Hope Rides Alone

I don't know if it's the humidity, the stress/exhaustion of ending the school year, how ridiculously sleepy I've been of late, or WHAT, but I keep pissing people off. First a lovely person on deviantart (who forgave me because I kept tripping over my shoes to apologize to her) then aimisan my gorram BEST FRIEND, then the lovely versaphile, who writes FANTASTIC Doctor/Master fics and has been carrying on this wonderful (and addicting) series about The-Year-That-Never-Was for the past several months.
I dunno what's up with me, but I'm going to keep my mouth shut for the next few days and be VERY careful about what I say in reply to your comments. I plan on reading over what I type at least three times before hitting 'post comment.'
I don't think I'll be posting any fics/entires anytime soon, except for the DW 'What aunt_zelda Thinks' on Sunday. I might post a fic to apologize to the world at large, because I'm usually a nice person, I think, and now I feel HORRIBLE. I don't want to accidentally offend any of you, because you're nice and listen to my babblings and ravings and rants and cheer me up and comfort me, and now I'm going to do you all a favor and (sort-of) go away for a while.

I am sorry to anyone I've offended in the past week-or-so. I truely did not mean it.

Ok, first off, The-Guy-I-Have-A-Crush-On:

*sigh* Today he looked like the Tenth Doctor right after he regenerated. He now has Ten’s crazy hair, but today he wore what looked like Nine’s sexy jacket (but brown.) If he wore glasses I’d have exploded all over Spanish class and aimisan would have had to mop me up. (Also: she’s taken to calling me a lesbian. I don’t know why, as I spend much of Spanish class idly conjugating verbs and gazing at that-guy-with-the-10^th-Doctor’s-Hair. I retaliated on Tuesday and called her ‘Celery’ because her borrowed-jacket smelled like celery and she was wearing a green shirt. I suck at insults.)

Also, today in a class we were discussing why people do drugs. We’d arrived to the conclusion that we’re all a little unhappy, and that-guy-I-have-a-crush-on said, “We should have trampolines all over the place! Then I’d never go to sleep, I’d just say: there’s so much life to live!” Then he mimed leaping onto a trampoline.

I sincerely hope he doesn’t find my ridiculous high-pitched squeaky worse-than-Hilary-Clinton obnoxious seal-death laugh unattractive because if he does I might have to die of shame and hopelessness, as his dry-wit provokes most of my laughter-attacks.

 

 

 

 

Next:

Today I realized that the Sawyer/Kate/Jack/Juliet love-square of DOOM reminds me of the whole Spike/Buffy/Angel/Cordelia thingy. I mean, we all thought the Buffy/Angel and the Kate/Jack thing was meant to be, but it turns out that the Kate/Sawyer, Buffy/Spike, Jack/Juliet, and Angel/Cordelia romances make more sense, look better, and bring out the best in the characters.

Of course, now I’ve offended all the Bangles, so I’ll go hide before they team up with the Doctor/Rose shippers and kill me dead. *flees*

 

*returns to tell you that*

Yesterday I was so tired after going to the Opera on Wednesday night that I passed out in one of the back rows in the theater and didn’t move for like half and hour. It was really fun to listen to people arriving and greeting each other onstage, though …

A person in my house is SICK. I am drinking large quantities of orange juice and planning on a lot of sleep tonight so I don’t get sick (please, gods and goddesses, especially those of the theater, DON’T LET ME GET SICK! PLEASE! After we strike the set, you can smite me with … I don’t know, Bubonic Plague or whatever my housemate has, but PLEASE NOT UNTIL after the set is gone!)

 

 

I’ve finally done some profound musings on Doctor Who. I did it last night when I was trying to sleep after Lost and exhausted because of the play and … for a few seconds I thought I was drunk because I NEVER think like this:

 

The TARDIS and the Doctor changed Martha for the better, unlocking her inner-potential, whereas Rose was always going to have that hopeless, wide-eyed, fantastic-ness. Mickey had to see himself to become himself. Jack had to die to be born. Rose was there to heal, help, guide, and comfort Nine and Ten, to give them someone to chase after and rescue and laugh and dance with – she was there to doctor the Doctor. If Rose hadn’t come first, the Doctor would have been in no condition to bring out the real Martha. The Doctor and Martha doctored each other in the way friends do, though it was mostly Martha gently reminding the Doctor that there is life after Rose, however difficult that is to accept, especially when, just as you think the Doctor’s back on his feet and ready to dance once more, the Master (my only love, sprung from my only hate) starts bounding about.

Doctor Who isn’t just a show about bananas and buffalo and dancing, any more than it’s just a show about ‘that guy with the time-machine.’

 

(That’s all I got. Weird, eh?)

 

 

(And, that’s right, that song is stuck in my head again! … Damn, I lost the game!)

 

OMG I FIXED THE TABLE! So I'll post it here too, AFTER a bunch of stuff about my week:

Flowering Suicide Tree:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7193161.stm

Complaining Choir:

http://www.theworld.org/?q=node/6554

OMG this MADE MY WEEK:

http://www.cogitamusblog.com/2007/12/my-first-vlog-p.html

Sometimes this week I dreamed someone took me to an Obama rally and all these Hannaford employees were synchronized dancing …

Astronomy this week taught me:

Quasars: the serial-killers of the universe.

Have I ever told any of you about my ridiculous theory that Luna was the secret love-child of Lupin and Trelawney? Well, between books 5 and 6 I thought that was so … I mean, in the third book Peeves called Lupin ‘Looney, loopy Lupin’ and in the sixth book he called Luna ‘Looney’ and in the third book Trelawney asks ‘where is dear professor Lupin’ as soon as she settles down at Christmas dinner. So I dunno, my warped brain …

Btw, Wednesday was AWFUL. Homophobes and fits of tears and excessive swearing on my part … *sigh* I’m sure that those of you in England and those of you with good internet connections had luverly Wednesdays, though, because TORCHWOOD OMG!

On Thursday I wore aimisan’s headband. I haven’t worn a headband since I was like eight … hee hee!

Also on Thursday, my crazy/awesome Geometry teacher broke out his scary hand puppet. I kid you not. I should take pictures …

Anyhoodle, we had great fun with that, particularly since the-guy-I-like was sitting right next to the teacher and got pretty freaked out by that puppet, and hardly anything freaks him out! *sporfles* The only person who wasn’t mildly terrified of the puppet was aimisan, who thought it was wonderful. The teacher (speaking in puppet-voice) said “I’ve heard about you. The voices in the walls talk about you at night.” we all giggled nervously and then he/the puppet said “They have plans.” Good lord I laughed hysterically.

THEN (still in Geometry class) we were reading from the book and the-guy-I-like frowned at this problem. You know how angles have letters assigned to them? Well this shape had angles that spelled ‘BLACK’ and we had to figure out how it was congruent to the other shape. The-guy-I-like said “I find this book offensive. They’re saying that all black people are pentagons. I disagree.” in that even, dry way of his and I almost DIED (luckily so did the rest of the class, or I might have looked crazy/stupid/institutional-worthy … well, more so than usual.

Then we all proceeded to stifle giggles about a problem the previous class had done, which was:

IP

X = U

Those people who write math books must be so bored.

Then there was discussion about another guy’s hat, which apparently smelled bad, and the owner of the hat insisted he showered regularly. I asked “Did you shower with the hat?” which everyone found extremely funny. I love it when I’m funny in real life …

Later on, in English class, the hat-guy got a curly-cloud mustache and goatee, which my English teacher made him go wash off, but he still had a bluish-green tinge to his face. I yelped “He’s mutating!” and waved my arms excitedly. Later he said “My father was a Smurf and my mother was a green vegetable.” He also described a vampire-attack as “He latched onto her neck like a magnet to a refrigerator.” which I thought was pretty cool.

01	Barefoot.	02	Need.	03	Sentimental.	04	Heal.	05	Carpet.
06	Prophetic.	07	Shinbones.	08	Undertones.	09	Blue.	10	Mementos.
11	Closet.	12	Mirror.	13	Broken.	14	Collection.	15	Chenille.
16	Underneath.	17	Salvage.	18	Reckoning.	19	Sketch.	20	Portrait.
21	Bite.	22	Monster.	23	Defense.	24	Offense.	25	Legend.
26	Myth.	27	Obsession.	28	Death.	29	Possession.	30	Geography.
31	Rolex.	32	Watch.	33	Cogs.	34	Instrument.	35	Sensitivity.
36	Breeze.	37	Snow.	38	Light.	39	Sienna.	40	Faulty reasoning
41	Manslaughter.	42	Frankenstein.	43	Obscurity.	44	Purity.	45	Beatitude.
46	Princess Bride.	47	Paradise Lost.	48	Zombiepocalypse.	49	Teddy bears.	50	Writer's Choice.

A Farewell to Arms 2007

Wow. A lot happened to me this year. I got officially addicted to Heroes, which led me to join IMDb.com to post in the message boards for Heroes, which led me to read a steamy slash fic between Sylar and Mohinder, which led me to join livejournal, which led me to become a slasher.
I met aimisan and became best friends with her. She also likes slash, and I converted her to Plaude and Remus/Sirius.
Speaking of Remus/Sirius, the (written) saga of Harry Potter concluded this past July. I personally believe JKR got lazy towards the end, because besides the stellar chapter about Snape's life, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows wasn't that good (to me.) Lots of people died for pointless reasons, or just DIED. Dobby, Colin Creevey, Tonks, Fred, and REMUS LUPIN: WHY, JRK, WHY?! *shed actual, physical tears* Btw, Dumbledore is gay.
I saw in passing 'Utopia' a Season 3 Doctor Who episode online. I remembered all the yammering people had been doing about how Claude was the Doctor, I started to watch BBC America. I got hooked. Then I started to watch Torchwood with my gay father. I got the 'first' DW season for X-Mas. Season 3 of DW and Season 2 of Torchwood coming to BBC America in a few weeks! *SQUEE*
I read a great many good books, and have a great many started, lying about.
I got a subscription to The New Yorker for my birthday.
I was in two plays: Macbeth, and Romeo and Juliet.
After making a deal with a 'friend' who PROMISED he'd watch Heroes if I watched Lost, I proceeded to get addicted to the damn show with my relations. We are now plotting ways to rig the antenae to get the stupid show in a few weeks. THINGS MADE MORE SENSE WHEN THERE WERE POLAR BEARS RUNNING ABOUT!
I heard the Numa Numa song for the first time.
I started wearing a kimono as a robe-type-thingy.
I watched all the Seasons of Alias.
I fell in love with David Anders, Zachary Quinto, Christopher Eccleston, John Barrowman, and Josh Holloway.
I learned to make a paper crane.
I began to have actual conversations with the guy I have a major crush on (am in love with?), wore a 'sexy top' and received a WAVE from that guy!
Started wearing earrings again (cute little red skull-and-cross-bones!)
Got interested in 'popular' music because of aimisan.
Started god/Shiva/Zeus knows how many stories that I have yet to finish.
Saw quite a lot of plays and not many movies (in theaters.)
PotC ended (supposedly.)
I got hooked on the 'Twilight' books by Stephenie Meyer, began WEREWOLVES NEED HUGS (which got others to make such shirts!) and held votes as to who you'd rather be in a relationship with, werewolf or vampire.
I got addicted to manga.
I took a politics class and became insanely interested in everyone running for presidency. It's sad that a lot of my hard-won knowledge will soon become obsolete.

I know a lot of you have probably already had New Years, but here I've still got some time, so FAREWELL 2007!

WELCOME ELECTION YEAR!

We should have had a delay AT LEAST. Seriously, the roads: awful. It was snowing pretty steadily until nine-thirty-ish today.

This morning we began Lysistrata, and someone asked what a 'phallus' was and pretty soon the teacher got exasperated with everyone giggling and going red and me hiding my face in my arms and started to yell 'Penis! Penis! Penis!"
Yeah, before that we were going over odd words in the introduction and she was singing them to the tune of 'Tradition!' from Fiddler on the Roof. Imagine your teacher singing 'Nihilistic!' to that tune for a minute. (I knew what it meant because of some fanart of Claude on deviantart, but I was among the few.)
Also, the teacher started to reminisce about  the last time Greek Theater was going on. She didn't teach it, she was teaching a Medieval Pilgrims class that she led on a 'pilgrimage' into town with candy bars in their nylon backpacks. Then the Greek Theater class drove up to them, leapt out of the van, tied them up with duct tape, and stole their candy, all the while chanting like the Chorus about how the pilgrims were out-of-their-time, imitating Medieval Pilgrims and using nylon backpacks. (The teacher was in on this, btw.)
While we all laughed about this and bemoaned the fact that we hadn't been here then, I said "So they were like Time Agents!" and nobody understood. Even NICK hasn't seen DW or Torchwood, and he's a bigger geek than I am! Harrumph!

I swear, that guy in my Advisory has telekinesis! He was fooling around with a broom, pretending to be Luke Skywalker, and he pointed down the stairs at aimisan and two of the Christmas lights exploded! I kid you not! I am scared! He's the guy who called me a b*tch last month and continues to say 'that's gay!' ... argh!

Ok, and if that wasn't ENOUGH for one day (oh no, we've only just left LUNCH!)

That's right, GEOMETRY CLASS.
For some reason I get rather giggly around that time of day, and it doesn't help that the class seems to breed fits of hysterical laughter. (As well as learning, I swear!)
Today my teacher got  a tiny bit exasperated and idly said "If you miss this you won't be able to collect social-security." and aimisan and I were all 'buwhuh?!' and stopped folding cranes (mostly.)
Sometimes my teacher gets a bit off topic and somehow we were talking about basketball and he said he'd only played once as a child and had spent an hour sitting on top of a pole with his arms held out like a basket. He tells us these kinds of stories quite often, now that I think on it, in the same mournful, comedic tone. He also makes us little cakes with lemony icing on a regular basis ...
Anyhoodle, someone made a comment about breathing in air and how we're all sharing air and all the germs in our shower-water and my teacher really got into that and a friend of mine asked him if he thought about atoms while in the shower, like her old science teacher, and aimisan muttered to me "I think about Adam in the shower."
Our mutual friend heard and said "Atoms!"
But by this time I was laughing so hysterically and aimisan made a bad situation worse by saying "Peter thinks about Adam in the shower." and I just about DIED.
Fanarts, anyone? PLEEEEEASE?

Also, how does one post one of those 'all I want for Christmas' things? Ladywilde08 said she wanted porn and my mind is still reeling from all those smutty bondage fics on mylar_fic ... do I have that power?!)