I just ate my weight in Taiwanese food, yummmm.
My first post as a non-school associated blog, woohoo!
The past few days have been really pretty awesome, disregarding my horrible flu. I discovered a really posh new band out of England, bought a new pair of shorts, and, oh yeah, I got to meet Laurie R. King. Personally. In a restaurant with a few of my classmates. You don't realize how awesome that is. Also, FRINGE OH MY GOD.
So, Laurie R. King. She's the author of the Mary Russell novels, a series that follows the adventures of Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes in the early 1900s. I'm going to say this right now: I'm kind of obsessed with these books. I'm about half way through what's been published so far, and I'm seriously in love with the whole thing. The story starts off in 1915, with 15 year-old Mary Russell meeting an older (55ish?) Holmes. The books follow them through a menagerie of mysteries with the side story of Holmes and Russell's developing romance and later marriage.
Now, before you start bitching the ridiculously huuuuuuge age gap, let me explain:
It's exactly as strange as it sounds. But it kind of works? In an odd way. Now, speaking as a 15 year-old romance-obsessed girl, yeah, I think it would work better if there was a smaller age gap, but when I asked Mrs. King, (yes, I asked her. You know, when I met her? Yeah.) she explained the logistics behind the odd couple.
So, I have an OCD-related problem when it comes to mysteries, right? Which means that I literally cannot put these books down. They're amazing, and I highly recommend them.
ONWARD, TO FRINGE:
Gahohmygod. So, most of yesterday's episode was okay. It was kind of entertaining, and aside from the fact that we got an hour of unadulterated Joshua Jackson, it was a pretty normal episode. Except for the last three and a half minutes. Those three minutes pretty much changed my life.
Rundown:
Peter lays down with some nice emo wanky music, closes his eyes for about 0.5 seconds, and then opens them to freaking Newton pointing a gun at him. But no, it doesn't stop there. Shit goes down. Newton calls in the Secretary, and who does it turn out to be but Walternate?
"Hello son."
GAH.
And the preview for next week? Even better. We get Walternate, Sparkle Peter and introducing Ginger Liv. IN THE OTHER UNIVERSE.
This episode officially proves two of Brianna and my predictions:
1. The Secretary is Walternate. Yeah, we called it.
2. Peter does go back to the other universe. Just, you know, not until next week.
SO GOOD :D
In other news, finals don't start for two weeks and I'm already sick of them.
The whole county is cramming for the end of the year, so there haven't been any decent parties. It's killing me because, now that I feel better, I just kind of want to go out and party. Nothing beats a cold better than a night of partying, Burger King at 3am and being woken up by a rambunctious 6 year-old at Alyssa's.
Oh boy, am I excited for summer. I'm going to see MGMT, Schwayze and Warped Tour in June. Ian is coming to visit, there are going to be amazing parties every weekend. No homework, back to having a job, and I'll even have time for YAK. And then in July I'm flying over to visit my Dad in Hawaii, which means two weeks with my Dad and Tutu on Oahu and then two weeks of camping, hiking and being lazy on Molokai. I'm actually really, reeeeeeally excited to be going back to Molokai. In my opinion, it's the best island. Oahu, Maui and the Big Island are too commercialized, Kauai is freezing, Lanai is tiny and I can't get onto Niihau. Molokai is absolutely perfect.
So, expect pictures from all of these things. The concerts and Hawaii especially.
The past few days have been really pretty awesome, disregarding my horrible flu. I discovered a really posh new band out of England, bought a new pair of shorts, and, oh yeah, I got to meet Laurie R. King. Personally. In a restaurant with a few of my classmates. You don't realize how awesome that is. Also, FRINGE OH MY GOD.
So, Laurie R. King. She's the author of the Mary Russell novels, a series that follows the adventures of Mary Russell and Sherlock Holmes in the early 1900s. I'm going to say this right now: I'm kind of obsessed with these books. I'm about half way through what's been published so far, and I'm seriously in love with the whole thing. The story starts off in 1915, with 15 year-old Mary Russell meeting an older (55ish?) Holmes. The books follow them through a menagerie of mysteries with the side story of Holmes and Russell's developing romance and later marriage.
Now, before you start bitching the ridiculously huuuuuuge age gap, let me explain:
It's exactly as strange as it sounds. But it kind of works? In an odd way. Now, speaking as a 15 year-old romance-obsessed girl, yeah, I think it would work better if there was a smaller age gap, but when I asked Mrs. King, (yes, I asked her. You know, when I met her? Yeah.) she explained the logistics behind the odd couple.
So, I have an OCD-related problem when it comes to mysteries, right? Which means that I literally cannot put these books down. They're amazing, and I highly recommend them.
ONWARD, TO FRINGE:
Gahohmygod. So, most of yesterday's episode was okay. It was kind of entertaining, and aside from the fact that we got an hour of unadulterated Joshua Jackson, it was a pretty normal episode. Except for the last three and a half minutes. Those three minutes pretty much changed my life.
Rundown:
Peter lays down with some nice emo wanky music, closes his eyes for about 0.5 seconds, and then opens them to freaking Newton pointing a gun at him. But no, it doesn't stop there. Shit goes down. Newton calls in the Secretary, and who does it turn out to be but Walternate?
"Hello son."
GAH.
And the preview for next week? Even better. We get Walternate, Sparkle Peter and introducing Ginger Liv. IN THE OTHER UNIVERSE.
This episode officially proves two of Brianna and my predictions:
1. The Secretary is Walternate. Yeah, we called it.
2. Peter does go back to the other universe. Just, you know, not until next week.
SO GOOD :D
In other news, finals don't start for two weeks and I'm already sick of them.
The whole county is cramming for the end of the year, so there haven't been any decent parties. It's killing me because, now that I feel better, I just kind of want to go out and party. Nothing beats a cold better than a night of partying, Burger King at 3am and being woken up by a rambunctious 6 year-old at Alyssa's.
Oh boy, am I excited for summer. I'm going to see MGMT, Schwayze and Warped Tour in June. Ian is coming to visit, there are going to be amazing parties every weekend. No homework, back to having a job, and I'll even have time for YAK. And then in July I'm flying over to visit my Dad in Hawaii, which means two weeks with my Dad and Tutu on Oahu and then two weeks of camping, hiking and being lazy on Molokai. I'm actually really, reeeeeeally excited to be going back to Molokai. In my opinion, it's the best island. Oahu, Maui and the Big Island are too commercialized, Kauai is freezing, Lanai is tiny and I can't get onto Niihau. Molokai is absolutely perfect.
So, expect pictures from all of these things. The concerts and Hawaii especially.