Dangerously Close

2003-11-03T14:38:00.000-06:00

Just wanted to let you all know, in case you haven't figured it out, that I have now migrated over to LJ. I'm sorry. *pats blog* I'll miss you, but LJ has stolen me away.

www.livejournal.com/~the_rum_is_gone

Bye, dear bloggers.

2003-09-27T17:23:00.000-05:00

To shamelessly copy Nita, here's a grand list of my things to do.

Dia's Things To Do List:
1. Write speech on Presence of Religion in the Lord of the Rings.
2. Buy posterboard from the bookstore on campus, which I cannot do now as the bookstore is damnably closed.
3. Figure out the Wellness Model that is to go on said posterboard.
4. Call my grandma.
5. Take quiz online for Concepts class.
6. Do lab write-up for Concepts.
7. Do math problems.
8. Do last load of laundry.
9. Clean and organize room somewhat.

Dia's List of Things She Has Accomplished Today:
1. Woken up.
2. Taken a shower.
3. Eaten.
4. Practiced flute.

... Impressive, ain't it?

Hmm. Not really.

2003-09-21T14:52:00.000-05:00

Diaries!

No, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. Diaries has actually been updated. This is not a test.

I repeat, this is not a test.

2003-09-21T12:16:00.000-05:00

*grumble grumble* There was a boy in my room last night at 3 in the morning, waaaaay after Intervisitation, and he was definitely not mine. And he was drunk. And I was not happy about it.

Grr.

2003-09-19T12:51:00.000-05:00

It be International Talk Like a Pirate Day today, me hearties!

So get to it, ya landlubbers!

www.talklikeapirate.com

2003-09-18T15:33:00.000-05:00

Finished The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe just now. I do love that book. But my favourite is definitely The Magician's Nephew. The creation scene is just beautiful and... I love it. Aslan is... he's indescribable, somehow. He's just Aslan. Not to wax all Christian here, but he is, in my mind, the perfect embodiment of Christ (well, God in general in Magician's Nephew). He makes me ache and want to laugh. It's weird, really. He's just such a beautiful character.

I want to do some writing today. I don't have much else to do until tonight. I'll probably do some around four, when roommate leaves for Wind Symphony. I like to be alone when I write. ... Well, I like to be alone, period, but that doesn't work out so well as much anymore. Ah well. I don't mind too much.

If I don't get a chapter of Diaries out soon, I think the reviewers are going to kill me.

Or at least attack in a mob, like the house elves.

... Eee.

2003-09-16T19:34:00.000-05:00

Bored bored bored bored bored.

I don't want to do research for my essay that's due Thursday, and I'm just feeling very... distracted. I can't concentrate and don't want to do anything at all. And I'm hungry, even though I just ate. And my back hurts. I need a back rub.

Bah. I hate this.

2003-09-14T19:12:00.000-05:00

My God, I'm so bored.

I mean, really, really bored. Desperately bored. Which means I should probably attempt writing or something, but... I don't know. Maybe. We'll see. I want to watch Priscilla. But everyone's busy so I can't use anyone's computer/DVD player. Sucks. Maybe Jenn'll want to watch it later, s'long as it doesn't seriously disturb her or anything. She seemed up for it last night, but it was rather too late to put on a movie.

I was sick this morning. Think it was from the coffee cake I had a few bites of at brunch. But that was NOT fun. I came back to my room and slept for two hours. Then I was working on plotting my original pirate story while lying on my bed, and I got all tired and kindof dozed on and off for a few minutes. I can't do ANY work on my bed anymore... I always fall asleep. It's ridiculous. But it's the only comfortable place to go in my room. Bah. I need some sort of... lounge area or something. But we'd need to rearrange for that, and... yeah. That's not gonna happen. Bugger.

So now I'm online and just rambling pointlessly. Fun stuff, really. I'm probably going to read some more of the Star Wars fanfic I'm in the midst of, for lack of anything better to do.

But first, I think I'll attempt Diaries. You never know, my muses may behave.

But don't hold your breath.

2003-09-12T01:39:00.000-05:00

I'm going to bed now. Really.

...

Sleep is a good thing, right?

...

Actually, it's rather overrated.

But still.

I will not read Chronicles of Narnia, or fanfic, or anything else.

I will go to bed.

Right about.... now.

2003-09-10T21:15:00.000-05:00

Here's a picture of me. It's from one of our "Dress Up Fridays." Katie was taking pictures, and I posed. Ha. Yeah.

2003-09-10T20:52:00.000-05:00

I too am neglecting my blog in favour of my new livejournal. Sorry, blog. *pats* I still love you. Really.

Oh, and my internet is fixed! I'm back on my own computer! It's so wonderful! And I can look at/read slash again. Yay! And... I can be on whenever I want. And other joyous things like that. You get the point.

I think.

...

You DO get the point, don't you?

...

Good. Just checking.

Anyway. Moving on. Last night was a very good night. Went over to visit Jon, one of my friends, at KCC around midnight to watch The Daily Show, since I didn't get to make him watch The Nanny he was going to make me watch The Daily Show. Then Ben joined us, which was great fun. The boy makes me laugh so much. He's adorable. So I got to spend the night with two guy that I really like and really like hanging out with.

Today I printed off more pictures for our "Wall of Men." I got a big carried away and printed out 4 Alan Rickman ones and three Hugo Weaving ones, as compared to like... one Josh Hartnett, etc. Ah well. It's my wall of men too.

2003-09-08T13:41:00.000-05:00

And, in case you were wondering, she is definitely more than pink font.

2003-09-08T13:40:00.000-05:00

Your Threesome by soleta
username
age
middle name
location	In moving vehicle of your choice
Partner the first	Viggo Mortensen
Partner the second	Orlando Bloom

Created with quill18's MemeGen!

I'm having too much fun with this.

Oh, and Poster sale today at campus! Whoo! Have already bought three and am going back later. I'm beyond help.

And...

I TALKED TO MILLA!

2003-09-07T21:21:00.000-05:00

Your Threesome by soleta
username
age
middle name
location	In a hearse
Partner the first	Viggo Mortensen
Partner the second	Liv Tyler

Created with quill18's MemeGen!

If it weren't for the hearse part of that, I wouldn't mind so much...

Your Threesome by soleta
username
age
middle name
location	In a bed
Partner the first	Ewan McGregor
Partner the second	Guy Pearce

Created with quill18's MemeGen!

Now THAT one I don't mind so much.

Your Threesome by soleta
username
age
middle name
location	On large statue in Wellington
Partner the first	Johnny Depp
Partner the second	Sean Astin

Created with quill18's MemeGen!

*dies laughing*

2003-09-07T20:41:00.000-05:00

New blog template, courtesy of my hero, Storm. I owe her slash. Well... STILL owe her slash is more like it. I will write it one day... really. Thanks tons, darling. Don't know what I'd do without you!

2003-09-07T15:18:00.000-05:00

I'm doing laundry, God help me.

2003-09-06T22:55:00.000-05:00

It's 11 o'clock. Do you know where your roommate it?

...

Good, cause I don't.

She's been gone for nearly 7 hours now. Hmm.

...

Interesting, really.

2003-09-06T18:11:00.000-05:00

Today is a very, very happy day. I went to Borders this morning after a breakfast party in Katie's room for the second time. I had gone last night with Jon, Chris, and Cody, which was fun. They also went to Blockbuster to rent movies and then we went to Mickey's, this awesome place to eat. I bought The Chronicles of Narnia all in one book last night, since I was insanely jealous of Storm's, and since I've been wanting it for a long time. Last night, I also got...

The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert!!

On DVD!!!

I was so excited that I squeaked. It was 15 dollars, but I had to get it. Sarah and I will watch it. I will make a fan out of her yet.

So this morning we went again, this time with Katie, Sarah, and Lisa. Chris came along for the ride but had to leave early to get back to school. This time I bought Star Wars: The Han Solo Adventures, a LotR student planner with pictures!, Star Wars: Legacy of the Jedi (which Sarah and I have been dying to get... she now regrets not getting it too), and a LotR "One Ring to rule them all" bookmark with a little ring trinket attached that I'm now wearing on my pinkie. I'm such a nerd, but I love it and am proud of it.

So I spent 60 dollars total, with the 20% discount, but I think it was well worth it.

Plus, it made me insanely happy, so it's all good.

I was going to go to a free opera thing with some of my friends, but decided that I couldn't let myself because I have homework to do and I want to spend all tomorrow having fun. And Sarah's out now, but when she gets back we may watch a movie.

Now I must go finish my homework, but I had to blog first. Later, dears.

Oh, and Storm, I'm going to work on changing my template to the one you made me tomorrow, so never fear, I shall retrive the template.

2003-09-05T17:49:00.000-05:00

Our TV is making weird noises. Thought y'all would like to know.

2003-09-04T16:17:00.000-05:00

Well, the second week of real college is almost over, and on Saturday, I believe my friends and I are going to Borders since they're having a 20% discount for college students. Scorage.

I'm now in handbells and the university band (which starts tonight), and signed up for a free self-defense class. *giggles* Should be interesting. I love handbells already.

Sarah next door is one of the greatest people. I think she's as close as I'm gonna get to being near my online friends, if you understand what I mean. We can be totally obsessive together and we're so alike it's scary sometimes. She's awesome.

I should really go do some sort of constructive work now... but I probably won't. Roommate's off to Wind Symphony, which means I get the computer. Yay!

2003-09-01T23:05:00.000-05:00

A review I got today.

"*cry* your never going to updte?!?! THIS IS SO GOOD AND YOUR NEVER GONA
UPDATE *wail* WHY?"

...

Meep.

Perhaps I should get around to doing that... sometime... soon?

2003-09-01T19:28:00.000-05:00

Concepts in Chemistry and Biology is the devil. I hates it forever and ever and I don't understand and it's pointless and stupid and she only teaches the stuff I already know and not the stuff I NEED to know.

And my roommate is turning into a skank who always has guys around and cuddles with one of them on her bed while her boyfriend of three years calls and has to leave messages that she won't answer. I had to leave the room and go over to Jon's because I felt so bleeding uncomfortable being in the room with them. *sigh* And she used to be such a sweet girl... well, she still is, but... I rather don't approve of the whole... deal.

Save me.

On a lighter note, I helped paint the Our Town set today. Was much fun and I got covered in paint and I had a great time away from Concepts and the roommate. She's gone again now over to Aaron's room to watch a movie.

Why does she have to be so bloody cute and perfectly shaped? It's not fair.

But the painting was fun. And guy-I-still-kinda-like was there too. Yay!

2003-08-30T22:51:00.000-05:00

When the roommate's away, the Dia shall play.

And what shall she play with?

The slash her Storm sent.

And how does she like it?

She likes it, she says.

And what shall she do now?

Write slash in return.

And who shall she write of?

The Jack and the Will.

...

It's 11, I had peanut butter cup ice cream, watched Much Ado About Nothing, giggled madly with Anna and Sarah, am alone in my room, and am insane.

Judge thus accordingly.

2003-08-30T01:08:00.000-05:00

Oh, and my neck meeping hurts. And it won't stop. I've had two neck massages, one by Jon, the other by Chris, I've had a heating pad, and I've taken medicine.

Guess what?

It still hurts.

2003-08-30T01:06:00.000-05:00

By the way, for all concerned, I didn't get called back. But I may still have gotten a part. We shall see, but I'm not getting my hopes up.

Besides, if I get a part, I won't be able to go home and see The Uninvited with my old theatre group, which I really wanted to do.

Ah well.

2003-08-28T22:04:00.000-05:00

That nearly made me fall out of my chair laughing. Siriusly.

2003-08-28T00:34:00.000-05:00

Stupid internet. Kicked me off. Now meep knows when I'll be able to talk to Storm again. But I did get to talk to her! Yay!

College is going good, except I hate my Concepts in Chem and Bio class with a passion. But the guy I now like is in it. So I can stare at him through the whole thing. So yay! Again. But Nita is right, liking guys who aren't fictional is a bad thing. Especially when they already have girlfriends.

Tryouts for Our Town are tomorrow for me. I went to watch them today to know what to expect. I think I can do it. And, I get to sleep in tomorrow for the first time since I've gotten here. Hurrah! But I should be going now, as it's getting massively late. Wish me luck for auditions and getting my computer to work again.

2003-08-20T13:21:00.000-05:00

No one is online. This makes me sad.

I put up all my pictures today. Storm's pictures are by my computer and bed. My friend Krista is in like... half of them. It's kinda sad... and weird. And bwahahaha, on this one picture, I put another one over the corner so it blocks out this one girl I hate. Ha.

I want to write. Might do so tomorrow.

Bad news, though. I forgot my disk with TOC and SA on it at home, so I won't be writing either of those until at least October. But on SA, I rather hate it anyway. *cringes as Storm cries* I think that I'm going to work on IAEB later and maybe get out a new chapter sometime soon.

I'll write Diaries again someday.... soon?

Maybe not.

2003-08-19T13:16:00.000-05:00

By the way... Storm, you're a dear for being nervous for me. You can stop now, at least until next week when classes start.

2003-08-19T13:09:00.000-05:00

Well, ladies and gentlemen, I am at college.

Yep.

It's true.

Am mostly unpacked, have had lunch, and done various things. My roommate is Jennifer and is really nice. We're listening to the Moulin Rouge 2 CD now, so yay! Am having fun and such. (y)

... I'm getting AOL IM, but can't think of a sn. Any ideas?

2003-08-17T21:48:00.000-05:00

Farewell, Collinsville. I'll miss you, and the big Catsup bottle, and my WalMart and my Fashion Bug and Metro even... and my room and my books and my clothes...

The next time I blog, I'll be a big college girl up by Chicago.

That's STILL hard to believe.

2003-08-17T15:04:00.000-05:00

Compulsively blogging.

Compulsively blogging.

Compulsively blogging.

(Can you tell I'm bored?)

*sigh* Just got home from taking my stuff back to the library and then stopping by Miners to say bye to the CATS people who were working there. Now we're having my mom's two cousins over shortly, and I've been instructed to 'sit and talk to them' instead of getting on the computer right after we eat.

Bah. This social-ness is completely and entirely overrated.

...

And they're here.

Bah.

Again I say it.

Bah.

2003-08-17T13:33:00.000-05:00

Kate got a Captain Jack birthday cake.

Life just isn't fair.

2003-08-17T13:32:00.000-05:00

Oh my.

Am I ready for this?

I guess I always figured that I'd be ready when the time came... but what if I'm not? I want to go away, yes, but there's these fears I can't quell... *breaks into Buffy-singing-mode*

Er, anyway.

Siriusly, though, I do think I'll be fine. Just a few pre-college jitters that keep striking at random freak-out moments. Milla and Nita know a bit about these. Mostly worried about the whole roommate thing. She sounds sweet and stuff... but I'm half worried she'll be really cute and little and everyone will just love her and... I'll just be along for the ride or something. I don't know. Bah.

Malcolm's right. I do need to work on my communication skills more. Last night I went out with a few of the CATS people after the show, and mostly I just sat there and listened to them talk. I threw in a few one-line comments that got laughs and talked a bit, but for the most part I just like to watch them interact. Sometimes I wish I could be more like that, but I'm not. And for the most part, I like being reclusive. I like my books, my computer, my movies, my 'fictional people.'

I'm going to be a hermit one day.

I just know it.

2003-08-16T10:34:00.000-05:00

Walk Through The Fire...

Which Buffy Musical Song Are You?
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I do think that's my favorite song from the soundtrack. I just... love it.

Anyway.

2003-08-15T23:42:00.000-05:00

I bought the first four HP books today, in hardback. And I bought the Pirates soundtrack. My life is complete.

Now, I just need to bring myself to part from the rest of my clothes, shoes, and books, and I'll be set for college.

But that's really the hard part.

*sigh* My mom doesn't understand. I was looking at my HP books in the car after I got them, and squealing, "Harry Potter!" and she looks over at me and goes, "I think that's the happiest I've seen you in a long time." Well, duh. It's Harry Potter. And earlier, when I was putting the books on the checkout counter and grinning, she gave me a look. "You know you love me," I said, to which she responded with, "Yes, but not your obsessions."

But why not? They're what make me so childlike and loveable!

...

Right?

Am going to see Bye Bye Birdie tomorrow and then go out with CATS people to eat. Hopefully. *grumbles and such*

Well, I'd best be going before the rents start yelling at me to come up again. Later, darlings.

2003-08-15T11:46:00.000-05:00

Another short MR piece. In Torment. That's what I'll be, if I don't get reviews. *nods* Really. I need reviews.

Yes, I'm shamelessly plugging/begging.

Savvy?

2003-08-14T22:39:00.000-05:00

I think I'm a bit too attached to my clothes.

Surely 20 pairs of pants is too much to take to college? And I don't really need that many skirts. Not to mention the number of shoes I'll be taking.

...

How am I supposed to part with my books, along with my clothes?

This is bad.

2003-08-13T12:24:00.000-05:00

Oh, God.

Who Will You Marry? by Sari
Name
Date	September 3, 2033
Spouse	Ben Affleck
Price of Wedding	$191,547

Created with quill18's MemeGen!

Let's try this again, shall we, before I am forced to jump off a cliff.

Who Will You Marry? by Sari
Name
Date	February 15, 2015
Spouse	Johnny Depp
Price of Wedding	$415,233

Created with quill18's MemeGen!

Oooooh, there we go. (y) (y) Now all I have to do is change my real name to that, and we're good to go, don't you think? And naturally, I'd make him dress like Jack Sparrow all the time. There's just no other way to do it.

2003-08-12T23:14:00.000-05:00

By the way, for anyone who wanted to know...

Gill is a sexy fish.

2003-08-12T23:12:00.000-05:00

Ah, this is better. Blogger the way I know and love it.

Am back from Branson now, darlings. Tell me, did you miss me?

... You know you did.

2003-08-10T22:53:00.000-05:00

... *stares* What the hell is up with this? A new blogger? Or... is it just the laptop? Umm... right.

Anyway, hello from Branson. I am here, with only a laptop to keep me connected to the real world... er... I mean... to the online world. It's fun, sure, but most of the time I'd rather be home, in my own room, with my own computer. I can't write fanfiction here, but I have been *shocked gasp* plotting an original novel. Have gotten to chapter six in a Pirates-inspired story. I really like this one and am hoping that I don't jinx it by telling people about it, as always happens.

Anyway, I got to buy books yesterday! Twas great fun, wandering around a bookstore again by myself. It's horrid to say, but I judge books by their cover. If the cover doesn't interest me, there's little to no chance that I'll take a further look, unless I already know that I want the book. I ended up getting four. Time and Again and the sequel, Five Quarters of the Orange, and a book of short stories called The Rose Garden. I brought along four other books already- Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, The Return of the King, and this book called Jemima J. I finished up RotK, have been reading P&P, and started and completely finished Jemima J. It was good, but for a bit I wasn't so sure. The thing that annoyed me about it was that it kept switching from first person to third person, and towards the end started turning into nearly a sex book. But besisdes that, it was fairly good. I wouldn't necessarily recommend it to anyone, though.

Well, I should go now, as parents are telling me to get off and such. I'll be home in two days, hurrah!

I do miss my MSN.

See you soon, darlings.

2003-08-06T23:22:00.000-05:00

Forgot to mention that I'm leaving tomorrow for Branson! I won't be back (and more importantly, won't have internet access) until Tuesday! I may die. If I do, all my slash goes to Storm, my Nini/Duke muse to Nita, and everything S/S to Milla. Don't forget me, dears.

I'll miss you all!

Farewell!

Goodbye, computer. You've been a great friend, even though you hate me so.

2003-08-06T15:34:00.000-05:00

Oh, lip, won't you just go back to feeling normal?

2003-08-06T15:33:00.000-05:00

One of the weirdest feelings in the world has got to be what I'm feeling right now.

I had three cavities filled today (*cringe*) and my mouth is finally un-numbing... and I can feel it doing so... and it's very... weird. *pokes lip* Ugh.

Oh, I posted another new MR fic today, but I'm too lazy to link. Go find it yourselves. Jeez.

2003-08-05T22:48:00.000-05:00

A strange, short little MR piece has just been uploaded, for those out there who may be interested. Inspired in part by Nita's blog template.

Like the Cat

2003-08-04T21:47:00.000-05:00

Triumph is mine.

I have a tan.

...

Well, more tan than I was before.

So, score.

2003-07-31T19:51:00.000-05:00

I'm going to see Pirates for the third time. And I splurged and now own the "Kiss Me I'm a Pirate" t-shirt.

Could life be much better?

2003-07-30T13:36:00.000-05:00

I am not developing a thing for Johnny Depp. I am not.

Really.

Of course, it doesn't help that I just watched him in two astounding movies that made me fall for both characters. I saw Chocolat last night as recommended by Milla, and Edward Scissorhands today as recommended by Storm. I loved both, cried at Edward. Roux in Chocolat reminded me very, very strongly of Jack Sparrow, but in a sober, more played down manner. And he didn't have eyeliner. But the little girl called him a pirate (he was a river rat) and he had long hair and some nice facial hair. And I adored his accent and the way he played guitar.

Edward, on the other hand, was unlike anything I'd ever seen. I have seen bits of the movie on TV, mostly the ending, but seeing it in its entirety finally was amazing. I fell in love with him and his childishness, and my heart broke for him with the neighborhood turned on him. And I have a very strong desire to dance in the snow now, despite it being the middle of summer.

But really, I'm not obsessed with Johnny Depp.

Just his characters.

2003-07-28T23:21:00.000-05:00

Despite my claims of not being tired, even after getting verrrrrry little sleep last night, I fell asleep on my bed today while copying down a poem and napped for nearly an hour. Then Mom yelled at me because I hadn't put the washing in the dryer. Then finished watching Evita, which I bought today while doing college shopping with friends (yes, Evita is imperitive to my college career. You never know when I might need an Antonio Banderas fix, really.) I love that movie. It's one of my favorite musicals.

I need to do what Storm says and write through my lack of inspiration for short stories/originals. But bah, it's easier to just write a short little poem or a snippet of an idea for one than work out a plot and characters.

And I'm thinking that I want a livejournal, to be more open to my real life friends. This is actually more for my online girls, I don't tell hardly anyone I actually know about this, save for a few. But alas, I need something called an activation code, which I know nothing of. Le sigh. Anyone with a livejournal who reads this (ha... ha ha ha) willing to help out (besides Milla, who I already asked about it)? I'll love you forever.

Ooh, I actually wrote some of my pirate slash for Storm today. Am determined to finish it before she leaves, which is probably what is helping with the writing process. Things I write always go better if they're going to be a present for a birthday or other occassion. Hopefully, that will last until the end of it. Am almost to the sword-fighting bit. Whoo!

This is so random. I must go write some thank-you's now before Mom kills me for not doing them. Because that just wouldn't be pretty.

2003-07-27T13:32:00.000-05:00

Talked with my ex today... which was weird, as I haven't had an actual conversation with him in literally years. It isn't that I'm still mad at him or anything... I don't know if I ever really was mad, but I just had no desire at all to talk to him. But we sat behind him and his mom today in church and then my mom started talking to him about college and when he went back, and he asked her when I went back and (since my mom always gets mad at me for never talking to the guy) I answered and we started talking about college. So there ya go.

It's weird. He really hasn't changed at all (at least not in appearance or in the way he talks) in the past three-four years, whereas I've changed so much. Then again, I was a freshman when I met him and have done a lot of growing up. But it's still... interesting to just think about the differences that three years have made... for at least one of us.

God, I was such a dork back then. Well, I'm still one now, naturally, but in a better way.

You know what I mean.

...Right?

2003-07-27T00:15:00.000-05:00

Random plug of the day...

Re-uploaded Elf Friend, as the first time it was called 'Elf Frenid' by accident. Oops. So... everyone should go read it and bask in the non-slashiness. Or something like that. Or just review. You know, whatever.

2003-07-26T13:31:00.000-05:00

A quick question... why do I only get hit on either by guys way too old for me or way too creepy?

I just don't understand.

2003-07-25T23:50:00.000-05:00

Ah, it's the end of a wonderful day spent doing nothing. I got up, went back to sleep, got up again for reals, then laid on the couch watching Mad About You and The Nanny. Nita's right, it really is a wonderful show. I love Niles. Then I got on the computer, made my bed and cleaned a teensy bit, computer again, lunch, and lots of nothingness in between.

I started a bit of a LotR fic earlier, but then got distracted and never finished. It's going to be a rather short piece about Legolas and Gimli. NOT slash. I do not do Legolas/Gimli slash and I never, ever, EVER will. That said, moving on.

I just got done writing a bit of poetry (3 pieces), after being inspired by going through play people's websites and reading their poetry. Dave's was just awesome, and some of them were really powerful. Seems like a lot of us drama people are big on the poetry. Oh, go us. I haven't written anything poetic in so long... I think since school got over, really. I'm feeling creative now, so I think I'm going to go work on something original. Not sure what, but I have an idea for a murder/private eye-esque piece that I started a few months ago, as well as for a few short stories.

2003-07-24T11:43:00.000-05:00

You know what's sad? How little I've blogged in here since the play is over. You know what's really sad? The fact that I begged to go see the Joseph show when we go to Branson for vacation. But oh well, I'm okay with my patheticness and obsessiveness.

Anyway, I finally found out who my roommate for next year will be and where my room actually is. I, ladies and gentlemen, am on the FIRST floor of Gross, which is like the best place to be, ever. Gross is the only airconditioned dorm with an elevator, which I will not have to use to move my stuff in, since I'm on the first floor. Scorage. And my roommate's name is Jennifer. I e-mailed her to see if there's a time when we can talk on the phone so we can get to know each other. I'm a little nervous about it.

I'm in my friends Katie and Anna's cluster (group of rooms) too, which is awesome. And apparently I'm really going to like my 'neighbor' Sarah. She's into drama and she loves Pirates, MR, LotR, and SW. We're not sure about HP yet. So maybe we can obsess together! That would be awesome, especially if she's an Aragorn fan and not a Legolas one (no offense! *ducks thrown objects*)

I've started cleaning my room and getting rid of things I don't want/don't use so after I get done I can pack for college. Wow. Either it doesn't seem real yet or my apathetic nature is going full-blast. I am excited about college, but I just don't show it I guess.

I think Eva comes home from New York today. I need to call her and see when we're gonna party for her birthday. She wanted to go to Wild Country, and I'm one of the few of her friends who would be of age for that.

I should go get dressed and start cleaning before mom gets back, or she won't be very happy...

And we definitely don't want that.

2003-07-24T00:18:00.000-05:00

You are... 'Wait, this is supposed to be a
punishment?' Yeah, I'm a little confused, too.
Stuck on a beautiful deserted island with a
shitload of rum and Captain Jack Sparrow...
What's not to like?! If you want to leave this
place, you are CRAZY!

What random made up thought from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?
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All I can say is...

Yeah, baby.

2003-07-21T15:13:00.000-05:00

I'm going to see Pirates in abou a half hour! And I didn't even need to use a cutlass. Oh, go me.

Captain Jack, here I come.

2003-07-21T13:39:00.000-05:00

You're a rabid Jack Sparrow fan. You love his khol,
drunken manner, and all around sexiness, but
you take it a little *too* far

Are you a rabid Pirates of the Caribbean fangirl?
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You've got yourself Captain Jack Sparrow! Mmm, rum
and dirtiness!

On Pirates of the Caribbean, is your mate Will or Jack?
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Mmmmm... cept one does not marry a pirate. You just snog them senseless... and things. And the lack of eyeliner in the picture makes me sad. And... dirtiness? He's a yummy pirate.

The pirate wanna-be

What kind of pirate are you? *Pirates of the Caribbean Quiz*
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Yes, it's true. I want to be a pirate. But I'd go for Jack, not Will... well... if Jack wasn't around I wouldn't mind... if ya know what I mean.

You are "Welcome to the Caribbean, love."
You're more than a little world-weary, but also
intelligent and you keep your head when things
get dodgy. You're everybody's favorite
drinking buddy, but your stubbornness does get
in the way sometimes.

Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?
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Whoo! I loved the whole island scene. I want to dance around a fire singing pirate songs and drinking rum. Sounds like fun to me!

I'm done now, really. Cause Mom's getting mad.

2003-07-21T13:18:00.000-05:00

*kicks enetation* Work, meep you.

2003-07-21T13:15:00.000-05:00

Well, I am better today. No more crying, at least. And I can bring myself to do a bit more than lie on the couch hugging a pillow while watching TV. Pirates would have made me a lot better a lot sooner, but alas, Mom wanted to go see Cinderella at the Muny Theatre. So we went there. Unfortunately, none of us enjoyed it. It was definitely one of the worst productions I've seen there, and the worst Cinderella I've seen there. It was corny, overly-drawn-out, and I didn't like the Cinderella or the Prince. I did like the step-sisters and thought they were the best part of the play. The played music was very good. The orchestra sounded like a recording, which I thought was awesome.

Other than that, we could have left at intermission and not missed out. But I said we should stay. I don't know if it's because I'm a slightly-theatrical person, but I would have felt guilty leaving during a stage production, even if the actors wouldn't have known since we were sitting in the free seats so far away. Because if I were them, I wouldn't want anyone to just up and leave in the middle. Weird, I know, but that's my logic.

Maybe I can convince Mom to go see Pirates later.

I hope so.

I need a cutlass or something. "Mother, we're going to see Pirates. Now. Savvy?"

2003-07-20T14:01:00.000-05:00

It didn't hit me until just now. It didn't seem real as Shelly gave out roses to people who'd helped out with the play after curtain call. It didn't even feel over at the cast party, when I said a few goodbyes. Didn't even click when I was standing on the empty stage after we'd taken everything down.

No, it didn't hit me until I was walking through the door carrying all my costumes and props.

It's over.

It's over and I want to cry. It's getting worse as I type this, and I know how pathetic it sounds. I'm crying over a play.

But actually, I'm not. I'm crying over the play, yes, but only partially. I'll have the songs and dance moves stuck in my head for months to come (especially now that Shelly gave me a CD of the Broadway version). But I won't have the people, or the place. That's gone for probably a whole year. I won't have Kate or Sappy or Woody or Malcolm or Loopy or Dave. I won't even have Anna. In a month, I'll be in Chicago, and they'll all still be here, looking forward to the Halloween performance they'll do.

It was two months. Two months that I knew them. But God, I like most of them better than the people I've known my whole high school years, or even my whole life. I'm at home there, after getting over my shyness, and I love them all. Even though they smoke and drink and even though some of them can be complete asses. But I can't stay mad when he ignores me or when he acts like nothing happened at all. And I can put up with the smoke and everything.

But now I won't have to anymore. I won't have that life for so long.

I've known that this has been coming, but it didn't seem real. There would always be another show, it seemed, another practice, another time. I at least thought I'd see more of them at take-down today. But I didn't get to say goodbye to him when his girlfriend wasn't around, didn't get to give him the hug that I wanted to.

I almost feel bad for writing about this constantly. But I don't. Because this is my blog and this is what it's for. It's for me to say what I need to say when I'm feeling completely miserable like this.

The play made me so happy. You have no idea. I would wait each day until I could leave for practice or the performance, would actually get there far before I needed to just so I could hang around and talk with my friends. And walking towards the door to my house today, my arms loaded with my blanket and my bags of props, I just stopped and realized that Joseph was over. Robert's gone, heading off to Florida right now. God knows if I'll ever see him again, or the others. I hope I will. I hope I'll come down to see the plays I can't be in and I hope I'll be in the summer play. But you never know who might not be there. Even if they're all there, it'll still be different. It won't be my first, like this was. It may be better though. I'll already know the people, know what they're like, know what I'm like with them.

All the props are back upstairs, the flats are below the stage, the auditorium's swept up, and all the costumes are gone. The stage looked so empty, far more so than the first time I had seen it empty.

I remember walking into the theatre for the first time we got to practice in there and thinking, "God, this is gonna be great."

It was.

Two months. God, it felt like so much more.

I made a comment last night at the cast party. Malcolm was asking Robert's wife if they were going to leave a mailing address for them, and she made a face and kinda shook her head (kidding, of course). Then I said, "Why do you think they're leaving?!" After laughing, Malcolm looks at me and goes, "You've only been with us two months. How do you know us so well?"

I just shrugged and smiled. I would wonder the same thing myself, but I don't have to. What he didn't understand was that for those two months, this play became my life. As I'm sure you all know by now. But that's how I know.

Good Lord, this post is getting so long. I'm past the urge to cry, I think. Almost did several times while writing this. I think this is what's called getting emotionally attached. I don't usually do that. It sounds horrible, but I'm more attached to the play people than to most of my real life friends. I didn't cry at graduation. Didn't ever feel the need to, even afterwards. But just walking through the door with the remains of my play life almost brought me to tears. Now I know why Eva was crying after Sound of Music.

I'm going to stop now and go. I wanted to write, but I really don't think I could manage anything decent. My stomach is still twisted in that 'pre-crying feeling' that makes you feel almost sick. Well, there's one thing you can be thankful for now. I won't be writing about the play anymore after this.

I know it sounds completely sappy and overdramatic, but I only wish I could.

2003-07-19T15:31:00.000-05:00

Little over 2 hours until I leave for the play. I should probably go get my shower and such.

*sigh* It's the last night of the play. After striking the set tomorrow... that'll be it. God, I don't want it to be over. (Warning: Pathetic rehash of things said many times previously) I know I'm going to do this again next year, but still. A whole year. That's a rather long time, it seems.

Ah well. I'll stop being obsessive for about 2 minutes. I wish ff.n would work. I want to read Airelle's Pirates fics. Hopefully they'll bring inspiration so I can write again.

Bah, I'm tired. That's a bad thing. I'm going to be out late at the cast party tonight, plus I have to get up for early church tomorrow so I can be out of church in time to strike the set.

Hmm.. And I WASN'T going to talk about the play. I see how well that worked.

I'm going now.

Before I get started again.

2003-07-18T23:34:00.000-05:00

Ah look, I'm blogging again. Sick of me yet? No? Surprising.

Second-to-last night of the play was tonight. It went so, so well. I think it was our best performance yet. And I was so hyper before and after and... yeah. It was great. I just love everyone so much. Especially my guys. Woody and Malcolm are offically my guys. I decided. Haven't told them yet, but I've decided. They're both just awesome. They're big, they're funny, I just want to hug both of them. And I'm sure they wouldn't mind, either. Apparently, they're 'keeping me' so I have to come back next summer and do another play. Not that I mind.

Dammir, I just don't want it to be over. And tomorrow's it. The last day. And then the cast party. And then take down on Sunday. Anna won't be there, but I'm going. Not sure about the after-take-down party though. I might go.

...

Maybe.

They're playing volleyball at this place and apparently they play rough and tackle or something... I'm afraid I'll get killed or something. I'm a weakling, savvy? (Yes, I'm still obsessed with pirates. So sue me, matey. Arg.) But yeah... I want to go, because it's the last time I'm going to see them... but on the other hand, I don't want to die.

Decisions, decisions.

We'll just see how the cast party goes, then we'll decide, shall we?

Well good, as long as we're all settled on that then.

2003-07-18T16:57:00.000-05:00

Ff.n, I hate you so.

A little under an hour to go until I can leave for the play. I'm so bored. I spent over an HOUR playing piano, and I never play. I haven't touched the thing in ages. But I just sat down, pulled out my old music books and started playing. It's rather ironic... I played longer than I ever did when I was actually taking piano lessons. Then I practiced my audition piece for flute, because I need it to be good, and it's not quite there yet. Parts of it are, but two sections need to go a lot faster.

So now I'm out of things to do.

Oh, but now I have to go set the table for dinner. Then the play. Yay!

2003-07-18T13:01:00.000-05:00

Am compulsively blogging. Because I have nothing better to do until the play tonight. I could drive to the mall so they can take off the stupid freaking safety tag that they neglected to take off when I bought the darned thing. ... And I really wanted to wear that shirt today too. Bah.

But I have started writing my pirate fic. And I'm going to show you all the beginning, just because... well, I can. And I know you all want to read it so much.

~

The seas were high and the rum was certainly not gone by the time that Jack Sparrow... wait... what's that? Oh yes... of course.

Ahem.

The seas were high and the rum was certainly not gone by the time that Captain Jack Sparrow woke up in... well... to tell the truth, he wasn't quite certain where he was. He couldn't really remember everything about last night. But that was probably due to the half-finished bottle of rum still clutched in his hand. There were three more on the counter... but those were empty.

No, the rum was not gone. This was a very good thing.

~

Beautiful, ain't it? (And by beautiful, I mean corny.) Notice how he hasn't spoken yet? That's because I'm still not sure how to write him. So right now he's just... hungover. Right.

Anyway.

I want to see the movie again.

I'm getting mad at the reviews I'm reading that diss Pirates. It was a wonderful, wonderful movie. They just don't understand the beauty that is being a pirate. Or maybe they're just jealous that they're a movie critic and not a pirate.

That really must be it.

I'm gonna go eat lunch now, so Mom doesn't give me a lecture about not eating right or enough or whatever. Just because a frozen blue raspberry drink at the movie theater was my lunch yesterday doesn't mean I'm not eating right... I rather enjoyed it.

Silly Mothers.

2003-07-18T12:18:00.000-05:00

Why is no one online? Siriusly. I get home and apparently Storm was on while I was gone. But now she's not. Great timing, eh? And no one else is on either, as Nita is in... Seattle, was it? Something like that.

I have 80's hair today. *bounces around* I likes it. It's like... swooped back on the sides. Gotta love the hairspray, man. You just do. I told Kate that I'd try to get my 80's hair back for today and I did. Scorage. It needs to be bigger though.

I want a Captain Jack layout. Anyone wanna make me one with pretty pictures? *bats eyelashes furiously* I'll write you slash... or something else if you're not a slashy sorta person. No offense to Haldir and Elrond, but I'm getting a bit tired of the layout. I've had it for longer than most... but it's so pretty. Elves are pretty.

I'm still in such a weird mood. (Like you can't tell) It's leftovers from seeing pirates and from play practice, all combined. So... wow. I'm just random and insane and happy despite the miserable weather outside. And I have 80's hair. That just makes everything happy.

Don't you think?

I should go feed my dog now. Then perhaps I'll try writing. Keep your fingers crossed for that one.

2003-07-18T01:18:00.000-05:00

I really, really should be in bed. And I tried that, I did. But I couldn't sleep. I even read from one of my books. Didn't help. Just tossed around and thought about the play.

I am so obsessed. I really am. I don't know what I'm going to do after this weekend, cause it'll be over. And it was my life. There was nothing outside of the play (except now for pirates) and now it's going to be gone and I'm going to be sad.

The cast party is right after the performance on Saturday. We're going to a pool. Should be... interesting. Especially since there's going to be a cash bar and most everyone there, save for Anna and me, drinks. Like I said... interesting. But I think it'll still be fun. I'm going to miss them all so much. It's different with this from other plays I've been in. Those have all been through school, where I see the people in them ALL THE TIME. I won't see these guys again unless I do another production next year. And that just makes me sad. I've probably said this before, but I don't care. I'm going to freaking miss them. And I'm going to miss Kate's constant use of the f-word and telling me I look like Barbara Streisand and all the made up lyrics to songs that Sappy comes up with ("Who's the sheep, who's the sheep?!") and Robert's voice and baby-face and Woody's teasing and laugh and Muppet-voice. I'm a completely different person around them. I'm not as shy, I cuss and say things I normally would keep to myself. It's like me online... in person.

Bah. Before I get sappy about the play or something, I'm going to move on.

I still can't write. It's bugging me. I wanted to write a pirate fic, but, guess what... I can't. Storm's right... Captain Jack is meeping hard to write... I can't even begin to think of how to write him. Maybe I just need to see the movie again. Yeah. (y) I think I will. Soon. But Good Lord, that man is hot in that movie. Siriusly and remusly hot. I'm not sure what it is, cause I'm not really a Johnny Depp girl... but wow. I think it's a combination of his facial hair (another thing I don't normally like), eyeliner (which is HOT), pirate look, the way he acts and the looks he gives, his crazy talk, and his insane brilliance. It's all of that rolled into one that makes him hot, which makes me very happy.

Orlando was nothing to scoff at either. Especially in the feathered hat. Oh yeah, baby.

I want a pirate.

And I want to be one.

But we've covered that, haven't we?

"But why is the rum gone?!"

Oh, that made me giggle so much. I love him.

Captain Jack, I'm yours. And I won't slap you. Siriusly.

2003-07-17T16:46:00.000-05:00

It's official. I'm going to give up the former dreams of writing and such nonsense. I'm going off with Storm to be a pirate.

Savvy?

Yes, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean. And loved it. And loved Captain Jack Sparrow. I want to see it again. Repeatedly. And be a pirate.

Conversation with my dad when he got home:

Dad: Was it good?
Me: Yesssssss... Can I be a pirate?
Dad: Sure... wait... one of those skeleton pirates?
Me: No!
Dad: Oh. Okay.

And now, before I go, I found my pirate name. Scorage.

Your pirate name is: Mad Anne Flint
Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

That's me, folks... er... mateys.

2003-07-15T13:29:00.000-05:00

The Sickness has got me again.

And I have a dentist appointment today.

And my hair is crazy.

Wow, this day is not looking good.

2003-07-14T01:26:00.000-05:00

Two fics uploaded today, both LotR, both a bit melancholy and strange. Still, I'll give you the links and you tell me what you think. You know how it works.

First, a Faramir/Eowyn is here.

The second fic, Lay of Luthien, you'll find here.

2003-07-12T22:40:00.000-05:00

I feel rather anticlimatic.

It's really not a very good feeling.

And I hate men. I really, really do. I was watching The Wedding Planner, but two things sickened me.

1) Jennifer Lopez has a big butt.
2) It mirrored my life a bit too much.

Therefore, I am no longer watching it and am moping instead.

Fun. Really.

2003-07-11T00:07:00.000-05:00

Dress rehearsal tonight.

Tired.

Hurting.

Goodnight.

2003-07-09T15:41:00.000-05:00

Oh, I forgot to mention my dreams. (I sound like Joseph now... 'I dreamed I saw eleven stars, the sun and moon and sky... bowing down before my star... it made me wonder why...') Last night I dreamed again that I was pregnant, only this time I wasn't worried like last time and my parents knew and I was just... fine with it. I also dreamed about Lamentations, which is a first. I've never dreamed about a fic before. I was reading it and it was the part that Nita showed us with the header about Auriga being in St. Mungo's. And then there was lots more under it but it had nothing to do with St. Mungo's. *shrug* Odd.

I almost passed out last night at practice. That wasn't cool. But don't worry, it's good now. Just the heat and standing up too fast after 'groveling.'

2003-07-09T15:36:00.000-05:00

Between late night practices where I dance and sing despite the heat and early morning volunteering with the 1st graders for Vacation Bible School, I believe I'm going to die. I do believe I have all I need for my costume for Joseph. Score. Figured out a headdress and a belt thing today, so I'm set. And last night I did the Go Go Jo dance without screwing up. I have forgotten how to sing my harmony part while dancing though, but hey, you can't win 'em all.

I'm actually writing now. Shocker, I know. Storm saved me from The Sickness the other day by naming a random character for me to write about, and hence my new one-shot was born. Hooray for Storm! Yeah... I'm tired. Blah.

I really, really hope the musical goes well.

2003-07-07T15:39:00.000-05:00

Right then... um... blogging... my life. Let's see. Well, this week marks the beginning of hell week for the musical. Last night we practiced for six hours. Blaaaaaaaaaaaah. It was fun, really. But siriusly, it rather was, except for learning the hellish choreography for 'Go Go Jo.' Well, it was hellish for me, because I have no coordination. But I've nearly got it.

I think the most fun part is being the adoring girl for Pharaoh. We get to fawn over Woody and lounge at his feet. (Woody, while we were doing this yesterday, made the comment that it was a very interesting experience for him) At the end of the song, Missy and I faint on each other. Mehehe. Then when Joseph interprets the dreams and gets made Pharaoh's right hand man, we all pretty much mob him and sing and throw ourselves all over him. It's great fun.

The first night is Friday. Eeeeeee. I'm pretty sure we'll be ready by then. I've found most everything for my costume and such, but STILL. It's like the biggest part I've ever had for anything. I'm in almost every song, I have to dance (baaaaad thing for Dia) and just... yeah. Wow. Guess I really know how you feel now, Storm, always acting and such. Interesting. And fun. And exhausting. My feet hurt so much last night... course it didn't help that I was wearing flip flops. Ah well.

I wish I had practice tonight, but we don't. Not till Tuesday. And I really want to go. I'm dumb like that. I'm going to miss it so much next weekend when it's over. Really. It's been so much fun and ever since I've been a brother I've been opening up a lot more and talking to the other people and getting to know them and sorta-kinda flirting in the way you do in a production like this... just cause it's fun.

I even dreamed about the play last night. Good Lord. Course, I've been having a lot of weird dreams... mostly about guys I know, and mostly ones that freak me out. I wish they'd stop. I'm trying to be all 'screw the whole boyfriend thing' and it was working until I started having these damn dreams. I don't want them. They feel so real and then I wake up and it's like a punch in the stomach when I realize that it was just a dream and that I still have no one.

But it's okay. Really.

I really want to finish Slytherins All. I have it opened and I'm trying to remember where I was going with it. I just want it done, before I think of how dumb it is and how much I want to just rework the whole thing. Because I can't rework it. Because I have so many other unfinished fics that I can't afford to restart another one if I read through SA from the beginning. So I won't.

I have so much to work on. TMOAL is one that I really want to write, but I just don't know how anymore. And then IAEB, which I DID restart. Blah. But it needed it. Desperately. And one day, I'll write another chapter. In a few months or so, you know. In all my spare college time. And TOC. I actually wrote a bit on it the other day, surprisingly, and thought about what's coming up. Revelations, drama, bickering... the works.

But lately, I've been so... not in the writing mood. I stare at a Word document or at notebook and there's just... nothing. I don't know if it's Writer's Block or just summer heat taking it's toll on me or just a lack of interest. But I don't like it, whatever the hell it is.

And on top of that, I really wish I could make my own template. I do. You have no idea. Then I wouldn't have to rely on poor Milla whenever the whim of a new template takes me by surprise.

Well, I think that's enough rambling about completely dull and uninteresting things. No one's online. I suppose I'll try to write. We'll see how that works out. Ha.

Ha ha.

Ha ha ha.

2003-07-06T15:15:00.000-05:00

I suppose I should write about something.

Oh well.

2003-07-02T11:56:00.000-05:00

My doggie had surgery on his other back leg yesterday (he had surgery on the first one about 3 months ago). He's so sad... can hardly walk and just looks at us and whines pathetically. *hugs dog* My poor baby.

And yet, it's amazing how getting a letter in the mail can simply make your day. And pictures! Yay! (I told my mom it was from Kate. Shhh...)

2003-07-01T13:41:00.000-05:00

When summer comes, it makes me sleepy. Well, not so much sleepy as lethargic and lazy. I'd much rather sit for endless hours on the computer or lying sprawled unladylike across my bed with a magazine or book than do something more useful, like exercising to loose the tummy I've gained over the past year or clean my room before I leave it for a dorm. The only thing that motivates me to leave the house and face the hair-wilting, stifling humidity is the prospect of shopping or musical practice. All else fails to interest me.

But I did go shopping today. (Went last night too, coincidentally) Bought a cute pair of shoes, a set of three tanks, and some adorable unmentionables (as Milla would say), along with some cleanser and medication to battle my accursed hormones. I wanted to stop for a treat on the way home, but was sadly out of money. Blast.

I'm still waiting for Storm's letter to arrive and am practically willing to wait outside the mailbox each afternoon until the post arrives.

But Mr. Postman did bring me 2 magazines yesterday, and I still have one left. Seeing as I'm completely uninspired to write anything, I do believe that I'll assume the sprawling position and ignore the fact that the dishes need to be taken out of the dishwasher.

2003-06-30T19:55:00.000-05:00

Bit of a slashy young SS/LM piece up here.

2003-06-30T19:35:00.000-05:00

Gah. What is wrong with you, you stupid blog?

2003-06-28T22:28:00.000-05:00

Oh, let's go for some more. These are from Orlando Bloom.

On him and Viggo on set:
"We have these digs at each other, Viggo will go on about Elves and how they're always doing their nails and brushing their long blond hair and being all prissy. And I just say: 'Well, at least I'm going to live forever! Got that? Forever!" - Orlando

"Vig used to call me 'elf boy', and I'd call him 'filthy human'. As an Elf, I never got a scratch on me, never got dirty. And Vig would come out with blood and sweat all over him. And he'd say to me, 'Oh, go manicure your nails.'" - Orlando

On downtime during Lord of the Rings:
"I was having a Viggo moment--running out, getting people to come and check out the moon." Some decided to wade into the stream, but Mortensen suggested the more perilous task of crossing the river. "I'm like, 'Fuck off', and he says, 'Come on.' So we're barefoot, waist-high in water, walking on these little rocks to get to the other side and I'm doing it because I'm an idiot and I'm following his lead. Because he's an idiot. And because he's amazing. I can't believe how much this is going to make me sound like I'm in love with the guy." - Orlando to Premiere Magazine (January 2003).

Well, who wouldn't be in love with the guy?

2003-06-28T22:26:00.000-05:00

This was far too amusing not to share. From an interview with Viggo Mortensen

From Premiere Magazine (January 2003)
Question: What do you think makes you sexy?
Viggo: I don't really know how to deal with that question. I'm sure that there's just as many people who think I'm a grizzled hack.
Q: I guess Brad Pitt's the pretty boy type of hunk and your the, you know...
V: ...the grizzled hack version? Do you think we should play brothers or something?
Q: You should.
V: Or lovers?
Q: Maybe lovers. Yeah.
V: You think people would pay to see that?

That's just great. It really is.

2003-06-28T22:15:00.000-05:00

Well, I'm back from River Forest. Had a good time, naturally. Saw the Art of Music concert, saw a few people from last year, talked to the professors and Doc, then hung out with Katie and Krista listening to the new Wind Symphony CD. After I went to bed, I was kept up for hours by my parents' snoring and thought I would go mad. 6 o'clock came all too soon, and I tried to make myself look decent with not much to work with. Ah well. The Jump Start was fun, if entirely pointless for me since I've been to RF so many times already. But still, I got to meet some new people, including cute guys. Talked to them too, go me! Made me v. excited about college. Like one of the guys there said... it's a fresh start. I'm ready, let me tell you.

I'd write more, but I'm feeling scattered enough without trying to form coherent sentences that anyone would want to read. As if the multitudes really flock to read this anyway.

2003-06-26T16:27:00.000-05:00

I'm burned.

Went to Raging Rivers, a waterpark, yesterday with some friends. It was tons of fun, but by the time I got home and changed from my swimsuit, I was starting to become red in places, even though I'd put on sunscreen. My chest got the worst of it, and there are a few patches of pink on my shoulders. Overall, I got a nice tan on my arms, and my legs aren't quite as freakishly pale as they were. Always a plus, don't you think?

I have musical practice tonight, and tomorrow we're leaving for River Forest, for a sort of visit day where I plan my classes and such. Tomorrow night is the Art of Music concert (the camp I went to for the past two summers) and hopefully we'll be there in time to see it. Saturday is the actual day of the college thing. I'll be home Saturday night.

Now I'm off to write some odd bit of fanfiction so I can have something to upload.

2003-06-23T20:47:00.000-05:00

Ah, a more happy poem now, about Gildy dear... right about... here.

2003-06-23T16:37:00.000-05:00

Now, in the fashion of Nita, here is my first OotP-canon fic. Unlike hers, however, it's rather sad. Made me cry while writing it, and I don't think I've done that before.

Click here, if you would.

2003-06-22T22:12:00.000-05:00

I'm going to stop now.

Really, I am.

I think I'll go write fanfic or something. It'll end up being horribly depressing, but I don't bloody care.

2003-06-22T22:11:00.000-05:00

But.... WHY? *cries again*

2003-06-22T22:09:00.000-05:00

Oh, but Snape.

I love him. More than ever before.

2003-06-22T22:08:00.000-05:00

No.

It's not true. Really.

And I did not just spend the last half hour sobbing, trying to read through tears constantly welling up in my eyes, hating it and loving it all at the same time.

My God.

I just... can't quite believe it.

2003-06-21T10:37:00.000-05:00

It's mine. It's all mine. I claimed it, stood in line in front of a cute guy and talked about it, bought it, and drove home with it on my lap with my hand on top of it. I'm so emotional right now. Last night when I saw it at Steak and Shake, I teared up. Siriusly. But I don't care. It's Book Five and you all understand, don't you? And last night it was all I dreamed about... horrible dreams where I would go to Borders and they would be out, or we couldn't pick them up until Wednesday... I remember just repeatedly saying "Book Five, Book Five, Book Five," but I'm not sure if that was in my dreams or while I was awake. I kept waking up and KNOWING that I was going to get it soon. And now I have it. It's so beautiful and blue and sitting on my lap right now (weighing down on my legs, but who cares?!) and I can't wait.

Oh, I must read it. Forever. And never stop.

Oh, Harry and Ron and Dumbledore and Sinistra (she'd better be in it) and SNAPE.

Oh, I've missed them.

But now they're back.

In my book.

I love it.

2003-06-21T01:43:00.000-05:00

Oh, I saw it.

I SAW IT.

I was at Steak and Shake after midnight and this girl walks in with a HP shirt on. So I mentioned that. Then I saw that she HAD IT. I was staring at it the rest of the time we were there, wanting so badly to ask her to just hold it. Of course, everyone made fun of me, but I didn't care. They didn't understand.

I SAW IT.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow, it will be mine. Well, actually... in about 7 hours.

Oh, that is beautiful.

2003-06-20T16:11:00.000-05:00

I've been watching the Fellowship of the Ring Appendices the past few days, and I am simply fascinated. When you watch a movie, you have no idea of the work and thought and planning that goes into even one simple scene. Sets have to be built, costumes designed, scripts written and re-written, previsualizations and storyboards and finding locations and special effects. Some of it you think about, like "Wow, those are really good special effects." But for the most part, I don't think we realize it. I don't, usually. But then you watch something like this and I'm simply blown away.

Plus, I'm insanely jealous of Tolkien's brilliance. I mean, the man created entire languages all his own. I have a hard time coming up with decent names for characters. His books are timeless, ageless, and simply wonderful. After watching the part on Tolkien and the history of Middle-Earth and such, I dug out my copy of The Hobbit and started reading. I was at the beginning of The Return of the King, but I had to start at the beginning. I had to read them again. I hadn't in so long. And I had forgotten so much. What hobbits were really like, what Bilbo's hobbithole looked like, and the dwarves. I had forgotten all about Kili and Fili and Oin and Gloin and Thorin and their blue, red, white, green and grey hoods and how they called Bilbo 'Burglar Baggins'. When the first dwarf arrived at Bilbo's door (with the secret mark on it), I was so unbelievably excited. And I could see them, all of them, though the tended to resemble their counterparts in the old cartoon movie. (Bilbo did too, with curly brown hair and red, round cheeks and sparkling blue eyes with his vest on and pipe in hand.) Then there was the first glimpse of the elves, with their teasing songs and phrases, calling through the trees. Also Elrond, powerful and majestic, finding the moonrunes and telling the names of their swords. Rivendell seemed so real. And I felt like a kid again, stepping into a world of magic.

I've missed it so.

2003-06-20T11:27:00.000-05:00

Yesterday was my two year anniversary of being on ff.n. So, in the spirit of things...

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to my fanfiction account,
Happy birthday to you.

Alright, so I'm getting a bit giddy. But...

TOMORROW.

2003-06-18T15:49:00.000-05:00

No Rocky Horror for me. Dammir, dammir, dammir.

Am instead sitting here writing slash. What else is a girl to do, I ask you.

Also am bloody bored. Would someone kindly get online before I go mad? (Yes, more so than usual, Nita. Now hush.)

I really should finish some of my chapter fics. SA, TMOAL, IAEB, TOC... and yet they sit in forgotten chapterfic hell. Poor things. You almost feel sorry for them. ... Almost.

2003-06-18T12:14:00.000-05:00

My future, ladies and gentleman, courtesy of this site-

You will live in Apartment.
You will drive a Red Box on wheels.
You will marry Alan Rickman and have 17 kids.
You will be a Mime in Hawaii.

Hmm. If it weren't for the Alan Rickman part, I would be rather upset.

2003-06-18T10:37:00.000-05:00

I should not have been woken up at 9. Mother, that just wasn't nice.

And dammir, I wanna watch RHPS today. Ambyre needs to be home. *sigh* I need to watch this. Soon.

Oh, and I started a new original short story this morning. Haven't been able to write anything since I finished The Dashing Ms. Missouri Brown. I think it was some sort of aftereffect of having actually finished a short story. It was weird.

Anyway. I'm off for now, to try to plan our RHPS viewing and to at least get ready for the day. I probably can't stay in my pajamas forever, right?

2003-06-16T11:39:00.000-05:00

Oh, and I think Where the Heart Is is one of the best books I have ever, ever read.

2003-06-16T11:36:00.000-05:00

Well, last night I finished my first "real" short story. I'm not counting childhood attempts at fiction or fanfiction here. This is a 100% original work, written out in a blank book, no less. I'm going to type it up today, but I'm not going to post it on fictionpress or anything. However, I would really appreciate someone looking at it for me and telling me what they really think and what I could change or do better. So don't be surprised if I ask one of you later on MSN.

On a different note, not many of you will understand the humour in this, but I have to share for those who will. Yesterday, while driving home from my cancelled musical practice, I passed a car that's license plates read...

... wait for it...

DUA.

No kidding, kids. I just started laughing, then thought, "Hey! What's she doing with my license plates!?"

2003-06-15T11:57:00.000-05:00

Oh, and I really hate ff.n right now. All the reviews I got the past few days and read through e-mail while ff.n was acting up have been eated (probably by Fido the Satan Dog), and I want them back, meep it. I want to be able to see them, and I wanted to see how long exactly the review was that I left for Storm's Reflections of Erised.

How do I loathe thee, ff.n? Let me count the ways.