Let's hope 2006 is better than 2005. I don't want to do any memes about it, because I can't at all remember the beginning of this year. That's the problem I have with memes, and the thing I like about "Best of 2005" TV specials ( Read more... )

Millionz of new icons. West Wing is my new favourite show. Oh baby, West Wing. So, iconwise, I give you Josh and Donna, who are the OTP of West Wing. Love, love, love, all you need is loooove.

Please, please ignore this post.

WB is actually playing the honest-to-god log channel. I am impressed.

And for Christmas, I got a lot of things. Pyjama bottoms, thermals, hardcore winter LL Bean boots, The History of Food, a little stuffed llama, enough chocolate to feed an army, "Damn it feels good to be a hamster" shirt, black glitter flats, Secret of Roan Inish on DVD, also ( Read more... )

Happy Christmas, Happy Hannukah, Happy Kwanzaa.

Buy me these shoes?

Gwen Stefani is a) pregnant, and b) 36.

Holy crap, Gwen, way to get old.

And, uh, Happy Holidays everyone.

Tim Liponis has added me as a friend on Facebook. I've never talked to that boy in my life, and I never want to. What gives??

I have spent today watching The Big Sleep and going through the drama of figuring out how to export my DVDs to my iPod. In another two hours or so, Moulin Rouge will be com-plete (yeah, yeah, archvillain cackle).

I still have a cold. I don't get to go back to Amherst until tomorrow. I have movies to watch.

The snow is coming, apparently, on Friday. All the snow. In the wake of LAST Friday's massive storm and the lack of school cancellations for NMH, they've preemptively axed school on the 16th. So our already-long break is extended by a day.

And I am sick. I have a fever which got up to 104, but I'm a trouper and I've been still going to class ( Read more... )

Yeah, yeah.

News news news.

Opinions, opinions, opinions, opinions, opinions.

School school school school.

Babble babble.

SNOW!

A whole inch of it, and more is coming down!

Hooray.

ETA: This is a good article, but you have to make a "Boston Globe Free Account" piece of crap to read the end. Fuckers.