Don't hate.

I know it's only a primary election day, but I need to get this off my chest.

Why is it that elections make everyone lose their marbles? And I'm not taking this lightly. No joke, EVERYONE LOSES THEIR WHOLE BAG OF MARBLES. {And their brain in the process.} I pride myself in the fact that I don't get worked up about elections.

Don't get me wrong; I think voting is awesome. I love voting. Everyone should vote. But I think the world would be a better place if everyone didn't want to kill everyone when an election comes around. People freak out about the dumbest things. My favorite lately is the whole thing with Best Buy and Target endorsing some guy from Minnesota who is anti-LGBT (Sometimes A, depending who you ask).

OMG LET'S BOYCOTT THEM.

Let's be serious. You are not going to boycott Best Buy and Target. That will last for about a week.

Let's get something straight here. I'm all about same sex marriage. I fully support all of my LGBTA friends. I'm not any of those things, but I think you should be able to do what you want. I would love for same sex marriage to become legal in this country. I understand people get mad about it. That's great. You have a right to get mad.

But boycotting Best Buy and Target? Not going to happen. A lot of straight nerds shop at Best Buy. It's not going down.

And if we get real for a minute, just because they support this guy does NOT mean that they are anti-LGBTA, same sex marriage, etc. I'm sure there are plenty of other reasons they endorsed this guy. And if they endorse him because of that, so what? Everyone's entitled to their views, just like the people who got angry about it.

It just blows my mind that people who want equality and want peace and blah blah turn around and hate on everybody else. And I'm not specifically targeting this situation. It's the same thing with religion (and many other things). We preach tolerance, but at the same time, many religions will go around and blast other religions because "they're not Christian" or "they don't follow Islam." It goes on and on.

Maybe if everyone just sat down and listened to both sides, we wouldn't hate each other. There are good sides to every argument, but if people actually cared, we'd all be friends.

Not trying to say I'm perfect here, and that I do everything I just whined about, but I try. Practice what you preach. It'll make the world a better place, just like everybody wants.



"I hate the idea that someone out there hates me. I even hate thinking that Al-Qaeda hates me. I think if they got to know me, they wouldn't hate me. But Karen knows me and she still hates me, so..." - Pam

Oh, so that's what happened to my paycheck.

Let's recap. I got paid on Friday, like I always do (I love that my two jobs pay on opposite weeks. So convenient.), and my paycheck, probably plus a little extra, is now gone. Most of it disappeared on Friday:

- Doctor's appointment
- Oil change
- Gas
- Victoria's Secret
- Express
- Bath and Body Works
- Toy Story 3
- Buffalo Wild Wings

My bank account was crying when I got home at midnight, I'm pretty sure. I heard it. I've eaten out a lot since then, which is always an issue with me. I did pick up some useful things in my travels, one of which is an awesome MSU baseball hat from Victoria's Secret that is currently on my head.

Then today I went to Ikea. To be fair, I did make like a bandit. It is Ikea, after all. I got a pretty nice, tall, DVD tower that will be used for just that, and probably some books. I got some awesome pillows for my couch, some untensils, some snack bowls, some cookbooks, and a tool kit to put together the DVD tower. My friend, Lisa, actually spotted the tool kit at the register. VERY convenient.

So, anyway. Bank account is sad. I need to be more careful.


"An intervention, it's sort of hard to describe, but really it's...it's a coming together...It's a surprise party for people who are...who have addictions. And you get in their face and you scream at them and you make them feel really badly about themselves. And then they stop." - Michael

Get out of my way.

I am convinced that there are approximately 8.76 people in mid-Michigan who can drive. I mean, seriously.

I get cut off at least twice during a one way trip.
95% of the people I end up behind are driving at least 10 under the posted speed limit (Yes, I am aware it is a speed limit, but seriously wtf. Where I'm from, if you're not doing 5 over, you get flicked off and screamed at.).
It is common practice, apparently, to merge at a snail's pace into a turn lane, and put on your turn signal once your entire vehicle is in the lane. (NEWS FLASH. It is a turn SIGNAL. You SIGNAL your intent, and then you perform your intent.)

This list could go on forever.

But alas. I'm convinced there's a sticker on my car that invites people to drive like morons when they're within a half mile of me. And it's one of those things where like some people can't hear certain frequencies. Everyone can see the sticker except me.

Completely unrelated topic: I think I might be hallucinating noises right now. I keep thinking I hear my phone vibrate, and then remember my phone is not on vibrate. So now I think it sounds like a cow. Maybe Konishiki is mooing. That would be pretty awesome if my fish could moo.


"It's like last week I was at the video store. Do I rent The Devil Wears Prada again? Or do I finally get around to seeing Sophie's Choice? It is what you would call a classic difficult decision." - Michael

I couldn't think of anything creative.

So, I thought summer was supposed to be relaxing. I haven't done much of that. I go to the band office to do almost nothing at 9 every morning. The good news is, I can usually get stuff done at home because I'm not there very long.

This upcoming week, I have 35.5 hours at good old Dick's Sporting Goods. Now, I really like money. I really don't like that store. I'm so conflicted. We have two people in footwear on vacation this week; one of whom I really don't like very much. He talks more than I do, which is saying a lot. He also doesn't get anything done, leaving me to do what he didn't do a vast majority of the time I come in to work. I don't like doing other people's work. So I am happy he is out of the picture this week. Jealous of the other guy that's on vacation because he is in Japan. I told him a bunch of things to try and see while he's there. I would so love to go back to Japan someday.

Went to Tweezer and Lauren's wedding yesterday. It was a lot better than I expected. I actually had fun. I don't think Lauren really likes any of the tubas and acted super awkward when Austin and I said goodbye last night. Oh well. She looked super gorgeous, by the way. Loooooved her dress. The ceremony was really nice, and the reception was even nicer. It was in Bridgewater Place in downtown Grand Rapids, which looked pretty new to me. I don't remember it being there when I was in DeVos across the way my senior year for MMC. Really nice building. Great place for a reception. So, probably expensive. But nice just the same.

The ride home was depressing, for a couple reasons. The main portion being when Austin came up with like 7 people he'd want in his wedding party that he thinks he'd have a tough time cutting down to four or five.

I came up with one person.

I can't decide if this is good or bad. I told Austin that Jennifer would just be a huge pimp, walking down the aisle with like five guys. No big. She'd love it. You know, awesome, I have one really really good friend. But I can't think of like, anyone else as of right now that I could just be like, "Wanna be in my wedding party?" Maybe I'm just thinking too hard or I'm too concerned about it. Maybe your wedding party doesn't have to be your close close friends. Or friend. I mean, don't get me wrong. Jennifer will be in my wedding party no matter what. If I get married 7 times, she'll be my matron of honor 7 times. But the other people? I just don't know. Maybe people I would have put in my wedding party like, a year ago, will stop being douche bags by the time I get married, but I just don't know. I trust people less by the day. Maybe I'll hire some people.

Watching people dance last night made me laugh. My dad told me once that we're learning to waltz for my wedding "so we don't look like idiots doing the softshoe shuffle."

I always think of ridiculous things for my wedding.

1. Sparty as best man.

Sparty will be at my wedding, no matter what. If he can't be best man, maybe he can be a brideservant.

2. Instead of the wedding party taking dance lessons, we'll go to Camp Kickstep with Glen Brough.

You know how they introduce the wedding party at the reception? We'll come in kickstepping.

3. If we can't kickstep, we come in to State Fanfare or the Pregame Fight. Or the first lick of Spartan Fanfare like they do at basketball games when they announce the starting lineup. Our guests can be like the Izzone.

You know I'm going to pick some epic music for my wedding. You want an invite, I know. People are going to pay for invitations to my wedding.


My mom originally came up with the fight song. I've just expanded on it. Probably not a good thing. If you love me, you won't let me do all of this. The only thing I'm super serious about is Sparty being at my wedding. It's a requirement. Maybe not in the wedding party, but he'll be there in his tux. I mean, come on. How awesome would it be to get your picture taken with Sparty in your wedding dress? Pretty freaking cool, if you ask me.

I think I might have to turn the AC on sometime in the near future. It's starting to get hot in here.

TTFN.


"I'm not going to be okay....I don't know what I'm going to do....Please. I'm not going to be okay....I'm not strong. I'll go back to Jan and I hate Jan. Oh, God..." - Michael

OH, Finals.

It is that time again, friends. Finals. One of my least favorite times of year. Not only is my brain on the brink of exploding, but it's hot as Hell outside, and I'm just in general miserable.

Yeah, I know. Wah wah finals wahahhahaweahwfe. Everyone has them. Doesn't help when I have whiny band directors calling Sharon asking where the music to the fight song is they requested at the beginning of the weekend right before MSU finals, friends being douche bags, busy boyfriend who has no time for girlfriend, etc. etc. Nothing can ever go right for me. Things get really stupid at the dumbest possible times. Thrilling.

The good news is: No finals for Conducting Seminar or Instrumental Methods.
Bassoon final taken last week.
Saxophone final taken this morning.

The bad news is:
18th Century Music final at 12:45.
IAH 211B (Bollywood) final at 3.
Caribbean Music Final at 3 on Wednesday.
Various other meetings/work to get done this week.

My head is going to explode, just wait. As Dr. Cannon said at the concert yesterday, "Today is the day measure 5 is going to be awesome." Well, Wednesday is the day my head will finally explode.

Walked a 10K yesterday with my parents. In the rain. It was pretty miserable, but still cool. My back hurts like hell because of it. Don't really understand that part, but oh well. My knee isn't hurting today like it was after the 10K yesterday.

Concert yesterday. Could've gone better, could've gone worse. Concert Band has some serious togetherness issues. Oh well.

And now, I must study. Not even close to excited about this, and either is my headache. I hope the rest of the world is feeling leagues better than I am.


"Turns out being the 'morality police' does not make you popular. I should know, because in middle school I was the hall monitor and the kids used to stuff egg salad in my locker. Yeah, I was just hoping middle school was over." - Holly

Lord, have mercy.

I'm all for the sun. What I am not all for is the sweat. It is TOO hot. Sorry, haters, but what can you do when it's warm? Take off all your clothes? I'm pretty sure people don't look to kindly on people walking around naked, especially if those people are the cops. When it's cold, you put more clothes on. Real simple. Sweating is just inconvenient, and makes you smell.

I'm far from motivated to tackle anything even remotely related to school. I don't feel like going to class or doing homework. Maybe I'll be so bored this weekend being by myself all the time I'll feel compelled to do homework. Danielle is leaving tonight, so I have an apartment to myself. And then on Saturday I have a big house all to myself, because my parents will be in Jamaica with my brother. Nobody likes me. Maybe they'll like me if I host a kegger at my parents'. Just kidding. I wouldn't do that. If I did that, I would be dead.

Developed a huge headache at work last night that hasn't gone away. I've also be sneezing or coughing all day, another reason warm weather sucks. ALLERGIES. Hatehatehatehatehate.

This post is just a huge ball of negativity. Read my Office quote. It is funny.

I'm seriously considering turning the AC on.



Phyllis: "There was no client. Dwight drove me to an abandoned warehouse five miles away and pushed me out of the car. I had to walk home with no money and no phone."
Dwight: "You burned over a thousand calories walking home and this branch just got a little bit closer to winning the contest. Phyllis Vance, ladies and gentlemen."
Phyllis: "You left me in a bad part of town."
Dwight: "Yeah, I took your purse. What are you worried about? You look great. I can definitely see the difference."

I mean, it's true.

I am the queen of procrastination. I'm trying to write a journal entry for my IAH class, and I have one sentence:

"Amar is a weird dude."

In a normal situation, this sentence would be completely inappropriate. In this case, not even close to inappropriate. This guy has serious stalker tendencies. Oh yeah. And he's stalking a terrorist. Not to like, catch her to turn her in. No, no. He's in love with her. Good times. The movie ends with them blowing up while they're hugging, due to the bomb that's strapped to her torso. I guess she decided she'd blow up her stalker instead of the president.

Back to procrastination.

See? I even procrastinate the topic of my post. Unforgivable.

I have many things I need to do today. How many of them will I actually do? Probably like one. I'll probably end up taking a nap, watching a movie, eating some food, watching the game...I am the worst student ever.

Let's see if I can come up with anything beyond my first sentence.

BTW, it's freezing outside. Are we not aware it's spring?


"Your stupid friend zone. I should have been lovers with her first and then friends. That was terrible advice. Terrible advice! You know my seduction method. I like to get in there and get my hands dirty. You sabotaged me. You sabotaged me, man!" - Michael

You're just yanking my chain.

For those of us playing the home game, let's recap, shall we?

Yesterday:
Last day of winter.
High = 63 degrees Fahrenheit.
Cloudy, with some wind.

Today:
First day of spring.
High = 45 degrees Fahrenheit.
Snow.

Don't worry.

Tomorrow's forecast:
High = 51 degrees Fahrenheit.
AM Rain/snow.

I really don't think there is a more ironic, bipolar region on the planet.



"I swallowed a tapeworm last night. It's going to grow up to three feet inside of me and then it eats all my food so that I don't get fat. And then after three months I take some medicine and then I pass it. Creed sold it to me. It's from Mexico." -Kelly

Ohhh, I get it now.

This is why I don't keep blogs. I suck at updating them.

In my defense, I've had a CF of a month or so. School, grandparents, trip to Baltimore, work, blah blah. See below for details.

Well, here's the good word.

School is slightly outrageous right now. Ok, more than slightly. I just don't understand what goes through professors' heads. Call me old-fashioned, but I thought spring break was supposed to be a BREAK. B-r-e-a-k. Break. The word insinuates that we receive a break from school. Clearly not anymore. The word break has turned into a lie. I have sooooo much stuff to do. A rough draft of a paper, a project, an outline of another paper, I have to play in studio on Monday...it never ends. All I've done is reading that I need to do for next week. I haven't even finished all of it. Grumble.

I feel like I'm still backed up on work from when I was home for almost a week for my grandparents' funerals. It kind of stinks that one of the few times you see large chunks of your extended family is for funerals. That and weddings. But let me tell you how many weddings I've been to lately. Oh yeah. Zero. I think it was best for everyone, my grandparents included, that they passed so close to each other. I like to think that they're both in better places now, and we can all rest easy knowing that they're not suffering anymore.

I went to Baltimore with my parents last weekend to visit my brother. I'm sorry, but art students are weird. I got really excited when I found out the place we had lunch on Saturday was near the Peabody Institute. I saw some people carrying 'cellos and was happy. "My people!" I believe was what I exclaimed to my mother. I'm a freak. It's fine. Baltimore is a really cool city though. I would go back. Maybe next time I won't see a pregnant woman smoking a joint.

My birthday was yesterday. Whoopie. I have a pro and con list about my birthday.
Pros:
I got to snuggle a lot.
I now have a Betta fish. He has a pink fake plant thing and a pagoda in his bowl. His name is Konishiki. Bonus points if you know my fish's namesake.

Cons:
My phone bit the dust. The screen is all white right now. I have mystery texts.
We imploded against Minnesota. But then again, what else is new? It's a tournament tradition to fall apart after we win the season championship.
People are shitty. I won't elaborate, in the event I sound whiny and/or bitchy.

So today, I will hopefully get a new phone later, I will hopefully clean the whole apartment, I will get to indulge in PF Chang's, and then I will get to eat chocolate cake. I'm secretly hoping my parents show up with that zip up jacket/sweatshirt thing I've been eying at Banana Republic that is like $100. Happy birthday to me.

It probably won't happen. One can dream.


"I usually don't enjoy the theater but this is delightful." -Stanley, speaking about Michael and Holly's train wreck performance of SlumDunder-Mifflin-aire

We rode bikes together.

I would just like to point out that even though I did skip flute class on purpose today, I got most of homework done for it that's due Wednesday. I just need to do my project, and now I don't feel like doing it. I kind of just want to go to sleep.

I couldn't focus on 24. Don't ask me why. I still need to catch up on Frank the Entertainer and Desperate Housewives. I'll try to do that tomorrow.

Watching Four Christmases right now. One of the most entertaining movies I have ever seen. Wasn't expecting it to be super hilarious, but it is.

I downloaded WAY too much music on iTunes today. So if anyone ever needs to get me something and they just don't know what (even though that never happens), I could really use an iTunes gift card. Lolz. Remind me not to do that in the near future.

Danielle and I are going to a spinning class on Thursday at IM West. I am le excited. Updates to come later this week.

This was kind of a cluster. You'll get over it.


"Attention! Attention! We only have a few weeks left and most of you are just as fat as the day we began." - Dwight

Some thoughts.

As I meander my way around my apartment to get ready for work this morning, I can't help thinking about how much my job sucks.

Now, I know, everybody's heard me complain about how terrible my job is. And it is. But that's honestly not the only reason it sucks. I can get past that. In all honesty, my boss has gotten a lot better as of late. She actually jokes around with me and didn't blow a gasket when I gave her my list of days I need off for the semester. I have that to look forward to.

I've realized lately that I really can't afford this job anymore. We have no payroll, so nobody is getting great hours. I don't work full-time, so I can't complain that I'm not getting 40 hours. I don't want 40 hours. But I would like to work more than one day a week, which is what I've been getting scheduled for. This isn't the fall. I think my availability states I can work five days a week. People who have been working in my department for a significantly less amount of time than me (I'll have worked at Dick's for two years come March, vom) are getting more hours than me. I just got my bowl trip paycheck, and it was like Christmas.

Not only am I only getting scheduled one day a week, but I get these measly 6-hour shifts. That's not really conducive to making money, especially when you don't even make $8.00 an hour. Yeah. Remember the time I've worked here for almost two years?

I really need to find a new job, but nobody is hiring. It is impossible to find a job anywhere, so I'm trapped. It's really too bad the band office can't afford to have a student assistant this semester, because I would definitely be all over that. But hopefully I'll get to do all the band camp stuff this summer, and continue to work at Dick's, so I can save some money up. I want to live by myself next spring, which means I'll have to pay half of the rent. Working one day a week all spring really isn't going to help me pay half the rent for a semester and a summer.

So to everyone who thought Barack Obama was the second coming of Jesus Christ and was going to fix the economy in a day:

I told you so.

What just happened?

Blogger just autosaved a draft. I had nothing written.

You can save it now, that's fine.

My old lady hobby is coming along nicely. Considering how much I've already done, I think it's safe to say I'm almost done with my geisha's hair. I think a lot of people look at my cross stitching and think, "Good Lord, I would never have the patience to do that." Especially if you screw up as much as I do. )I've had to make some adjustments to the pattern along the way because I apparently can't count.) To me, cross stitching is relaxing. My day to day is so hectic it's just nice to come home at night, sit on the couch, and cross stitch for a little while. Yeah, it's a big undertaking, considering the size of this one (It's 12" by 12") but it's my way of winding down. When I'm not ticked off I just found something else I messed up.

I really think I should get paid for snuggling. I am so good at it. It was nice to just sit on the couch and watch a movie with Austin today. Granted, I dozed off so I didn't watch much of the movie, but it was still nice. Plus, the movie was Office Space, which I've seen a million times, so at least I wasn't totally confused when I woke up.

But now, I don't feel well. I kind of trudged through Meijer. Usually I can't stop myself from buying crap when I go, but nothing sounded good since I felt so yucky. I still feel yucky, so I'm sitting on the couch trying to figure out what I should do. I need to type up a resume for my student teaching application (scary) if I can't find the one I wrote for 277 two years ago. Dr. Robinson didn't post a sample resume on Angel like he said he would, so if I can't find my old one I need to email him and hopefully he'll put it up by tomorrow if he gets my email.

Lifetime takes forever to post episodes of Project Runway. It's extremely frustrating. It's the only show besides 24 this week that I watch that was new, AND I WANT TO WATCH IT. Maybe when I check in a hot second it'll be there.

Hopefully I'll start feeling better soon. I bought these Valley Fresh Steamer things and I want to try one for dinner. I'd really like to actually feel like eating dinner, so this stomach upsetness can just leave now. KBYE.


"I have a nice comforter and several cozy pillows. I usually read a chapter of a book and it's lights out by eight-thirty. That's how I sleep at night." - Angela

They're overrated anyway.

As I sit here procrastinating my Method Book Review paper, I decided to find one more way to do it. In all fairness, it shouldn't take me that long. I'm actually excited to tear this Standard of Excellence book apart, because I hate it. Ha.

Lifetime shows three episodes in a row of Desperate Housewives everyday starting at 3. I just watched the episode after Edie died, and I cried like a baby at the end. I don't even really like Edie, but the end of that episode is a tearjerker, especially for a sap like me.

Speaking of Lifetime, Danielle and I watched The Pregnancy Pact from 11-1 last night. It came on at 9 but we didn't realize it in enough time. So we watched the "special presentation" (I don't know why it was special). I really should not have stayed up that late. I was dozing off in class today. Terrible. But all in all it was a pretty interesting movie. Thora Birch looks exactly the same as she did in Hocus Pocus--like an 8 year old, or however old she was. I can't wait to see what she looks like when she's 90. Probably like an 8 year old.

Camryn Manheim was in it for like, 10 minutes. From seeing the commercials a thousand times a day, (as a commercial comes on) you would have thought she had a major role. Nope.

I did get to hear one girl's dad say "wicked ahm." Massachusetts is a funny place. It's wicked fah from Michigan.

Anyway. I should really work on that paper. I'm so terrible at doing school work.


Oscar: "You put a note in my food?"
Michael: "I made it sterile."
Oscar: "Just saying 'sterile' doesn't make it so."

Really?

I am so over the attitude going around. It's like a disease. I don't understand what everybody's problem is, but people just need to stop being huge douche bags. Maybe we'll find out soon that H1N1 is no longer the epidemic du jour; it's really having a huge attitude that seems to be the epidemic.

And I thought I was a witch. Geez Louise.

A new episode of The Office FINALLY came on last night. A lot of people are complaining that it was a flashback show, but I was ok with it. Since my relationship with The Office is only a season or two old, it was entertaining to see clips from episodes I've never seen. I especially enjoyed the Jim and Pam montage.

I forgot about Project Runway last night, and when 30 Rock ended, I washed my face and went to sleep. So annoyed. I guess I'll watch it online when I make a sandwich in a little bit. I hate watching stuff online because my computer is 283 years old (since computer years are like dog years. I don't know the actual math, so I may or may not have completely made that number up) and it has to buffer about every 6 and a half seconds. Maybe if my brain functioned properly I would remember to watch things.

Even though it'll probably gross out, I'm looking forward to skiing tomorrow morning. Since Switch is apparently the only person I know that wants to hang out with me, it'll be nice to get out of East Lansing, even if it's only for a couple hours. Even my boyfriend only wants to go out with me if I'll DD.

I really don't understand what I did to everyone, but it seems people only want to be my friend when they need something from me. Or if they feel obligated because I'm present in some social situation. It's a little bit frustrating. Like seriously, if you don't like me, or you can't stand me, or I did something to you, TELL ME. I hate passive-aggressive BS.

I won't elaborate, for fear of sounding whiny. But really? I would ask people myself, but nobody's ever around to ask what the H their problem is.

I've gotta come up with a list of dates I need off from work today so I don't forget about it. There are a lot, and my boss is going to be peeved, but they're mostly for school, so she can just get over it. I'd really love one day to tell her that that store is not my life; school is my life, and I go to school so I don't have to work in that hell hole for the rest of my life. Get over yourself.

Unfortunately, I haven't found an opportune moment. I really hope I do.


"Babies are one of my many areas of expertise. Growing up, I performed my own circumcision." - Dwight

I just got fail whaled.

My boyfriend is real lucky I like him. It is freezing at 6:30 in the morning, and I lost valuable sleep getting up to move his car. He owes me big time.

I decided last night that I was born to play timpani. I was in the ZONE last night playing in Campus Band. I don't know if you've ever heard "Third Suite" by Robert Jaeger, but the timpani part is pretty tight. I really don't understand it, but the timpani and I have a connection. A pretty intense one.

Now. Excuse the vent for a hot second. But. The lead in my department at work sent us all a message last night about a talk he had with our manager. He told us some stuff I didn't really care too much about, but also informed us that if we don't keep our backstocks clean, we'll get written up. Now. I'm all for keeping our backstocks clean. It's gotten a little out of control, so I understand. However. How is writing us up for one shelf of shoe boxes not being straight going to help us sell more shoes? Our store is poor. Payroll pretty much is a figment of our imagination these days. Clearly we have far more important things to do than being maids. Like, oh, I don't know....helping customers? Selling stuff? Isn't that what we're here for anyway?

Maybe I missed a memo and my actual job description states, "Clean everything; do everything we say or get fired, even if it's stupid; watch the store go down in flames."

Aren't there ANY jobs left in East Lansing? Seriously. If I wasn't so poor myself, I would just quit. But I would really like to have another job lined up before that occurs. I'm not getting three paychecks like I was in the fall (unfortunately).

Curses.

I decided from now on, I will part with words of wisdom from my page-a-day calendar. Enjoy.

"People expect a lot from these meetings: laughter, sudden twists, surprise endings...You need to be Robin Williams and M. Night Shyamalan. You need to be 'Robin Shyamalan.'" - Michael

Not your typical Sunday night.

I had every intent of enjoying the Golden Globes with my townie darlings, but then Austin really (like, really) wanted to watch the season premiere of 24. So he came over, long before 24 even started. So we watched useless things on TV (Frank the Entertainer sent home Tammy, the Asian one nobody likes) until it came on. Bootstrap, Maia, and Switch joined us in their own time.

Informed everyone I don't drink pop so I don't have any. Here's some water. Or apple juice.

Milk?

And then.

The show.

(We made popcorn.)

I think the season premiere set a record for how long it took Jack Bauer to kill somebody. The ax in the chest was a nice touch though. Even though the boys in the room were "Ughhhhhhhhh this is dumb" about the granddaughter scenario, I thought it was touching. The little girl playing his granddaughter is beyond adorable. She likes to run to everyone.

Intriguing plot line so far. The host of Who Wants to be a Millionaire from Slumdog Millionaire plays the president of who knows what. Iraq? I still don't know for sure. Obviously, very interested to find out what the story is with Freddie Prinze, Jr.'s lady friend on the show. Of course we probably won't find out until the second to last episode, if 24 stays true to fashion. I believe tonight the only person with balls in the FBI from last season will be back, but I can't remember her name and it looks like she has a bigger attitude than last season. Karen? Something? No idea.

RENEE.

IMDB is better than Google. Seriously.

Anyway. Should be interesting second half of the season premiere tonight. Four hours of the day done after tonight. The good news is, there are still twenty more episodes to look forward to and agonize over. I really don't know why I put myself through this.

And now I depart for my other favorite drama, DH. That show. Words just can't describe my feelings about it.

Sayonara.

You've gotta start somewhere.

I deleted my Livejournal long ago, and signed up for a Blogger account. It took me until now to come up with a title. Time elapsed?

Many moons.

I've never been creative with words. Or art. Or really anything for that matter. So it's no big surprise it took that long. That and I have serious procrastination issues. In fact, I should be reading for my 18th Century Music class right now. I have four pages left to read for this assignment, and I keep getting distracted. What else is new?

It's going to be a looooong 18 credit semester, that's for sure.

Ideally, I will post approximately 16.48 times more than I did on my Livejournal. Towards the end I used it just to read other people's, and then just got annoyed, leading to deletion of said account. Since I follow a whopping (wait for it) two blogs on Blogger, hopefully that won't become an issue. I know that's impressive, especially since one of them is my brother.

I know what you're thinking. I just have too many friends to know what to do with. My life is just so full of social engagements I can't fit any in my planner anymore.

So remember the time I said I was going to get a lot done today? I should really consider doing that.

Stay classy, WWW.