude of all. I'm going to give her a great big cyber-hug that she can have if she ever reads this.

My roommate is at the Cake concert with her mommy. Hee hee.

I had something else to say but it's slipped my mind. Buhboi.

ON NE BOUGE PAS PENDANT LE JINGLE.

I should have had a blog while I was in France last year. I'm sure I had some interesting observations that should have been recorded for posterity. It probably wouldn't have been as excessively updated as it is here and now.

Or maybe it would have been. I did live @ Neptune. I miss Gilles.

Sorry, readers. I have nothing interesting to say.

We had an RHA meeting last night and I wanted to slap Hans because he doesn't listen to anything anyone else has to say. Diana Ariza, Director of Multicultural Affairs, has the biggest dog I have seen in my life. I think it's half Newfoundland and half walrus.

Vocabulary from my weblog is slowly creeping into everyday speech. Yay! Triumph! Gotta spread it around campus now, as the only people using it so far are those reading the blog.

Blog blog blog, Jen Dively. :)

Holy nonsense.

Incessantly Talking Girl gave her Women in Art presentation in costume. Why why why? As if it wasn't painful enough that I had to go to class solely for the purpose of listening to her talk (what am I talking about? That's every day in Women in Art), I have to listen to her talk dressed as an Edwardian architect. Incessantly Talking Girl is sesquipedalian. "I have salvaged various pieces of gingerbread and lattice..."

I'm a catty little monster. I should behave myself.

I hate hate hate it when people say "antidote" when they mean "anecdote".

I've been taking my showers at an average of about 4pm every day this week. My roommate says I'm a stinky dirty whore. I feel gross, but notice I'm not in the shower - I'm blogging blogging blogging. Yeah. Is this one of those sad sad cases where you get so wrapped up in the Internet you don't carry out your normal daily life?

Women in Art is so exciting this week. Today we only have to come for Michelle's presentation and our paper for Friday was cancelled. It should always be like this.

Finally finished my paper at 3am. Yuck! I don't think it was very good, but I hope it made some sort of sense and perhaps vaguely resembled what Dr Wyss wanted from it.

Crashed on the couch while it was printing and had a dream where Roommate and Rob were going to the Cake concert together, except it was Rob who was my roommate. There was a lot of other extremely strange stuff going on, but I lost it all in the process of waking up.

I feel so free now that those papers are done. Mwah ha. That would explain why I've spent the past several hours reading random blogs and finding these fun sites to recommend:

Japanese Engrish
Bunny Survival Tests

Someday, if BlogBack ever decides to stop being broken, you will be able to click on [you blah blah] to respond to my blog entries and share your own thoughts or opinions or to say "This blog is a complete waste of time, you loser."

"It's not vile. It's worthwhile."
- Rob Sudul

I don't think it's occurred to me yet that it's almost midnight and I now have to start my second paper. Boy, can't wait for that message to make it to the ol' brain.

My boyfriend is so cute.

I want to go to sleep. I don't want to write a paper. But I guess I'd better. I have a feeling my lovely English Language grade is going to take a dive.

Carrots have a texture that's sort of like wood.

Try not to think about it.

If you are ever frightened by the world's pharmaceutical companies and fear that they spend all day trying to come up with new ways to poison us, make us dependent on their product, or just generally take over the world...

Be not afraid, little readers. Pfizer is not spending all day plotting to take over the world. Pfizer is spending all day reading my weblog. Or at least Jackie Day is.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am just doing my part to prevent another Evil Empire from coming to power. All in a day's work.

My goal in life is to get everyone I know reading my weblog on a regular basis so I never have to talk to anyone ever again.

You know who should have a blog? Molly Manvel. Where you at, Molly?

I picked the tape off again! What is wrong with me? Where is my in-room shrink when I need her?

There is a piece of tape on my desk and I feel compelled to pick at it. I can't stop myself. I had to replace the piece of tape - which is covering a place where the fauxmica (I don't know what these desks are made of, so I've called the material "fauxmica") has disappeared so as to prevent it from snagging my sleeve - because I picked the first one all the way off.

I live with a psych major, and thus have decided that this tape-picking phenomenon is due to some mysterious psychological disorder that has not yet been identified. As I have just installed this BlogBack "you blah blah" thing that I am so proud of, I will allow my fan(s) and reader(s) to Name That Disorder. Knock yourselves out, kiddies.

I write really long sentences.

Evil Evildoers of Evil
God Bless Humanity
words mean things: Bill O'Reilly

The CIA is never going to hire me now. I'm going to have to go teach English in France. I don't know if I could handle working for the CIA anyway, what with all the naughty things they do.

I don't know why this line jumps out at me every time I hear it:

"You can dress up like a sultan in your onion-head hat."
- Cake, "Comfort Eagle"

One blog not enough to keep you occupied? Check out some of my favorites:

words mean things
On the Go
Alex's Journal
god bless humanity

Seems like there were others, but I've lost them.

The other night in Baldwin, Jillian and I were forced to share the last packet of Earl Grey so we wrote a letter to Baldwin, saying something along the lines of

"My friend keeps drinking all of the Earl Grey in Baldwin, so could you please get some more. We drink about 3-4 cups each per day."

Then yesterday Jillian was in Baldwin by herself and was just thinking 'I wonder if they pay any attention to those comment slips," when she heard laughter coming from the staff table and something to the effect of "My friend keeps drinking all of the Earl Grey in Baldwin..."

Unfortunately... IT DIDN'T WORK! I'm going to have to start bringing my own tea. Boo.

Dr Wyss says American men tend to speak in only two pitches on average. I wonder if that's why I'm biased towards foreigners...

Spent a big chunk of the afternoon trying to prevent Alex from taking a nap because I am a pest and he wanted to force me to sleep when I wasn't sleepy. There is no escape from the Planet of the Ape.

Then we went to dinner and ate with Eva, Christianna, Antoine, Fanny, and Mariana. We created our superhero team, the Tutorial League.

Then I created French House Dinner publicity crap with Christianna, Antoine, and Duane. Hee hee, fun times.

Went to watch, with Alex and Jillian, the rest of Uprising, which didn't make any more sense than the previous part. We missed the last half hour because we were outside looking for the Northern Lights. ("Aurora Borealis. Contained entirely within your kitchen.")

We came back to Alex's and danced for a while, then we had an Under-5'2" Wrestling Match and Alex beat us up. Very unfair. I think I'm out of shape.

We walked Jillian home, then Alex continued the Ongoing Saga of The History of Middle Earth to prepare me for the Lord of the Rings movie, until I started falling asleep.

Not a very exciting day, actually.

Another fruitful teatime with Cheryl! We founded the Society for the Institution of Zed in order to reintroduce "zed" as the pronounciation for the letter Z. Cheryl crosses her Zs, which gets her a gold star right on her forehead.

We also wrote a letter that we forgot to send to Baldwin, which is unrivaled in poetic greatness:

-----
Dearest Beloved Baldwin,

My name is Stan
and i don't like cran
berry tea.

My last name is Zimmerman
and i don't like cinnamon
tea.
either.

ethereal earl elates
gargantuan grey
gregarious grey
graciously grants guzzling glee

earl is a pearl
in the oyster that is Baldwin

EARL GREY... BACK IN THE BASKET
-----

Me: "I know why the caged Equal sings."
Cheryl: "I don't know, but watch the sequel."

Okay, I am not funny. You probably had to be there.

One of the finest poets of the day has brought into the world yet another masterpiece. First, we will share an earlier example of her Spanish-language oeuvre, then her latest work on the theme of "Autumn". Sit back, because you are in for a treat.

La Sangre

Yo no soy un café. [I am not a café.]
Sin embargo hay personas que me persiguen a todas partes [However, there are people following me everywhere]
Buscando algo de beber. [Looking for something to drink.]
Este líquido en mis venas [This liquid in my veins]
No es expresso, [Is not espresso,]
¡Malditos vampiros! [Damned vampires!]

Las Hojas

Paseo por el jardín [I walk in the garden]
Y veo las hojas caer. [And watch the leaves fall.]
Hay una pila de hojas muertas [There is a pile of dead leaves]
Que me recuerda mi infancia. [Which reminds me of my childhood.]
Yo salto sobre las hojas [I jump onto the leaves]
Y aterrizo junto a un cuerpo muerto [And land next to a dead body]
Con marcas de mordadura en el cuello. [With bitemarks on its neck.]
¡Malditos vampiros! [Damned vampires!]

ABC is a pile of poo and postponed John Hannah's "Alias" episode till the 18th so Jillian and I watched the first half of "Uprising" instead. So far it isn't making much sense.

Patti LuPone was in WITNESS with... Harrison Ford who was in INDIANA JONES directed by... Steven Spielberg who directed SAVING PRIVATE RYAN with... Tom Hanks who was in PHILADELPHIA with... Denzel Washington who was in THE HURRICANE with... John Hannah who... I met this summer. I think that's seven degrees of separation.

If you want to cheat about it, you can go to The Oracle of Bacon. The Oracle says I'm three degrees from Patti, but I never would have thought of David Paymer.

I like Harry, but I wouldn't want to wear his glasses. Alex has the advantage of a dork-stigma on The Lord of the Rings, so it isn't as heavily merchandised. :(

11 days to Potterdom...

decommend - verb - to advise against.

"I decommend that you eat that poisoned soup."

Last night Alex and I watched Star Wars: A New Hope and I fell asleep. Shame on me. The Special Edition definitely has better sound quality, although you have to put up with a lot of silly additions for it. Watching the first scene with the ship appearing from the top of the screen made me think that Star Wars movies belong in a theatre. I miss Norris 101 movies.

Jillian and I are drinking all of the Earl Grey in Baldwin. Mwah ha! Another convert to the World Of Tea Addiction!

Marian needs to get his own AIM account because one of these days Yen is going to IM me for real and I'm going to be mean to her.

I am playing with penguins!

Jillian has introduced a new vocabulary word! Hooray! Erin Lewis and I got this email from her:

to beswink - "Chris Moore is on campus and i was talking to him today about beswinking. this is a term that he and his friends coined to define the act of an upperclassmen dating or pursuing an underclassmen. apparently you get points depending on the age difference. the most points go to a senior dating a freshman and if the girl is the senior she gets even more points. so congratulations on being the ultimate beswinkers."

Mystery solved - the cracked-out villain is Becky herself. BlueMountain has their design-your-own card thing and Becky's on drugs.

We went to Olive Garden for dinner and spent almost the whole time playing "Connect Yourself to Celebrities" and various other variations on "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon". I will share some later.

"You know what sounds horrible? When someone farts into a microphone."
- Alex Rivera

My sister sent me an insane Internet greeting card. I feel like I almost get it, but that maybe the designer was a little on drugs. I was thinking pig-mushrooms-Eiffel Tower... so it's a French truffle-hunting pig or something. But that doesn't explain the JELL-O! Or that strange look on the pig's face. Or the fact that he seems to fart out the message. Whoever made that card was quite obviously cracked-out like a villain.

I am a hopeless Harry Potter geek. 13 days.

Monsters, Inc. was fun and entertaining. I quite enjoyed myself, even though I've never seen a Pixar film before. The Pixar short before the movie was hilarious, too. But let's skip to the important part: the previews. There were precisely three million hours of previews.

Ice Age sounded stupid when I first heard about it, but after having seen the preview, I want to go see it. It looks like a fun Disney movie. I think Disney is trying to move away from musicals, which is too bad in a way because they seemed to be the only institution of the movie musical in the 90s.

If I see another preview for Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius, I am going to vomit copiously all over whoever's sitting in front of me. I bet I'm in for another one at...

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone! This preview looks better than any of the others I've seen and I'm actually looking forward to seeing the movie. J.K. Rowling likes it, so I'm sure I will too. :)

There was a bunch of other crap...

They had a preview for the re-release of E.T. I'm so mad about that - not that they're re-releasing it, but that they've edited it for post-September-11th audiences. This is the most ridiculous thing of all. You can't go back and edit things that might be offensive to someone somewhere from a movie from 1982! My rule is: you can add things to a Special Edition, but you can't take things out.

Then the last (long awaited - at least by me and the guys behind me) preview was Star Wars: Attack of the Clones. What a disappointment. I'm still looking forward to the movie, but that was a lame teaser. Just Darth Vader breathing through the whole thing. I want to hear some words of wisdom from Yoda or something to indicate that the dialogue won't be full of "Yippeeee!" and "Meesa Jah-Jah Binks" like The Phantom Menace. Boo. Hopefully the second teaser (attached to Harry Potter) will be better.

Freshmen are so fun and hormonal. Everything is ORGY ORGY ORGY with them. I wonder if posting that is going to make my weblog come up in naughty Internet searches. One can only hope...

I have spent the last hour going to Blogger.com and reading the most recently updated blogs. Ooowie, fun fun. Here is my favorite. I really ought to be showering, as I am dirty dirty dirty. Jackie Day will interpret this differently than I mean it.

I AM 33% GEEK.
I probably work in computers, or a history department at a college. I never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But I have friends, and this is a good thing.
Take the GEEK Test at Fuali.com!

I don't know if I should be disappointed or relieved that the Women in Art paper I stressed about but didn't do is due next Friday instead of today.

Weblog feedback from loyal reader Jackie Day: "You ARE very funny, but as my husband says, looks aren't everything."

Mystery solved! The banana bread was from Mommy via the Reimann express. I know you were all on the edge of your seat about that one.

I admire education majors because they know THAT they want to teach and they know WHAT they want to teach by the time they graduate. Way to make decisions, folks. Now stop making my life miserable in English Language class with your whining about how you *have* to take the class. Some of us are big geeks and are taking it for fun.

Happy Día de Muertos. I am celebrating by not going to Spanish class. Sorry, Fanny and Mariana. I have a Women in Art thingy to write.

Yeah, thanks, Room. I know I was complaining that it was dry in you, but that's no reason to leak all the rain into the room, especially on my computer cords. That was uncalled for.

The existence of more clothes in my closet than on my floor lies only in the fact that I have an ass-excessive amount of material possessions. I need to open up a can of whup-heinie on this place and get it tidied to the max.

Someone sent me a package of candy and yummy bread in the mail. But it's anonymous. It's probably full of anthrax, but I'm gonna eat it anyway. I bet it's from Dively, because who else is going to make me bread?

Danced le french can-can at French House Meeting. Hurrah, it was fun. Mwah ha ha. "French House Dinner is going to rock the I-House!" she said quite dorkily.

Yes, EVERY Tuesday.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! <-- [post ISU-meeting stress-relief screaming]

Yay! I have readers! Roommate's advertising strategies work!

I have promised "yummy yummy" treats for ISU tonight. Whatever am I going to provide?

Roommate and I (after an exhaustive search of the Michigan Sex Offender's list by zip code - looking for familiar names - and a trip to the FBI's Most Wanted page), decided we need to find nice cushy government jobs. Or not-so-cushy ones.

So she's going to get a non-gun job for the FBI and I'm going to work for the CIA. It's frightening how appropriate the CIA's language positions sound for me. They're looking for language people. But I have two questions the Employment FAQ doesn't answer... Will I be able to tell anyone what I do, and will I ever be able to get out of it? I mean, if I'm just like a translator or something and not a supersecret Alias-esque operative, do I still have to be all covert and undercover?

Suppose I should send out my resume...?

Where does Roommate find these random websites? How does her brain work? Should I be any more worried about the sex offenders list than about Create a Fart?

It sounds ridiculous and morbid, but I hope that if I ever die or get amnesia (well, obviously I'm going to die someday...) that someone will tell my online friends. It would be strange if I just dropped off the face of the earth one day.

Someone on the Peter Stormare Messageboard has just been diagnosed with epilepsy and had some seizures/seizure medication that knocked out parts of her memory. What a freaky, horrible idea. I'm glad she told us about it, even if she doesn't really remember who we are...