My latest and greatest way to procrastinate: get an alter ego.

( RP fun and school YAYZ under the cut! )

I have a feeling Wednesdays are going to be the days where I just come here and vent about life. And by "life," I mainly mean school.

( But not today! )

( ...and everyone will sleep with me again! )
I think I'm finally caught up on sleep, after my 24-hour cinema extravaganza Monday night. I got exactly 35 minutes of sleep... my first-ever all-nighter. (And I found out that those? Are no fun.) That's partly why this redux is so late... I kept falling asleep yesterday and just didn't have the energy to sit down and write this thing. I felt like a narcoleptic. But on the bright side, I got to hear what everyone else thought of this hot mess. Which is kind of fun, because that meant I got to think about what everyone was saying and respond to it.

Reading Day today!! Also known as the day I finally sit down and rewrite that fricking short story. Because it's due tomorrow morning, and now I have to. Groan.

Spoiler alert: Obama won. By a lot. And I'm still not sure how I feel about it. I still love McCain for being a dork, though. I just wanted to have a clever title for this blog post. =)

Short story, thou hast been conquered!! I'm super excited. It's even under the limit! And I no longer hate it so much! Hopefully everyone else likes it... =/

OK. Now I was going to write about this earlier, but then I decided I didn't want to have 2 posts in one day. But EW.com reported that Grey's fired Brooke Smith because the network didn't like her gay character.

WTF?

They're the ones who wrote that character. They shouldn't blame the actress if her character or her storyline ended up being so controversial. This is the most homophobic bullshit I've ever heard in my life. Now, I know I'm supposed to be anti-gay because I'm Catholic, but I honestly don't care. (Don't tell my mom.) I honestly didn't think Erica and Callie had all that much chemistry beyond the BFFL thing they did for the first half of last season, and the way Callie was constantly freaked out by her bi-ness was annoying, so I won't be sad to see the storyline go. And to be honest, I didn't like Erica much as a character either (though Brooke Smith is a very talented actress and seems like a nice person). It's more the principle of the thing to me: that an actress was fired for portraying a gay character, one they asked her to portray. This latest shenanigans is just more confirmation that Grey's is a slave to its own popularity. Storylines and continuity and... integrity be damned.

In short, I think I really am done with the show forever now.

This took a while because I just now watched the episode online. I was too busy last night 'cause I was SEEING SWEENEY, Y'ALL!!!

I'll try to keep this short. ( Let's put a SMILE on that face! )

So, Sweeney was AMAZING. It was kind of the first time I realized how funny it could be, since Marshall (and Johnny Depp) both played it so straight. Though I think of all the Sweeney Todds I've seen, I think Nathaniel Krause is still my favorite. (Yes, even over Johnny Depp.) Because this guy in the version I saw last night (don't remember his name) was channeling Johnny a little bit. Though that could have been the hair, partly. (The sets and costumes were seriously influenced by the movie. It bothered me a little. Marshall's set kicked this one's ass. No, I'm not biased. Really.) Mrs. Lovett was a total spaz and her accent bugged me a little, but the way she kept saying "I'm out!" made me smile. And her accent did add to her hilarity. My friend who played Tobias was amazing, especially during his breakdown at the end. And my other friend who was Johanna did an AWESOME job... I had no idea she could sing that high, even after all the times I heard her on the hall last year! But my favorite part by far was Pirelli, who did the most incredible flamboyant Italian... guy... I have ever seen. Elon, you get an A. (But Marshall got an A++. Too bad, Elon.)

Tonight, I'm going to actually write my short story. While everyone else is out partying or trick-or-treating, I will be slaving away on my computer, freeing my characters from the confines of my brain so they'll finally stop talking to me. Seriously, I've been feeling a little schizophrenic lately, since at random times they'll just start saying something. Like at 3 AM sometimes. That's fun.

ETA: My Robin Sparkles shirt came in the mail today! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_^

Y'all, I swear, this thread is the most addictive thing. IN. THE. WORLD. I've now written like... seven or eight drabbles in total? But anyway, I think these are the best, so I'm posting them here.

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My absentee ballot still hasn't come in the mail. I'm starting to think I sent the application in too late. If I don't vote, that'll just be one more reason to hate myself, since everyone from my mom to Neil Patrick Harris is all "Vote, dammit!!" and the election is 6 days from now and I STILL can't bring myself to care about who's running my own country since I've been burned out on election talk since like November 2006. (Though the "Don't Vote" video I found actually did make me want to vote for... someone. It was surprisingly moving... especially NPH's line. "I vote because I fell in love and I want it to matter." That dude's just made of awesome, and he made me cry once more, this time by being himself. Why do they have to say my vote counts, though? That's just too much pressure, because what if it all comes down to your vote, and you didn't know what you were talking about so you voted for the wrong person? Then you've become responsible for the decline of the free world, since the person you ignorantly voted for was secretly a militant dictator!)

Overthinking? Yes. Vote Nader!

In other news, I'm approaching levels of morbid obesity, and I still won't get off my fat ass to go to the gym.

Oh, almost forgot: today I used the phrase "true story" and made my friend laugh. But I don't think she watches HIMYM. It just made me happy, and I needed some happy news to end this post on.

Sweeney tomorrow!!!!! =D (Okay, more happy news.)

It's true, y'all! Thanks to the drabble-fest on the B/R comm, I have now written HIMYM fic! At long last!! My 3 amazing drabbles are under the cuts:

( Prompt: Barney asks James for advice about Robin. )

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( Angstfest: Barney talks to Lily, post-Shelter Island )

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Seriously. I don't know how sitcom writers do it. I guess this must be why there are so many mediocre comedies out there and so many common storylines that every sitcom ever has done: everyone's copying everyone else, because writing comedy is too hard to do on your own.

I'm only saying this because I was saying in the last entry that I wanted to write a comedic short story, but I'm finding out that it's impossible. So I'm (reluctantly) ditching the idea. Still keeping some funnier stuff in, I think, like banter between characters or whatever. But it's going to be an angstfest towards the end. If all goes to plan. Nothing's actually written yet, of course; it's still percolating in my head. (Is that the best word? Fermenting? Ripening? Stewing? Now I'm hungry.) But once I get it all worked out in my head, it's all going to come out at once, and I'll be on fiyah.

But speaking of comedy, I'm hoping to take a class on it during winter term. Hopefully, that will make it easier for me to write said funny things without sounding like a crackhead. It's the plot that, for me, ends up making comedy writing most difficult. Dialogue is hard too, but once you get the characters down it's not too bad.

LJ keeps killing my internet. It's annoying. Maybe God is sending me a message to get off my frickin' computer.

I went bowling last night. I bowled a 25. Be impressed with my incompetence.

I finally watched the movie I'm basing my 20-page research paper on for cinema. Guys, Birth of a Nation is the most racist movie I've ever seen. It's also one of the dullest. I almost fell asleep like 5 times, but then I reminded myself to wake up because it's a silent movie and if your eyes aren't open, you're going to miss everything. Except for "Dixie" playing 20 times. And "O Christmas Tree" 3 times, when there's not a single Christmas scene in the entire 3-hour thing. Anyway, the movie's all about the KKK saving the war-ravaged South from the black people. And it's... just awful. No explicit violence, of course, since it was made in like 1915, but the implications the premise had were all just disgusting. Because every black character in the movie was either a rapist, a rabble-rouser, or a servant of the white characters. The members of the KKK, meanwhile, are always riding around saving the women from the blacks, accompanied by heroic music. Talk about your revisionist history. Which, coincidentally, this movie might be one of the first actual examples of. I can't talk about this movie any more right now, because I'm just going to be incoherent and angry-sounding.

Whatever. I need to wash this out of my brain with some Buffy (since I finally went and got season 4!). At least the characters talk in that. And don't want to lynch everything. ...Just stab things. Which is different. Somehow.

No, I hardly ever use language like that. But I think Jan kind of deserves it after this episode, now more than ever.

Before I get into this ep, I'm going to start by saying I'm going to go this whole entry without mentioning a certain CBS sitcom. (Going into any more detail would break this promise. I'm going to assume, loyal reader(s), that you know what show I'm talking about.)

Also, I was lonely watching this episode by myself... my usual Office friend decided to go home for fall break early, only I didn't know about it until like 20 minutes before the episode was going to start. So I was sad, which may have lessened my enjoyment of this episode. (Though in theory, if something is funny, you shouldn't need to watch it with friends to be able to laugh at it. But that's just my opinion.)

( Why? Because I'm quote, white, quote, unquote? )
Sarah Palin came to campus today. I didn't go see her though; I was too busy procrastinating on my poetry portfolio. Also, I didn't have a ticket. But my friend says she saw someone escorted out for peaceful protesting. This is why I avoid politics like the plague (and am therefore considered a filthy communist by my Hillary-friend.)

This week has killed me dead. I worked all day yesterday on my annotated bibliography for my cinema research paper (which is still really scaring me... 20 pages within the next 3 weeks?!? When am I going to watch HIMYM ...TV?) and all morning on that stupid drugs paper, which ended up being just barely long enough (8 pages, thankyouverymuch) to qualify as being "done". I hate that class so much. Today we got to evaluate it, and it turns out that everyone else hates that class too. Wicka-w00t. (That may be another phrase that's going to work its way into my lexicon, thanks to this guy I RA with.)

And tonight, as I said, I've been working hard on my poetry portfolio, which is going to take a super long time to finish. Well, not really. I've made lots of progress by WORKING all day long on it. And trying to get individual ones done this week. I think pretty much all I have left to do is write the introductory essay, which by now is like halfway done. It's kind of hard to talk about your influences when you don't think you had any. Especially based on the authors we were reading, none of which I remembered until I went back to look at the poems we'd read. But anyway, it's still going to take me a while to finish. Longer, based on how long it's taken me to write this redux.

I think sugar is making me sick. Because yesterday I stole all this free candy (from the FOUR largely pointless RA things I had to do) and was eating it while working on my paper, and today I've had this wicked sore throat. I blame the sugar, and not my immune system that might have been weakened through stress. In any case, I've been drinking a lot of water and sucking on ice cubes, because I think the cold things help my throat. I also got these totally gross cough drops which I'm never eating again, even if my throat catches on fire. And from that last sentence, you can probably tell I'm too wiped out to make sense, so I shall return to BSing about my poetic influences. Which is really... my brain, for the most part.

I get to go home tomorrow!!!!!!!! =D And that excites me.

(Hey, the icon's still Whedon! It fits! Shut up!)

I know, I'm super late getting into the Buffy fandom. Like, 10 years too late. But while spending late hours watching the 3rd season on DVD, I realized just how, um, educational it is for young minds. (Much like The Office has taught me what not to do as an RA... yeah.) So here we go:

The Top 10 Things I've Learned From ODing on Buffy DVDs!

( Nerdity at its finest! )

Yeah, that's right. I happen to rock the house at poem writing. I just spent the last week tweaking this one poem (based on - guess what?), and it's already awesome without any outside eyes! At least I think it is. Also, the one I was bitching about writing in the last entry kind of turned out awesome. I'd post it, but it's not good enough yet. Or, I'd at least like someone else to look at it before I do the posting thing. As for the one that's due tomorrow but's been written since Monday... I'm thinking that'll get posted somewhere else. You know. Yeah.

I'm really, really tired. I don't think I'll ever catch up on sleep. Though I'm going to try tonight. We'll see how that goes.

I have too much to do tomorrow. Start a mural, go to an LC syllabus meeting, host an area-wide cookout, AND go on duty?!? I just might die.

I eat too much. Any spare seconds I have tomorrow just might be spent at the gym. Or, you know, on Saturday. That might make more sense.

4 DAYS TO HIMYM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(And 7 to The Office. Slash, Grey's. I'm no longer excited by that show though. I'm probably going to miss it every week.)

But really, HIMYM is my fave thing right now. I even preordered season 3 on DVD! And it's kind of ridiculous how excited I am for the season premiere... as you can probably tell.

Um... that's it.