WOO-HOO!!! I have BURNINATED my CSE final! And I owe it all to my decision to wear my Trogdor shirt today. Burninating the methods! Burninating the classes! Burninating the peasants who dare challenge me! Burninating the countryside!
Priscilla was an artist! Or maybe she was an artist/computer science major! Or maybe she was just a DMDer! But she was still Priscilla! Priscillaaaaaa!
I totally need a theme song.
(For those totally lost, click here. Shame on you for not doing so earlier!)
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You know, sometimes I wonder if Chris realizes how unbelievealby tone-deaf he is. The one person on our hall that loudly sings along to his music… And whistles along to symphonic music. His approach to hitting the intended notes is like a drunkard playing “pin the tail on the donkey.” XD
We ♥ Chris.
Animorphs, X2, Kill Bill, and Gilligan’s Island. I have the weirdest dreams.
Here, entertain yourselves with:
Lord of the Rings advent calendar
This Page from my friend Bluefooted’s comic (if you want to read the whole thing so far, it starts at comic1.jpg)
And it turns out that it was actually Giselle and Carmen behind the makeshift menorahs. Sorry, guys. You just can’t compete with female ingenuity!
Hee! One of the guys on my hall made a makeshift menorah out of a ruler, blue glitterpaint, and some steel nuts, sized to hold birthday candles. Crafty, boys. Very crafty.
Wow, I’m suddenly in the mood for latkes and applesauce.
Renata — the “Mona Lisa Smile” soundtrack, which features two songs by Tori Amos, also includes a song called “Beseme Mucho.” Just thought you’d be amused. :D
Okay. Sixties, Seventies, Eighties, Nineties. What do you call the decade we’re living in now? The Aughts? The Noughts? (The Naughties?) The 2ks? The Ohs? The zips? That Decade Between 2000 and 2009?
I’m calling them the Aughts until society decides otherwise. *tweaks Songwritng paper accordingly*
Wah. NyQuil Cough, you are worthless compared to your Cold and Cough brother. Dishonor upon your entire family!
HOBBIThobbithobbithobbithobbit… hobbit?
HOBBIT!!!!!
AliceyQuoteLove:
(response to Alicey’s journal entry)
PriscillaofDoom: Next time this happens, just pretend it’s Alan Rickman climbing all over you and licking your neck.
Aliceypoo: *laughs*
Aliceypoo: Alan Rickman with a sandpaper tongue?
Aliceypoo: Kinky :P
PriscillaofDoom: *shrugs* You never know.
PriscillaofDoom: well, if you’re capable of imagining a 4 oz kitten into the weight of a full grown man, I’m sure you’d be able to imagine away the sandpaper texture as well.
Aliceypoo: indeed
Aliceypoo: OH!
Aliceypoo: I GOT AN EVIL LUNCH TODAY
PriscillaofDoom: HOW WAS IT EVIL?
Aliceypoo: It cost $6.66
PriscillaofDoom: EVIL!
Aliceypoo: I pointed this out to the cashier
Aliceypoo: she went “Ooooo” and was like, “Wow”
Aliceypoo: I swear
PriscillaofDoom: freaky
PriscillaofDoom: the devil is in your meatloaf
Aliceypoo: in my french fries, rather.
Aliceypoo: perhaps i should spit like they do in “My fat greek wedding”
PriscillaofDoom: who is the celeb/fictional character of your choice these days?
Aliceypoo: hmm
Aliceypoo: Depp, I hate to say
PriscillaofDoom: bah, he is teh sexxor. don’t feel bad about liking Johnny. :D
Aliceypoo: Alan Rickman is brilliant and utterly talented
Aliceypoo: but let’s face it
Aliceypoo: he’s old enough to be my grandpa
Aliceypoo: Johnny Depp is merely old enough to be my father