Blatherings ahoy.

Felicia and I teamed up and made yummy dinner for us + Cory and James, and then we all watched The Milagro Beanfield War. It was a pretty charming little production, with this ghost guy in a sombrero, and a pig, and a bunch of crazy old guys and protesters and everything... to say that it's about a legal fight over a bean field in New Mexico doesn't really emcompass the charm at all. :)

Dude, when did Christina Ricci grow boobs? I must be behind the times. Either that or I don't pay enough attention to people's boobs. I'm sure that's a good thing, though. ::rotfl::

I love corn on the cob. It's so freaking great. :D And I satiated that bread craving too. I get such random cravings for things these days, it's kinda scary. It's like "oh, I want some bread!" or "oh, I want some grapes!" or "oh, I want this specific dish from this specific place and it has to be cooked on a Tuesday." My tummy is weird.

Anyhoo, I should think about going to bed. Notice I said *think* about going to bed. Whether or not I'll actually do so is completely moot. ^_-

Twiggy Twiggy

I <3 P5! Oh yeeeeah.

I forgot to mention this insane dream I had a couple nights ago in Grants Pass. It was a first-person dream, and was competing in this beauty pageant, and I had this long, slinky blue-green dress with glitter on. There wasn't an interview portion or swimsuit segment, and it wasn't much of a show, they just lined us up at the end and looked at us funny. They paused for a long time at me and they allllmost picked me for the final four (who got to go out on stage and presumably do all that interview/talent show/etc. stuff for the finals) but then they decided not to.

So anyways, then it changed into a third-person perspective, and it got all weird and turned into Utena. O_o; This guy who looked like Akio popped up and was talking about how I could win the whole thing, and that he was going to kill, infect, and/or otherwise incapacitate the girls who got picked for the finals so I could compete in the final. I tried to tell him I didn't want that, but then he just disappeared cackling, all cheshire cat-like. Then my dress was suddenly a poofy ball gown (think of Anthy's skirts in her Rose Bride getup) and I ran around in slow-mo to the girls' hotel rooms, trying to get to them before he did. And there was this deep blue tint on the entire view during the second segment of the dream, as if I'd colourized it in Photoshop or something. x_x Anyways, all the other girls ended up dead or laying on their beds in poor health, and I started freaking out and feeling responsible for all of it, and it was about then that I woke up around 4am or so. ::rotfl::

Oh yeah, and there was this one part where I had to hurry and get my hair done for the pageant, and for some reason I had to search through this random bistro/burger place for the hairdresser. Yeah, I'd better go buy some beef today.

Anyhoo, I gotta get moving now. I actually managed to get myself out of bed at 9am, and I can't lose my edge, yo!

Complaints

Now I remember why I always brought my backpack to work with me. It's a pain in the butt to carry over here, but if I had brought it today, I'd have a refreshing beverage in my hand right now. And good lordy I'm thirsty! ;_;

I have money now, thanks to Dean. Having that random little second job is so, so handy financially! This time around, the check's going towards Y-Con, but in the future I'm hoping to funnel these little bonuses into my savings, cos I want a PHATTY SAVINGS ACCOUNT, yo! :O

There was a brand-spankin' new PowerMac G4 sitting on a hand truck in the office when I walked in today. Wowee! Of course it's not for *me*, even though my work machine *sucks*, but I get to ogle it on a regular basis, at least. (right now I'd settle for a new mouse, this one is crap on a wire)

I started putting together a design for my Sekrit Projekt last night, when I couldn't get myself to sleep. I kinda like it, and yet I kinda don't. It's a work in progress though, so it'll end up good. :D

Things I shouldn't be interested in

I have this odd urge to go and see O when it comes out, even though most Hollywoodian Shakespeare adaptions tend to be less than spectacular. Grar. And there's also the fact that the ads have the smell of tennybopper on them... or maybe that's just the presence of Julia Stiles. ::rotfl::

Eh, maybe I'll just go track down the old BBC version with Anthony Hopkins in blackface. ::shrug::

I'm still thirsty, and now I'm a bit hungry too. Argh! I wanna go home.

Quality counts!

If you're ever recommended for sainthood, don't forget to let all the folks praying to you know that your tamales should be accompanied by top-quality beer. Because you're a saint, and Saints shouldn't have to drink Pabst.

Heehee

According to this, if you were gonna purchase me, you'd have to pay at least $2,177,610.00. I wonder if I can get a loan based on my personal equity? Hurhurhur!! ;p

Anyways, I'm home now. Time to relaaaax.