November 30th, 2004 10:40
Why is Frodo such a pansy? Why put the pansiest hobbit you can find in charge of destroying the ring? They should’ve just handed the ring to Sam (the other hobbit) and the movie would have been over in half the time. Nothing gets in the way of this badass hobbit. Not only is he loyal like a mofo, but he’s got the balls to kill a bunch of orcs and take on the truck-sized spider of death! And when him and Frodo are at the volcano of Mt. Whatever, while Frodo is passed out on the ground from exhaustion, Sam actually picks him up and carries him up the side of the volcano. What the hell?! As if saving Frodo’s life a million times weren’t enough, he’s still got the strength to actually lift Frodo up and carry him. What were those clownwhores thinking when they put Frodo in charge of the ring? They should’ve just handed it over to Sam and taken a nap. By the time they woke up, Sam would’ve already destroyed the ring while at the same time managing to obliterate Sauron’s (or however you spell it) army and punching him in the butt a couple times.
HOORAY! Someone finally agrees with me.
November 30th, 2004 9:35
You know what? I’m really pissed.
I feel like I’ve spent most of my life with people who are all talk and no action and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not being able to count on people. I’m sick of people who can’t take responsibility for themselves (and yet criticize you for not always having your act together) and people who have no respect for others and/or others’ belongings.
These people fill me with a profound disgust. And weariness. Since it tires me out to deal with them.
November 30th, 2004 0:14
I have coined a new word: kneesea.
It means: that nausea-of-the-knee feeling that you get when you get hit hard with a hockey puck right on the side of the kneecap where there are no pads.
You wouldn’t think this could happen more than once (like lightning striking) but indeed, it happens to me ALL THE TIME. Enough to coin a word for the horrible wobbly lurch that my knee feels as it swells up to the size of my head and stops functioning.
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Trying to pull tickets for my sister’s fashion show tomorrow in NYC. If she can get us in, we’ll take a noon chicken bus. She wants me to videotape the whole thing.
I have been keeping secrets from LJ. A couple of weeks ago I put myself in contact with Muta. Have a few things to say to him. He was going to Australia and so our conversation has been postponed, but now he’s coming back tomorrow, I believe. I feel… edgy. Or I don’t know what to feel. He sent me a Thanksgiving card.
Ugh, late-night hockey makes me mentally deficient. Time to hop on my one foot to bed.
November 28th, 2004 14:43
So I found one small laptop company that makes almost my dream laptop. It’s 1/3 of a pound heavier than I stated I wanted the max heaviness to be… but I think I can give in on that point, given the fact that my true dream laptop is made by Samsung and is only produced in Australia, Germany, and the UK and I can’t order it online from any of those places.
Now I just need to scrape up enough money to buy it!
It’s the epitome of grisly November Boston day today. The cold wind and colder rain are doing their dirtiest outside. The perfect day to cuddle up indoors in my lighted, warm (amazing!) apartment with a cup of cocoa with 100 mini-marshmallows in it.
I love having an apartment that is clean and cozy and warm!
November 28th, 2004 13:57
Fucking hate fucking Windows.
Gave up in fury at squelch, downgraded back to Windows 2K. I’m hating Windows XP which does nothing but flounce around and crash.
Elma threw up on my laundry. I love having a bulimic cat.
November 27th, 2004 11:21
It’s such a struggle to make MS Money match up everything correctly.
This morning I made a final payment on my mortgage. As soon a it takes, I will be MORTGAGE FREE!!!! And you have no idea how much that means to me.
Thanksgiving was unusually fun. We took the dogs to my mom’s: A & W were back from school and so we ate Jewish turkey and went to the beach where the dogs ran about all insane with joy while my brother took us spinning circles in his new Jeep on the sand.
Fun stuff. My mother looked absolutely terrified when it was her turn. When it was mine I couldn’t believe sometimes that we didn’t flip over what with all the skidding sideways and such…
November 25th, 2004 22:35
All right, I’ve been convinced.
After weeks of harassment I’ve finally given in: I will go see a specialist about my foot.
See, I’m becoming an adult!
November 25th, 2004 1:33
Just got back from seeing Alexander.
This is what I have to say about it:
!$*&(%) #$*&%( (*&#$ &#$&!#&($* !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!… and so on and so forth.
Dude, that movie sucked. If the theatre hadn’t been full to the gills and I stuck right in the upper middle, I would have walked out after the first hour.
That movie epoitomized everything I hate most about humankind. And it was over two and a hafl hours long. And there were forty minutes of previews and ads (mostly ads) before the show even started.
What is the world coming to? What are all these rotten epics and WHAT is the deal with the forty minutes of ads? What happened to ten minutes of previews??
November 23rd, 2004 10:09
So th ID Nazi’s didn’t catch me last night. It was a pretty good game, too, at least team-wise: the other team was tough and very together, but we all played well and were definitely evenly matched. The only issue was that one of the three refs seemed to have some sort of vendetta against us and kept calling penalties for non-existent things to the effect that the opposing team had a powerplay for almost the entire game. So we were losing, but still putting up a good fight, and then suddenly, in the middle of the third period, at some minor event I didn’t see, the ref threw a tantrum and told us all to “fucking go home”.
Who got up on the wrong side of the bed yesterday morning?!?! Refs aren’t supposed to swear. Or lose their temper. And we weren’t DOING anything… it was one of the cleaner IM games I have played! When you get called for penalties that even the opposing team debates, you know something’s just not right.
B games have 20 minute periods instead of 12 like C. Makes for a much longer IM game than I’m accustomed to!
So my sister has a one-night job being a runway model for this Swiss fashion show. Swiss fashion show, you ask? Yeah, I never thought the Swiss knew anything about fashion either… Anyway I’m trying to figure out how I can go to NYC for an evening and still manage not to miss much work…
November 22nd, 2004 21:54
Playing my first B-league game tonight.
They are short on poeple, so I’m going to sneak in and hope that the MIT ID police don’t catch me and make me pay them $12 like they did at IM Dodgeball!
I’m scared of B-league. I’ve only played C before, well, in IM that is, I used to play a B+ league on Sunday nights that was rather a bit over my head. And this game is all friendly and such but still, I’m afraid of sucking!
Moatmeal roped me into it so I told him he’d better let me play D…
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