i still hate mondays

09 08 08

2009-08-09T02:42:49Z

"How nice! You came to greet me in person! Oh! Oh! I have this fabulous innovation I want you to... It's—it's called a cupcake."

Stargate SG-1, Season 9, Episode 16

09 07 20

2009-07-21T03:25:38Z

Up where they walk
Up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I could be
Part of that world

09 07 04

2009-07-05T05:04:08Z

Happy birthday, America.

09 05 16

2009-05-16T20:42:30Z

Here's to one year growing older.

I might be starting a new project soon; keep an eye out.

09 05 02

2009-05-02T23:29:10Z

[Insert appropriate Batman quote here.]

Hawaii

2009-04-16T01:14:13Z

I went to Hawaii this past week. Here are a collection of photos from Hawaii, most recent at the top, old photos at the bottom.

09 04 10

2009-04-11T03:07:07Z

Time for the weather report. It's cold out folks. Bonecrushing cold. The kind of cold which will wrench the spirit out of a young man, or forge it into steel.

- Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Lost and Found, 1992

churchillclaps @ 2009-04-09T12:13:00

2009-04-09T19:20:35Z

I have no clever words to say.

09 04 08

2009-04-08T19:02:46Z

Decision is made. Goodbye, LA; hello, New York.

09 03 24

2009-03-25T01:46:36Z

It's been a while.

Veronica: Oh, you're so lucky, Hilary Faye.
Hilary Faye: Yeah. I could have had a Lexus Gold Edition, you know.
Veronica: Wow. Roland is blessed with such a thoughtful sister. In countries like China, Hilary Faye probably would have been killed at birth.
Hilary Faye: Yeah...and then where would you be, Roland?
Roland: China.

- Saved!

09 02 14

2009-02-14T18:17:24Z

I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me.

- Northern Downpour, Panic at the Disco

Happy Valentine's Day.

09 02 13

2009-02-13T22:37:57Z

No more smiles, no more tears
No more prayers, no more fears
Nothing left, why go on
When your lover is gone
Shout with one, ring the bells
Throughout the towns and the farms
Will the shouts and the bells
Bring him back to my arms
Must each man go to war
Evermore, evermore
While some lone woman stands,
Empty heart, empty hands.
When the time came to part
And he kissed me goodbye
From the depths of my heart
Came a great lonely cry.

- Heaven Have Mercy, Edith Piaf

09 02 05

2009-02-06T01:01:57Z

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

— Flanders Field, Lt.-Col. John McCrae

09 02 04

2009-02-05T05:33:02Z

The grass was clipped
The summer sun
Was beating down on my front yard
All the boys and girls would laugh
I'd watch them through the curtain's crack

Place all your bets and watch me lose
The life that I got but never used
Dream every night that one will come true
But only bad ones ever do

Out Through The Curtain - The Hush Sound

09 02 03

2009-02-04T03:36:50Z

This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin
Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in
Now you're outside me
You see all the beauty
Repent all your sin

- Your Ex-Lover is Dead, Stars

Thoughts on the election and gay rights

2008-11-06T04:35:59Z

So America. We did it; we elected our first black president. And I will admit, Obama's speech brought tears to my eyes. But while we took that giant, symbolic step forward, we also took a giant step back - in gay rights.

I'm not even gonna get into my discussion of race and why I think America still has race problems. I'm merely going to discuss the outcomes of several gay rights propositions.

In California, Prop 8 passed, meaning that the California Supreme Court decision to legalize gay marriage was voided and our state constitution was amended to define marriage as between a man and a woman. The same sort of proposition was passed in Arizona and Florida. In Arkansas, it was made virtually impossible for gays to adopt, as to adopt, it is required that the couple be married.

The main thing that bothers me about homophobic people is that they claim that somehow two men getting married will affect their marriages. Nothing could be more absurd, in my opinion. Of course, there are roots for this.

I was having a debate with a girl on Facebook regarding this issue. She claimed that being Christian meant that you were against homosexuality. First of all, this is not true. Second of all, I resent the fact that people assume that all Christians are bigoted. It's wrong to criticize the religious beliefs of Jews and Muslims because that's intolerant, but it's perfectly fine to criticize Christianity? What a double standard. And guess what? They all derive from the same religious text.

Now, I'm not a Christian, don't get me wrong. I don't actually believe in religion, because I feel it pressures people to be a certain way. People expect Christians to be bigoted against homosexuals, against atheists. And yet there are atheists who are just as overzealous as the evangelicals. It's not all right to force your religious beliefs on anyone. Atheists claim their belief is the only true way - but so do Christians and Jews and Muslims. Atheism is just another religion, albeit one that does not believe in a God.

But I'm getting off-topic. The religious basis for considering homosexuality a sin stems from Leviticus 18:22, in which it says, "Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; it is an abomination." There's more, but that is the most explicit mention of homosexuality in the Bible/Torah that I know of, but I will admit that I'm not an expert.

First of all, Leviticus is kind of an insane book of the Bible. Aside from that, Christians do not have to accept all of the Bible. Most Christians don't keep kosher! And guess where that idea comes from? That's right - Leviticus.

Second of all, I don't feel that a religion that follows Jesus, who preached tolerance like no other, should be bigoted. Christians aim to follow in Jesus's footsteps, yes? Jesus was not a bigot.

Anyway. In regards to religion and it's place in government: it doesn't belong. Period. You are completely entitled to your religious beliefs as long as it doesn't infringe on anyone else's rights. The 'moral' objection to homosexuality stems from religion. Anti-gay people claim that homosexuality is unnatural and is the result of either a conscious decision or some event. However, this is markedly untrue. Homosexuality occurs in nature, perhaps not all the time, but it does occur. And would anyone really like to make the argument that gays decide to be persecute for who they love?

So the real objection to homosexuality stems from the fact that they believe that their God is against gays. Fine. They are perfectly within their rights to believe that. However, this belief has no place in government. They are not second-class citizens. They deserve the same rights and privileges that heterosexuals receive.

Which brings me to the issue of gay marriage. Someone argued that gay marriage is not protected under the equal protection clause of the Fourteenth Amendment because Legal Partnerships offer all the same benefits; they just don't get the title of 'marriage'. This sounds an awful lot like 'separate but equal' to me. Maybe marriage rights aren't protected under the Constitution - but there is clear legal basis for legalizing same-sex marriage.

Yes, civil unions offer the same benefits (and I think it is important to note that Florida's amendment included a clause that refused to recognize any 'marriage-like' union that wasn't a marriage) but they are inherently unequal because they are offered to one type of person. Remember Brown v. Board? Sure, the schools may have theoretically been equal, but the fact that Linda Brown was forced to go to a different school because of her race was inherently unequal.

It's been more than fifty years since Brown v. Board and we have a new kind of 'separate but equal' in America. It's a problem that many refuse to face, because it makes them feel uncomfortable. I have my theories on why many people are afraid of homosexuality, but that is a discussion for another time.

In the meantime, I would like to point this out: one of the main campaign strategies of the Yes on Prop 8 crowd was to claim that gay marriage would be taught in schools. My question is what the hell is wrong with that? If we exposed kids to alternative lifestyles, we could eliminate the bigotry that exists in our country. I'm not saying that we talk about gay sex to five year olds; I just think that homosexuality should at least be acknowledged in sex education. Because it is not presented to us as the norm, gay teens are much more reluctant to come out.

The main problem is that we are still presented with the idea that to be gay is to be different. Yes, it does put you in the minority. But it does not mean that there is something wrong with you. And by not allowing same-sex marriages, we are portraying civil unions and same-sex relationships as not as significant or valid as heterosexual relationships. This will only increase the prejudice that exists.

I should cut myself off before I ramble too much. These are just my quick thoughts. I am always open to friendly debate. Any hateful, vindictive comments will be deleted and ignored.

churchillclaps @ 2008-09-12T21:08:00

2008-09-13T04:10:48Z

Can I just say that University of Washington has the most annoying application in the world?? Why can't I just submit my transcript?? Why must you make me type it up for you??

By the way, some friends of mine are in a competition for a band thingy. They really want to win because, "Senior year is get big or bust," according to their bassist. If you can, try voting for them here. They're called Defense Breaks Down.

Yay!

2008-08-17T05:52:06Z

I'm hooooome! And I am going to Warped tomorrow, so a full recap will be...soon? Also, pictures will be up eventually with comments etc by me.

Article from my book

2008-07-28T02:59:13Z

To put it succinctly, the story is based on King Arthur. There is a band with the reincarnation of Arthur in it.

...just roll with it, okay?

MORGAN LEWIS, the enigmatic primary lyricist and song writer for Ladies' Knight, opens the door to their bus with a smile and a cigarette in her hand. She exhales a cloud of smoke and opens the door wider.

"Welcome to our humble abode," she says dryly, and welcomes me in.

THE TALE of Ladies' Knight is fairly well-known, though it is extremely complicated. Four of the five members are related. Lead guitarist Lance Lac jokes, "It's a total incest pit."

For those of you who've been living under a rock for the past year:

Lead singer Arthur Penn is the cousin and adopted brother of Katherine Emerson, drummer. He met Lewis at a club the summer of '03 and the two became friends. When Penn turned 18, it was discovered that Penn is, in fact, Lewis's half-brother.

To complicate matters, Penn's good friend George Nighy (bassist), is the son of Penn and Lewis's much older sister Melissa. Throw in a good friend, the Canadian Lac, and Ladies' Knight was born.

They are known for their exuberant live performances. Penn owns the stage with every ounce of charisma he has. Lac's lead guitar is reminiscent of Brian May at times, and he thrashes with the best of them. The other members take their share of the limelight too, except for the darkly beautiful Lewis.

Lewis writes most of the lyrics for Ladies' Knight and most of the music as well. Penn acknowledges Lewis's importance every chance he gets.

"Morgan, she's kinda insanely brilliant," he says. "The band couldn't exist without her, it really couldn't. She is the band. I know people tend not to notice her because she's quiet and doesn't really throw herself out there as much, but seriously. Morgan is more important than the rest of us put together."

Lewis is curiously reticent about her personal life, considering that her bandmates advertise their love lives whenever the opportunity presents itself. The only thing that is known about her is that she has a five year old son named Mark.

She is quietly adoring when speaking of her son, and she tells me how he tried to play drums earlier in the week. While on tour, she leaves her son in the care of her sister, but brings him out with her when he has school breaks.

"I try to see him as much as possible," she says, stubbing her cigarette out. "He deserves to have amother, you know?"

"He's a good kid," Emerson says. "He's got talent, too. He played my drums last week and he was almost as good as me." She allows herself a small smile. "Morgan really dotes on him."

"He's my favorite nephew," Penn says, ignoring the squawk of indignation that Nighy (one of his other nephews) lets out.
Lewis doesn't say much about her son's parentage, choosing only to say that Mark's father cares a great deal for him and does all he can to help his son out.

"He does not want to be known," she says. "I respect his wishes and choose not to reveal his paternity."

WE SIT DOWN at one of the picnic tables in the parking lot, and Lewis pulls out another cigarette. She accepts a soda from a passing tech and leans back.

"Fire away," she says.

We start out with the basics: her influences, her favorite authors, her family.

"I grew up in a very odd situation," she explains. "My mother remarried when I was five, and I was shunted off to live with my sister, who'd just been married. I grew up with George and his brothers.

"It was hard," she says, "but I think it gave me a lot of time to think, to grow up."

"She was always reading," Nighy comments later. "She loved the Narnia stories and Lord of the Rings. She was a big fan of urban fantasy."

"I listened to a lot of Led Zeppelin," Lewis says. "A lot of The Beatles. But I lived in Chicago, and a lot of my friends were in the hardcore scene. That's still in our music, I think. And our lyrics."

MORGAN LEWIS may not be the most talkative of people, but she is very vocal when it comes to certain issues associated with her act.

"Everyone always asks me what it's like to be a girl in a band. And the truth is, I don't think it's all that different from being a boy in a band, except you get more shit for sleeping with people on the road. There's a double standard in our society, everyone knows that, but it's especially obvious on the road, when you're traveling with people who often do have that inbred misogyny."

Katherine Emerson has similar opinions on the subject.

"It's really f---ed up because if you're a girl and you're too girly, the techs and the other bands don't respect you. That's what Bethany [Holland, of Toy Soldiers] has to deal with all the time. Guys think she's easy, or that she can't carry her own weight. She used to be a tech and she says it sucked because no one respected her.

"But on the other hand, if you're like me, kind of tomboyish and butch and you don't really give a flying f--k what anyone else thinks, you get called a dyke."

"They get over it eventually," Lewis says. "After a while, the fact that Kate and I have boobs becomes superfluous. No one gives a shit anymore."

BUT WHAT OF the men in the band? Lance Lac is somewhat notorious for his stream of girlfriends, ranging from supermodels to actresses to girls in other bands. His on and off relationship with Bethany Holland regularly puts him back in the spotlight.

"I make some bad choices," Lac laughs self-deprecatingly. "At the moment, I'm between girlfriends. I'm just looking for someone who understands life on the road and can deal with the fact that I can't always be around."

There has of course been much speculation about intra-band relationships, but Lac says that wouldn't happen. "We're all too close for sex to become more important than the band. I wouldn't date Morgan or Kate, we're too much like siblings."

George Nighy is somewhat quieter about his love life, but his relationship with Alex Lowell of Toy Soldiers is no secret. Nighy identifies as bisexual and says that, "[he] leans more towards guys."

"I don't think it's a big deal," Nighy says. "Why should who I sleep with be all that important?"

And what of Arthur Penn, the charismatic lead singer that has many a teenage girl swooning? Reports say that he hasn't had a serious girlfriend in some time.

"I'm still pretty young," Penn points out. "And this band is very important to me. If I were to date someone seriously, it would have to be someone who didn't make me choose between her and the band."

Recently though, there have been rumors of Penn dating reporter Gwen Pierce. Pierce declined to comment, but Penn says, "Gwen and I are very good friends and she's very dear to me."

ULTIMATELY THOUGH, the band remains committed to their music above all else. They've been touring almost constantly for the past three years, and are only just now settling down to record a third album. As Lewis succinctly puts it, "Music is what we do. All we do."

...okay, right

2008-07-27T05:31:26Z

Yehudah ben Mordechai Goldberg?

We watched Hebrew Hammer yesterday - it was actually pretty epic.

Went on my date for the dating game. We had a nice time; went out for Italian food and got some coffee afterwards.

I feel like I should post a part of my book, except I feel really awkward about it.

blaaah

2008-07-15T07:01:02Z

I have played a shit ton of Super Smash Bros Melee in the past couple of days. This is insane.

Overheard conversation of the day:

Girl 1: He's just sending me really mixed signals is all.
Girl 2: Oh my god I know.
Girl 1: Like, today after class he asked me to walk to [the student union, where a lot of the main stuff is] and I was like okay. I can't do this. It's only hurting me.

Maybe I just think too much like a guy, but asking someone to walk with you somewhere is not a declaration of interest; it's just asking for some company. Usually friendly company. I mean, I get people to accompany me places all the time and I'm not necessarily interested in them.

I had an unprecedentedly productive day! I developed three rolls of film and made two prints.

Fic Post: Counting Down

2008-07-14T20:17:56Z

Counting Down
PG-13

Warnings for weirdness. Somewhat inspired by the film Gattaca and the song Hey There Delilah. Originally published in the lit magazine at my school.

Counting Down

In this world, people are born knowing the day they are going to die.

They have their birth certificates printed with a line for the date of death. Some parents ask that they not be told – to remain ignorant of fate, the way people used to be. But most have their life printed neatly on a sheet of paper, on their identification cards, on their marriage certificates (not that many people get married anymore).

It's come to the point where people count their age by how long they have left, not by how long they've lived.

Elena is one. Today, she has exactly one year left.

She spends the day crying, hands pressed tightly against her eyes. Her husband gently takes her hands, clasps them tightly.

When they married, they had an agreement. He is scheduled to die three months after her. Surely, they think, he could escape those three months and die with her.

They are not the first to think this. Others have tried to die before their time. Inevitably, they are prevented by something, because it is not their time.

Today is Gareth's death day. He doesn't know this, because his parents didn't want to know. He pities people who know when they are going to die, because they spend all of their lives with that hanging over their heads.

He dies in a car wreck. His death comes as a shock, because no one knew it was going to happen.

Wars are very different now.

Wars are more violent, with less result. Soldiers are usually sent home when their death date approaches, so that they may die among friends and family.

Others choose to die on the battlefield, but those are few. Wars don't end; they just continue and continue.

Students of history sometimes hypothesize how different history would have been if death dates had always been known. Would the World Trade Center attacks have happened, if everyone who worked there realized that they were all scheduled to die on September 11, 2001? What might have happened?

Literature is virtually nonexistent, though some still write. Almost everything is historical fiction, written before death dates, because it seems less futile and more escapist. The same goes for movies, and people rarely go anyway.

There are stories of people who escaped their death dates (of course there are).

One is a girl (woman) named Jean. She is one hundred and three years old and she is insane.

Joe and Sean are friends because they have similar death dates. That's how relationships work now; friendships, love affairs – all are forged on death dates.

To escape Death, you have to make a trade.

Jean was scheduled to die on December 21, 2097, at the age of seventeen. At seventeen, Jean was one of the most brilliant geneticists in the world. As her death approached, she grew frantic to escape it.

So when Death came for her, she was willing to trade anything.

To escape Death, you have to trade what you hold most dear – the thing that you want to live for.

Jean traded her rationality. In her few moments of lucidity, she begs for Death. Death ignores her for the time being.

Jean traded her rationality for one hundred more years. She has fourteen more to go. She counts each passing day eagerly.

When Death comes, it's said that it comes in the form of a young woman with white hair and black eyes.

When Joe meets Delilah, she has nine years left. He has one.

He falls in love with her.

It's stupid, but he can't bring himself to care. Love does that. It makes you forget all sense.

Most people don't know how to escape Death. It's not common knowledge.

Sean's brother, though. He escaped Death by giving up his love for his boyfriend.

Joe tells Delilah this when he has eleven months left. She looks at him, green eyes wide and expressionless.

"Would you do that?" she asks him quietly.

Joe thinks.

"I'd rather die than forget how to love you," he says finally, honestly.

Delilah didn't mean to fall in love with him. She didn't mean for him to fall in love with her.

She wandered into his life, and he stole her heart first, when he said, very simply, that he had one year left to live.

She took his hand as he said, "It's stupid to get attached," a moment before they fell in love.

The sun shines brightly, casting rainbows in the waterfall's spray. Joe stands beneath it, Delilah beside him, and they let the water pound the dirt and unhappiness and loneliness from them. Joe reaches for her hand and tangles their fingers together.

When Joe has nine months left and Sean has ten, they have a long talk about Delilah.

"I love her," Joe says.

"I know," Sean answers.

"Is that stupid?"

"Yes," Sean replies without hesitation. "But it's okay."

"I want to go to the movies," Joe says impulsively at eight months. Delilah looks up and smiles.

"Sure, why not?'

They catch a double feature, two classics. The first is Little Miss Sunshine, and Joe finds it a shocking reminder of how things used to be; how people never used to know the date of their deaths. It's pure escapism for people of these days.

"Beautiful," Joe says at the end of it, staring at the screen. Delilah's hand finds his and squeezes tightly.

The second film is Stranger than Fiction, a movie that had gained new relevance since it had been released, since death dates. Joe's amazed by the protagonist's ability to go on with the knowledge of his impending death hanging over him.

"Why can't people be like that?" Delilah asks. "Why can't they enjoy life?"

"I don't know," Joe answers quietly.

At one year, people are released from their jobs unless they ask not to be. Joe used to work at a design firm. He doesn't know what Delilah used to do, nor does he want to.

"I love you," Delilah tells him at seven months.

"I know," he says, and he leans his forehead against hers, breathing in her breath.

They go to places that people used to love. Amusement parks – they have lost their appeal because there's no risk left. Some still go, but the adrenaline rush is somewhat hampered by the knowledge that today is not their day.

They watch classic old films every other day; they go camping; they live life.

"I'm not going to have children," Delilah says quietly. "I don't want to bring people into this shitty world."

"Yes." Joe kisses her eyes, her cheeks, her lips.

At three months, Joe goes and buys himself a vial of poison.

Ever since death dates, general crime and murder rates have become completely different. Murder almost doesn't count as a crime any more. Knowing your own mortality changes things. Knowing that you killed someone is different when you know they would have died that day anyway.

Suicides are no longer thought of, because although they happen, it's people just choosing how they go.

Joe and Delilah read a book called I am the Messenger.

"Do you sometimes think we're a message? Or a messenger?" Delilah asks when they finish.

"Life is our message," Joe answers.

They spend one day just lying curled up together on the grass, the sun shining down upon them.

"I have on week left," Joe says calmly, seriously.

"I know." Delilah picks at a thread on the bedspread. "I'll miss you," she tells him.

"It's only eight years," Joe says, knowing that it wasn't that simple.

"Eight years too long," she replies quietly.

"You still have the choice," Delilah says when Joe has three days left. "You could make the trade."

He traces his hand down her cheek and whispers, "No. I couldn't."

Joe's breath coasts against Delilah's cheek. She watches him sleep, one eye on the clock behind his head. She counts the seconds as they pass.

(Joe had smiled when he uncorked the vial, smiled and toasted her before drinking it down and climbing into bed.)

It's 11:59:55 p.m.

She counts down.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

O n e.

"I love you," she whispers as Joe's breath slows and stops.

(She has eight years and twelve days left.)

Thing for my new writing comm!

2008-07-09T05:37:05Z

Bizarrely, the first thing he notices is that the letter is written in purple ink.

"It's written in purple ink," he says blankly. His partner looks up from her notepad and coughs loudly. He shakes his head in frustration. "Fuck, sorry."

"Yeah, well." She bites at her pen nervously. "Just read the damn letter, okay?"

He stands and backs away from the body lying on the linoleum floor, grimacing when he sees that he tracked his shoes into some of the blood puddled around the man who used to be the Minister of the Interior. He holds the letter up to the light and reads:

"Dear Mr. James Lorne and Ms. Elaine Parker,

Surely it comes as no surprise to you that I figured out who would be the investigators on this particular case. Lorne is almost certainly the most famous detective in the world after his arrest of the Plainsville killer and he goes no where without his trusty side kick Parker.

Not that I am implying you are useless, Parker. I know very well that you are essentially the brains of the operation.

But this is all irrelevant. You are standing over the body of the recently departed Thomas Olsen, the corrupt and cruel Minister who has been behind the recently increased number of restrictive laws that strip us of our natural born rights. It cannot be too much of a shock that someone - namely, me and my organization - wanted him dead.

Ah, but now you're curious, because I've mentioned my organization. It is no bluff, Lorne. It is the truth. I am part of an organization dedicated to dealing out justice in the way we see fit.

All right, who am I kidding? We do it for the money, not the morality.

Be prepared for quite a few more deaths, Lorne. This government needs fixing. And we're being paid a great deal of money to do so.

Love always,

Azrael."

He lowers the letter and stares at Elaine. "The hell?"

"Azrael?" she asks in disbelief. "The Angel of Death?"

"Some nut job," James mutters, gesturing at one of the forensics guys for a bag. He slips the letter inside. "But keep me updated on anything that shows up on this letter, okay? DNA, fingerprints, handwriting - the works. I don't care how long it takes."

"Even though it's surely just someone with some sort of justice complex?" Elaine groans and blows at a strand of hair in her face. "Fuck. Wanna go get a drink?"

"Shit, yeah." James tugs off his gloves and deposits them in the trash. "Maybe four."

As they're walking away, Elaine says, "Poison, hanging, and shooting? What happened to plain old drawing and quartering?"

"I guess this 'Azrael' wanted to make sure that Olsen was dead," James says sardonically.

What.

2008-07-06T07:51:10Z

So just now as I was closing my door to go to bed, a tiny tiny frog about the size of my fingernail hops inside my room, all, "Hey, how's it going?"

I, of course, freak out. It's tiny, all right? And I don't want to kill it. So I chase it across the room, through my roommate's piles of clothing, to the window where I finally trap it under a plastic cup. Luckily, Kieran saved me by taking it outside. Apparently these little buggers aren't uncommon.

What the hell, Stanford. Seriously. There was a frog on the ping pong table just the other day.

In other news, I watched A New Hope and Stardust today! Both were great fun, especially Stardust, as we watched that in the courtyard at night. It was a very nice evening, apart from the frogs. Which reminds me, I feel sorry for the people sleeping outside tonight - they might find themselves with a little more than they'd bargained for.

oh noes

2008-07-06T03:08:53Z

So not only am I sick, but my roommate is too. She's actually in the hospital right now, suffering from stones in her gallbladder. I feel really bad for her. /o\

Possible topics for my college essay:

Jack Harkness
Gerard Way
Keltie Colleen
Elizabeth Weir
Pete Wentz
River Tam