Because I can't resist peer pressure, I got an
LJ.

Squeee! So, so happy right now! I simply cannot wait for nekkid!Lucas tonight. Damn that boy is fine. And though I’m not too fond of Nathan, those feelings tend to change when he’s revealing his delicious six packs. And to quote Neville from Adamo Fidelitas: all we need is a tub full of pudding. That scene just might be able to top Lucas getting friendly with his (basket)balls.

I went shopping yesterday. There was an incredible sale; I got a red hot mini, which used to be $34 for $2.99. Actually, I got there just as they were having their Half Hour $2.99 sale. However, all that I managed to get was that skirt. Then I went to Hetch’s where I got a cute black, swishy skirt with a pink ribbon. So I got a pretty good bargain.

However, today was not a bargain at ALL. I still so annoyed; I got my research paper back. What I got? An 89! Gah. One point away from a 90! I know I might sound a bit weird but it kills me to know if I hadn’t had a comma splice or something small like that, I could’ve made an A-. When he handed it back to me, I had a total spaz attack—I went into a state of talking incoherently and sputtering. Baanu actually had to hit me with her Frisbee to make me snap out of it. So now I’m going to go pout in my little corner while I work on homework.

Life has been stressed lately that I haven’t even gotten anytime to complain. I know, how much does that suck? I’m so exhausted from writing my research paper on the Great Zimbabwe yesterday; I so happy there’s no homework in World Civ tonight. I seriously would cry in a little corner. Gah.

I’ve been trying to get a monologue for theatre, which I have to perform tomorrow, down pat. I’ve memorized it thoroughly, but the only problem is my accent. I’m supposed to be a rag doll who is crushed and depressed because she has been replaced by *gasp* Barbie. I’m using a high pitched, baby voice. It actually works really well for the scenario; however, for some reason towards the end, I adapt a British accent! Heck, I didn’t even know that I could do a British accent till today. It’s quite funny, really—at certain times during the monologue I’ll say something Britishly. I’ve tried stopping but it’s NOT working! Ah! I wonder if I could just be an English rag. I guess that’s what I get for watching too much Harry Potter and Bend it Like Beckham. Siiigh.

Okay, back to reading The Campaigns of Alexander. *dies*

What the fuck was that?

*screams*

I hate the WB! It’s such a tease!

GAH.

I was looking forward to seeing nothing covering the HotAss’s balls and bum except a basketball since the first time I saw the preview and fell off my couch. It was supposed to be the highlight of my life. But, NO. The WB just keeps showing it to reel viewers in.

I want nakedness, dammit.

*kills WB*

Oh. My. God.

I’m petrified right now. I’m going to die!

My dad found a snake skin in our garage just now. What if the snake is loose in house? *shudders*

I’m going to be extremely careful, but just in case I die this weekend or sometime soon: I love all of you and want to apologize if I was a snarky bitch at anytime.

Oh, Everwood is just too damn brilliant. The season premiere was so tragically beautiful. In the beginning I was very skeptical—the opening scene is very fuzzy and warm—and thought the writers couldn’t handle something like this well. I was definitely wrong. This ep reminded me of the Dawson’s Creek episode, The Longest Day, which was in S3, I think. I was really impressed by how genuine it was. Masterfully done. I love that technique—repeating the same scenes a few times, but adding a bit more to them as they play.

SPOILER FOR EVERWOOD
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There, you have been warned. I thought that I had prepared myself for Colin’s death. Boy, was I wrong! *sobs*

Why? WHY?

BWAH!

COLIN! Come back!

*sobs again*

The ending was so bitter-sweet. I really was crying. Dammit.

I now understand why MTV doesn’t go around making movies. Wuthering Heights was the lamest piece of cinematography I have ever seen. Just because they pair Mr. Sex On A Stick with some blondie, and have way too many snog and shag sessions doesn't mean it will be good. Though I’m not complaining about scenes filled with Sweaty!Shirtless!Heath, Leather!Heath, or Motorcycle!Heath. Heh. This movie has yet to crash and burn and suffer the wrath of the critics. Nonetheless, it was very amusing…and creepy.

I didn’t get to see all of the movie because my mom put in her “How To Cleanse The Hindu Soul” tape, so Roxy, being the doll she is, recapped everything for me. Commentaries from The Rox and I. We couldn’t help it.

Roxy: Aw, poor Husband. How sad that she'd already cheat on him.
Priya: Eeek! He's watching!
Roxy: Okay, everyone in here is definitely freaky.
Priya: Dude, um, hello? You're married!
Priya: You don't have to go shagging him! Even if he's that hot!
Roxy: Hahaha. She deserves to get caught like that.
Priya: Lord. What a geek that boy is.
Roxy: Okay, everyone here is creepy and needs to go find civilization and see how others live.
Priya: No, that would be too sane.
Roxy: What the hell is wrong with everyone here?
Roxy: I think the ocean water and air is messing with them.
Roxy: Maybe something's wrong with the water there. I don't know.
Priya: MTV really needs some new people to help direct movies.
Priya: LMAO! I know, the water is contaminated with something.
Priya: Ooh, he's going.
Roxy: Okay, hallucinations?
Priya: Oh, Lordy.
Roxy: Is it crazy to go to a hospital down there or something?
Priya: Probably. They don’t want to get in contact with the other side.
Priya: She's dying now.
Priya: And how did he deliver the baby?
Roxy: He must've acquired the skill on the road, I guess.