Going to get a few things sorted out, but I'm done here.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.

Exhausted, and waiting for things to upload. Friends page read to death. Stole meme from i_am_wog. Hooray, cocoa.

( ALPHABET! D: )

HOUSE GOT PICKED UP FOR A THIRD SEASON, WHOO! (Actually, I've got one foot in the camp that's kind of disappointed in season two. ( CHOPPING HERE FOR THE SAKE OF THE MINOR-SPOILER-PHOBIC ) It's all pretty much the doing of the writers, though; the actors still have me going 'YAY!' all over the place, so the writing's going to have to get REALLY insane before I stop watching. ^^♪~ I'm still happy.)

I bought Senor Senora Senorita (YES I'm leaving the tildes out and it causes me pain but I can't FIND them so whatever). And it came today. (Actually, I was ordering ELLEGARDEN's Riot on the Grill, and decided, what the hell, I have a few extra dollars, and a crack deficiency, why not add Miyavi's new single, CASTANETS WTF? But then CDJapan flopped out and Riot on the Grill became "unavailable", and I didn't have the heart to cancel the order because CASTANETS WTF?) Anyway, it came, and I watched the PV (HE CRYS TEARS OF BLOOD, WHAT!) and it has a mad little dance instruction thing for the mad little dance the Moustachioed Miyavi does in the PV. Right.

He calls himself MYV Jackson. In the dance thing, and in the freaking liner notes. DUDE! I called him MYV Jackson! Ages ago! It was a running joke!

....If he at any point calls himself Elton MYV, I am starting my own religion. I will become THE OCCASIONAL PROPHET OF SELECTIVE FACETS OF CERTAIN FANDOMS. Yeah.



In other, less completely random news, we havn't been able to get an internet connection at home for a MONTH, the firewall at the Land Grant blocks everything I need to do to leave for Oregon, like yell at HP tech support to GET MY SCANNER WORKING, but it will let me download Kra PVs. (SPEAKING OF WHICH, Maiccho is a brunette! END OF AN ERA! WHAT WILL BECOME OF US! Yeah whatever. He ish still So Cute.)

Um. Got a letter from Evergreen re: application "Give us your transcripts, dumbass. You've got two weeks," it says, only maybe not in those words. Which is BAD. Because there's nothing I can do to expidite the ACT scores at this point, and the GED scores were sent out a week before I did my application, and the letter is dated a week ago, which means I have one week, not two, and if the letters don't get there I'm not getting in and, and and and and!!! HWEEEE. ;____; BUT. If a letter can get from Washington to here in a week, then certainly a letter can get from here to Washinton in ... rather more than a week. However long it's been. Yonks ages. So maybe they've got the GED transcripts by now and we can move on to, "PAH THESE PHOTOCOPYS ARE NOT LEGITIMATE EVEN IF THE DESK MONKEY FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION SIGNED THEM AND SWORE THEY'D BE FINE!" (These incredibly neurotic pre-collegiate posts will eventually stop, you know. For a given value of eventually.)

My dad is a kind and benevolent father, and brought home Doritos and Ubiquitous East Asian food which is still not saag paneer but will do very nicely for comfort food while I panic thanks very much, and we finished Neverwhere, (which, ahaha, was bad, of course, but I knew it was going to be bad, so that wasn't a disappointment. Except the marquis, who was fantabulous), so life is not as dismal as it might be, except ...

T-MINUS TWELVE DAYS UNTIL I FIND OUT THAT I CANNOT LEAVE FOR OREGON BECAUSE THEY WON'T LET ME OUT OF THE TERRITORY WITH MY CERTIFICATE OF IDENTIFICATION BECAUSE THEY NOW REQUIRE A PASSPORT AND SOME REALLY HORRIBLE PERSON AT THE PASSPORT AGENCY HAS BEEN HOLDING MY NEW PASSPORT FOR THRITEEN MONTHS.



I go avay now.

REGINALD JEEVES IS A PLAYBOY.


(Bertram Wooster is a pimp.)






That is all.

Went to see Tristan & Isolde (which can take its stupid + and shove it where the sun doth not shine, and I don't mean that amusingly named place in Slice, thank you). It is a very bad sign for your love story when I like the screaming and the stabbing more than the lovers, uh, lovering. And, BOY DID I LIKE THE SCREAMING AND THE STABBING. :D :D :D No, really, I did. I wanted to scream and stab Isolde, myself. It's probably a sign of your incurable geekitude that you get irritated when the film is set in "The Dark Ages", and the actors are speaking Modern English which because of the reasonable suspension of disbelief you know to be Old English, and then they switch into early Modern English for the old bits with the floofy thees and thous even though early Modern English will not exist for, oh, another thousand years! *flail and outrage* I also liked how you die in like ten minutes from a stomach wound but you can get stabbed REPEATEDLY in the chest and go on fighting for another hour or eight. SIGH. (What? Me? Detail-whore? Perish the thought.)

But the screaming and stabbing really was quite fun. :D

ETA: Ohyeahbestpart. The theatre here has two ... you know, room-things. Auditoriums. Theatres. Whatever. But they're showing three films right now, one of which is Fun with Dick and Jane (it's been here for THREE WEEKS, and causes me pain). So they've got to shove two names together on the wee little marquee outside the auditorium, and we wind up with the cinematic masterpiece DICK AND TRISTAN. Oh, yeah. Brokeback Mountain, eat your heart out.

So it looks like I might just possibly get into SOU. This is unnerving. At least I will have someplace to go when Evergreen takes one look at my application and goes "WTF MATE?" and throws it back in my face, laughing hysterically. (I am so good at being positive. :P )

I am never going to get all this done. I am throwing myself off a bridge now.


Wait, no. I am throwing myself off a bridge after this song. *sways*

Valentine's is over. That means EASTER is next.  Quite apart from that whole niggling Jesus thing, this means that THERE ARE PEEPS IN THE STORES!

Heeheehee.  I've got Peeps and a microwave.  Oh, the thrills I will have. :D

(My dad is slowly going through my music, picking out the things he wants.  Alastar just got the chop.  Now we're debating whether Antonis Remos is actually Japanese opera.  Or Italian.  I am apparently a member of a secret society who disguises Italian-ness from society.)  (He's Greek.)  (Antonis Remos, not my dad.  Nothing's changed on the Norwegian front.)


EDIT: AS:LKJHGUGJHDK:!!!!!! Are they performing with Daishi? Could they be performing with Daishi? THEY WOULDN'T CALL IT PSYCHO LE C--(shit where's capital e acute....)--ÉMU WITHOUT HIM, RIGHT?! AAAALFKJGH:SRDIHJOI!!!

I swear my mother is trying to set me up with a 19 year-old, blue-haired boy who is the son of one of her collegues. Thus far I have learened that 1) he is a quarter Japanese and generally classified as nipponophile, 2) he went into the Marines to support a friend, (his mum was, as my mum put it, "unamused"), and was medically discharged for screwing up his knee, and 3) he has made tennis shoes out of duct tape.

I am having so much fun playing dumb.

EDIT: The end of our conversation:
mahanson (6:57:58 PM): Anyway, I'm going to go watch Grey's Anatomy. It's part 2 of a 2 part show.
CircusStarTricks (6:58:08 PM): Otay.
mahanson (6:58:17 PM): Ms. Grey has her hand in a chest cavity on a bomb.
CircusStarTricks (6:58:25 PM): O____o
CircusStarTricks (6:58:26 PM): Eek.
mahanson (6:58:30 PM): gripping
CircusStarTricks (6:58:32 PM): (Is it better than House?)
mahanson (6:58:38 PM): naw.
CircusStarTricks (6:58:48 PM): Well, that's reassuring.
CircusStarTricks (6:58:50 PM): Have fun.
mahanson (6:58:59 PM): Oh. And Patrick is cute in a 19 year old sort of way.
CircusStarTricks (6:59:20 PM): That's ... good to know. XD