Hmm. Thinking thoughts...

Hmm. Watched GoF tonight with Mom, as she never saw it. I dunno. I think I'm not in a wonderful mood today anyway, but the more I think about these movies, the more... eh I feel.

Like... they're good movies. I am fond of them.

But I spend most of them going "argh! No!" The problem is that I've MEMORIZED so much of these freaking books that the movies fall completely short and flat next to them.

( Inane rambling on GoF... mainly nit-picking, I suppose. )

Anyway. Yeah. I'm so bored and tired and annoyed and irked and it's a bit of a roller coaster, really. I should sleep. But there are things I'd rather do or think about... huh.



So stressed about the homework load it isn't even funny. Lord, I'll need help tomorrow. >.< I don't WANT to be Queen of Procrastination anymore. It's a thankless job, and it only makes ME suffer. Ugh.

Sunday. Hmm.

Back at school. Sigh.

Today, my cats turned 1. We bought them cat toys. Then entertained ourselves just as much as them with said toys. Heh.

I should unpack. Steph is cleaning so much that my eyes are watering from teh Pledge. Her side of the room *sparkles* and mine... does not.

Remotely.

.....she is dusting her picture frames on her wall now. And crawling under the bed to clean her tote. Seriously.

I do love my roommate. Who caught me watching her and looked at me and said, with no prompting from me, "My tote is dirty. Look!" I nodded. She looked down at the tote, then back at me. "Now it's clean." I laughed. She looked at me and said, "I'm going to wash my mirror now. Please don't mock my OCD."

::laughs::

Not mocking. Just amused.

And hoping my side doesn't terrify her and her dust-phobia. I should at LEAST unpack groceries... I mean, I put the milk away, that counts, right? =P

...seriously, Steph is making me tired just WATCHING her. She's cleaning the way my grandmother cleans, by moving EVERY object and cleaning it and then wiping the surface area. Oh, dear.

I opened the window to get some non-Pledge air in here. It's nice.



Oooo! We saw a rainbow after dinner and stood on the street corner for a full five minutes gaping in awe and joy. It made me happy. We stared and counted and names the colors. It was one of those super clear, bright rainbows where we could see EVERY color. It was fantastic. Then we RACED across the street, into the building and up three flights of stairs into our rooms to get our cameras, then RACED back down three flights to the street.... where the rainbow was gone. But we had fun anyway.

The rainbow made me BOUNCE. I felt about 5. But happy.



And I have so much work to do it makes me feel sick.



BUT!!! Sunday night TV!

The Case which is Cold, the Housewives of a Desperate nature and THE ANATOMY BELONGING TO GREY!!!!!!

=D



Just looked at Steph, and caught her piling ALL her shoes on the rug in the middle of the room and dragging her tote out from under her bed. She stopped and stared at me like a deer in headlights and said, "There are dust bunnies under my bed." I laughed, and she looked at the floor and then said, "I am ashamed," like the algaefish in Finding Nemo. And so she used the swiffer and then went behind herself with a tiny little handheld brushpan. Oh, my roomie... AND she just rolled the carpet up so she could bang it against the floor to make the dirt fall off. Well, the room will be clean.

Whoa, dude!

Dude, I was just nominated for an award.



For two drabbles I wrote in March of last year for the show Numb3rs. I am feeling honored right now. :)

They're two connected drabbles, nominated as one story because they're posted at ff.net as one.

Pretending and Stupid Questions.

Both set when the brothers were children, and dealing with how Don feels being the older brother of a certifiable genius.


Actually, I'm fairly sure they must be nominated as Sibling Rivalry, over at ff.net.

...So thank you for the nomination! =)

ARGH, LJ!!!! I KEEL YOU FABIO!

Okie dokie.

Right, so I love this show.

( ACK!! LJ ate my cut! )

Also, there is one hour a week I ask not to be interrupted. ONE HOUR.

THIS hour.

And what happens? My aunt calls.

And when I say "I'm watching my show with my friends," she says "Oh, okay, well, listen..."

>.<

No! That's not fair.

So she talks all through the middle and I MISSED things. I could have cried.

Especially since she was talking about my finding a JOB.

THANKS.

She wants me to do all these things that work for finding a corporate job, but NOT a teaching job. And she hires people for a living, being a "headhunter" so she thinks she's helping. But she's just adding stress. Nevermind that there ARE NO OPENINGS YET.

I seriously just want to crawl into a hole and die right now.

And I have so much work for this week, I might just do that.



Ooo, focus on good: meeting with Sharon tomorrow night for dinner! Yay, my mentor teacher whom I love and miss! I get to hear all about my crazy sixth graders!




You know, when I actually have a job and am working with kids again, things will be so much better for my psyche. I can't stand this.

This is a panic attack. Argh.



And now LJ is going all wonky and eating my cuts and deleting my posts and insisting I update in rich text mode, which I hate and wtf!?