I found that bitching song from Grey's Anatomy, "Chasing Cars."  I love it.  When Izzy went stalking out of the hospital with George and Alex, and Mere stood and looked at McDreamy and McVet - oh God, I was weeping insanely.  Oh, Denny.  I <3 you.

Oh, and Will, Drew and I watched "Waiting."  That's work, pretty much, without the rampant nudity.  ( Read more... )

Soooo tired.

I really, really dislike my professor.  He's a UT douchebag fratboy, and he's totally sleeping with the girl who sits behind me.  GRRR.  Shame he's so cute.

I burned the hell ass fire out of my arm the other day at work; Dave tossed me a tray of rolls, and I reached right over it and smacked it with my forearm.  Which... promptly burned ( Read more... )

Well... I hate men.  And I hate my geology instructor.  He's trying to bust me on attendance, but I wasn't registered those first four days!  I wasn't on the roster to be counted absent!  Goddamnit.  If I get hung up one more time on attendance, I might just be shot.  Whatever.  I took that fucking test.  That's what matters.  I will not simply ( Read more... )

Oh, and I'm hard core grooving on a Cake mix CD.  And when I say grooving, I mean I don' t think I've listened to anything else in four days. 

I had a nightmare last night that it was Halloween already and I hadn't made my Lily costume yet, which made me super-sad.  Woke up this morning and was like, "Okay, I get it, I'll start on it next weekend..."

I'm going to Jenn's in two weeks, although  I hear Alex will no longer be in Dallas when I go.  I hear this from Luke, whose ultimate ( Read more... )

*Beams* I've hooked Kasp, y'all.  He thinks I am DAMNED cool.

Meantime...

Longest weekend ever.  And I'm doing it again next weekend.  And probably the weekend after that.  So... see y'all on the flip side.  I'm goign back to bed.

In book news: SQUEE!  Corrie's coming back!  She had such a shite roll in Dance of Death after such a smashing debut in SLwC, I almost cried.  And then she wasn't even IN  Book of the Dead.  But the next novel is a stand-alone Corrie/Pendergast novel, no Constance, no Diogenes, no VIOLA - squee!  And no cornfields or sprinklers, but WHATEVER.  ( Read more... )

Aaahh, vacation.  Mom and Dad dropped me and Nick off at Cloud 9, the local head shop, so that we could buy them incense, then they fretted about what else I might buy.  Dad left me a voice-mail as he and Mom sat in the parking lot and waited:  "You realize that you have to go through Sarita tomorrow, right?"

Nick, meantime, found out that I smoke ( Read more... )

Officially on South Padre now.  The fire alarm went off at like 7:30 this morning... which sucked.  Because can you say 'building-wide evacuation'?  With no elevators?  I can ( Read more... )

Mark Cuban,

SHUT THE FUCK UP.  STOP TALKING.  Just quit it.  Mavs fans have hated you for years; please God don't reinforce us now, when we need to be cheering for the guys and not HATING YOU.

Why can't you take a page out of AJ's book?  After Tuesday's loss, what did he say?  "How about that Miami Heat?"  He graciously commended their game and was ( Read more... )