Haircut time.

Spider pig, spider pig...

There's so much that I've wanted to write about that I've frozen under teh pressure, and not written anything at all. However, tomorrow, I'm going to Ohio for three weeks. And I'm getting my hair cut. And with that in mind, I present the following haircut ideas:

This one, I feel, is going to get flack for me even considering it. I'm unlikely to pick this, though, because I don't think I have hte right hair type for it.

I really like this one.

But now it's time for a nap. I'll try and get more posting ideas off my chest later. I'm almost considering not posting abotu Harry Potter at all, even though this is the day that finally frees my online Harry Potter tongue.

Quick Thoughts

Mock me if you will, but I never realized that Billy Joel's Oh What a Night was a cover of Franki Valli and the Four Seasons. And wikipedia says that people think that Billy Joel did a cover, but he didn't. Now I'm even more embarrassed. Why did I think he did? Why do apparently a number of people think he did?

Oranges are fantastic!

I'm experiencing post-Harry Potter blues or something. Perhaps similar to Jaime's Harry Potter malaise. It's nothing to do with not being able to talk about it or anything, I'm just sad that it's over or something.

Scrabble on Facebook is dangerous. I don't get anything done, because I just sit around staring at the screen thinking, "I must be able to do better than that, come on, I wonder if QULP is a word...let's try it...no, big surprise," and so I waste my day, not actually playign a word, not accomplishing anything else.

Simplify Media is so great. My meager music collection (very pathetic, actually) has just been enriched by about 10,000 songs or something, thanks to being a friend with Brad. Everyone join and be my friend. And I will be a parasite unto your music collection.

I'm so afraid of Moira entering an environment where it might be uncool to excel. Bullies stealing lunch money, cliques, whatever, I think she'll be able to handle it. But I'm worried she'll want to perform like the others, who will undoubtedly not be as kickass as she is.

Who changed my daemon back into a lion? Many thanks.

I had a dream last night that Brad was supposed to pick me up at my dorm to take me out to dinner or something, but I got help up and was like an hour late. The porter told me he'd waited forever, but had to leave. It turns out that since I'd last seen him he had become a huge writer/director, and Scarlett Johansson was with him while he was waiting for me. Go Brad!

I as well have difficulties getting rid of things with Mom attachments. There were those little candle holders with Peace or Calm written on them. Mine had fallen over and been stepped on, the little shade couldn't even go over the bottom of it, but I'd still been holding onto it, and only recently resigned myself to the necessity of eventually throwing it out.

Nothing here

Today's event of note is that Dan sprained his ankle in a rut in the front yard. I hear he screamed like a girl. Just kidding, I'm certain he took it in manly silence. With a little scream. Anyways, it's fine, he just needs to mend. It did swell out beautifully. A tennis ball somehow shoved itself under the skin in his ankle and was sticking out. Poor Dan. :(

Anything else going on...I've been tiling, and that's going well. I hope I keep it up. Scrabble on Facebook is lots of fun, even though I never get to win.

I loooove tabbed browsing.

Mandy's Art Studio: V

Okay, this is stuff that I did in class last year. I have to say, I hate working in class. As you see, much of it is only partially completed. I love drapery, I hate faces. And I give you one guess which one of these was the "imagination" project. Draw anything, she said. Oh, and these are pretty large scale things. Not small.

Daemon Generator!

To give input on my personality, and whether or not this is my correct daemon, go here.

Crap, I messed up and lost the HTML for my sidebar to show you my gorgeous Daemon, which means that you really have to follow that link to see my gorgeous Daemon, a lion named Zotius.

And...

I'm all done. I'll wait to hear that everyone else is finished until saying anything. Anne isn't getting her book until Tuesday, so this could be a while. And Ben K doesn't really care about it, so he might spend a couple of weeks, reading a bit before bed every night...yeah, I'm going to say that there's an expiration time on my not talking about the book. Next Sunday, I'm going to start talking about it, though I'll warn that Harry Potter talking is about to happen, so have no fear, just feel left out.

I can tell I'm on the pudgy side 'cause I feel really strong and muscular. That's the extra pudge lying to me.

Well, here's some news that not everyone has heard. I've found someone to take over my lease for next year, so I won't be living with my freshman roomie, her boyfriend, and Tim next year. I'm finding a new place kind of difficult to lay hands on, and after some weeks of no luck, I've submitted an application to the residence office, to see if there's an empty room available. Chances are there is not, but no harm trying. I have to admit that I find the idea of going back on campus kind of...daunting.

What is it that makes mosquito bites so itchy?

I might post some art later.

ohmanohmanohman

I've been sitting around, twiddling my thumbs, thinking about the book 7 release, what word to play in Scrabble, and just what to do with myself. I've been doing this fairly often, feeling something I've been forgetting to do nagging in hte back of my mind. And just now, it hit me. Post! What have I been thinking, not posting about the inane, insignificant happenings of my life??

So here we go.

A day or two ago (no sense of time), someone pointed out to me that I titled an entry "tummy ache...too much peanut butter fudge..." or something, and then proceeded to not mention my tummy ache or peanut fudge anywhere in the entry. I laughed a little, at the expectation of such sense and reason. I believe all such expectations have since been soundly destroyed, undoubtedly to that reader's benefit.

Ben K and Sam, I started individual games of Scrabble with you in Facebook, and either neither of you have noticed, or neither wants to play. If you don't want to play, cancel the game. If you just hadn't noticed, go to the top right of your Facebook homepage and click where it says that you have new notifications. Well, actually, to cancel the game you need to go there too, so go there either way. Or just click on your Scrabulous application.

I think many will recall that before my last trip to Ohio, I tiled a countertop, but never grouted it. Well, last week (or sometime) I fiiiinally got around to doing it. The grout was an apoxy, which I was kind of leery of using. Leery? Anyways, my ...leeriness... turned out to be correct. A little while after I started applying the grout, it became increasingly apparent that this countertop was completely ruined.

Here I am in the process of ruining the countertop

And here it is, ruined.
Luckily, I'm slow and inefficient, and only covered a little more than half of the countertop in my first go, so there's a little that has been salvaged. Dad bought some regular grout, and I've been grouting that little that remains without a hitch.

For the first time, I understand the way Julie feels towards chicken. Jennie's been cooking up some excellent meals, and two so far have contained boned chicken. And, for some reason that is entirely unconnected with Jennie's cooking (seriously), as I cut into the chicken and eat it, I am just grossed out. I'm so repelled that I can't eat it; I've had to throw my chicken out.

The camera case that I had was all bulky and thick, with a pocket on the front. It took my slim camera and made it cumbersome. So I thought, why not knit it a soft little case? While rummaging around in the basement, I found this button which I thought was really cute, and went well with my yarn. And here is the end product. It's a little stretchy, and I'm tempted to do it again just to perfect it, but I like it.

Well, in the morning, I'll stand in line, buy the Harry Potter book (if she doesn't run out), and there will be no more. That will be it. I just seriously hope that I like this book. There's an awful feeling in my stomach, though, that I won't. Wish me luck!! I don't think any of us should post about it until we've all said that we've read it. :-P Nah, go ahead, but warn me! Oh my goodness, Itens, you must be reading it right now. Don't tell me, Jaime, don't tell me!!!!!

The former countdown on this blog reminds me of Lost, flicking through all of the numbers. We just need some hieroglyph action.

Not Quite Simpsons Me

tummy ache...too much peanut butter fudge...

I hope there are Harry Potter conventions. And then you and I are going to them, Jaime. We can wear capes.

I'll go out into the woods and make you a wand. That's what I should do. I'll become a wand maker, like Ollivander, but less creepy. Everyoen can specify their wood, length, core, and how springy or firm it is. Of course, there will be no core, so you can just have fun imagining, and I don't know the different trees, adn will honestly just pick a twig up from off the ground, so you'll just be in the dark about what wood it is. So really, the only thing you can pick will be length and how slender/thick it is. I'll be taking orders. :)

I went to the local book store two days ago. Calais didn't have a book store in that year that I lived here. WalMart was as close as Calais came to selling books, and even for a WalMart, our WalMart's book selection was skimpy. Anyways. Shortly after I left, this woman opened up shop, originally named Calais Bookstore. For an area like Calais, this store is a true gem. The woman is competent, enjoys talking about books, and has a reading group once a month. I found an adorable little hardback copy of Jane Eyre when I went in.

Anyways, you all know what I was actually in that bookstore for. I asked her about her shipment of Harry Potter books. She isn't doing any presales, and is ordering a limited supply, and won't be reordering after those sell out. :( Booh. So I will be there Saturday morning, waiting her to open her doors, doubtlessly with lots of little kids waiting with me. I hope I can get one!

There is a Q-Tip

on my bathroom floor. It's been there for quite some time. It sits there, not explaining itself, and not moving.
I got in my car at night, turned on the lights, and as I turned on the road, noticed that the lighting on my dashboard was really dim. I turned my lights off and back on really quickly, to see if they would come on full power, but on the contrary, this time they were entirely dark, and I couldn't see a thing on the dashboard. A minute of worried fidgeting around with my light pull thing later, and I realized with relief and chagrin that the light pull thing rotates, and this controls the dashboard lighting. Silly me! But still, that was a mildly worrying moment.

I really, really hate the phone. It's not as though I used to chatter away on the phone and then became a recluse once IMing became common. You know how there's a time when you're supposed to get chatty and chummy with a friend and talk on the phone a lot or something? The rise of IMing in popularity coincided nicely with me coming to that age, and I completely bypassed the phone altogether. If you call me, sure, I'll chat and enjoy it, but don't be offended when I never call you, and when I give a rude, abrupt, ungraceful ending to a conversation. "Well, okay, yeah, I'm going. Loveyoubye!"

I've mistyped Brad's blog address a couple of times, as blogpsot instead of blogspot. Coincidentally (?), it takes you to web site on "...Bible, Christian and religious information and studies. By God's mercy, one of the largest Bible-centered sites on the web." Hallelujah. Anyways, I just found that coincidence amusing.

Well, Harry Potter's release date has come and gone, and I still haven't seen the movie. Feel free to post about it, everyone. It's not as though there can be any spoilers. I have to say, I'm pretty excited for Helena Bonham Carter as Bellatrix Lestrange, and I hope they make Umbridge's character as evil as she ought to be!

nothing.

Ben K may dislike it when Netflix thinks he won't like something as much, but I'm taking the glass is half full approach. When I see that they think I'm going to like a movie less than the average viewer, I get warm fuzzies.

Just saw Transformers. Let me first say that I do not have the wonderful background that it seems just abotu anyone ten years older than me does. The bottom line of Transformers: Fun. See it in a theater, 'cause I just don't think it'd be the same if you only have a basic home theater system. Whatever you do, don't go see it for the acting or writing.

Well, the time has come, the movie Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is being released. For those of you who see it, please don't talk about it too much, 'cause I won't be seeing it until Thursday at the earliest. For those of you who are in Ohio, and don't feel an intense urge to see it as soon as possible, wait for me!! That's right, I'm coming to Ohio July 30th, only twenty days away, and I'm happy to see it as many times as I can make it to the theater. So feel free to wait and have a grand outing. :-P

I want to say interesting things in my blog, but at the moment I just can't stop playing Final Fantasy I. This is horrifying and sad.

Dream Babble

First off. For those who didn’t happen to go to dinner with us at… the SantaCafe, in Santa Fe, there was a thrilling part of the evening that I think perhaps only Brad and I appreciated. While waiting for our table, staring at the well in the floor that you could walk on (thanks to thick plastic covering it), a man who was certainly no waiter came in to show us to our table. Truly, my jaw dropped upon seeing him. And anyone familiar with Final Fantasy would have been equally (perhaps more so) shocked. This man had incredibly long silver hair, bound in a loose ponytail, with spiky bits around his face. His face itself was angular, and he was very tall and lanky. His clothes, while technically normal, were very chic distressed, but his jacket emphasized really sharp, broad shoulders and a slim waist.

What I’m saying is, Sephiroth had walked into the room.

Seriously.

Jennie and I are having a weigh off while she’s in Connecticut. Results will be determined once she’s back. This should be fun.

I really enjoy listening to NPR while working around the house. It’s so perfect, and I’m really enjoying it. I looove Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me. I listened to Fresh Air some, but found the topics of some shows…drab. Or the people who were talking about them made them drab. So I default to the amusing and lighthearted Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me. Give me recommendations for other NPR shows to watch. ‘Cause I really don’t know anything about them.

I love, when playing Minesweeper, uncovering a square that’s a seven. I say, “Ooh, seven.”

Okay, and now for the bulk of this entry. End here, all you who hate my dream babbling, ‘cause I’m not going to abbreviate this. (While, there will be some slight cropping of the story. For my privacy. ‘Cause I’m not just going to reveal absolutely everything about my dreams. Anyways.)

I’m happy that I posted that M.C. Escher quote earlier, because how true it turned out to be last night. This dream really isn’t going to make any sense, or be dramatic at all like it was in my sleep, but oh well, I will still try.

I was in Antigonish (my university’s town), and it was the night before classes were going to start. I took all my stuff to my dorm room, but after getting it in there, remembered that I had turned down on campus housing, and had no apartment, and this room must have been given to someone else by now. However, I thought, I’ll just leave my stuff here until I can find an apartment to move it all into. So, while wandering around Antigonish, looking for a place, I run into my friends Kenny and Olivia with some of their friends, and they all agree to help me find a place. Kenny and the rest get distracted by something and move on (I’m fairly certain they were drunk), but Olivia, who was wearing this cute little coat, and had a notepad and pen, continued to help me. I found three promising houses with empty rooms on St. Ninian St. (a great location) and Olivia walked with me up to the first house. It looked like it was partially run as a B&B, and was very old-fashioned old lady doily-ish. (doily? sp?)

So we knock on the door. This fortyish woman opens the door, but she ages to seventy-five as she steps onto the porch. I thought that was weird, but asked about the room. As she was talking, this old man steps outside onto the porch to see what was going on, and sat quietly listening. Olivia has been taking notes about the information the old lady has been giving this entire time. A couple of minutes later, this thirty-five year old well-dressed man in a suit (1950s-style) steps outside, with neatly combed hair, wearing thick-rimmed, black glasses. The neatly dressed man, the old lady tells us, is a serial killer, and is her nephew, but he’s a dear boy. I start getting freaked out, and Olivia is giving me weird looks. I look on the house, and there are three papers, each with one of these people’s photos on it, warning that they are very dangerous. I get more freaked out, the neatly dressed man sees this, and goes inside. The old lady says he’s probably just going to get his knife, and he’ll be back outside in a moment. So I run away from the house screaming, and Olivia slowly follows, still with a concerned look on her face.

When we are far enough away from the house, I stop running, turn to Olivia, and ask if she could believe how insane and freaky those people were. She tells me that I’m the one she’s concerned about being insane. Apparently I had walked up to that house, someone came out and was talking to me about it, and I had been hallucinating this old woman, old man, and their nephew. And she was going to have me committed to an institution, because I was insane, and she’d been taking notes to document the entire thing.

As you can imagine, I was sad to find out in my dream that I was, in fact, insane. Since when does your mind lie to you like that in your dream???? Come on.

Just before bed

I like to type in rhythm to music when I have a song in my head. Like the gummi bears song.

The questions what's up, what are you doing, and how are you all seem to mean the same thing now.

Sometimes, I feel completely sexy and beautiful and confident, and other times, I can't stand to look at myself in the mirror. It's almost a minute to minute thing.

I cannot believe how expensive bathing suits are. I'm sorry, there's just no way that I'm going to pay $98 for a one piece. Or $45 each for a bikini top and bottom.

I've downloaded Final Fantasy I, and I feel sooo cool. :) Now I have to actually play it.

Toilet Paper.

Jennie is right, the current state of the bathroom is due to kids.

And she says that adults put the toilet paper on the top of the toilet, where you have to reach behind to get it--I don't do that at all. I hate reaching back. And now I know why it keeps reappearing on top of the toilet.

Anyways. My complaint about two unfinished rolls of toilet paper is a general one, independent of the presence of kids. Why do people start new rolls of toilet paper before hte last one is finished???

Okay, after an intense debate about what the accurate time is, I need to go outside and take a breather. Wheew.

the secret of gummi-berry(beary?) juice!!

Honestly, who doesn't want their own Quidditch gear and Firebolt? I'd feel so badass. Badass-->

Beneath this cynical, mean exterior (hah), I'm a total romantic. It's so sad. I can't watch a movie with any sort of a romance plot without getting all mushy. Mush!

That gummi bear song is awesome, Jaime. Not to mention forbidding the use of any Unforgivable Curses. I laughed so hard when I read that.

Why do some people get out a new roll of toilet paper when the current one hasn't been finished? Why??? These are the questions that keep me up at night.

I like the smooth areas that frequently used keys get on keyboards.

I'm agnostic. (what a surprise!) And I get the impression that when someone who has faith in their religion is around me, and knows my views on religion, they get this look in their eye, like they're expecting me to come down hard on religion. Or like, "I'm talking about my religion, and here comes the agnostic, to criticize it." Far from it!! While I may not be subscribing to anything myself, I have such amazing respect for people who can have enough faith to be religious. I mean, people aren't stupid, they've thought about things logically, considered, pondered, had personal crises, and come through with faith. That's astounding, and I take my hat off to that feat. I do the same thing, and I fall short. Respect, yo. So if you're religious, and you know I'm agnostic, I'm not going to get up in your face, and be aggressive about things.

On a side note, for those who don't consider and ponder...I am critical of you. Sorry! :)

My blogging's been so dry, that I decided to throw a serious thought in to mix things up a bit. So, that's my serious thought. Respect for those who can have faith! Yo.

Gummi Bears...Dashing and daring, courageous and caring...Gummi Bears! Bouncing here and there and everywhere, high adventure that's beyond compare!! They are the Gummi Bears! Yes.

Dry as a bone

I have been a dry well, blogging-wise.

It's very difficult, as an immoral heathen, being around little kids who are still fresh-faced and dewey-eyed from Sunday School. When Jennie stepped on a toy, I laughed, since I had stepped on that toy so many times myself, and was called rude, immoral, and something else I can't remember by Inga. Also, my shirts are cut too low, apparently. I really don't think that I dress very immodestly, though.

Brad says that Edward Norton is an arrogant jerk, but he's is abotu as close as I come to a "celebrity crush" (except for Hugh Laurie, but that's not actually a crush). But honestly, I think I need a little arrogance with my handsome intelligence. By the end of The Illusionist, I actually found facial hair attractive. And that, my friends, is a feat. Attractive in spite of facial hair:I saw The Last Mimzy. I blame that on Wayne, and really it was such a traumatizing experience that I'm not even going to talk about it. Except to warn you away. Even your kids.

"Do you have any girl friends?"-Inga's question to me. Any time I mention a friend, she asks if it's a guy or girl.

"Why are you wearing a watch? You're a girl." -Andrei
"And only men can wear watches?"-Me
"Yes."

"I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough." -M.C. Escher <--love it

...or the little dipper?

Moments before, while sitting in the bath, some bubbles precisely formed the Big Dipper on the surface of my bath water. It's times like these that I need my camera with me.

I had nightmares last night that I was in J.Crew, and found all these things that I wanted. I took up hours of these saleswomens' time, and when Anne Marie came in to see what I was considering, everything suddenly looked hideous. So I walked out buying nothing, ashamed of my taste. :-P But seriously, the moment Anne walked in, everything transformed from cuteness into hideousness.

I'm trying out a new IMing program right now, Pidgin. I guess it's the latest version of gaim. I'm pretty torn about it, though. To some extent, I don't like how the screen names are presented. But it has my MSN and AIM contacts combined, and fun little features. Like pounce, when you can send a message you've typed earlier (or plenty of other options), when a specified contact does a specified action (like signing on, sending a message, going idle, typing, pausing in typing, etc.). It's just all very customizable, which is nice.

Irresistible, just like me

Wow, RottenTomatoes killed Evan Almighty. And I liked it. Bruce Almighty got 49% and Evan Almighty ended up 24%. Those two numbers should be switched, because even though neither one of these was a particularly good movie, I thought that Evan Almighty was eeeeasily better than Bruce Almighty. Come on, Steve Carell versus Jim Carrey???

I've had a strange hankering to play Final Fantasy I.

Last night, I had a dream that I was attending my high school graduation, and allll the people I felt really insecure around were there, making me feel insecure. And then, Ben K and I went to an Aqualung concert with some guy from work who was very sad, and I tried to get a soy chai from Starbucks, but they kept messign things up, until two hours of us waiting around later, I gave up. And a brick building was burning in the thunderstorm, there were all of these electric cars in the street, and when I was back in Maine, I couldn't get home, because there was a huge blizzard, and walls of ice were now blocking my way.

Oh. my. goodness. Two things. One: Harry Potter for the Wii. Suhweet! And apparently you can have wizard duels and everything. I wonder if Unforgivable Curses are allowed. Second: The night before last, I finally had a Hugh Laurie dream. There was this whole mysterious amnesia thing going on, and he woke up from a coma after five years, and I took him back to his apartment, which Wilson had kept for him. Fabulous dream.

I watched The Corpse Bride last night. And I liked it. Not as much as I expected to, but it was short and sweet, and had a nice story, and was wonderfully Tim Burton. My favorite thing about it: The fantastic, over the top characters. Mainly, Victoria's parents.

Inga: "Do you want to be pregnant like me?"
Yelena: "Yes!"

I'm finding it hard to not waste my days sitting on the couch reading Mansfield Park. It's irresistible!

Bum badum badum

Well, I watched Dreamgirls, and I have to say: Meh. I heard really good things about it, and was pretty excited to see it. But the plot dragged through the first half, and I didn't care at all abotu the characters until at least halfway through. The singing that was musical-y was really awkwardly done, and the songs weren't very catchy or enjoyable. Best part about the movie: Eddie Murphy did an awesome job with his character. Props. At the end, it came together a bit, and I experienced what might have been an emotion. Don't get me wrong, I didn't dislike it. I was just so psyched up about it that I guess I was expecting more.

After seeing Ben and Jaime's high movie count on Netflix, I started to wonder how many movies I've actually watched. So every movie that I come across on Netflix that I've seen, I've been rating, to try and get a Movies Watched number. So far I've rated 528, and I'm pretty certain there are a lot missing yet. ... This is a sad realization that I've watched so many movies.

Actually, not at all. I love movies.

Megatokyo, a web comic I used to read (until Piro got so mushy and melodramatic a year ago) had some nice leetspeak/1337-5p34k, which can be pretty funny. This guy's character only speaks leet, and has some nice strips where he's explaining gaming tactics to Piro and Largo. I really want to get my hair cut. I had a dream last night that I was Harry Potter, attending StFX with Ron. We were fooling around, and I burned the Dark Mark tattoo on Ron's arm as a joke with my wand, accidentally summoning all the deatheaters. Dumbledore was so pissed.