And because I'm in the zone today:


Who is your Ideal Lord of the Rings (male) Mate?
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Totally not shocked.

Just got back from seeing The Two Towers, and Oh My God. I wasn't a big fan of the first one outside of cute boys (and yes, that includes my completely misplaced crush on Ian McKellan), but I liked it. Legolas is such a little badass, I want to bring him home with me. The horse thing. Shan, I know you will geek with me about him getting on the horse. It doesn't get any cooler than that. I will have to watch the first one before going to see this one again, though.

Oh, and it gave the preview for a Vin Diesel movie that actually looks pretty damn cool. Hi, Sarah. =)

Hi. I'm bored.


Which Firefly Guy is For You?
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And I can't believe I didn't do this before, but I'm on the bandwagon of people whoring out the fact that registration for ScaperCon 2003 is now open! It's in Chicago this year, which I love because that means no 5 hour drive for Natalie this time! We're talking 45 minutes in traffic. Yay. (Which will probably mean I get laden down with more supplies and such, but that's okay. Whee!) Go register! It's fun! And there's talk of table dancing and flashing!

Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas, everyone who celebrates it. Everyone else, hope you had a great day anyway! =) I got some great CD's and DVD's, and Nick proved himself to be completely awesome by getting me a ton of Excalibur backissues that are currently invading my life. I so want to be Kitty when I grow up.

Hair update: It's black now, and I want my ponytail back. Why, yes, I have watched too much Farscape lately. I want my Aeryn hair back NOW.

So the holiday season seems to have brought out a bit of humanity in Beth (though she's again, one of those people who has become all "My Boyfriend, My Boyfriend." Because we all give such a damn). She's been pretty nice to me, or else I'm not caring anymore. Or something. Yesterday she was telling me how I've got the most facial expressions she's ever seen on one person, and I told her how in acting class in high school, Mrs. Sokol called me The Great Stone Face. I never smiled, was stiff and wooden, and I never wanted to violate anyone's personal bubble... Beth started laughing and said something about if she could see me now, which is indirectly one of the best compliments I've ever received. That was my biggest obstacle when I started out acting, and it's nice to know that people don't believe it ever was a problem. Which is cool, especially when you consider that for my final, I was able to push a guy around onstage, and I got complimented on acting through facial expressions. Whee!

And as part of the Christmas season, I reread this and had to link those who for whatever reason hasn't seen it yet: So You Wanted a Peackeeper for Christmas.

"Wanna fight? Wanna debate? How about disagree?" -Jeff to Tammy's dog

"Fight me! Only the strong survive!" -Jeff again to Tammy's dog

"Corporate lawyers are the scum of the Earth. < long pause > Natalie, it wasn't that funny." -Jeff

I went out last night for my high school friends' annual Christmas dinner thing. We all got dressed up, went to a pretty fancy Italian restaurant, and Kelly was my date. < shrug > (Btw, if I ever become one of those people who is all about their boyfriend, putting off every other thing just because of them- shoot me. Seriously. You are all under strict orders to kill me. I do not want to be that person.) Apparently my haircut makes me look so different that people I've known since I was 14, 15 years old don't recognize me. I guess it was an okay night. Nothing big. Brandi's already planning my going away party, which I find really funny, because I don't see them enough to either miss me or want me gone. Whatever. And for the record, though I was a snarky bitch, Carrigan and I strangely enough got along. Stranger things have happened, I guess.

In the last day I've been watching fourth season Farscape, alternating loving it and cringing and closing my eyes for various reasons. And then I realize with horror that I have lost my #5 tape. So of all the Farscape eps I could possibly be missing that I want to see more than anything, which ones do you think are on that tape? Yes, that's right. DMD and SOD. Freaked me the hell out, and now I'm developing a twitch and tearing my room apart. But I'm curling my hair the Sikozu way, so it's all good.

Okay, why is Dustin Diamond everywhere? This question begs to be asked. Damn you, Celebrity Boxing, you brought this on the unsuspecting public! I'm watching the E! True Hollywood Story of Saved By The Bell (because come on, we all watched it, and for some reason there's been a lot of admitting it lately with people I'm around), and now he's on Star Dates. Which is a show I completely don't get. While I realize that people will do anything to get on TV, I think I'd have to draw the line at going on dates with Screech and Eddie Munster. But that's just my pair o' pennies.

That being said, Mark-Paul Gosselaar still really needs to call me.

I am blogging to keep myself from doing weird things at 11 PM. I already gave myself a facial and done dry skin treatments, I'm resisting the urge to body mask the rest of me and go through all my makeup... Or I could clean my room. Which doesn't sound bas unless you see it right now. And I don't dare do any of this stuff because I will be up all night, guaranteed. Here's me trying to get really tired so I can be unconscious before I actually do any of this...

It's got to be bad that my shows getting canceled is starting to depress me. So far this year I saw the end of Witchblade, then Farscape was canceled, then Birds of Prey, then I guess this is Buffy's last season (did Joss confirm this?) and Firefly was going into the hiatus from which I doubt it will return... Those are basically my shows. I have it on usually for background noise, but that's it. I think Alias, Everwood and CSI are really the only shows I watch that I'm not in a fandom for. Maybe it's just cuz I don't know what's going to happen to the fandom that makes me all weird, but I don't like it. 'Sides, I'm what some people would call an addict, and I need my escapism, dammit.

Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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I bet you anything it's because I put Christina Aguilera for the first answer. (What can I say? "Dirrty" won't get out of my head.)

Which Sesame Street Muppet's Dark Secret Are You?
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Last time I took this quiz, I was the Count's Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.

I am missing the hell out of everyone. I don't know if it's just the holidays or what, but I can't wait for ScaperCon, or at least the next time I get to see my friends. I need Scaper hugs and kitten licks and generally everything that comes with it. Do you know how long it's been since I've snorted at what someone said? I've been going through pictures and quote lists and getting manically nostalgic. Someone stop me...

It's December and yet, there's rain and 50 degree weather. Yes. Everyone keeps saying they want snow. No! No snow! This is my last winter here and if I can actually enjoy it, don't knock it!

And dude, words can not express how much I hate that damn Scifi promo. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I don't care what anyone says, when I see Farscape being advertised as part of Scifi's lineup with Tremors the Series and The Dream Team with Annabelle and Michael, I can't help but growl at it. Bastards cancel Farscape, yet they put shit like this on the air. Real geniuses at work. And that was rant #40 for the day...

Buffy turned me British. Too many accents, my brain has been invaded. I've been she of the wavering accent for the last freaking hour...

I'M ONLINE AGAIN!!!

See the bit below, about class? That was Natalie desperately hoping she'd be able to stay online long enough to send it. AOL can fucking bite me. In the last week I have said goodbye to class, cursed my way through work the promise of "I'll be gone this time next year," finished my Christmas shopping, and finished all the Discworld books for lack of anything else to do.

Off to watch Buffy. And post Ramblings. Because I CAN. Ha.

First off, to everyone who has sent me personal E-mail in the last week: I'm trying, I really am. My AOL connection is doing that thing where it will let me online for somewhere between one and two minutes, and then quit the application. So for instance, I have enough time to get to Hotmail, to click on a link, the E-mail to begin loading, and then I get kicked off entirely again. Major headache. As for my blog, I'm trying to be super quick about it.

"San Jose, Illinois?" -Colin

Colin: "We'll live on something. Not on love."
Cassandra: "Good, because I don't want your nuts."

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted the six-year-old!" -Scott

"You're giving me a feeling that makes me unhappy inside." -Eric

Melody: "It's the phallic Beanie Baby."
Tim: "Oh, God. I had named it Inchworm."

"Look at what I can do! I can go up, and down... Play with me... Love me. Give me a kiss!" -Melody, with the phallic symbol Beanie Baby

Last night was my last class. Everyone was tired and achy, in a bad mood, with minds solidly in the gutter, and not only did we end up getting through everyone's performance in one night, but we all did the best performance of the semester. Jim and I had our scene together, and kicked some ass. We did a breakup scene, which was supposed to be a little bitchy, and we managed to turn it into this amazingly angry scene. It was one of those times where beforehand you ask your scene partner "What exactly can I do? Can I hit you?" Jim and I both agreed to whatever we felt like doing up there, and then when we got up there we ended up pulling back rather than haul off and smack the other. Plus we were using Nicki's prop and neither of us wanted to throw it and break it. I got a lot of praise, which I love. Hee. Can't say I came away not knowing anything.

"You make me manic just looking at you."

Hee. Brett doesn't like Beth. (Which is fine by me; Beth and I are getting along, but I can't like a person that looks at me like an alien whenever I say words like "admonish", "preemptive" or anything else that has more than one syllable.)

"Didn't you hear? Irony doesn't exist anymore. It's been canceled." -Scott

"I didn't see anything resembling human behavior in there." -Colin

"She wants my nuts and I just won't give 'em to her." -Colin

Class went really well this week. Pamela and I hadn't worked on our scene since about three weeks ago, and remembered upon getting to class that we had to do our final for our scene together. Amazingly, we managed to (tah dah) improv it, and did great. We have two more classes (it was supposed to be one, but since last week's got canceled we're going another week), and one more scene. It's an endowment exercise, where we take someone else's personal item, come up with a theme, and base a scene around it. I got paired up with Jim, and we have to get together this weekend to work on it. So we shall see.

So I'm watching Taken, because if nothing else, Yay Eric Close. But it kinda weirds me out to see Darla doing scenes with Jason from GH. Wow.

Spent today raging (again) and scaring people out of apologizing to me for fear I'd hurt them. I've had it with stupid people. Seriously, I spent an hour looking for an order that one of the salespeople swore up and down she didn't have, and when I sent Beth on a little quest to find it, guess where she found it. Yeah. Way too many people think that whatever they want right this minute is the most important thing I can possibly be doing, even if I have time limits on every other thing I have to do. I also got to hear myself called Scrooge more than once because even if I love Christmas and have to stop myself every year from buying everyone a thousand and one things, I hate snow and Christmas music, so there goes that. Whatever. I'm so fucking tired of people. And they just won't go away...

Also, why is it that Teri Hatcher Radio Shack commercials show up more around the holidays? Maybe Radio Shack's present to me can be freezing Teri Hatcher in a block of ice and them hitting her with a hammer.

""Which cocktail are you?""
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I am Mama Crichton's Daughter, after all...