Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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Thursday, January 26, 2006

Wow, head to toe leather. Great choice, Madam Jenner.

Why does Bruce Jenner look like this?

Why doesn't he look like this?

If you are going to have plastic surgery, you should at least strive to look like the one on the left. Everyone should look like the one on the left. NO ONE should look like the one on the right.
(Caveat: should I ever fall in love... that guy will be the best looking guy ever 'cause I love him.)

Not like I watch the show, or anything, but it is so obvious that Jillian Barberie and John Zimmerman are kickass at ice skating and every else sucks. The other losers should just go home.
Kristy Swanson, I don't know what you inspire in me, but I hate you.

Just agree with me, okay?

I got my grades for my first week of my new class and I got a B on my paper. A B. Ya. I was really mad. Especially for the fact that the paper was about MY opinions and experiences with Native Americans up to this point in my life. Apparently my experiences were only worth a B. Damn boring life. This class is giving me scabies. (Relax. I just like to exaggerate.) But seriously. I am doing more work in this class in a week than I do in a year at work. And it is making me crazy. Then to throw a little salt in my aching and open wound, a B! Damn. This all just leads me up to my point for this rant.
Why is it that every person I whined to defended my teacher? They tried to justify it, or give me ideas of how to be a better student. I got no shortage of things I could and should do.

NOT WHAT I WANT! Quit solving my problems. Just listen and say, "gosh that sucks. What ever are you going to do?" Geez, make me feel better! That is why I am whining. I already know what I need to do. I just want someone to listen to me and pat me on the head and tell me how great I am so that I can DO the things I already know I need to do.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Movie forces people to reexamine being in the closet...

I got to see The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe tonight. I loved those books as child, and am re-reading them now. (Though I am missing book 3, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. If you have it and would like to loan it to me, I would be much obliged. I am not very welcome at the library... Though I should not tell you that. Because why would you choose to loan me the book, then?)
The movie was wonderful. There were some times were the CGI was noticeable, but the rest was so good, that it overcame it. (For me, anyway.) I was a little mad that Lucy was not a blonde as she was in the book, but HOLY SMOKES, I fell in love with Georgie Henley. She was destroying me everytime she cried. She has a really great face for acting. My friend compared her to his boxer, and I can totally see it. That doggie of his is expressive as hell, and they both have these big, big eyes and that upturned nose. So stinkin' cute! (It is not a mean comparison, I swear!)

I do take offense at grown up Susan having dark eyes. What the? Her eyes could not have been a lighter blue. How could they mess that up? I looked for a photo, but none really capture the lightness of her eyes.

All of the Pevensie children could have been ads for collagen. Big lips! Especially on Susan. As my friend said, she looks like she was popped in the face. That is sort of what I looked like after being socked in my boxing class.

And, I know there are many things wrong with me, not the least of which is that everytime they showed the lion from behind, I was looking for his bits and pieces. Can't explain it. The other issue is that I had a bit of an old lady crush on the two boys. I would so have a poster of them on my closet door if I were 12. (or if I could find a poster of them... kidding. I am not a cougar, yet.)

I am off to examine the inner workings of my closet. My mother has a real wardrobe. I think I may head there soon. I am ready for adventure.