Told ya it'd be sparce. I haven't posted in a week! Hah!
Well anyway, I figured I would use this to express my sheer delight in the knowledge that my favorite television show is returning to the American Airwaves this weekend. :) Yay! Oh joyour rapture! I wait on the edge of my seat, anticipating the moment when he looks up at the large ship that has collided with his space craft and mutters the famous words, "What?" in an innocently flabbergasted manner.
Oooh yes, my dears, the last Time Lord of the lost planet Gallifrey, known simply as "the Doctor" is coming back to SciFi Friday night to save the universe from certain peril once again! Even though they're showing the episode I watched online in January (which was technically the Christmas episode), I DON'T CARE.
Also, I am terribly excited because my favorite character/companion, who departed from the TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimensions in Space AKA the Doctor's time machine/space ship) at the end of last season, will be returning mid-season for a glorious reunion with the man that she loved so dearly! Gooooooo Martha! 'Course it seems that the Doctor's previous companion, Rose, is also due to return for the finale, and even though I don't like her, I don't mind because I want to see how they will introduce her again.
Good stuff, anyway, I should be doing my work from Computer Literacy now... later! :)
Monday, April 14, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
"Golden Boy of" SEXXXXXXXXXX!!!
Ugh. John Barrowman... What a fox. Seriously, this man is gorgeous! I mean look at him!!
(That's him on the right... and Freema Agyeman on the left, I love her, too but that's for later. :D )
And not only this! But he has a BEAUTIFUL voice!! Have you seen "The Producers" or "De-Lovely"? He was in those! He was the lead tenor from "Springtime for Hitler" (the one that sings most of the title song), he was a total aryan in it though, funny stuff. In "De-Lovely" he sang "Night and Day", good times!! I haven't actually seen that movie but it's on my list now! :)
AND ON TOP OF IT ALL!!! He is in my favorite TV show (s), Doctor Who and Torchwood! YAY!
Well, suffice to say, he's a babe and I am most saddened by the fact that he is, in fact, in a civil partnership (thereby making him gay). BUT! On further ponderation (yes I made that up) I remember that I read that he is bisexual~~!!!! WH00! 'Cept I'm still about ten years too young. :P
(That's him on the right... and Freema Agyeman on the left, I love her, too but that's for later. :D )
And not only this! But he has a BEAUTIFUL voice!! Have you seen "The Producers" or "De-Lovely"? He was in those! He was the lead tenor from "Springtime for Hitler" (the one that sings most of the title song), he was a total aryan in it though, funny stuff. In "De-Lovely" he sang "Night and Day", good times!! I haven't actually seen that movie but it's on my list now! :)
AND ON TOP OF IT ALL!!! He is in my favorite TV show (s), Doctor Who and Torchwood! YAY!
Well, suffice to say, he's a babe and I am most saddened by the fact that he is, in fact, in a civil partnership (thereby making him gay). BUT! On further ponderation (yes I made that up) I remember that I read that he is bisexual~~!!!! WH00! 'Cept I'm still about ten years too young. :P
Thursday, April 3, 2008
The real victim?
Ennis Del Mar.
Yep. Not a doubt in my mind now that I've seen it. Having known the ending of the film beforehand, I always figured it'd be Jack. But now, it was Ennis.
Poor Ennis. I can't even begin to go into why now, it depresses me far too much. Especially with my little sister beside me weeping.
It was sad, almost unbelievably and the only reason that I come up with for me not crying is I knew it was coming... or it's just too sad. I dunno.
Or maybe I can't cry when I'm hormonal (fancy that).
Or maybe I just think it wasn't handled well enough in the movie. I think that may be it.
Yep. Not a doubt in my mind now that I've seen it. Having known the ending of the film beforehand, I always figured it'd be Jack. But now, it was Ennis.
Poor Ennis. I can't even begin to go into why now, it depresses me far too much. Especially with my little sister beside me weeping.
It was sad, almost unbelievably and the only reason that I come up with for me not crying is I knew it was coming... or it's just too sad. I dunno.
Or maybe I can't cry when I'm hormonal (fancy that).
Or maybe I just think it wasn't handled well enough in the movie. I think that may be it.
Song of the Day (4/3)
Stole the idea from Sarah-dear. :)
Today's Pick:
Her Space Holiday, "Something to Do With My Hands" :)
The Lyrics:
You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's cheekbones and
your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me
Like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry
Or a fucking fit of honesty
I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist
And my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
So your boyfriend has no clue
Of how much I've been touching you
My problem with me is my problem with you
It doesn't take much
For me to come unglued
I put my headphones on
And hear your favorite songs
And it kills me to know
That this won't be one of them
You know it saves me to think even for a little while
I owned the set of shoulders that you came to rely on
Like in that movie theater when you whispered in my ear
I almost didn't make it
This has been my hardest year
Your job is killing you faster than a cancer could
So now you're giving up like they always said you would
You've got that old map out now and
you found the farthest town
You hope that if you're lucky this is
where you'll settle down
I don't care where you move I don't care if it's far
All that I ask is that I know where you are
In case our timing is right
In case you need more from me
Than a bit of advice
Or a tongue full of sympathy
You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's cheekbones and
your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me
Like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry
Or a fucking fit of honesty
I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist
And my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
So my girlfriend has no clue
Of how much I've been touching you
Today's Pick:
Her Space Holiday, "Something to Do With My Hands" :)
The Lyrics:
You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's cheekbones and
your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me
Like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry
Or a fucking fit of honesty
I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist
And my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
So your boyfriend has no clue
Of how much I've been touching you
My problem with me is my problem with you
It doesn't take much
For me to come unglued
I put my headphones on
And hear your favorite songs
And it kills me to know
That this won't be one of them
You know it saves me to think even for a little while
I owned the set of shoulders that you came to rely on
Like in that movie theater when you whispered in my ear
I almost didn't make it
This has been my hardest year
Your job is killing you faster than a cancer could
So now you're giving up like they always said you would
You've got that old map out now and
you found the farthest town
You hope that if you're lucky this is
where you'll settle down
I don't care where you move I don't care if it's far
All that I ask is that I know where you are
In case our timing is right
In case you need more from me
Than a bit of advice
Or a tongue full of sympathy
You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired
You've got your mother's cheekbones and
your father's crooked smile
Forget all those places that you've never really been
And all those situations you somehow found yourself in
Let your body sink into me
Like your favorite memory
Like a line of poetry
Or a fucking fit of honesty
I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
With my old watch on your wrist
And my thumbs inside your mouth
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints
So my girlfriend has no clue
Of how much I've been touching you
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Attention Deficit Disorder (II) AKA Venting
No, this isn't about ADD or ADHD the actual medical disorder.
This is a commentary on that sad state of the seemingly unloved teenager today. Yes, the one that cries out for attention in any way shape or form. The one that feigns a deadly illness, or pretends to have an outstanding, lasting injury just so that when you happen to get within a foot of them they can cringe and whine about the insensitivity of the people around them (puh-lease, at least you have to smack my knee to make it hurt, and once this flippin' bruise is gone, I ain't gonna hold onto it indefinitely...). It may be the one who is obnoxiously loud with no excuse or reason at all, or makes those insanely annoying jokes that aren't even funny just so someone will look at them, or maybe that girl who wears a hideous amount of make-up, shirts her mother doesn't even approve of and pisses and moans about how she can't get laid and how horny she is. of course, then when she gets a boyfriend their already saying they love each other and it hasn't even been TWO WEEKS!!!!!
Now to you who may be reading this and thinking that I am practically nit-picking myself, I say "Ni" to you because I don't care what you think of me! If you knew me at all you'd know I have little to no control over the volume of my voice (especially when I am excited), and I know my jokes are lame, but I really can't see myself giving a rat's ass. Also, I wear little to no make-up (unless I'm on stage ;D ) and the only shirt I own that my mum really has a problem with is the one I bought at the Bruce Springsteen concert that features a less than appropriate stanza of lyrics that spread across my breasts. Yeah, you read it. I said breasts.
Anyway, this is supposed to be about my ponderings as to why teenagers today are so needy, but for the life of me I can't figure it out. Did our parents just not love us enough?
You know, it's funny... I come from a family with three kids, which I suppose is why I strive for the attention that I do (which mostly comes from being on a stage, not from social settings). But I look around me at the kids who cry out for attention like a baby for their mothers teet (OMG I NEED TO GET OFF THE BOOB SUBJECT! Darn you South Park!!), and they came from families with only one other child, or maybe they were the ONLY ONE!! How do you justify that? You didn't have to struggle to be noticed over your obviously favored older brother! You didn't have to protect your sister from the world while simultaneously destroying her innocence with your own negligence, did you? NO! You just had to worry about your little self and dammit, stop WHINING!
I know you were probably lonely, but you know what? THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR! If it was bugging you that much you should have made some!
So that's as far as I'm going to let myself go today... I need sleep and I think I got off topic again... Sorry if I offended. :)
Bonne nuit. <3
This is a commentary on that sad state of the seemingly unloved teenager today. Yes, the one that cries out for attention in any way shape or form. The one that feigns a deadly illness, or pretends to have an outstanding, lasting injury just so that when you happen to get within a foot of them they can cringe and whine about the insensitivity of the people around them (puh-lease, at least you have to smack my knee to make it hurt, and once this flippin' bruise is gone, I ain't gonna hold onto it indefinitely...). It may be the one who is obnoxiously loud with no excuse or reason at all, or makes those insanely annoying jokes that aren't even funny just so someone will look at them, or maybe that girl who wears a hideous amount of make-up, shirts her mother doesn't even approve of and pisses and moans about how she can't get laid and how horny she is. of course, then when she gets a boyfriend their already saying they love each other and it hasn't even been TWO WEEKS!!!!!
Now to you who may be reading this and thinking that I am practically nit-picking myself, I say "Ni" to you because I don't care what you think of me! If you knew me at all you'd know I have little to no control over the volume of my voice (especially when I am excited), and I know my jokes are lame, but I really can't see myself giving a rat's ass. Also, I wear little to no make-up (unless I'm on stage ;D ) and the only shirt I own that my mum really has a problem with is the one I bought at the Bruce Springsteen concert that features a less than appropriate stanza of lyrics that spread across my breasts. Yeah, you read it. I said breasts.
Anyway, this is supposed to be about my ponderings as to why teenagers today are so needy, but for the life of me I can't figure it out. Did our parents just not love us enough?
You know, it's funny... I come from a family with three kids, which I suppose is why I strive for the attention that I do (which mostly comes from being on a stage, not from social settings). But I look around me at the kids who cry out for attention like a baby for their mothers teet (OMG I NEED TO GET OFF THE BOOB SUBJECT! Darn you South Park!!), and they came from families with only one other child, or maybe they were the ONLY ONE!! How do you justify that? You didn't have to struggle to be noticed over your obviously favored older brother! You didn't have to protect your sister from the world while simultaneously destroying her innocence with your own negligence, did you? NO! You just had to worry about your little self and dammit, stop WHINING!
I know you were probably lonely, but you know what? THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR! If it was bugging you that much you should have made some!
So that's as far as I'm going to let myself go today... I need sleep and I think I got off topic again... Sorry if I offended. :)
Bonne nuit. <3
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
"Assignments"
I think I made a mistake somewhere along the line.
It must have been back when I started learning Photoshop. My sister and I made the great (albeit illegal) leap to Photoshop CS2 at some point during... I think it was the summer before sophomore year. Back in the day we had PS 6 (though I started at our old house with PS5), and we never touched it, but as soon as I got it in my head to expand my artistic repertoire digitally, I was completely addicted. Le sigh...
Now, I love photoshop, don't get me wrong! Would I be able to produce such lovely things as this without it? http://whiteprincess.deviantart.com (that's just my drawings, all of my heavy duty PS work is on my photobucket, but I can't let you see that just yet, maybe later) But since I began to delve into the greatness of Adobe's creation, I've become some kind of computer go-to gal. And to be honest, I don't really like it.
To be fair, I don't mind when people ask me in class if I can help them with something (especially if I am trying to avoid homework). If I can help them, I'm happy. And I guess it really only bothers me when my father asks for help.
Oh yes, you read that right. My father is so ridiculously computer illiterate, he can't install his own programs, or check his email without my help. Somehow I am saved from helping him with Quicken (that's Mom's domain) but if it has to do with the internet, he calls me in almost every ten minutes.
The other day the web browser wouldn't open (we usually use the SBC Yahoo browser on the PCs because it's handy), so he bellowed for me and in a ran. Apparently, he's not familiar with the concept of have more than one browser! So I opened Firefox and said, "Go wild." then walked out.
THAT'S IT! THAT'S ALL I HAD TO DO! And I swear I've done this at least ten if not twenty times for him already!
Mom just spent $500 upgrading their computer so he can play his stupid RC model plane simulator (that he spent $200 on), and when I tell him it's going to be much faster and more responsive now, all he says is, "I just want it to do what I want!" But see Dad, that's not how computer's work exactly! You have to find its way to do what you want, not your way. I understand that he is a mechanically minded person, I mean jesus, he installs window blinds for a living. Stick him in front of a car that needs fixing and he'll probably be able to help. But put him in front of a computer and you may have nothing but a pile of rubble in a while.
I have no idea how to end this and lunch just started so I'm out. Maybe I'll eat something today...
It must have been back when I started learning Photoshop. My sister and I made the great (albeit illegal) leap to Photoshop CS2 at some point during... I think it was the summer before sophomore year. Back in the day we had PS 6 (though I started at our old house with PS5), and we never touched it, but as soon as I got it in my head to expand my artistic repertoire digitally, I was completely addicted. Le sigh...
Now, I love photoshop, don't get me wrong! Would I be able to produce such lovely things as this without it? http://whiteprincess.deviantart.com (that's just my drawings, all of my heavy duty PS work is on my photobucket, but I can't let you see that just yet, maybe later) But since I began to delve into the greatness of Adobe's creation, I've become some kind of computer go-to gal. And to be honest, I don't really like it.
To be fair, I don't mind when people ask me in class if I can help them with something (especially if I am trying to avoid homework). If I can help them, I'm happy. And I guess it really only bothers me when my father asks for help.
Oh yes, you read that right. My father is so ridiculously computer illiterate, he can't install his own programs, or check his email without my help. Somehow I am saved from helping him with Quicken (that's Mom's domain) but if it has to do with the internet, he calls me in almost every ten minutes.
The other day the web browser wouldn't open (we usually use the SBC Yahoo browser on the PCs because it's handy), so he bellowed for me and in a ran. Apparently, he's not familiar with the concept of have more than one browser! So I opened Firefox and said, "Go wild." then walked out.
THAT'S IT! THAT'S ALL I HAD TO DO! And I swear I've done this at least ten if not twenty times for him already!
Mom just spent $500 upgrading their computer so he can play his stupid RC model plane simulator (that he spent $200 on), and when I tell him it's going to be much faster and more responsive now, all he says is, "I just want it to do what I want!" But see Dad, that's not how computer's work exactly! You have to find its way to do what you want, not your way. I understand that he is a mechanically minded person, I mean jesus, he installs window blinds for a living. Stick him in front of a car that needs fixing and he'll probably be able to help. But put him in front of a computer and you may have nothing but a pile of rubble in a while.
I have no idea how to end this and lunch just started so I'm out. Maybe I'll eat something today...
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Abi of the Indeterminate Origin
Really, just don't ask about the title because I couldn't tell you where it came from, well I could... but you probably wouldn't care (and I'm too lazy to explain it all).
But anyway, my name is Abi and yes, this is the first blogging expedition on which I will not be using a code name for myself. Though I may make up names for the people that I interact with but not for me. My name is Abi. :) Get used to it. (If when I post this, that smiley ends up having a stupid graphic, Imma be PISSED!!)
SO yeah I my post on here from time to time, usually I forget about this sort of thing so don't think I've dropped off the face of the planet if I don't post for a while. Well school's almost over so I've gotta book it.
Peace <3
But anyway, my name is Abi and yes, this is the first blogging expedition on which I will not be using a code name for myself. Though I may make up names for the people that I interact with but not for me. My name is Abi. :) Get used to it. (If when I post this, that smiley ends up having a stupid graphic, Imma be PISSED!!)
SO yeah I my post on here from time to time, usually I forget about this sort of thing so don't think I've dropped off the face of the planet if I don't post for a while. Well school's almost over so I've gotta book it.
Peace <3
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