I fannishly ramble and then...I sleep.
So, how pathetic will it be if I go to bed before 9?
Yeah. I thought so, too.
I'm also, rebelliously, not going to put my retainer in. 'Cause I don't feel like it. Nyah. So there.
Yeah, I wear a retainer. You SO didn't need to know that, did you?
(Somewhere, my orthodontist is cursing my name...)
Last week, I panicked because I thought I had left my copy of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai at my parents' house when I moved...and then I got MORE paranoid thinking I DID bring it with me but it got stolen. So, I was moping and all bummed out since it's, arguably, my favorite Hindi movie (besides Dev Anand's Solva Saal). Earlier today, I got inspired to write "Nothing But Net," a KKHH story, and so I decided to actually look BEHIND my stacks of DVDs in the shelf beneath the TV. Yep, you guessed it, there was the missing movie! Whew! I'm so relieved. Now I can actually watch it again and write a sequel to "NBN" from Aman's point of view.
And, yes, it's sad that I'd 'ship a Salman Khan character with *anything*, animal, vegetable, or mineral, considering how much I've come to loathe and despite that man. Lucky cracked me up...because Lucky was this adorable teenage schoolgirl and I guess we were supposed to believe Salman's character was in his 20s? Shyeah. Right. On what planet is that believable? Acting like you're an epileptic monkey doesn't make you 22 again, Salman, it just means you're having a mid-life crisis. Note: This advice is starting to apply to Shahrukh Khan, too.
Guys, chill out before you turn into Rishi Kapoor.
In other fannish notes...I said three words during today's GH that I don't think I've ever said before: "Shut up, Lorenzo!" He was SUCH the tool today. I wanted to smack him. Ass!
I'm cold and my body still aches from my brief attempt at pole dancing on Saturday.
Meh.
And saying "Meh" reminds me that I need a Burke/Cristina icon to fill my last icon slot...
Yeah. I thought so, too.
I'm also, rebelliously, not going to put my retainer in. 'Cause I don't feel like it. Nyah. So there.
Yeah, I wear a retainer. You SO didn't need to know that, did you?
(Somewhere, my orthodontist is cursing my name...)
Last week, I panicked because I thought I had left my copy of Kuch Kuch Hota Hai at my parents' house when I moved...and then I got MORE paranoid thinking I DID bring it with me but it got stolen. So, I was moping and all bummed out since it's, arguably, my favorite Hindi movie (besides Dev Anand's Solva Saal). Earlier today, I got inspired to write "Nothing But Net," a KKHH story, and so I decided to actually look BEHIND my stacks of DVDs in the shelf beneath the TV. Yep, you guessed it, there was the missing movie! Whew! I'm so relieved. Now I can actually watch it again and write a sequel to "NBN" from Aman's point of view.
And, yes, it's sad that I'd 'ship a Salman Khan character with *anything*, animal, vegetable, or mineral, considering how much I've come to loathe and despite that man. Lucky cracked me up...because Lucky was this adorable teenage schoolgirl and I guess we were supposed to believe Salman's character was in his 20s? Shyeah. Right. On what planet is that believable? Acting like you're an epileptic monkey doesn't make you 22 again, Salman, it just means you're having a mid-life crisis. Note: This advice is starting to apply to Shahrukh Khan, too.
Guys, chill out before you turn into Rishi Kapoor.
In other fannish notes...I said three words during today's GH that I don't think I've ever said before: "Shut up, Lorenzo!" He was SUCH the tool today. I wanted to smack him. Ass!
I'm cold and my body still aches from my brief attempt at pole dancing on Saturday.
Meh.
And saying "Meh" reminds me that I need a Burke/Cristina icon to fill my last icon slot...