2003-07-12

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2003-07-12 02:43 pm

Quiz.

Atheist
Threat rating: extremely low. You may think you can
subvert the government, but if you should try
you will be smited mightily because God likes
us best.


What threat to the Bush administration are you?
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Hee hee. Now that was a fun quiz.
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2003-07-12 03:50 pm

Gil silatha erin lu e-govedad min, mellyn vell nin.

Haven't been updating anything of substance lately. Mentioned some of it, maybe. But I haven't done a full social rant in a while.

And I don't think I'm going to.

I'm going to write a couple things and leave gaping holes, because the holes need to be filled in elsewhere.

Anyway.

Chris and Matt came back Thursday!

I haven't really seen Chris. I can't tell if he's specifically mad at me or if I'm just not important enough to warrant his attention at the moment. There's no way for me to figure it out without poking him about it, and so I assume he wants to be left alone and go off to watch Stargate with Matt.

I have seen Matt. I saw him as soon as I got out of acting class at nine on Thursday. I was very surprised. I sent my mother back home, then went back to his house and talked for an hour and a half.

Later, my dear lady mother asked annoying questions, and was surprised that we don't talk about the things she thinks it's obvious we'd talk about. Sigh. My dear lady mother continually underestimates just how strange we are.

Anyway. Yesterday, ran down to the Jacoby's at about ten in the morning. Stayed all day. Had fun poked at me by Eddy, predictably enough, but then she left.

Having fun poked at me by Eddy is matched only in annoyingness by having fun poked at me by Ella. I think it's so damn annoying because I have no idea how off they are. It's so much more manageable when you can just roll your eyes and point out that they're being juvenile and cliché-minded.

Anyway.

Went to go see PotC:CotBP (for those who don't think in abbreviations: Pirates of the Carribean: Curse of the Black Pearl) with Ella and Matt. Was quite good; hysterically funny, and with lots of swordfighting and living skeletons and Johnny Depp.

I know the Legolusters like the movie for Orlando Bloom (Ella was squeeing in my ear the whole time; I spent the whole movie going "Shut UP!"), but as far as I'm concerned, Johnny Depp was DEFINITELY the star. I mean, Johnny Depp, in black eyeliner, nancing around as if he were wearing heels and tight jeans, but in a beautifully ragged pirate costume, saying everything so that even if it wasn't a particularly funny line, it sounded that way. And very protective of his hat. And with long, unkempt hair tied back with a kerchief that looks like it might have been fuschia about a century earlier. And in EYELINER. If that is not uberspifftastic, nothing is.

Ella spent the whole movie reminding me that Orlando Bloom is hot. But Johnny Depp is just SO cool.

I'll shut up about PotC and continue now.

After the movie, we realized that Moody was there, and Ella and I informed our mothers that we were going "out" for ice cream, and then went back to the Jacobyhouse. Mike and Ben showed up. Watched more Stargate, with Ella, Moody, Matt, myself, and Ben all squished on the couch in our usual tradition of five people per couch, until Ella was forced to leave by her mother-person who dislikes the lot of us.

Gradually other people filtered out. Had dinner. Huggled Matt for another twenty minutes or so until it was time for us to go see the Community House play with Moody. 'Twas immensely entertaining. Afterwards, the three of us went back to Matt's and watched more Stargate.

Went home at eleven. (Unless my math skills have deserted me completely, that was thirteen consecutive hours hanging out with Matt.) Iced the cake when I got home. This took a while as "icing the cake" includes making the icing from scratch. Which was quite fun and not difficult, but someone please remind me to use a slightly larger bowl next time.

Eddy calls me up this morning--afternoon by anyone else's standards, but not mine--to inform me of a rather unpleasant role reversal. Between said unpleasant role reversal and Matt being at Mike's and therefore not online for me to talk to, mood has gone down, and I've been thinking too much (have been informed that I think about emotional things from the standpoint of practicality. No wonder I'm so damn confused! Emotional things are NOT practical). Siiigh.

Am going to Erin's now. Or soonish. Or sumsing.

Navaer,

-Claudia