If you start off a conversation with your ASL, I judge you hard and stop talking to you. True story. There's reasons for that. Like the numbers of times people propositioned me on AIM. If you start a conversation with me, tell me what your name is so I know you're not a horny piece of work who just wants to cyber. No, there's plenty of porn sites out there to get off to; gtf away from me.
That being said, submitted my paper today. It was... interesting. Interesting as in "redundant as fuck." Nonetheless, I'll try to edit it and post it once grades come back, just as an awesome thank you for those of you who submitted comments. A lot of them were actually pretty much the foundation for large chunks of my paper, and all of you are pretty awesome.
Planning on spending the weekend to catch up because after Thursday, I actually have awesome amounts of free time for all of a couple of days. (In reality, Jax is just procrastinating again.) Tomorrow's going to be a bit of a clusterfuck, though, so heading off in a second.
I totally quoted the Simpsons and filled it with lulz and screwed with people's childhoods. It was glorious.
But because I need to say something about fandom in a fandom journal post...
This paper has only made me want to reread the Baby-Sitters Club. Man, I miss my childhood. I was so totally a Claudia wannabe because I wanted to be ~*~artsy~*~ and all kinds of shenanigans when I was a kid. I even hid candy around my room because she did, and I've always wanted a hollowed-out book full of it. (Candy whenever you want it! Even in your book! How cool is that?!) And of course, there was Mary-Anne, who I can't remember too much about, but I remember thinking as a kid that she was the babysitter I was most like. (I once read somewhere that everyone thought they were Mary-Anne, but usually, those people were more along the lines of Mallory: the geeky kid who tries too hard. Which is kinda unfortunate because poor Mallory.) In fact, I don't think I disliked any particular babysitter, although I did think that Mallory was a bit flat and that the emphasis on Stacey's OMG MATURITY got to be a bit too much sometimes.
But in the end, I remember having a lot of fun with those books (and yes, I eventually graduated to Harry Potter after my BSC era), and I sort of wanted to be in the BSC. Except I would've made the world's worst babysitter, but hey.
Also:
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I'm sad that this was a box office failure. Oh, how much it looks like the 90's.
In fact, I'm in this weird phase where I'm missing the 90's really obscenely hard, even though I wasn't old enough to really appreciate them. I now want to watch Xena (which is sort of understandable, what with the WARRIORS and the LESBIANS and the REALLY HOT LESBIANS FIGHTING OTHER REALLY HOT LESBIANS -- I mean, oh hi, Gabrielle), but to add to that? I also want to watch Dawson's Creek and Ally McBeal. Why. That was, up until recently where I'm pretty much giving everything a chance once, something about as far away from the boat I was trying to float around in as humanly possible, and all of a sudden, "HEY, JAX. YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE FUN? IF YOU WATCHED THE DAWSON'S CREEK OPENING ON YOUTUBE AND GOT ALL NOSTALGIC." YOU NEVER EVEN WATCHED DAWSON'S CREEK BEFORE, JAX. WHAT NOSTALGIA ARE YOU GETTING FROM THIS?
Also, Two Guys, a Girl, and a Pizza Place. But, um, this is mostly explainable too:
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...Listening to a lot of 90's music lately kinda helps with the nostalgia too. P.S. Sarah MacLachlan was kinda hot.