i got stabbed! right here!
Slither is great and wonderful and of the awesome and everyone should go see it NOW. Unless you have a weak stomach, because...well, just don't. Seriously the grossest movie I have ever seen, and I mean that in a highly complimentary way. Maybe it was the drawl, but Bill Pardy = Malcolm Reynolds. You know how whenever Adam Baldwin picks up a gun, he becomes Jayne? Well, whenever Nathan Fillion picks up a radio handset, he becomes Mal. It was awesome, especially with all the Firefly in-jokes we were totally not imagining. You'll know the one when you see it. And I do mean when, because y'all have to go.
And then after the movie we ate at Wendy's (no, we should not have been hungry after that movie, but we were. Because somebody was doing a raid up until about ten minutes before the movie started. *looks pointedly in direction of guys' hall*). And it was raining when we walked home, which was awesome except for the part where I'm neurotic and trying not to step on worms. Poor worms. Most of them got squished by drunk people, so I was mincing around trying not to kill the rest of them. Hey, I said I was neurotic.
Now I'm going to completely change topics and post--a war poem! Please to be telling me who the last stanza reminds you of...
If ever I had dreamed of my dead name
High in the heart of London, unsurpassed
By Time for ever, and the Fugitive, Fame,
There taking a long sanctuary at last,--
Or if I onetime hoped to hide its shame,
--Shame of success, and sorrow of defeats,--
Under those holy cypresses, the same
That shade always the quiet place of Keats,
Now rather thank I God there is no risk
Of gravers scoring it with florid screed.
Let my inscription be this soldier's disc....
Wear it, sweet friend, inscribe no date nor deed.
But may thy heartbeat kiss it, night and day,
Until the name grow blurred and fade away.
--Wilfred Owen, "With an Identity Disc"
Sooo, yeah. I did work today. Probably not enough of it, but hey--baby steps. Also, I just got an email from my DOS saying "hey, I'm sure you're all hard at work on your theses, so let me know how you're doing so I can evaluate you and tell the Dean how hard you're working." And now I have to find a way to say "hey I totally lied about doing work last quarter and my thesis is so not getting done this spring, haha!" without actually saying that. But hell, what are they going to do to me? I'm not graduating in the spring, so I frankly don't fucking care when this thing gets done. It will happen, whether I have the Dean and the DOS and my mom nagging me about it or not.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go write dogtag angst and fall asleep.