late nights, bright lights

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I rarely answer them, but I always read the writer's block questions.

Now, today's is actually thought provoking. How do I feel about corporeal punishment? After much consideration, I do suppose I'm going to have to side with the Winchesters. Ghosts deserve all the punishment coming to them. Yes, I imagine there are exceptions, but those would be dealt with on a case by case basis.

In other news, I am working on an AU that probably has absolutely nothing to do with polybigbang, but does have very much to do with super-people. Superheroes and supervillains, I mean. So in the spirit of this, today will involve a superperson triple feature.

X-Men, then Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog and I'll finish with Defendor, which I just picked up yesterday because Woody Harrelson is one of my all time favourites.

Because I fully intend to keep writing until I am finished, I also might watch a few episodes of Battlestar Galatica, because Cavil really reminds me of a supervillain, and then possibly some episodes of Buffy, because I am really stretching my definition of 'superperson' to fit my paltry dvd collection.

If anyone has any superhero/supervillain/super-morally-ambiguous-person advice, now would be a great time to share it :D

Because I've been seeing a lot of '09 media reviews and I remember nothing of the last 12 months apparently.

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Permission to shout 'bravo!' at an annoyingly loud volume, sir?

Jesus died today* for our sins, and I think that's pretty rad (the sacrifice part, not the actual dying). In a couple days, he'll pop back though, so don't worry. Easter's pretty much the most zombie related holiday I can think of.

Spent the afternoon at Jamie's, watching movies. We watched a depressing movie that got us both miserable and bitter at the male gender (surprise, surprise) and then Jamie forced me to watch one of his favourites. He said it would cheer us up.

Okay, he didn't really have to twist my arm, it had Alan Rickman in it (I don't care if I'm the only person alive who still finds him sexy; that just means there's more for me).

But yeah, Love Actually. I highly recommend it. Some lovely eye candy and very well written, I thought. Just a wonderful film and Jamie was right, it did cheer me up.

Speaking of stressed out beyond all belief, I'm migrating south to visit my family for a week. Wish me luck.


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*And when I say today, I mean like, a whole bunch of years ago today.

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December 7th, 2oo8
And the saddest thing is that this post contains spoilers for the season finale of So You Think You Can Dance.


Lazy day. We had potatoes with cheese and then napped for a few hours. How is that not the best Sunday ever?

Then we went to Jamie's for Audrey Hepburn movies. We watched My Fair Lady and I sang I don't even care that Katie hates me for it. Then Jamie made us break for the finale of So You Think You Can Dance Canada... Which I sat through mostly quietly because I am a good person. Mohawk guy won. Apparently this is not who we wanted to win. I was distressed. I think.

Jamie is made of good things and has amazing hair, which is the anti-thesis to my hair. I think it's cool that my hair has a tangible opposite. How many can say that? Not many, I bet, mhmm. Also he agreed with me on 'important things' and I felt a little vindicated because Katie and Sarah thought I was a freak. Twenty points for Jamie.

Now I shall make some dinner, consume it quietly and pass the hell out for the night, because for all the laziness and lounging, I am exhausted. It's my body's way of gearing up for work this week. Screw you amazing, sexy body, screw you.

31 Days 'o' Blog Extra Special Super Features

Today! (In History): 43 BCE. Marcus Tullius Cicero assassinated.

Quote of the Day: "Wise men are instructed by reason; men of less understanding, by experience; the most ignorant, by necessity; the beasts, by nature." [Marcus Tullius Cicero]

Bizarre Fact of the Day: The load carrying capacity of a single strand of human hair is approximately 1oo grams. How bizarre.

( Pretty Picture of the Day )

The Final Word: I love my friends. Period.

Sorelle is chilling on my window sill- the wreckage of my blinds in shreds around her, Sarah is out with some middle aged stranger she met online and she'll probably die, Lace is gone to Hearst for a week (a week!), and I couldn't be happier!

...Not because of all that though.

Because I am fantastically happy about Act One of Dr. Horrible. SO GOOD. Want more!

Was sick on Monday so I didn't go to work. Also, I royally effed my shoulder on Sunday night and it still aches like a sonofabitch. Went to the doctor, but she didn't help at all. Suggested I take some acetaminophen. Even after I told her I was allergic. Yay non English speaking people!

Okay, that sounded racist or whatever, but I'm not. I work with non-English speakers (no really! American is nothing like English for most people) every day and I'm getting really good at communicating... But really? Four words of English and the rest in German is not good enough to be a medical professional in this area. Even if she was French, I could have dealt. I live in a pretty French place and I like to think I know enough French to get my point across usually. But no one informed me my local walk-in clinic was in Germantown. Unimpressed.

Speaking of work, I missed pre-shift last night because of some RIDICULOUS call. I was almost in tears because the lady was so damn ignorant. I went forty kinds of above and beyond for her and she wouldn't listen to a fucking word of it. She called me an unhelpful, snotty bitch and told me I ruined her night and I PERSONALLY made it impossible to buy a cell phone for her dying father. I gave her 4 different options, offered her something I'm not even technically supposed to have access to and call two different departments for her so she wouldn't get transferred around.

Plus, if he's dying, why the hell does he need a cell phone?

The movie isn't even over yet, but I paused it to update.

I've never really watched a Gerad Butler movie... I think I've probably seen afew but I've never watched one. Wow. He's not an awful actor and he sure isn't unattractive.

Also Kathy Bates and James Marsters. So I'm enjoying the movie, right?

BUT THEN.

I have a deep affection for the irish brogue. Very much so. So what to wondering eyes do appear?! Jeffrey Dean Morgan (aka: John "Papa" Winchester) in extra tight jeans WITH an irish accent. Playing the guitar and singing. And tattooed.

Rawr.

So, even though the movie is a little Nicholas Sparks-esque, that scene (plus Butler stripping in the beginning) is enough to garner a gold star in my books. Because theatrical merit is based on how lubed up a movie gets me...

EDIT: HOLY SHIT HE'S NAKED.

Oh gosh, funnest thing ever.

Movie quiz time! You can all try to figure out what movies I'm talking about! And when I say I'm, I really mean, I ripped this off muggle_elite!

No giving away the answers! 25 hundred points to whoever gets the most right.

( Moive Quiz Meme )

Go ahead, see if you can get them all.

So I saw the Pirates movie. Gotta say, I like freaky-ass monsters and pirates.

Our power is being fucky again and there's a fire truck outside my house :(

I haven't eaten in what feels like a billion hours. And I have to work tomorrow.

My life is a neverending hell.

[With Pirates!]

In other news, Colin is away for the weekend. I forget why. Something to do with an insanely long bus ride and Justin. This, of course, means I needed to find someone else to hang out with. Baaaad mistake Colleen. [I totally spelt my name right the first time]

I kid. Tonight, despite my whining, was a fun night. And Jessica makes things seem worse than they are.

I'munna be so dead tomorrow.

^^

I'm going to be the biggest bitch to John and Wendy.

I'm going to be so fucking miserable at the world.

But I am working all day and most of the evening!

So there you go, right?

I've paid my dues, time after time. I've done my sentence, but commited no crime...

!!!!

OH WAIT, THAT'S THE REST OF YOU.

Bwa ha ha ha. [[And if you don't know what I'm talking about, you're better off not knowing. Seriously.]]

I have a new hobby. It is certainly not collecting stamps.

But yes. This will either decrease the already scant slashy updates. Or will possibly set fodder for new and more frequent ones.

Hopefully the second...

*ahem*

In other, totally unrrelated news: I can't figure out if I love having my neck bitten, or I hate it... But they tell me that it's a fine, fine line. [*resists urge to break into song*]

..........

*breaks into song anyways!*

..........

Only I suppose that song is not really appropriate, is it?

I'm sure I can think of a few from Rocky Horror that would fit better...

I don't know why everything has to be on seperate lines. Asthetics?

*ahem*

Going to bed as soon as I shut that movie off.

Niiiiiiiiiiight!!

I watched three movies today, and stayed in bed trying to nurse my poor battered self back to life. I pity the fools who have to work with me tomorrow, for I will be one miserable SOB.

I'm also really not sure how I will be able to survive drama next semester. Just keep me away from Katie, I guess.