I will post about RL later, but there's two things I have to put out there.

1) If you're going to use the most popular entertainment tag line OF ALL TIME, the two word version, on your icon...maybe make sure you spell both words right. I'm just sayin'.

2) And yes, I am doing this to incite a Julie!Riot!

Texas A&M University places a bid to house one of the retiring space shuttles.

Yes, my alma mater is better than yours.

I'm thinking that the Smithsonian trades in Enterprise for an upgrade, and A&M gets Enterprise. I like this plan.
Holy crap! Serenity's tomorrow!

Due to the miracle of science (inertia, mostly) and two separate accidents, I effectively punched myself in the nose at work last night. While my fist didn't actually connect with my nose, I do have nice bruises on both nose and fist. Why, yes, I am that clumsy.

And, because I'm turning into that old lady who can't program her vcr, I missed Invasion (saw Lost at work). Watched Over There...I've only seen two episodes, but I really like Dim (even though I question his intelligence at times...then I remember I basically punched myself in the nose). And Sgt. Scream. He's awesome.

Ooo. Payday!

I guess that's it.
I just got bitchsmacked by my mom for no (okay, very little) reason and I can't even stay pissed at her because her birthday's tomorrow.

She sure does know how to get me to shut my mouth, though (it's by telling me I sound just like my dad, in case you need ammo in the future).
I knew something would happen to screw today up. My mom kept me up basically all night, first with the watching the BSG mini (which I kind of forceD her to do) then with the snoring. Through the sleep, I think I remember her saying she liked it...that's good, 'cause you're watching it tonight, no matter what. So after waking up to snoring the fifteenth time, I moved to the couch (apx. 4:30 am). That was fine until Andre woke up. So, since Matt had an opening shift at MK this morning, I moved to his room and shut the door (apx 6:30). That solved the bird issue, but my subconscious took over and made me get up so I wouldn't miss the DHL driver who's supposed to deliver my replacement phone today.

So basically, I'm just trying to stay awake until someone else in the house wakes up...at that point, I'm getting back into MY bed and taking a nap.

If I wasn't so tired, I know I would be squeeing with joy for today. Today is my first all-new BSG, as I came to the fandom at the end of April (still thanking the gods for [livejournal.com profile] lizardlaugh. I am excited. Really. And we're going to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory this afternoon. Am excited by this very much as well, even though it doesn't sound like it. I don't think I'll make it to a midnight buying of HBP...I guess I'll just have to wait and see...I might be wound up enough after BSG.

Okay, everyone have a super day. As soon as my new phone comes I'm sure I'll be fine.
My SideKick is broken!!! WAHHHHHHH!!!!! I had it in my back pocket and I must have leaned up against something and cracked the LCD. And wtf, my insurance deductible is $110? Ouch. But I cannot live without it, so I paid.
I'm sitting at Sandtrap, staring out at the course, trying to find all I can about London on my trusty SKII. I cannot comprehend the mentality behind blowing people up. I just don't get it. I don't understand hate. I don't understand believing in something so vehemently that you would kill someone else because the didn't believe. I don't unerstand killing innocents in the name of (any) religion. Maybe I'm sheltered. I don't know. I think [livejournal.com profile] schocolate is the only current Londoner on my flist...I hope everyone is doing well.

I was going to post some frivolity re: BSG, HP, the Dancing with the Stars finale, and www.oceanic-air.com's crawsomeness, but I think I'll leave it for later.

My eyes!!!

Apr. 23rd, 2005 08:57 pm
See...this is why I need the power to unsee things...because it gets to be less than a month until the movie...and I get curious...and I click on seemingly innocent links...and I see things I shouldn't. And now...I can't unsee them.

And OMGWTFGFFA!!!!11eleven!!!1!
Dear retail establishments of Central Florida,

I go to you...willing to give you everything in my bank account (except my student loan payment), and what to you give me in return? One magazine. Now...it is the Star Wars Vanity Fair, but I was willing to buy all sorts of DVDs and sweaters and purses. You offer me nothing. Thanks a lot.




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