Questions posed to me by my lovely roomate, Heather (evergleam83).

1. Alexis Denisof, Angelina Jolie, and Eliza Dushku all decide they want to have sex with you, but you only have time for one of them. Who do you choose?

Alexis Denisof. Yes. Unless they're up for a foursome, that is.

2. What is your ideal career, if time and money and anything else were no object?

I would love to be a singer in lovely, lavish, colorful, interesting shows. I'd like to do a burlesque show once. Maybe make an action movie and be terribly badass. And then I'd write a young adult novel.

3. Top 3 favorite books, what are they and why?

Dune by Frank Herbert. This book just has a ridiculous number of levels. It operates mythologically, religiously, politically, and ecologically all at once. The complexity of the book blows my mind, and the plot's pretty damn compelling, too.

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. The prose is sheer poetry. The central metaphor is so strong and timeless, and Wilde's wit undercuts the whole thing... it's just a literary masterpiece.

Waking the Moon by Elizabeth Hand. Okay. So the mythology is a bit wonky. And it can't decide if it wants to feminist or cynical. Personally, I can't really figure out Hand's main point because the entire ending is kind of WTF? The reason why I like this book is because I'm in love with the characters. Sweeney, Angelica, Annie, and Oscar are so well drawn and I love them all. Plus the writing itself is beautiful

Honorary mentions: all of the mythological encyclopedias that I own.

4. Who/what are your creative influences?

As far as what? Music? I guess I'd say Madonna. I was raised on Madonna, and I think her ballsy, liberated character definitely had a strong hand in influencing the way I perform and also the way I am. As far as poetry, I'd say that you can see the definite influence of Sappho (imagery) and ee cummings (syntax) in my writing. As for my fiction, I'm not exactly sure. I'd have to think about that one.

5. Exactly how many different scary faces do you think you can make? Have you ever used your power for evil?

Well, I know I have at least 8, two for each sibling. They vary from "I'm going to eat your babies" to "run, just run." And no, not for evil, yet. But the time will come. Oh yes, it will come. >:P

I feel very calm right now. I've got my tea, and I'm ready for bed. I'm just waiting for Mike to call and say good-night.

This is good because I have a rather long day ahead of me tomorrow.

I saw my Anna this weekend. I missed my Anna. I made her eggs. And bread and toast. :)

I also saw Mike. We're okay now, I suppose, but if I'm going to talk about how I feel, I guess that should be a whole separate entry. At any rate, I feel better about us than I had throughout the last week.

I saw my mother today. I went home to get the check for the tuition that hadn't been paid. Going home is always fairly frustrating to me. My mother expects so much of me, but she never pays any attention to anything that I say. I think I would actually pay for a solid two minutes where I could talk to my mother and have her look me in the eye and listen to the words coming out of my mouth. I was trying to talk to her today about grad school, and she kept interrupting me mid-sentence to say something irrelevant about football or ask someone else a question. She makes me feel like I don't exist unless I'm reminding her to honor obligations. At this point, you'd think I have wised up and realized that I'm not ever going to get her approval, so stop trying.

Anyway, point B of why I'm frustrated with my mother: She called this morning to ask me to take in Harley, one of our three cats. Only there's that whole thing where I'm an RA and can technically not have pets. But if I don't take him, she's giving him away because she doesn't like having so many pets. We've had him for only a year. She doesn't understand that pets are living creatures, not toys to be given away when she's bored. She's also trying to give away my brother's chinchilla, Gizmo, because he "stinks up the house." We've had Gizzy for two years.

This is even further underscored by the fact that they just got a new puppy, a spaniel named Max. Granted, he's the most adorable goddamn thing I've ever seen, and I don't tend to like dogs. He's so tiny and floppy and cute. But if you think you so many pets that you're getting rid of some, don't get any more.

I talked it over with Heather and Rac (because god knows, I hardly ever see Laura), and we're going to bring Harley here over Jan term to see how things work out, provided my mother honors the agreement to pay any vet bills and let me bring him home over school breaks. We have a two-floor apartment, so he'll have plenty of space to run around. And he's not much of a people-cat anyway, he mostly sleeps. The tricky bit will be evading Res Life. Me? Worst RA ever.

I just don't want him to be blindly given away. Money might get tight for me from time to time, but I figure if I buy a month's worth of food and litter when I get my paycheck, we should be fine.

After that fun pit-stop, Mike and I went to AC Moore so I could get some more supplies for my holiday gift soaps. I'm actually looking forward to making a decent chunk of my Yule gifts, and hopefully it won't leave me so financially strapped come January, which is always a sparse month because of post-holiday brokeness and the need to by spring semester books. I got avocado-based soap materials that should suspend herbs much better than my test-batch soap did.

Quandary the next: should I make or buy holiday cards for internet friends? Really, if I were to make them, they'd be fairly elaborate. We're talking vellum here. It might be cheaper just to buy some and personalize them.

I feel myself slowly getting into the holiday spirit. I really want to buy Bing Crosby's carol album. Especially since there's an exquisite duet with David Bowie singing The Little Drummer Boy. It warms me up.

Okay. Long post. I should go to bed now. I'll keep the phone by the bed.

If you would like a holiday card from me, please respond to this post and then email me your mailing address, even if I sent you a card last year. I seem to have lost my internet friends' address list.

Please don't be shy. I'd love to send you something.

My email is sihaya09@yahoo.com.

ETA: I should've seen this coming. Rather than type out my address a million times, if you ask, I'll put you on a filter and post my address next week. :)