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My only problem with Isis is that she's not all that pretty and her grill is pretty jacked. Other than that? Play on playa. The girl can pose her face off, but I don't think she could soften up enough to be a Cover Girl.

Yes, I'm ruled completely by the top three: religion, race, sex. You wanna be a Christian, black, woman? Pass me the collection plate and I'll have a BBQ in your honor.

You wanna go against those things? Well, I may be mad for a while, but I'll come around.

You wanna dismiss those things but then pick and choose which part of them you'd like later on? Well, I'll do like I always do. Write an opinioned entry that alienates half of my flist.

Y'all know you love me.

I went more reddish with the hair dye. I think I'll go redder still next time. Or maybe chocolate-y? Hey ... sounds like a poll!

Poll #1254337
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

What color should I dye my hair next?

To be or not to be?

Also, what do y'all think of my eye color? I've always thought my eyes are really pretty, but their blue/yellow/green color is kind of hard to describe.

Also also this week has sucked like an Electrolux.

Sorry I've been so absent this week, folks, but everything's been a little crazy 'round these parts. Except when I'm at work, and then it's just dead boring. Seriously, without streaming video I think I would die. I've watched the entire first season of Burn Notice now, and I gotta say, those camera guys LOVE the boobies. It's just boobs, boobs, boobs all the time, and I'm like, hey, I've got my own boobs, can we get back to the bullets now? *yawn* Also, Fiona needs to eat a sandwich. I could grate mozzarella on her ribcage.

A few highlights:

• I colored my hair back to a more chestnut-type of shade, so as to be less clashy with the pink of my dress for the big wedding this weekend. I can't believe it's almost here! My little Sarah, all growed up.


• My lappy finally arrived, was pronounced DOA, and I had to wait for another one to be shipped in. Lappy 2.0 is doing well, and I'm slowly getting the hang of all its bells and whistles.


• An addendum to the latter: I am in love with Vista. Admitting that, I feel a bit like I'm confessing my torrid love affair with a death row inmate. "You don't know him! He loves me! He's a good man, really!"


• I bought a pair of jeans from TJ Maxx for $12 that I adore, but it wasn't until I had decided to buy them that I realized they were Limited brand. NOOOOOO! Oh, the tragic irony.


• I don't mind the rain, because my pink raincoat is tres adorable.


• My little Matchbox Metallicar looks right at home next to Optimus and Leonardo.

In other wedding news, tonight's the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. It is also my "rehearsal of putting up with Sarah's mom" because seriously, that woman drives me batshit crazy. Sometimes when she starts pissing me off, I remember that scene from Angel where Connor puts his fist through Jasmine's head. I don't know why. Hmm.

I'm planning to wear a sleveless brown dress that I got at Target a few weeks back (for $6!) and I'm wearing brown and gold jewelry, but contemplating whether wearing brown shoes will be too matchy-matchy. My other options would be: purple stilettos, hot pink mules, ivory slingbacks, or black mary-jane stilettos. I've also got dark red ankle boots and brown knee-high boots, but I don't really like how either of them look with this dress. I wish I had something in bronze. Well, if I go with the brown heels, I'll have to take a bag in a bold contrasting color. Green, maybe? Or hot pink? Maybe if I wore my green jacket over it. I might need a jacket if it gets chillier. Oh, Angie, why aren't you here with I really need you?

In random news, an old boyfriend IM'd me out of the blue a couple nights ago, which prompted this conversation:

B (on the lappy): Wow, random.
Mom (at the bathroom sink): What?
B: An ex just popped up wanting to talk.
Mom: Which one?
B: The one I still like.

No lie, I hate every guy I've ever dated, except for this one, and the most recent one. No mystery why, I have a tendency to date assholes. If you are a guy who likes me, don't bring me flowers, don't compliment my shoes or tell me how smart I am. Be funny, but only in a really mean way, blatantly check out my ass when I walk away, and then find a way to call me a bitch. I will be instantly attracted to you. I cannot control this. Stupid hormones.

Wow a singer who can sing. Rember those days, lol.

My basement is like a scene from Arachnophobia. (And wow, that movie is 18 years old...people born the year that movie came out can vote now.) There are lots of webs, is what I'm saying. But I'm short, and I don't go into the basement unless it's to do laundry, so I don't worry about it too much.

However! There are apparently a few crickets down there that lost their way, and sometimes you can hear chirping coming from the basement. Last night I went down to do laundry and noticed a dead cricket in sort of the middle of the floor. No big deal, one less chirper. But then on my second trip down, I see that it looks like 2 crickets in the same spot. Weird. I avoid the hell out of them, and go about my business.

Now here's the creepy part....on my last trip down to collect towels from the drier....both of them are gone. Apparently the second cricket ate the first one.
Fucking cannibal crickets in my basement.

Gethin Jones is THE most precious human being on the entire planet. Seriously. I just interviewed him for this new programme he's doing (over the phone, sadly, although in many ways it's better like this because I can pretend he was shirtless) and he is just so sweet and adorable. I almost cannot believe he is real. HE CALLED ME "MATE" AND THANKED ME POLITELY FOR MY TIME AT THE END ADJKSDFASDFAJSLKDFASFD.

I think I went bright red talking to him because he was just that cute. Another reason why it's probably better it was over the phone.

• 08:05 damn babies. why can't they learn that sleeping for more than 10 hours is awesome? #
• 12:38 I'd like a hot chicken roll... #

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Hey, it worked out surprisingly well for Lindsay Lohan, so why not?

So, I'm following the US election campaign trail with some degree of interest, even if I don't necessary feel that as a non-US citizen I necessarily have the full complement of facts with which to officially support anyone. From what I've read about Sarah Palin, well, let's just say I'm not a fan.

But here's my deal: I notice that the media (or certain parts thereof) are going out of their way at the moment to dig up dirt to discredit her. ZOMG PREGNANT UNMARRIED TEENAGE DAUGHTER! ZOMG AFFAIR! Etc. And I can't help thinking that it really shouldn't be about that. Everyone has skeletons in their closet, after all, and I don't think that either of the above particularly reflects on her ability to serve as the vice-president of a large nation. I mean, if people want to discredit her, isn't there an awful lot of shoddy thinking in her policies? Most of which I can't help thinking are knee-jerk enough that you could easily make her look like an idiot based on thorough examination of those alone without ever knowing anything about her private life.

I know that everything I've just written basically amounts to "why don't we talk about the issues?", which means I have just basically made exactly the same argument as Lindsay, and it's not a particularly inventive or especially strong one, but still. My thoughts on yaoi are also available if anyone wants them.

And to completely undermine this vaguely globally aware post by returning to your regularly scheduled pop culture discussion, this is going to be the most amazing thing ever, surely?

Alright, so I basically haven't updated at all. But really, I haven't done anything all that interesting.

I'm super tired and I have class at 11:15 tomorrow. This week I've seen Hamlet 2 with Roseanna and some of her friends (who are super sweet), which was hilarious (Skylar and Phoebe FTW!) and visited her at Pace (which was fabulous). Last week I went to the Apple store three times with Joe because he is having Macbook Pro problems endlessly and he is getting a brand new one free of charge, with an upgrade (I guess emailing Steve Jobs pays off). On Monday I went to Point Pleasant with my school (seven people + 2 coach buses = O_O)

I'm trying to do a good job with all my classes, especially Intro to Journalism. I just want my professor to be impressed with me. I hate public speaking though. Well, I mean I don't hate it. It's just hard because I'm not a very good public speaker. But I'm trying to stay positive and believe that it's a mind over matter thing. Who knows though.

I have to find a job. Boo.

Tomorrow my school is having a block party (free t-shirts ftw!) and Casino Night, but I might be crashing a house party instead with Jessica, teehee. Hm. Who knows. Saturday I'm getting hermit crabs, or those little Chinese turtles that are so cute and adorable. I haven't quite decided yet.

You all sound like you've been having wonderful times at college. I'm so excited for you all :)

I'll be honest - I'm kinda forcing myself to post because it's been awhile and I have the time. It's brain energy that I'm lacking. I started up grad classes a little over a week ago to earn my teaching certificate, and between the requirements for both of those and work and the constant nagging fear that maybe I'm entirely wrong and I shouldn't be becoming a teacher in the first place, I'm exhausted. I'm actually excited to go to work tomorrow and do some mindless comma placement.

Because all of this educational theory and books and quality indicators and the thousands of other things they're telling me I need to do in order to reach every unique-as-a-snowflake student with their learning styles and levels of comprehension and affective domains and background knowledge so that they will construct their own knowledge and become effective learners...?

Yeah, it's overwhelming.

Most of the time, I'm still fairly certain that if I ever get through this and get handed my own classroom, I will turn bright red and choke on my own words, and then the students will sense my fear, surge forward and consume me.

I can't let myself hide. I can't let myself stay on the course I'm on just because it's comfortable. I've got to hold it together and not bolt.

I'm just a little tired and scared is all.

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Separate note:

STEPHENIE MEYER TAKES BALL AND GOES HOME - DOESN'T WANT TO PLAY ANYMORE

For reals, woman? I mean, it's not like you have to come up with the plot all over again. You already know what happens - it's just Twilight from a different perspective! Of course, it's a little upsetting that your intellectual property was posted without your consent, but what do you expect? It's the Internet, and you gave out copies. It was bound to happen. You should be flattered that there's enough interest in your "work" that someone bothered scanning it. And it's certainly getting people talking about something other than the Book of Epic Fail. If you're not going to take legal recourse against the person who posted it, then shut yer yap and keep writing. All you are doing here is causing a huge stink and punishing the fans that love and support you. What's that you say? You don't owe them anything? Um, yeah, you do. Because if they didn't buy your stuff, you wouldn't get to write full-time and take publicity shots and have book launch concerts. The word "base" is in "fanbase" for a reason. You promised them a book from Edward's perspective. They have spent money and time on your world, have gone into Internet battle over your reputation, have loved your characters (almost) as much as you do. Take one for the team, and finish this book for them because of all they've done for you.

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Title: Reasons Unknown, Part 4 (AKA, Limo Porn That Once Was).
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Plaude
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Not mine. At all.
A/N: Haha! Finally! And...there's one more part to come, but at least this is...something. That doesn't actually have any porn in it. Sorry.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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I whole heartedly admit it!
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I lurve John Stewart so much!

So, I bought (no joke) the 17 books required for my first semester as a nursing student. The bill was 1000 dollars!!! So, I have all my books, but I might be studying by candlelight without television or the internet, because I do not see how I am going to pay any of the rest of my bills. =/

And since I gave up on the waiting list at my community college and now attend a private catholic school, I still owe 5000 dollars in tutiton for this year. And that is with taking out the maxium amount of loans out possible. EEEEK, I wish someone else in my family would get a job and help out. I am basically going to school all day, sleeping two or three hours, then working the night shift. I just keep having to remind myself how nice that RN salary will be when I graduate in a year and half. I know it will all be worth it, but there is a reason why there is a nursing shortage. There are 4000 people interested in the program at my old school, and 48 spots a semester. Which, is why I grew tired of waiting and transfered. And it's the same in schools all across the country. There aren't enough nurses to teach nursing classes, which limits the seats available, which limits the nurses trained, which limits potential nursing students from being able to get the education need to become an RN. And, repeat cycle. I honestly do not see this getting any better. If I had any desire to be work in a field outside of medicine, I would have given up along time ago. I know so many other students that have. 

The good part? I basically can work anywhere in the country after I graduate. It's not like I am going to find a trouble getting a job, ever.

Easing myself back into work with a three-day week was probably a good idea, as I'm about ready for it to be Friday anyway. But the vacation was good! And felt long, which was also nice.

Ringo took me to Cape Cod on Friday so I could get my peach ice cream from Four Seas. I brought a quart home with me, so when I'm Miss Seasonal Depression in mid-February I can have a little peach ice cream and not want to run screaming towards California. In theory. We also hit Pirate's Cove for a double dose of mini golf, and decided that the original Captain's Course is definitely the better of the two. I managed not to strangle the horrid children golfing behind us, and I consider it a personal triumph.

Sunday we went to Ringo's parents' house for their annual Labor Day lobster-fest, but had to miss celebrating OurKid's birthday in NY. He has the same birthday as Pee Wee Herman. And now marks the one week a year that OurKid & I are the same age. Happy Overlap, keed! I have prezzies for you!

Other than that, things have been pretty uneventful lately. So please enjoy this little monster band:

Google docs is uberhelpful for the "ack, this character has invaded my brain and now wants me to act as official biographer, meaning taker-of-notes-about-bits-of-fluff-at-bad-times-like-when-I'm-driving-to-work" stage of writing where you take notes on random scraps of paper, in the condensation on your window, or on your actual physical thigh. Not that I've done that...while driving...because no paper was close at hand. Not at all.
I have a really cool idea and several pages of notes on it already, plus a few full scenes that sort of popped up out of nowhere, and am awaiting the arrival of a tidal wave of research material and inspiration from the Akron library system.
Apparently I don't get to wait to write until the season is over.
If only the dating bit were so forceful.

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