Written · In · The · Stars

Next year, I say, Han Solo and Princess Leia. He says Anakin and Padme... (Say it with me now: "Sooo...love has blinded yewwww?!" Oh, Padme...)



Otherwise known as the cheapest Superman costume ever. We used my pillowcase. Which still smells like BOY at this very moment.


HAPPY HALLOWEEN!





My friend Nathan and I dressed up as Clark Kent/Superman and Lois Lane.

It's a slow night at Richmond U...

From Quiz Universe.

Dear Cupid,

This year, I've had my ups and downs in the love department.
[Well, that's obvious. HAYDEN. Effing Sienna.]

Deniedmsi left a huge flaming vagina on my yard American Beauty style.
[HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OMG. IT'Z LYKE THEY NOZ US!]

So as you can see it's been a hectic year.

Sincerely,
princessxleia

Dude. "A flaming vagina." That could be SEW many people.

I so totally just told you I was the freakin' Phoenix.

You scored as Jean Grey. Jean Grey is likely the most powerful X-Man. She loves Cyclops very much but she has a soft spot for Wolverine. She's psychic so she can sense how others are feeling and tries to help them. She also has to control her amazing powers or the malevolent Phoenix entity could take control of her and wreak havok. Powers: Telekinetic, Telepathic Most Comprehensive X-Men Personality Quiz 2.0 created with QuizFarm.com

Yeah, so this the latest on Mugglenet.com.

Hermione Granger Responsible For Increasing Violence Among Girls.

Are you serious? I don't even know where to begin with that one.

In other news, I was innocently passing through the living room, where my sister was sitting on the couch taking her hair out of the braids she had them in yesterday and this is what she said:

"Look, Hermione Erin! I have fluffy hair, just like YOOOOOUZ!"

Yeah, okay.

Here is some totally unnecessary information about what is going on with me Right At This Moment:

1. My left hand is totally cramping right now for no reason whatsoever.
2. Earlier today, I used this sentence in conversation to my mother: "When I menstruate, my belting is incredible."
3. For no reason whatsoever, my sister punched me in the back.
4. I watched The Corpse Bride tonight.
5. I convinced my mother we needed a bag of cherries for $10.
6. Am pretty much still peeing myself over X3.
7. I decided that I've had my fun, I need to go back to work now.
8. I'm going to Santa Clara University and am still not sure how I feel about that.
9. Found and, admittedly, read a R/H fic I could easily entitle, "Could Have Been Erin's Saturday Night Had Her Goddamn Moral Fiber Not PWNED Her In The FAYCE, Effing Hermione (And Not The Cool, Making-Out-Tipsy-On-A-Tabletop-Emma-Watson-ified Hermione Either)." The punch line? I enjoyed the fic. If you know what I mean. Goddamnit.

Well, that's enough family talk for today. Goodnight everyone!

Comment. You know, so I can know you all are still alive.

This just in: Daniel Radcliffe's STELLAR mobile phone...

Aw, look. Now The Big DRad can call Mommy anytime, anywhere...Our little boy's growing up! He might even be ready for Big Boy Panties soon!

I really wanted to put another (more colourful) word in the title, but Hey, I thought, there just may be kids watching.

Kids, whatever you do, don't grow up. Like, seriously. Slamming the window in Peter Pan's fayce was the dumbest thing I've ever done in my entire life. Unfortunately, he caught me at a bad time--when I was, like, a total TamingoftheShrewCRAZY!feminist. Anyway...

I have shamelessly stolen these off of Maeghanne.

Okay, guys. This one is funny because it made me burst into tears. "What makes you pretty?" Response: "Um, babe, you aren't!" Well, this just about blows completely out of the water my "Wow, I am back to my uber-confident, independent, don't give a crap what people say about me" self that died the instant I set foot in high school. I fail at life, guys. An EL JAY MEME made me cry. No, it wasn't so much that I cried because an El Jay Meme reinstated the fact that You Are Not Pretty but that it was, on all other accounts, completely true. I mean, look at it. Those repsonses (the legs one aside) are absolutely and completely spot-on. This has got to be new low. I am so glad that I am journaling this one. So I can look back on it with my non-existant therapist and we can laugh. Right after we stop analyzing why it was that my fictitious-book-character (*cough* James Potter /Ron Weasley*cough*) boyfriend left me.

What Makes You.. by SheBangs12
Your name?
Your gender?	MaleFemaleOther
What makes you sexy?	Your legs
What makes you pretty?	Um, babe, you aren't!
What makes you loveable?	How sweet you are
What makes you fun?	Your adventurous nature
What makes you irresistable?	Your talant
What makes you cute?	Oh, just about everything ^.^
Quiz created with MemeGen!

Here's another one... I can heartily say that I really, really did not like high school. Almost everyone I know talks about how much middle school sucked, but middle school was amazing compared to what high school was...

If LJ Were a High School by Karen_Walker
Username
Your Status	FreshmanSophomoreJuniorSeniorEnglish TeacherHistory TeacherMath TeacherScience TeacherChoir DirectorGym TeacherPrincipalSchool Secretary
Lunch Lady	jineesaurus
Head Cheerleader	star_threads
Quarterback	___apology
Prom Queen	libba_bray
Gang Member	maeghanne
Band Geek	kbk
Theatre Geek	darkafrofaerie
Chess Club Captain	deniedmsi
Loner Goth Kid	nichelle10
Class Clown	blood_is_spirit
Quiz created with MemeGen!

I am officially failing the diet that I vehemently proclaimed myself on two days ago after about six weeks of procrastination in the name of Cafe del Mundo's M&M cookies. So, new plan. The Diet? Yeah, it officially is reinstated tomorrow. After brunch.

I never would have thought that famous authors would ever suffer from that same overwhelming, OMGIDON'TKNOWHOWTOORGANIZEMYTHOUGHTS! writer's block, but they do. I was reading JK Rowling's blog and if freaking Joanne Rowling can get writer's block, then there is some hope for the rest of us suffering from the blatant absence of a muse or any kind of condusive writing-related-kick-in-the-butt. And it's a small comfort to me because I thought I was just...failing at life because I know exactly where I want my storylines and characters to go and I have the entire concept in my head scrambling and crowding to get out and yet, something happens that backs up that whole process. It feels as though my creative impulse (or whatever you choose to call it) is like a bottle and its neck has been stopped up with something (that something being me and my inability to tell the story in a way I see fit so I don't do anything at all without throwing my pen down in a frantic rage after five minutes and reaching for some chocolate). But this stuff needs to get before my head explodes. Urg. Anyway...That was way Emo Author. I'm stopping now before I have to smack myself in the jaw.

How come this never happens when I sit down to write Harry Potter fanfiction? Yeah, people. That's what I resort to when I can't figure out my own writing. It's a comfort and relaxes me, which is what my story used to do before I actually started trying to write it. On the fanfic front, I have a really awesome Ron/Hermione saga going on and I have no problem sitting down for four hours and working out the chapters but when it comes to my own work, I can't get past the first chapter. I must have rewritten the first three chapters at least seven times. I cannot even tell you. I could publish a book solely made of all the "first chapters" of my writing alone and it would look a little something like Harry Potter & The Half-Blood Prince.

Not only that, but there are many term papers on the horizon and I have two HUGE projects I have to do, a book to read, and a 1500 word response to the book to write on. Before the end of April.

Back to the point, a Live Journal Meme made me cry. Go me!

P.S. Am so tired. Everyone said I looked mad in Science and Myth today. But that was because I was so tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open which restulted in a cold-hearted glare all around. Of course, this could also be a reaction to the fact that for the second day in a row, my beyond-awesome professor has proclaimed his utter disdain for Harry Potter. No, not just Harry Potter--I personally think he likes Harry Potter, the books, a great deal. It's that "Harry Potter boy who wears the glasses." Yes, indeed. Our professor is talking about remedial herbs one moment and then it's all, "That boy who wears the glasses! He's worth 15 million pounds! And he can't act. And I have glasses. I could be doing his job...Film actors."

No, you don't understand. This guy makes me so happy. Like, seriously. His Harry Potter Tirades are the highlight of my WEEK. Seriously. The entire class then swings around and looks at me as if to say, "Whoa. He just called out your boyfriend. Aren't you going to like slap him in the kidney?" Nope, I think it's freaking awesome. It's just so entertaining. I just want to raise my hand one day and be like, "In real life, Daniel Radcliffe doesn't actually need or wear glasses. Just so you know." That would probably make him want to slap a ho. I love it. :D

Wow. Okay, I feel REALLY old. That's one decade + another decade = MY AGE.

I have been around FOREVER. I was 12 when Harry Potter came out and I read it for the first time. And for half of a glorious year, I was actually younger than aforementioned boy wizard wonderboy.

Now, it's positively Padme-and-Ani-OMG-WRONG to date him.

Unless, of course, you consider the fact that he's officially 25 because his birthday is 31st July, 1980. Yeah, that's right. I won a Harry Potter gift basket because I knew that.

You know what else I know?

For the first time since I can remember, I was glad it was my birthday. :)

Thank you to EVERYONE who wished me a "Happy Birthday!" and especially to the Marauderettes for being the greatest friends a girl could possibly be lucky enough to have. I cannot even tell you how much it meant to me!

P.S. Mischief Managed, Bitches! :D

This is the coolest thing I Have Ever Seen so as such, it should come as no surprise that it came from Kat's LJ (because, P.S., she rocks at life).

Leave a list of fictional characters in your journal that you would love to get a message from. Your flist's mission, should they choose to accept it, to write you an in-character "letter" from a character on that list. Then they post their own list in their journal and the process continues!

Sealed With A Kiss:

1) The Marauders

2) Han Solo (I know, how original.)

3) Fred & George Weasley

4) Darth Vader

5) Cedric Diggory (Yo, if Boba Fett can still be alive and kicking...)

Just on a side note, and to prove just how utterly pathetic I am, I do receive letters from James, Sirius, and especially Remus on MySpace. But that's because I RP as Lily. I also got the most entertaining letter from Lord Voldemort once. I cannot tell you how hard I laughed. And I have a funny feeling that if Lily had actually gotten the same correspondance from Voldie, she would have laughed her ass off too. Not that that's any excuse for the extreme nerdism factor happening here. Also, for a while, I was getting some nice mail from Anakin Skywalker. But I'm shutting up now. Carry on!

Meet Allegra, everyone. She is my roomie and IR major. She's from Germany and she's cooler than your roomie. Let me tell you why.

She listened to me re-enact Padme giving birth to *OMG!WHAT?!* twins as I gave a run-down of Revenge of the Sith in less than 30 minutes. Sith happens, Padme's *GASP* pregnant, Ani's, like, "Crap! Was I there for that?", more Sith happens, Anakin became a box, burned 99% of his body, Obi-Wan became an obstetrician, Padme cries...A LOT [Here's the part where I gave a colorful dramatization of Luke & Leia being born], Yoda decides that Padme "pregnant she must still appear" [At which point Allegra came up with some even more colorful theories about how the Jedi made this possible], and ZEE END!

She also clicked on an ad for "Spyware has been detected on your computer. Would you like to disable it with SpyIncinerator?" thinking that it was an actual Windows message. She's like, "Do you want me to clean it?" and I'm like, "No! Don't!" and so she, logically enough, clicks, "No" on the window. Pop-ups ensue. Please note, I have a Mac.

However, I think this just about wins at life:

Allegra: Do you want to make tea? [Sitting two feet away from the kettle.]
Me: Sure! [Across the room, and it's a big room, from the kettle.]
. . . [ Pause ] . . .
Allegra Do you wanna make tea?
Me: [Getting the point. Finally.] OHMAHGAWD! Geez, alright, Anakin. Anything else you'd like me to do for you tonight, dear?!

That was the part where I got off my butt, walked across the room, grabbed the kettle, went to the bathroom filled it with water, and plugged it in.

In other news, I'm really not liking the new washer and dryers. First of all, the entire other unit of them is out of order because they aren't plugged in and I find darkafrofaerie's discovery about the laundry room being "closed due to vandalism but NOT because we just haven't installed the darn washers and dryers yet" to be just super and so Richmond Uni-tastic, indeed.
And now, everyone is trying to do their laundry because we've had to go an unexpected week without doing anything. I woke up at 8AM this morning thinking that nobody would be doing their laundry that early on a Monday morning only to find all three washers full. Darn. Next time I look for a school, I'm seriously going to ask how easily accessible the laundry facilities are and if they are usually backed up because, honestly, you need a reservation to do your laundry at Richmond.

I am so glad I'm leaving at the end of the year. Although, taken that the semester's only just begun and I'm already counting down the hours until I can go home again and be done with this place, I think it's going to the longest 4 months of my entire life. I'm going from London, the city I love but the school I despise, to Los Angeles, the city I less-than-adore and, hopefully, a school I'll love.

Thank goodness I have a cool roomie to make the wait bearable, right?