Random: A Play In Three Acts
[mood| 
sleepy]
[music| Mom Telling Me My Porrage is Done]
So this morning, I wake up and I'm all, "Meaghan. What the shit?" because she had The Sims on, and I was still sleeping. It was 6:30. So I got up, reset the computer (because she woke me up, see), had my vengeance, and felt my chin in pride. It was then that I realized that a smooth, velvety carpet had formed across my lower facial features, and the thought that I may need to shave occured to me. You see, I like to have a bit of stubble; it makes me look rough, and dangerous, but not when it gets too long,
so I still gotta shave every few days. So I go into the bathroom, and try to find my razor...and discovered that my entire inner turmoil concerning the shaving of the hair was all for naught, for my brother had removed my razor from the premises.
I'm not even kidding here. The kid took my razor, claiming that I need to grow out my "sweet goatée", and that he wouldn't let me ruin my chances of looking "badass and awesome" (those are all his words, too). You see, the hair on my chin grows about 5 times faster than that on the rest of my face, so I can go for a while without getting a hideous mustache (I guess that's where the idea first occurred to Collin), but a goatée? Nah, not really for me. But now not only was I woken at a VERY ungodly hour by the unintelligible gibberish and weird, fade-in-for-two-second music of what may be among the lamest games in existence, but I also couldn't even shave because my brother thinks I need a "sweet goatée". My siblings are weird.
So I saw The Duke last night. It was pretty sweet. There were a lot of people in it this year, which was cool because I knew them all (or knew OF them, anyways; I only actually knew a few). There were some pretty awesome skits, like the Math Battle (in which Hunter summoned Pythagoras and Siebert summoned....some guy and they fought an epic battle with a right triangle and an e), the ubiquitous teacher imitations (three words: Ms. Petersen rap), and a bunch of others. But I don't think Hutchinson should have won. He was funny, sure, but Steve is only funny in a sorta-kinda really pathetic way, and I was laughing more at him--although I do concede that his singing of Enrique's "Hero" to Ms. Hahney was funny stuff. The finalists were, I believe:
--Beau Wuthrich in 3rd
--Gabe Konyves (I think; it was one of the guys that I only vaguely knew of, anyways) in second
--Steve Hutchinson as the Duke
That's not how I would've done things. Two people didn't place that should have. Here's how it SHOULD have looked:
--Geoff Manton for 3rd
--Beau Wuthrich for 2nd
--Manjeet Vinning for Duke
Now, I don't really like Manjeet; he's a nice enough guy, but he's always come off as a bit arrogant. But he was funny. I liked his stuff. Gabe? Not so funny. I didn't find his Johnny Cash impression all that great (although that could stem from having only the foggiest clue of who Johnny Cash is), and I think that might've been what got him second place, because he didn't do much else. Anyways, Steve shouldn't have won, that's pretty much all I'm trying to say here.
Intermission Show <---That's a link, by the way.
So yesterday, I get a call from Bishop's, asking if I need any help with course selection. Now, I didn't, mostly because I wasn't planning on going to Bishop's...but I mistook them for St. Thomas somehow, and started talking to him about THEIR course selection, because that's what I was doing at the time. After a while, the guy got confused about what I was talking about, and I discovered my error. I was kinda embarassed, but I think I managed to come off as sounding like I was still in the midst of deciding between universities. And I did learn that Bishop's has a very cool-sounding course in Classic Mythology, but one class isn't enough to change my mind.
Anyways, after much hecticness, I decided on my courses for my first year: English, Psych, Religion Studies (these run during both semesters), Latin for first semester, Archeology for second semester, and anoth two-semester cfourse in archeology. I was gonna take Japanese, but it conflicted with English. Oh well.
I also learned that I may HAVE to take a science course of some kind. What the hell? I thought high school was for taking classes that you don't care about, and uni is for honing your skills in a particular area. Fuck being well-rounded, I suck at science and math. Urgh. I'd rant more, but I've really gotta go eat my porrage.
As a closing note...Megatokyo is teh lame. I'm sorry, I tried reading it, and it sucked. The art is crappy, the story is meh. If I want a humour-based webcomic with sprinklings of a story, I'll go read Machall or CAD, thank you. Plus, the l33t references piss me off. "It's ok, we understand j00" my ass. Whoever thought l33t was cool should go and die, or something.
sleepy]
[music| Mom Telling Me My Porrage is Done]
So this morning, I wake up and I'm all, "Meaghan. What the shit?" because she had The Sims on, and I was still sleeping. It was 6:30. So I got up, reset the computer (because she woke me up, see), had my vengeance, and felt my chin in pride. It was then that I realized that a smooth, velvety carpet had formed across my lower facial features, and the thought that I may need to shave occured to me. You see, I like to have a bit of stubble; it makes me look rough, and dangerous, but not when it gets too long,
so I still gotta shave every few days. So I go into the bathroom, and try to find my razor...and discovered that my entire inner turmoil concerning the shaving of the hair was all for naught, for my brother had removed my razor from the premises.
I'm not even kidding here. The kid took my razor, claiming that I need to grow out my "sweet goatée", and that he wouldn't let me ruin my chances of looking "badass and awesome" (those are all his words, too). You see, the hair on my chin grows about 5 times faster than that on the rest of my face, so I can go for a while without getting a hideous mustache (I guess that's where the idea first occurred to Collin), but a goatée? Nah, not really for me. But now not only was I woken at a VERY ungodly hour by the unintelligible gibberish and weird, fade-in-for-two-second music of what may be among the lamest games in existence, but I also couldn't even shave because my brother thinks I need a "sweet goatée". My siblings are weird.
So I saw The Duke last night. It was pretty sweet. There were a lot of people in it this year, which was cool because I knew them all (or knew OF them, anyways; I only actually knew a few). There were some pretty awesome skits, like the Math Battle (in which Hunter summoned Pythagoras and Siebert summoned....some guy and they fought an epic battle with a right triangle and an e), the ubiquitous teacher imitations (three words: Ms. Petersen rap), and a bunch of others. But I don't think Hutchinson should have won. He was funny, sure, but Steve is only funny in a sorta-kinda really pathetic way, and I was laughing more at him--although I do concede that his singing of Enrique's "Hero" to Ms. Hahney was funny stuff. The finalists were, I believe:
--Beau Wuthrich in 3rd
--Gabe Konyves (I think; it was one of the guys that I only vaguely knew of, anyways) in second
--Steve Hutchinson as the Duke
That's not how I would've done things. Two people didn't place that should have. Here's how it SHOULD have looked:
--Geoff Manton for 3rd
--Beau Wuthrich for 2nd
--Manjeet Vinning for Duke
Now, I don't really like Manjeet; he's a nice enough guy, but he's always come off as a bit arrogant. But he was funny. I liked his stuff. Gabe? Not so funny. I didn't find his Johnny Cash impression all that great (although that could stem from having only the foggiest clue of who Johnny Cash is), and I think that might've been what got him second place, because he didn't do much else. Anyways, Steve shouldn't have won, that's pretty much all I'm trying to say here.
Intermission Show <---That's a link, by the way.
So yesterday, I get a call from Bishop's, asking if I need any help with course selection. Now, I didn't, mostly because I wasn't planning on going to Bishop's...but I mistook them for St. Thomas somehow, and started talking to him about THEIR course selection, because that's what I was doing at the time. After a while, the guy got confused about what I was talking about, and I discovered my error. I was kinda embarassed, but I think I managed to come off as sounding like I was still in the midst of deciding between universities. And I did learn that Bishop's has a very cool-sounding course in Classic Mythology, but one class isn't enough to change my mind.
Anyways, after much hecticness, I decided on my courses for my first year: English, Psych, Religion Studies (these run during both semesters), Latin for first semester, Archeology for second semester, and anoth two-semester cfourse in archeology. I was gonna take Japanese, but it conflicted with English. Oh well.
I also learned that I may HAVE to take a science course of some kind. What the hell? I thought high school was for taking classes that you don't care about, and uni is for honing your skills in a particular area. Fuck being well-rounded, I suck at science and math. Urgh. I'd rant more, but I've really gotta go eat my porrage.
As a closing note...Megatokyo is teh lame. I'm sorry, I tried reading it, and it sucked. The art is crappy, the story is meh. If I want a humour-based webcomic with sprinklings of a story, I'll go read Machall or CAD, thank you. Plus, the l33t references piss me off. "It's ok, we understand j00" my ass. Whoever thought l33t was cool should go and die, or something.