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*slowly closes mouth, defeated*

So I'm watching the syndicated version of HIMYM that they're showing on Lifetime, and they show the following "HIMYM Moment" from Purple Giraffe during the commercials, completely reedited so the uninitiated will completely miss the point of both the show and the characters:

Ted: I threw all these parties for you. So I could see you.
Robin: Well, here I am.
Ted: There's something here! Unless I'm crazy?
Robin: You're not crazy. --snip-- Let's fall in love and get married and have kids and drive them to soccer practice!

Fail, Lifetime. Fail.

But at least they're showing Zip Zip Zip right now! =D


Anyway, I'm mid-essay writing, as usual. It's only Monday and I'm already behind on everything. My school's lame and still had classes today. And I'm really not looking forward to writing this narrative for nonfiction class. I wish I'd been able to come up with a less depressing topic for this one...

Oh! And I saw Slumdog Millionaire on Saturday as part of my birthday fiesta. It was really incredible. It honestly reduced my friend and me to wordlessness for a while there, and the only thing we could say was "wow" back and forth for about five minutes. It's just an incredibly powerful story with a really original idea behind it, really well-acted with rich characters, and the ending is so cathartic. I was actually shouting at the screen in the middle of the theatre, which is something I never do, at least not in public. And I loved that it gave an unflinching description of life in the slums without being overly preachy. If I were still in Global, I'm sure we'd be watching that movie because it related to so much of what we talked about.

...And yet, I keep sticking around to see if something does. Apparently.

So right now it's 2:15 AM. I've spent all day being ridiculously tired (after going to bed around 3 last night and waking up at 9-ish), and only 15 minutes ago I could not WAIT to finally go to bed.

Only, funny story: the second I put my PJs on and brushed my teeth and all that fun stuff, I was instantly wide awake. And now I have absolutely no idea when I'm going to end up falling asleep.

I hate insomnia.

The funny thing (except for how it's not funny) is that this hasn't just lasted for a month or so, though I think it's been getting worse since my cousin died. I've had really weird sleeping patterns ever since I started college, always staying up for crazy hours with no real reason to do so. It's just that before I could always get to sleep at a normal hour (like 1:30) if I wanted to. Now? I can't.

Maybe I'll channel my newfound not-sleepness toward something productive. Like FINALLY finishing that next part of Barely Coping (no, idioticonion, I haven't forgotten about it! I'm just really slow, and it's being really difficult, and... enhhhhhh.).

Oh, and I showed my friend Dr. Horrible tonight for the first time! But it was coming right after an MST3K screening of Sweeney Todd (her new favorite thing) so she kept comparing it to that (which I kind of wish she hadn't kept doing because she missed the best parts that way, KELLY). But another girl who was there had also seen it a million times, and I'd never seen Dr. Horrible with someone who loved it too, so that part was exciting! Of course, our combined spazzing/reciting/sing-alonging was probably another reason Kelly missed some things. Eh.

Edit: Quick random question: is it McLaren's or MacLaren's? Or is there even an apostrophe? Or random capitalization of the letter L?

Sorry if it's a stupid question. My brain's falling apart, and I've run out of duct tape.

So my spring semester started yesterday, and I'm already 83% sure it's going to kill me.

( Just pretend my icon's got a big red X through it. )