It's a blah kind of evening. I'm on duty tonight, but I got Campus Safety car escort today considering campus is basically one gigantic sheet of black ice. Luckily, my escort was Doug, who is quite funny. If I had to do a round with Jordan, I might have called him a douche again. On my first attempted round, I literally skated down one hill. Our parking lot could be a skating rink right now. Poor Chrissy, she fell three times on her way to our planning meeting.
Worst part? School will be delayed an hour or two tomorrow at best. Do you know how incredibly dangerous that is?
So, I'm watching Dune on SciFi-- the 1984 Lynch Smithee version. Oh, cheese, how I love thee. Why does Paul occasionally sound like he's from the Bronx? And wow, Stilgar, are you over-acting. I-yuh don't-uh think-uh you are-uh e-nun-see-ating-uh quite enough. Oh, it's been awhile. I've missed the awful dubbing.
On the other hand, is it a terrible thing that I'm actually kind of intrigued by their upcoming reality show, Mad Mad House? I know, awful title. The tag:: People who barely share the same world share a house. And there's a Wiccan. Oh, this should be lovely. I eagerly await first mention of the beauty of $ilver RavenWolf. Hey, I can be cynical about it if I wanna-- poking harmless fun at fluffbunnies is good for the soul. I hope to be pleasantly surprised. Note to self: Thursday at 9. Hopefully, it won't overlap Survivor. Suddenly, I'm watching TV.
Edit:: The Wiccan is Fiona Horne. Oh dear. This is going to be grate. Also, Wicca is apparently being portrayed as an "alternative lifestyle" on along with vampirism, modern primitivism, nudism, and voodoo. Uh.
I'm going to do a banner for
windiain, and do some other LJS stuff tomorrow that I completely blanked about. Sekrit message to Red:: don't kill me, it's coming. Promise. I'm a flake. Forgive?
I also wrote my first private entry tonight, but I might delete it. It was one of those things that's the equivalent of screaming into your pillow. It had to be done. I needed to express feelings somewhere, knowing that I can't do it to people because unfiltered thoughts cannot be taken back once they are spoken aloud.
I feel better now.
Worst part? School will be delayed an hour or two tomorrow at best. Do you know how incredibly dangerous that is?
So, I'm watching Dune on SciFi-- the 1984 Lynch Smithee version. Oh, cheese, how I love thee. Why does Paul occasionally sound like he's from the Bronx? And wow, Stilgar, are you over-acting. I-yuh don't-uh think-uh you are-uh e-nun-see-ating-uh quite enough. Oh, it's been awhile. I've missed the awful dubbing.
On the other hand, is it a terrible thing that I'm actually kind of intrigued by their upcoming reality show, Mad Mad House? I know, awful title. The tag:: People who barely share the same world share a house. And there's a Wiccan. Oh, this should be lovely. I eagerly await first mention of the beauty of $ilver RavenWolf. Hey, I can be cynical about it if I wanna-- poking harmless fun at fluffbunnies is good for the soul. I hope to be pleasantly surprised. Note to self: Thursday at 9. Hopefully, it won't overlap Survivor. Suddenly, I'm watching TV.
Edit:: The Wiccan is Fiona Horne. Oh dear. This is going to be grate. Also, Wicca is apparently being portrayed as an "alternative lifestyle" on along with vampirism, modern primitivism, nudism, and voodoo. Uh.
I'm going to do a banner for
windiain, and do some other LJS stuff tomorrow that I completely blanked about. Sekrit message to Red:: don't kill me, it's coming. Promise. I'm a flake. Forgive?I also wrote my first private entry tonight, but I might delete it. It was one of those things that's the equivalent of screaming into your pillow. It had to be done. I needed to express feelings somewhere, knowing that I can't do it to people because unfiltered thoughts cannot be taken back once they are spoken aloud.
I feel better now.