"qui fais plus de bien que de mal"
that heals more than it hurts
OMG.
OMG.
MY FRIDAY NIGHTS JUST GOT AWESOME.
Dollhouse. I have been waiting. My whole life. To actually enjoy Jossverse as it unfolds.
Fucking YES.
It's great. It's sleek and stylish and saturated wtih color and Eliza Dushku has a lot of show to carry but I think I'm okay with that. I hear tell of some great peeps to be guest starring in the future, this was a fantastic pilot episode. I don't want to give anything away, but seriously. Go pirate that shit like NOW. There's lots of show and few commercials and action and character and everything is pretty... I just found a very good reason to become an anti-social recluse on Friday nights.
There's already upwards of 10 LJ comms to be seen, and there's two translations into Spanish and (what I believe is) Russian. I just... I lurve it and there's only been one episode. I'm trying to contain the fangirlism for now. I seriously don't think I can wait a week for the next episode though. It's like I'm reverting back to my old JAG days. I used to count down the hours when Friday rolled around. It was bad.
Speaking of Jossverse, FOX finally doesn't suck like hell and has tons of little backstage moments and a whole series of them with that old military font style and a little guitar riff going on over Whedon clips that eventually say "enter the Jossverse." AND THEY'RE FUCKING HYSTERICAL.
"A hotbed of lust... that's awesome." JOSS. I LOVE YOU SO.
That man seriously gives me hope that Liz and Me and Ann and those crazy theatre people I know could one day be writing or directing or doing something like that. Because he's a fanboy who knows actors and creates fantastic things inside his cracktastic brain and then just makes them happen. I want... I want to be famous like that, and I'm reconciling myself with the fact that I can indeed make it happen and that it's not bad to want that. He's just a dork and all the behind the scenes moments (that you should totally watch) remind me so much of random crap that went on in the back room of TPP that I just know in twenty years that could be me. If I make it.
Speaking of making it, I've been re-reading my NaNo finally. I'm roughly halfway through it. It makes me excited to read it again, but it also brings up some thigns I don't wanna think about. Like, I'm not going to give it away, even though I talked with cherryfeather about this just earlier tonight, but I love my characters so much. AND I DON'T WANT TO JOSS ANYONETHING. But... *sigh*
It's so hard to get back into the same motivation and train of thought writing as November was. That deadline looming upon you gives you a freedom that it's hard to have when you just say, "I'm gonna write today." That's like the jinxiest of jinxes. Don't say those words if you want to get ANYthing done in that 24 hour period (or waking moments therein, seeing as I might be up for another three hours and then not awake until the PM of the 14th, however you see fit to divide your time). As I reread, I feel a stirring inside me, a motivation to get back to this and finish their story. Making the time to do that, however, proves very difficult in practice.
Anyway. In other news, tomorrow will be spent asleep or working on homework. (And possibly trying to straighten my hair, but God only knows what a nightmare that's going to be, so I haven't committed myself to that hellish experience just yet.) I have to finish Last Of The Mohicans for Tuesday-- when I still have yet to start the book (really, I mean, I've read some pages), Madame Bovary has at least anothre 60 pages or so due for Monday's discussion class. Oh, but I did finally get a quiz question right in MAA, so I think I'm starting a new trend of not sucking. Which is always good. Especially when it comes to grades and I got a B- on my paper for doing it halfassed and at the last minute. Finally, a grade I actually deserve.
I waffled for a few hours, but finally turned in my RA application with ... minutes to spare, really. I mean, it was about 15 'til four, so. Not bad, really. But. I just did it today, and don't have my references in... not sure what I'm going to do about that. >>;; Hopefully that works out. I'd like to lessen the financial load from my parents for at least one year. I also get paid, extra food, a room to myself and training on diffusing situations/being a leader, etc. etc. Plus, if I want to study abroad later, I probably wouldn't be able to be an RA then, and I'd at least like to say I tried once before calling it a day.
Steph peaced out early today; she was gone by noon and just skipped her afternoon classes. Wish I had the luxury of going home. I was just saying to Steph it feels like I've been here forever, but it's only been a month or so. And it's not going to be all that long before summer is here, and before that Spring Break, and before that, my birthday, and before that, Mardi Gras, which is right around the corner. Speaking of summer, I need to get my ass in gear about the jobs I say I'm going to have... and my body is in no condition to be showing off a swim suit. If I had to put a two piece on right now, I might die of shame.
Dear Self,
Time to get on that diet and exercise wagon. No bullshit.
Not kidding around,
Me
Now to see if I can get any amount of work done before I call it a night.
Une Derniere Danse, Kyo
OMG.
OMG.
MY FRIDAY NIGHTS JUST GOT AWESOME.
Dollhouse. I have been waiting. My whole life. To actually enjoy Jossverse as it unfolds.
Fucking YES.
It's great. It's sleek and stylish and saturated wtih color and Eliza Dushku has a lot of show to carry but I think I'm okay with that. I hear tell of some great peeps to be guest starring in the future, this was a fantastic pilot episode. I don't want to give anything away, but seriously. Go pirate that shit like NOW. There's lots of show and few commercials and action and character and everything is pretty... I just found a very good reason to become an anti-social recluse on Friday nights.
There's already upwards of 10 LJ comms to be seen, and there's two translations into Spanish and (what I believe is) Russian. I just... I lurve it and there's only been one episode. I'm trying to contain the fangirlism for now. I seriously don't think I can wait a week for the next episode though. It's like I'm reverting back to my old JAG days. I used to count down the hours when Friday rolled around. It was bad.
Speaking of Jossverse, FOX finally doesn't suck like hell and has tons of little backstage moments and a whole series of them with that old military font style and a little guitar riff going on over Whedon clips that eventually say "enter the Jossverse." AND THEY'RE FUCKING HYSTERICAL.
"A hotbed of lust... that's awesome." JOSS. I LOVE YOU SO.
That man seriously gives me hope that Liz and Me and Ann and those crazy theatre people I know could one day be writing or directing or doing something like that. Because he's a fanboy who knows actors and creates fantastic things inside his cracktastic brain and then just makes them happen. I want... I want to be famous like that, and I'm reconciling myself with the fact that I can indeed make it happen and that it's not bad to want that. He's just a dork and all the behind the scenes moments (that you should totally watch) remind me so much of random crap that went on in the back room of TPP that I just know in twenty years that could be me. If I make it.
Speaking of making it, I've been re-reading my NaNo finally. I'm roughly halfway through it. It makes me excited to read it again, but it also brings up some thigns I don't wanna think about. Like, I'm not going to give it away, even though I talked with cherryfeather about this just earlier tonight, but I love my characters so much. AND I DON'T WANT TO JOSS ANYONETHING. But... *sigh*
It's so hard to get back into the same motivation and train of thought writing as November was. That deadline looming upon you gives you a freedom that it's hard to have when you just say, "I'm gonna write today." That's like the jinxiest of jinxes. Don't say those words if you want to get ANYthing done in that 24 hour period (or waking moments therein, seeing as I might be up for another three hours and then not awake until the PM of the 14th, however you see fit to divide your time). As I reread, I feel a stirring inside me, a motivation to get back to this and finish their story. Making the time to do that, however, proves very difficult in practice.
Anyway. In other news, tomorrow will be spent asleep or working on homework. (And possibly trying to straighten my hair, but God only knows what a nightmare that's going to be, so I haven't committed myself to that hellish experience just yet.) I have to finish Last Of The Mohicans for Tuesday-- when I still have yet to start the book (really, I mean, I've read some pages), Madame Bovary has at least anothre 60 pages or so due for Monday's discussion class. Oh, but I did finally get a quiz question right in MAA, so I think I'm starting a new trend of not sucking. Which is always good. Especially when it comes to grades and I got a B- on my paper for doing it halfassed and at the last minute. Finally, a grade I actually deserve.
I waffled for a few hours, but finally turned in my RA application with ... minutes to spare, really. I mean, it was about 15 'til four, so. Not bad, really. But. I just did it today, and don't have my references in... not sure what I'm going to do about that. >>;; Hopefully that works out. I'd like to lessen the financial load from my parents for at least one year. I also get paid, extra food, a room to myself and training on diffusing situations/being a leader, etc. etc. Plus, if I want to study abroad later, I probably wouldn't be able to be an RA then, and I'd at least like to say I tried once before calling it a day.
Steph peaced out early today; she was gone by noon and just skipped her afternoon classes. Wish I had the luxury of going home. I was just saying to Steph it feels like I've been here forever, but it's only been a month or so. And it's not going to be all that long before summer is here, and before that Spring Break, and before that, my birthday, and before that, Mardi Gras, which is right around the corner. Speaking of summer, I need to get my ass in gear about the jobs I say I'm going to have... and my body is in no condition to be showing off a swim suit. If I had to put a two piece on right now, I might die of shame.
Dear Self,
Time to get on that diet and exercise wagon. No bullshit.
Not kidding around,
Me
Now to see if I can get any amount of work done before I call it a night.
Une Derniere Danse, Kyo