Just in case you were wondering, I don't actually hate you guys. I just wish I got more comments. Or else I wouldn't even bother with this LiveJournal stuff-a-roonie.

ANYWAY....

I got a letter from Jules (no use in keeping quiet about it, now). It was very long. And slightly mushy. And somewhat sheepish (people get sheepish quite often. I wonder why no one ever feels goatish. Andrew probably does). I'm just kind of wondering what on earth possessed him to get drunk. Part of the reason I thought he was so cool was because he didn't do stupid stuff like that.

My mistake.

He claims it's because of me, but that's just plain delusional. I made him do lots of stupid things (like talking in a German accent for a whole day), but drinking is not among them. What a silly boy.

He also apologized to me for IM-ing Em (well, asked me to apologize for him, although I think he already has, about a zilion times), and for not keeping better track of his computer security so that his skeezy roommate could log on under his name and also IM Em. The key difference between them being that Mac is the world's biggest butthead (and where on earth did he get a stupid name like Mac? I bet his parents hated him, too).

I don't really know what to do at this point. And to be honest, I don't care. I'll figure it out later. Possibly the solution will involve Pop Rocks and Lichen Silk curtains from Pottery Barn. Likely not.

To make matters more confusing, today Other Brad gave me a pat on the shoulder in what was undeniably a very friendly manner. WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN A BOY IS VERY NICE TO YOU AND STARTS PATTING YOU ON YOUR SHOULDER?!?!?!?! It's like in Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging. "What does it mean when he says 'See you later'? Does it mean 'See you later' or something else?"

Does shoulder-patting mean, "Good luck on the Stats AP tests that you are not actually taking but I am"?

Or, "I am patting your shoulder in a very friendly manner"?

Or, "My God, you're just skin and bones. Do you blow away in strong winds?"

Please, I hope not that. Mr Osing used to do that.

I feel like a fifth grader. Why am I JUST NOW discovering boys?!?!?!!? I'm nearly 18, for crying out sideways!

Not Quite Paradise
Bliss

To the path of least resistance
Into the great unknown
No directory assitance
Now you're on your own
But if you're looking for a new world
Just open up your eyes

Because it's not quite paradise
(It sure feels like home)
Not quite paradise
(We could learn to grow)
It'll be alright
Though it's not quite paradise

Tomorrow's an illusion
And yesterday's a dream
Today is a solution
But you gotta let her breath
And if you're looking for the answer
It's right before your eyes

Although it's not quite paradise
(It sure looks like one)
Not quite paradise
(We are not alone)
It'll be alright
No, it's not quite paradise

Somewhere from the edge of time
When the blowing winds make words don't rhyme
I'll call you up and say
We made it okay
And somewhere in the back of your mind
When you see your demons come to life
And the world just fades away
You'll know it's okay

It's gonna be okay

Okay...

Okay...

But it's not quite paradise
(But it sure feels like home)
Not quite paradise
(We can make this place our own)
Not quite paradise
(We can learn to grow)
Not quite paradise
(We don't have to be alone)
Not quite paradise
No No, No No, No No
Not quite paradise
(But it sure feels like home)

Just in case you were wondering, I don't actually hate you guys. I just wish I got more comments. Or else I wouldn't even bother with this LiveJournal stuff-a-roonie.

ANYWAY....

I got a letter from Jules (no use in keeping quiet about it, now). It was very long. And slightly mushy. And somewhat sheepish (people get sheepish quite often. I wonder why no one ever feels goatish. Andrew probably does). I'm just kind of wondering what on earth possessed him to get drunk. Part of the reason I thought he was so cool was because he didn't do stupid stuff like that.

My mistake.

He claims it's because of me, but that's just plain delusional. I made him do lots of stupid things (like talking in a German accent for a whole day), but drinking is not among them. What a silly boy.

He also apologized to me for IM-ing Em (well, asked me to apologize for him, although I think he already has, about a zilion times), and for not keeping better track of his computer security so that his skeezy roommate could log on under his name and also IM Em. The key difference between them being that Mac is the world's biggest butthead (and where on earth did he get a stupid name like Mac? I bet his parents hated him, too).

I don't really know what to do at this point. And to be honest, I don't care. I'll figure it out later. Possibly the solution will involve Pop Rocks and Lichen Silk curtains from Pottery Barn. Likely not.

To make matters more confusing, today Other Brad gave me a pat on the shoulder in what was undeniably a very friendly manner. WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN A BOY IS VERY NICE TO YOU AND STARTS PATTING YOU ON YOUR SHOULDER?!?!?!?! It's like in Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging. "What does it mean when he says 'See you later'? Does it mean 'See you later' or something else?"

Does shoulder-patting mean, "Good luck on the Stats AP tests that you are not actually taking but I am"?

Or, "I am patting your shoulder in a very friendly manner"?

Or, "My God, you're just skin and bones. Do you blow away in strong winds?"

Please, I hope not that. Mr Osing used to do that.

I feel like a fifth grader. Why am I JUST NOW discovering boys?!?!?!!? I'm nearly 18, for crying out sideways!

Not Quite Paradise
Bliss

To the path of least resistance
Into the great unknown
No directory assitance
Now you're on your own
But if you're looking for a new world
Just open up your eyes

Because it's not quite paradise
(It sure feels like home)
Not quite paradise
(We could learn to grow)
It'll be alright
Though it's not quite paradise

Tomorrow's an illusion
And yesterday's a dream
Today is a solution
But you gotta let her breath
And if you're looking for the answer
It's right before your eyes

Although it's not quite paradise
(It sure looks like one)
Not quite paradise
(We are not alone)
It'll be alright
No, it's not quite paradise

Somewhere from the edge of time
When the blowing winds make words don't rhyme
I'll call you up and say
We made it okay
And somewhere in the back of your mind
When you see your demons come to life
And the world just fades away
You'll know it's okay

It's gonna be okay

Okay...

Okay...

But it's not quite paradise
(But it sure feels like home)
Not quite paradise
(We can make this place our own)
Not quite paradise
(We can learn to grow)
Not quite paradise
(We don't have to be alone)
Not quite paradise
No No, No No, No No
Not quite paradise
(But it sure feels like home)

I've been in a weird mood lately. I go to bed thinking I should wake up a butterfly (as a butterfly, I mean. Not, like, depriving some random butterfly of sleep... DO butterflies sleep?).

I watched the early 90's Spiderman cartoon yesterday. I forgot how funny (and occaisonally extremely lame) it could be. Um... I came in right in the middle, so Spiderman and J Jonah Jamieson (JJ for short) were trapped in a nuclear facility with the Scorpion (I think that's his name; it's been a while) with meltdown imminent. Spidey says, "I bet we can (blah blah blah, sciencey stuff I can't remember) if we press that big red button. Trust me, it's always the big red button." And JJ was all, "WAIT! How do you know all that scientific stuff?!" Spiderman replies, "Come on. Who do you think I am, the Tick?"

Classic, just classic.

Anyway, JJ is forced to save Spiderman's life to preserve his own sorry skin, so now Spiderman thinks things will be different between them (quick back story for non-nerds: JJ's wife was killed by a masked man, so he hates all masked men, so he hates Spidey, so he's devoted his life to unmasking him and having him arrested. Whee!). JJ slaps away his handshake and yells, "Forget it! I won't rest until you've been unmasked and locked up!" Spiderman, somewhat hurt, points an accusing finger at JJ's face and says, "Oh yeah? Well, I'm not resting until you shave off that stupid mustache of yours! So we're even!"

I laughed for about 5 minutes straight after that, I kid you not.

I'm going to stop talking about Spidey now, cuz I can hear Mum rolling her eyes from here.

I'm missing an episode of Law & Order: Criminal Intent for you scrubs, I hope you realize. You had BETTER be grateful. You've just lucky two episodes come on tonight, or I'd never speak to you again. But you have to ignore the fact that I'm doing this willingly and that it can be done at any time, really.

I like hanging out with Andrew. We're like the Wonder Twins, only less wrong. Only when we went to Chili's, he wouldn't just let me eat queso dip, he made me order some real food. And then he took all my money. And he dropped me off at home again. He is the worst kidnapper ever. And I found out that the reason he couldn't back out of my driveway was not because he was laughing too hard, but because his car was in neutral and he didn't know it.

I am watching L&O:CI right now, and I've just realized that Vincent D'Onofrio is a ridiculously enormous man. He is taller and wider than everyone else on the show. But you don't really notice it because he's so...I don't know, soft spoken or something? He's like a head taller than everyone else. This is funny.

My God, he's like a brick wall in a suit. How did I not notice?

Christ, he's a tree with a TIE!

Ok, I'll let it go now

Anyway, he climbed up on a counter at a pharmacy and held a lighter up to the sprinkler system to test how it functioned. When the pharmacist yelled at him, his partner said, "Oh, don't worry. He does stuff like this all the time."

Good show.

I saw X2 with the gang yesterday, and it pretty much satisfied my need for drama. Only now I want to see it again. If only to see Logan and Scott sobbing like babies while holding one another again (this is not what it sounds like, but I can't explain more. Just because I want to envision your faces right now. Yup, there it is. Aaaah). '

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Yeah, today was most definitely the best day ever.*

*Please note that this is the biggest lie ever told in the history of humanity.

It really confuses me is that when I use Compuserve, the update site for my blogger looks different. For one thing, there are no italic, bold, and link buttons. It's annoying. And it's really slow.

But Daddy says we're getting DSL, so we'll see what I'll complain about then.

My live has taken on a very strange twist, so I think it would be appropriate to use a line from Scud: The Disposable Assassin:

Surreality just got funky.

Yeah, that works for me.

So I told Bob what a super-crap day I had, and he was really nice to me. It was pretty weird. I mean, Bob's never nice. He isn't always mean, but he doesn't make a habit of being nice. So it was an odd day at work. Although a nice brain-vacation, since I was moving out dead perennials, which requires no more thought than, "Is that brown or green?"

Tough stuff, that.

Um, lately I've been feeling all...well, it's hard to describe... you know I have a weird addiction to romance, right? Well, lately, I've been needing MORE than usual. Moreover, I'm really in the mood for something angsty, and since I can't STAND angst, I think it's something serious. I 'm trying to think of what I can watch that will meet these requirements but not be some surreal mind trip, too. Which pretty much rules out ALL anime (at least the ones I have immediate access to). I just want to experience some corny, gut-wrenching lovey-dovey, slightly depressing book or movie or something. I wonder what that reflects about my current mental state, if anything. You know, I should probably just watch a Disney movie. Those meet all the specified requirements and have the added bonus of a happy ending.

Yeah, so we were watching Kenneth Brannaugh's (spelling?) Hamlet lately in Humanities (this might actually have something to do with my current mood), and you know that at the end he dies, and these people are carrying his body out, and they're holding him up at his legs and his shoulders. His legs are together, but his arms are kind of flung out behind him. It's kind of like this completely random Christ imagery coming from nowhere. It really made me wonder.

Also, during the fencing thing between Hamlet and Laertes, they start out in full gear, but with each new match they take off more clothing until they're in their undershirts. Jeff Shapland asked what was up with that and I said, "Couldn't you tell? It's strip fencing." Which made him laugh. Wheee, I'm so witty.

Actually, now that I've read the play, that short version I saw on The Simpsons makes a lot more sense and is funnier. I especially like how they change Rosencrantz and Guildenstern's names into Rosencarl and Guildenlenny. And the line, "Oh, great, so now Hamlet's crazy. Well, no one out-crazies Ophelia."

I'm afraid that today I don't have another celebrity crush to confess. I feel like I should. I've developed one on almost one character in every movie and TV show I've seen recently. Sigh.

I've come to realize that there's a song for everything. There are a lot of songs I want to put up to reflect what I'm feeling....because you'd be amazed just how many songs there are available for that sort of thing. Today, I was thinking about weird songs, and I remembered one we heard in the background of a video we watched in US History last year. It was called "I'm In The Market For You" and it was a reflection of how big a part of people's lives the stock market was right before the Depression. It was really silly and cute. I don't remember how it goes, but the guy singing basically equates falling in love with the girl with buying stock. It's really random.

Christina Aguilera - Fighter (I'm a pop freak, what can I say?)

(spoken)
After all you put me though
You'd think I'd despise you
But in the end, I want to thank you
Cuz you made me that much stronger

Well, I thought I knew you
Thinking that you were true
I guess I, I couldn't trust
'Cause your bluff time is up
'Cause I've had enough
You were, there by my side
Always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames
'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm

After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Never saw it coming
All of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in
On a good thing before I realized your game
I heard you're going around
Playing the victim now
But don't even begin
Feeling I'm the one to blame
'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh

After all of the fights and the lies
Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore
Uh, no more, oh no, it's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down
So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
It makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Oh, by the way, I have a new band I'm going to investigate-- Texas. I've heard two of their songs, and they seem pretty cool. I'll let you know the verdict later. And the new Billy Chaka book arrives tomorrow. YAY!