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Memeage...stolen with love from [livejournal.com profile] missingshoe. Look behind the shiny cut tag...What if )
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The naming of cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games
You may think that I am as mad as a hatter
When I tell you a cat must have three different names.

First of all, there's the name that the family use daily
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey-
But all of them sensible everyday names

But I tell you a cat needs a name that's particular
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?

Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo or Coricopat
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat

But above and beyond there's still one name left over
And that is the name that you never will guess
That name that no human research can discover
But the cat himself knows and will never confess

When you notice a cat in profound meditation
The reason, I tell you is always the same
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name
His ineffable, effable, effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular name
Name, name, name, name, name, name
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Oh my sweet Jesus above, I just saw the BBC production of Pride and Prejudice. Colin Firth officially puts all other brooders to shame. It was five hours and ten minutes of glory. Although I haven't seen the movie version (yet, Kelly is plotting) the BBC one has left me with the distinct impression that Keira Knightley ought to have been cast as Lydia. There is no way in hell that she can match Jennifer Ehle's performance. Keira is actually beginning to remind me a great deal of Orlando Bloom - she has the good sense to pick roles in movies that I find interesting but lacks the skill to pull it off properly.

Megan S. once told me that she loves the BBC version of P & P but couldn't get through the book. When I realized that it was almost line for line the same I was wondering about this until it dawned on me that the first statement was accompanied by a comment about Colin Firth. Then it all became clear, because I can totally see Megan spending the entire time watching Mr. Darcy watch Elizabeth (I swear he has more significant looks than lines) and drooling. Not that I wasn't but I was paying attention to the story too.

The only thing that bugged me at all were the dresses (which seem to be correct for the period although I am by no means an expert) which looked odd over boots. Curse my modern eyes. I did like that each of the characters seemed to have a set wardrobe and that you often saw the girls wearing a dress that they had worn in an earlier scene later on a different day. This made me smile because the infinite wardrobes of a lot of characters (even ones who are supposed to have cash flow problems) on both television and in the movies always bugs me.

I have become very attached to the miniseries as a means of conveying a good story (when it's done well - I saw the The Thornbirds a while back and died laughing during all of the dramatic bits). But I love the Tenth Kingdom and I believe that P & P was miniseries.

The amazon delivery from heaven has also yielded Brothers in Arms, 19 Varieties of Gazelle, and many AP study guides.
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Miss Emily just walked up to her crate, spent ten minutes pawing at the rug (not her usual pillow thing, which is in the wash) until it came out, pulled it underneath my mother's rolling desk chair, and curled up on it. That dog is on crack.
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Wow...it's been way too long since I've updated. (Although by actually not looking at lj for most of break instead of just not updating I managed to avoid all the wankiness and ridiculous lack of manners in fandom.)

Vacation was just long enough. Without that last snowday on Tuesday I probably wouldn't have wanted to come back but somehow I got one of my major productive kicks late Tuesday night. I was so worried that I wasn't going to get bored over vacation and that I'd burn out by the end of the year but I seem to be ok. There's something about lying in bed for a week straight and reading that just makes you want to start learning in a more active way. I'm pretty sure that I got more reading done over the holiday than I have in years.

in review )

It's weird, to look at how much time I spent reading how little I actually read. I wonder if I was sleeping or if the driving lessons took up more time than I thought. (And I finally went car shopping, nothing conclusive except that I am not buying an American car. And vaguely Vimesish thoughts on the boot thing - getting a car that still works after five years may mean shelling more cash than I want to (i.e. borrowing from the parentals) and someone who comes from a lower income family or who is actually working for themselves may not have the extra cash. And may be delayed two or three cars from getting one that does work because of paying for repairs and buying different cars sooner. I am so, so, determined not to fall into that trap.)

I'm really starting to hate AP Calculus. That's the only part of my day that I dislike. Even gym is more fun - especially when we play kickball. Although it may get weird when Katie leaves - I like most of the underclassmen but John talks to me through Katie and I don't feel like I really know him on his own terms very well at all (he's absent almost every other class) - it may get exceedingly awkward. Anyway AP Calc is just getting mind-numbing. I can't pay attention in class, something that hasn't been a problem for me since Algebra II with M squared.

On the college front there's some great news mixed with blind panic. (I was feeling horrible about letting things go too long and then I realized that Kelly still hasn't submitted all of her applications. Ah, perspective.) details here  )

I have this thing in my life right now where I want things that I've never wanted before - for the first time I've doubted that I want to go to college. I think the economic benefits of the education would get me there even if I stopped desiring it in and of itself but it's still very scary. Part of the problem may just be senior restlessness and a desire to get out of high school right now. Perhaps even if I do burn out, college will be enough of change that I can handle it without freaking out about doing another four years of school. I've also gone back to wanting to be a librarian. I'm fairly certain that I don't want to be a lawyer and museum curator just isn't appealing right now. I don't want to teach. I'm not even sure that I want a career. Part of me wants to be done with college already and the other part doesn't have a clue I'd do if I got there. I wish we could just jump into other parts of our lives - I wish I could spend a week being a little kid with plenty of time and then get to enjoy grownup thinking and then go back again. The forwardness of age and time bugs me to no end.
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WE BEAT HOBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WE FREAKING BEAT HOBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I GOT A 91 ON THE AP CHEM TEST!!!!!!!!

(Did I mention that we beat Hoban at volleyball yet?)
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So apparently there was an drunken argument and gunshots outside of my house last night. I live in the middle of nowhere and it's acting like the inner city. What is the point of living in the middle of nowhere if you can't escape that stuff, I ask you? The even more disturbing part is that the shots woke my parents up, and my Dad went and got my sister out of bed and made her sit in the middle of the sewing room so that she wouldn't get shot through the window, but they left me in bed. My mother is now tying to claim several things, including that the shots were clearly on the side of the house by my sister's room and that my Dad sent her to wake me up and that she decided he was over-reacting (the sewing room is inbetween their bedroom and mine and is kind of like a hallway, you'd think that he would have noticed that she hadn't gotten me up and would have gone to get me himself). Even more disturbing, they didn't even tell me about it until my sister came downstairs and started complaining about how Dad woke up in the middle of the night. Maybe I'm just being paranoid but this all looks a little shady.
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Well I'm off. After fights over Joan of Arcadia v. Firefly, consternation about seating and motion sickness, and the general "why the hell do want to spend two weeks cooped up in car with each other questions" I'm off. Internet access may be limited for the next couple weeks so we'll see what happens. Wah. Just when I started updating regularly too...(Or I will be off at be six a.m. tomorrow morning.) (Off on vacation you perves).

Anyway I was talking to my mom about straightening my hair and...
Mom: It's too late. You can't go do it now. You'll have to wear it curly tomorrow.
Me: Over my dead...would it be too much to say ends right now?
Mom: *eyeroll* Just go.

By the way straight over curly is not just a general aesthetic choice...straight hair can come out of long car rides looking all right, curly hair comes out looking like a bird nested on my head.

So in addition to whether we'll watch Firefly on the portable DVD player fight my sis and I had one about Dogma...which involved me convincing Mom and Dad that she could watch because, and I quote, "there's some violence and cursing but no sex." (My father has actually seen and enjoyed all of the Kevin Smith by the way, and I'm still not sure if he's figured out that I've seen them all too...) It wasn't until later that I realized that that was only because most of the characters in the movie lack the appropriate parts and certainly not for lack of trying on Jay's part. I may be in deep doo-doo when we get to the stripper scene, especially if Dad forgot about that or wasn't thinking too hard earlier...ah well, it'll do Kitty some good to be exposed to some good old parodies of religion.

I'm disappointed that I'll be missing the fandom kerfluffles over Half-Blood Prince but I shall move on, and perhaps sneak on-line at the homes of those relatives who have entered the twenty-first century and have computers. I'm still amused that the entire fandom knows who R.A.B. is and that that trinket has been found, and you know it's only been TWO DAYS people. (Well actually it's been three, but I had that thought yesterday...)
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So AP results and my British copy of Half-Blood Prince came in the mail today. And I got a friggin FIVE on the AP US History test!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*wanders off in shock to mow the lawn*
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I just watched Dr. Strangelove and wow. Just wow.
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HalfBlood Prince Talk - SPOILERS!!! )

I got no less than thirty-one Burger King Star Wars toys in the mail from eBay earlier this week. *happy dance*
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So the deep throat mystery is solved. Cool. (Of course I'm still waiting for this to turn out to be a coverup, but for now the world is not with me.) Anyway, if it is true, then maybe we'll find out what the deal was with Kennedy.

(Actually I'm not that delusional.)
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The Junior class trip was officially the worst class trip ever. The bus driver couldn't use a clutch and managed to hit a parked car. Then we drove off. The wax museum was tre cool as was the top of the empire state building but everything else pretty much sucked. Except for lunch at J.P. Mustard. But then lunch is above sucking. I almost shelled out for a foot massager at the body shop, but I'm glad that I didn't because I found an identical one at Target for $1 on Saturday. *buffs fingernails*

Revenge of the Sith is an amazing movie. I think that it's my favorite one. Just because tragedy always trumps a happy ending. The symbolism with the shadows that Anakin kept running into, the symbolism when Yoda and Palpatine fight in the Senate chamber, the way they didn't downplay the political disagreement between Anakin and Palpatine and Amidala and the Jedi, Mace Windu falling just a little bit before he dies, and the way the thing that forces Anakin to the dark side is really a result of him going to the dark side all make it better than the originals. Which I love, don't get me wrong, but Revenge of the Sith moves me in ways that those ceased to when I learned every line. And it doesn't work without the first three (chronologically; I'm just going to ignore the pile of crap that is Episodes I and II). One most painful parts of the movie for me was when Amidala tells Anakin that she's pregnant and he says that it is the best day of his life - I couldn't get the picture of Luke screaming when Vader tells him that he is father out of my head. The scene where Anakin kills Dukoo is so much better because you know that a generation later Luke won't be able to return the favor (and while I like the symbolism in the identical throne rooms, there is no logical reason in the plot for it.) The other really neat thing is the way that sets and makeup slowly move into the seventies style from the originals. The one scene that I hated was the scene where Vader stands up and breaks away from the table. It was too Frankenstein monster for me. There had to be a better way to get the point about his last shred of humanity dying with the knowledge that he killed Padme across. I really liked the scene where they're adding all of the extra limbs and the mask to Vader though, especially when they put the camera under the mask. All in all it was a very good movie and I'm still bitter that I had to wait until Saturday to go see it. I did wear my Rebel Alliance t-shirt though.

Rachel's birthday party was fun. The surprise fell flat, but it was still a good time. The highlights included Heather "bar-tending", Kelly getting a dart stuck in her leg, us playing poker talking and John coming over to pick up Desiree and believing her when she said that it was drinking party. Because he showed up high and was a little bit pissed at Desiree when he realized that it wasn't that sort of party and that it was winding down and she just wanted a ride home. Chelsea stepped in and gave her a ride instead. Very funny times.
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I'm going to states for National History Day!!!!

So South Pacific is over. It's a badly written musical with cheesy music, but we did our best for the most part pulled it off. Just because of the way it's written, Jill and Jake carried the show.

The banging of heads off of walls began at on Tuesday when we discovered scenes that we had never run before. It ended with a huge bang tonight, when the twelve or so people who decided to stay for set strike (including Devan, our fifth grader) gave up and left. Mr. P. didn't show. So if he wants to complain about the half taken down sets, the backdrop that's still hanging, the trashed practice rooms, and the fact that the pit is still set up he can kiss my ass. If he wants to complain about having to stay after school to prepare for the Jazz thingy next weekend he can kiss my ass. If he expects us to come help him he's got another thing coming, and it's large and pointy. Everyone who was there is pretty pissed off right now. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'll be glad if Mr. P. leaves at the end of this year. He doesn't give a crap about any more and in the short space of a year has turned from one of the best high school theater and choral directors in the area to one of the worst. He complains about people not wanting to do things his way, but he hasn't fucking been here to tell us what his way is. He says that now that he's not yelling at every little thing doesn't mean that he doesn't still expect the same quality performance but he couldn't even be bothered to remove his cell phone from his ear for long enough to take a piss. The only useful thing he did for us for this entire play was conduct the pit. If we could get the old Mr. P. back I'd take him in a second, but right now I wish he'd go jump off a cliff.
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I am the proud owner of one Frankenstein monster. Also known as Miss Emily. After having three cysts removed and sewed up (with wire)on her back (and the hair shaved off around them) she looks like the Baron von Frankenstein's favorite pet.

In other news the musical is screwed and will be living in the theater for the next week because we don't have another rehearsal till Tuesday.

And Missy and I have decided that I abuse ellipses when I use AIM. There were many hysterical jokes last while finishing the blasted DBQ project. I've also just discovered that I didn't spell the word ellipse right in any one of those jokes. *pets spellcheck and wonders vaguely why my generation can't spell*
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Family guy is very funny. I'd almost call it the animated counterpart to Arrested Development. They have the same style of using flashbacks, cutting to tv shows, and mixing dirty and sophisticated humor. Of course Arrested Development doesn't have Stewey and isn't about otherwise normal people. Unfortunately I can't convince my father that family guy is funny because his current idea of a good show is one that he can listen to while playing on his computer. And family guy is too visual to be enjoyed while looking at something else.

My mom got me a vegetarian cookbook with a really orgasmic looking recipe for this mexican chocolate cake and an Olivia calender at Ollie's today. I am very excited.

Miss Emily has been to the vet, and is scheduled for surgery on Monday. Apparently of the tre-gross cysts is the same one he cleaned out two years ago. So the plan is to just cut it out. Blech. Since this is the same vet who put Loise to sleep I'm a little bit nervous about letting them put her under. (I know this is an unreasonable phobia. But then phobias are supposed to be unreasonable.)
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Well I've cleaned out Miss Emily's pus-oozing sores, cleaned out her kennel, had crap fly in my eye, and washed all of her bedding, some towels, and her collar. I'm officially grossed out.
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Mandy's Birthday bash was awesome. Truth or Dare Jenga can get vicious. Bowling kicks ass. Get Shorty is hilarious. Moses also kicks ass. Conan tastes tangy.

Eloise is more trouble than the von Trapp children and the Banks children put together. And either George or Oscar Bluth once worked as the concierge at the Plaza.

Tampon ads from the 50's are entertaining. National History Day sucks, but Better Homes and Gardens rule. (You know you've gone too far when you're planning Sims homes from floorplans found in articles circa 1950. But I don't have a problem or anything. No really. I swear. (And I have absolutely never read BHaG religously in the bathroom.)) Nixon and Khruschev make very funny faces. I'm getting a kick out of some of my new pictures.
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First, I went to see Phantom of the Opera last weekend and Oh My Freaking God!!! That movie is amazing. Go see it. Multiple times. Eat popcorn. Be shocked at the way the guy from Angels in America can sing. Laugh at how Carlotta was Karen's nemesis on Will and Grace for a while. Wonder where the hell Emmy Rossum has been hiding and why Gerard Butler hasn't been singing. (Find bootleg copies of the soundtrack.) Stay up all night listening to it.

Second, my home has been invaded by small and loud kids. Who enjoy prank calls and have a fascination with 10th grade guys in my chem class. Some of whom are beginning to remind of my friends. But I'm not creeped out or anything. No. Not at all.

Third, Happy Birthday Mandy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fourth, South Pacific is a weird musical. It really bugs me that the main character has issues with her boyfriend's Polynesian first wife (actually I'm not sure if they were supposed to be married...) but not with the fact that he killed someone. And with actresses playing certain main characters bitching up the world. To all those theater people who have been putting up with that crap for god knows how many shows since you've been in theater, I salute you. And Miss Cave gets brownie points for being delightfully snarky about Mr. P.'s current interests and extracurriculars.

Fifth, I feel for Caleb Piatt, who spent most of APUS today being harassed by Denise. I did learn some interesting stuff about him though. One of the gems:

Denise: "So if you Matt Dragon both go to Penn are you going to go for coffee or something?"

Caleb: "I told you already, I like girls."
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I'm stuck at Wilkes and a little bit bored. So I made a pair of scissors out of two plastic knives and a rubber band. As long as the paper is taut they actually cut. The small robot children were not nearly amused enough. Although one told me, and I quote, "you have a weird brain." Which of course reminded of the Firefly quote...

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