It's been too long since I've had a celebrity to be hung up on. Past hang ups: Sting, Harrison Ford, David Duchovny and/or Nick Lea...and then nobody for far too long. Thank the Lord, I have discovered the wonder that is Jack Davenport. I liked him in the first Pirates movie, then fell over from the sex-vapours during the second. Of course, I had ( Read more... )

I spent almost two hours watching TV tonight (watching hockey doesn't count as watching TV, see previous entry)and the show I watched not only amused me, it did not offend me, gross me out, make me uncomfortable or infuriate me with its banality. What dash of popular culture spawned this miracle? Well...

My name is Elizabeth and I'm addicted to ( Read more... )

I have a handwritten journal that I use for woe-ing about boy #2. It's cathartic to feel the words running out of me and onto paper. A lot of times I'll practically engrave all my frustration and fury on the paper and then tear it up--it feels like physically removing the negative feelings I have about dealing with all E's stuff ( Read more... )

Good thing--finished my medieval lit exam EARLY ( Read more... )

I have got to stop saying things out loud so the Universe Gremlins don't hear me. For example, I should not say out loud that I'm excited about a job interview with a really cool company that I've always wanted to work for. Because the first thing the Universe does when it hears my excitement is SET MY HAIR ON FIRE the morning of said interview ( Read more... )

Not actually about my birthday per se but...at somebody's suggestion, I did the wikipedia thing where you check out stuff that happened, people that were born, people that died on your birthday. My birthday has some kind of weird karma going on ( Read more... )

Whenever I know someone is going to be peeking in here, I feel compelled to update so as not to look like uber-loser of the LJ world. I may perhaps have committed to writing something HP-ish (which I know I swore I wouldn't do until I finished something marketable again) in collaboration with a complete stranger--God, I love the Internet. So many ( Read more... )

You wanted to go to graduate school, you freak. You were excited at the idea of taking medieval literature. So suck it up and keep reading the damned 4 billion line Chaucer poem whose plot you seem to have missed an integral part of. Why doesn't Pandarus want Criseyde to hook up with Troilus? What's with all the cloak and dagger bullshit? What the ( Read more... )

The 39th year is almost over. April and the 40th year will be here and there's not a whole lot to be done about it. However, mulling things over (such a fulfilling hobby), I'm not feeling as blergh about turning 40 as I was when I started this journal last year. During my 39th year, I went to London for the first time, successfully graduated one ( Read more... )

Again, not so much every day. But more frequently than once a month ( Read more... )