So, I was just poking around some Firefly sites, and I found some pictures of Gina Torres in like, non-Zoe roles.

I'm sorry, but she still looks like she could kick your ass in 12 different ways.



In other news, I'M HOME! YAY HOME YAY YAY HOME YAY!





ETA: Coincidentally, my mom was watching this show tonight, and Gina Torres was on it. And she did kick SO MUCH ASS. Cause she is just like that. GO ZOE!
It is now officially November, the month of Sesshomaru and plays. (By which I mean that Sesshomaru is on my Inuyasha calendar, and I'm going to see/be in a ton of plays this month.)

Let's see... I'm going to see Cat's Paw (the main stage this semester) tomorrow night, then Mom and I are going to see Man of La Mancha and Fiddler on the Roof next weekend, then the Monty Python show goes up the weekend after that... Oh, and then the Saturday after Thanksgiving we're going to see The Logger.

See? Plays. Lots of them.


This is also the month of Thanksgiving, and we all know what that means... DEER CAMP. WOOT!

And turkey, and other food, and family, and all that junk. :)




P.S. I got a 98 on my Chem test. I am SO AWESOME.
I guess I just don't have it in me to go on about my Fall Break and its extreme awesomeness, but let me just say I SAW BECKY AND JANEEA AND I LOVE THEM BOTH!

Oh, God, and apple picking with my family? Always an adventure. I love them all so very very much. For example:
Dad: *tries, and fails, to give directions*
Mom: Why are you such a fuckhead?

They've been married 30 years this May. That's all I'm saying.

Heh, and we went to see the geese (up near Middlebury somewhere), and it was one of Dad's Wild Goose Chases (TM) LITERALLY.*


What else's been up? Ummmm...

Oh, in Psych we learned about this researcher from JOHNS HOPKINS who lost his professorship-ness because he used unethical methods, and also because he left his wife for his research assistant who he later married. (What a legacy your school has Hannah, what a legacy.)



That's all I have the energy for right now. It's time for bed because I have a big philosophy test in the morning. Oh joy, oh rapture.





*I'm going to assume, since you all didn't grow up with my father, that none of you get this. So let me explain. All the time when we were younger, my dad would hear about a place/event/waterfall/building that he thought we should all go see. So we would plan, or sometimes improv, these car trips to wherever he had in mind. Only, my dad has pretty much no sense of direction, and is usually in the wrong lane, literally and metaphorically. So we would always end up driving around for hours, having no idea where we were or how to get to where we wanted to be, but we would somehow always end up there eventually/miraculously. And these outings came to be know as Dad's Wild Goose Chases. And we went to see geese. Get it now?
Fabulous day today.

Went shopping with mom (there are no tiger masks to be had in Rutland for love nor money, just in case you were wondering), hung out with Hannah L., then had ice cream with Hannah, Aaron, and Vanessa.


So Hannah Loso. You think she's all cute and innocent, and nice, and she is, but then she does things like win two straight games of Sorry! and says things like "He's just... emotionally unattainable right now." She makes me laugh so much.

Man, she's just so cute and hippie-ish and she actually said to me today, "So many people wouldn't have sticks up their asses if they just walked around barefoot more. If George Bush just walked around barefoot in the grass, then we wouldn't be at war."

Oh Hannah.



Also, Aaron and Vanessa are awesome. Vanessa and I colored with crayons at Ben and Jerry's. I have got to hang out with them more often.


And last but not least, there was a shirt in B&J's that said "Vermont. What happens here, stays here. But nothing ever really happens." Which is sad, but funny because it's true. AND I LIKE IT THAT WAY.
So we went out to dinner at Cafe Provence in Brandon tonight to celebrate Heather's birthday (August 30) and Eric's (September 1) and it was a classic Denardo get-together.

After arriving in shifts, Heather spilled her lemonade. Everywhere.

Then my mother asked my brother if he was playing the bagle this year. (She meant bugle, but that makes almost as little sense because he plays the saxophone. I blame the martinis.)

And they had the cutest little salt and pepper shakers there, so Heather and Emalee each stole a pair. Aided by my father. We are all insane.

But I had duck, and it was very very good. We joked, and we laughed, and we were extremely random, and I love my family.



And now, my house is full of young teenage boys, and they are all football players, and they are HUGE and I am not exaggerating.



In other news, the Dog Team Tavern burned to the ground the other night. How random is that?
So my mom and I wantched Ultraviolet tonight, and I don't see why everyone hated this movie so much.

I liked the mother/son thing she had going on with Six, I liked the story and the costumes and the shiny backgrounds, and I REALLY liked Milla Jovovitch. SO VERY HOT.

I mean, come on guys, it was an action movie. Action movie = thin plot, so-so acting, and lots of blood and death and bullets and kicking and tight leather. And maybe something blows up. You can't expect more than that from them.

Did I mention Milla Jovovitch was really hot? In tight leather? In like five different colors? And purple hair? God, the costume/wig department must have had a field day with this movie.


I imagine the pitch for the movie went something like this: "Ok guys, listen. I have this idea for a story, and it's sort of cool, but not really deep enough to hold an audience's attention for two hours. So I figure, we cast a smoking hot girl, put her in at least 10 different tight costumes, give her killer makeup and a couple awesome wigs, and then we give her these kick-ass skills, including but not limited to, fangs, (because we all know vampires are hot, but they've been done to DEATH) super speed, and great attention to detail. We provide her with a real sob-worthy backstory, give her a cute kid/sidekick, and put her in a futuristic world that's all shiny and computer generated. Throw in a lot of flying bullets, some holograms, and maybe one big explosion, and I bet we can make a couple million at the box office. What do you say?"

And they said yes, because that's what movie-makers do.


Unfortunately, they spent their entire budget on CGI effects and really awesome costumes and makeup, and then didn't have any money left to hire decent writers. Pity, because the story had real potential, and if they'd bothered to relly develop Violet's character, instead of just pretending to, it could have been a really good movie instead of just an ok one.

But I liked it, and it's not even close to the worst movie I've ever seen, so... yeah. I mean, I was entertained, and what more can you ask from a movie? (A lot, I know, but remember ACTION MOVIE... not great artsy work of genius. Meant to entertain, not exercise your brain.)


And did I mention how Violet was AWESOME?




P.S. You know Six? The kid that had the whatever inside him? The cure for the disease and/or the way to kill all humanity? Well, he was played by the same kid who played Leech in X-Men 3. You remember, Leech, the kid with the cure for mutancy inside him? Apparantly that kid can just cure everything.


P.P.S. And now, The Fifth Element is on tv. Ah, coincidences.
A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.

-We have guns.
-No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty, I will no longer be standing. Because if I am, you'll all be dead before you can reload.

Are you like, a crazy person?



God I LOVE that movie.


But my mother... not so much with the movie loving. She always has to be so damn logical. Oh well.

"They haven't made a good move since Gone With the Wind."
Ok. I had this dream last night, and it's sort of bothering me, so I'm going to write it down and maybe that'll help. I don't usually remember this much of my dreams, but this one's sticking with me for some reason.


Cut Because It's Long and Freaky )

Isn't that the most wacked out thing you've ever heard? It's still kind of creeping me out, but I can't help thinking at the same time that if I edited it together so that it made sense it would be a truly kick-ass story. Of course then I'd have to come up with a good ending...any suggestions?
So wow.

It's been, like, forever since the last time I updated, which is mostly because lots of busy and lots of Eric on the computer.

And now my Shift key is spazzing. WTF?

Le'anyhoodle, let's start with my birthday.
-Went to lunch with mom at Tapas, where I'd never been before. Consider this my recommendation for it. It was very good.

-Went to see Pirates of the Carribean, Dead Man's Chest, and didn't get the title until about halfway through the movie. Since most of you saw it with me, all I'm going to say about it is what I said in the theater after it was over: HOLY FUCKING SHIT IN A BOX. (And I mean every single one of those capitol letters.) (And did I mention that Sarah is awesome? I'm never going to another movie without her if I can help it. We just sat there and screamed after it was over. GAH.) Also, if anyone hasn't seen it, there is a scene after the credits. AND THE MOVIE IS OMG AND IS IT MAY YET? (Although, I have to see this one again, because I didn't understand all of it. I know there was a chest (not Elizabeth's) and a key and Johnny Depp and Emo!Will, but I missed a lot of details.)

Look! And undead monkey!

-Went back to my house for cake and talking and presents and this game Janeea bought me called Boxers or Briefs which is AMAZING.

I GOT DOMINOES. (Because Neea is awesome.)


Then the next day I drove up to Swanton for the weekend to visit Abby, who is also AMAZING and I love her, but since none of you really know her that well, I won't babble about that except to say that I taught her to play dominoes and she beat me 10 rounds in a row. While we watched The 10th Kingdom. And her parents are so cool.

And I saw Gladiator for the first time. Ah yes little bird, war is hell and I am studly.

Also, I DIDN'T GET LOST.

And they have actual swans in Swanton. Who knew?

Yesterday and Monday were pretty calm, hung out with Sarah and some Chinese food, went to Burlington yesterday and bought pretty things at Hot Topic, as always, and ate dinner at The Church Street Tavern, (which I also recommend) and ERIC DROVE HOME. Yikes.

And, that brings us up to today.

I know I'll remember more stuff I wanted to say later, but this is enough drivel for now I think.



OH! I FINALLY got the joke in The 10th Kingdom!!!

Tony: Where's the wood?
Virginia: We couldn't find any.
Tony: No wood? In the forest?
Wolf: *walks by*
Tony: You don't have any wood either!
Wolf: Yes, thank you.
Wolf's Tail: *sticks out of his pants obscenely*

See, I got that they didn't have any firewood because they'd been off having sex, and I got that his tail = his arousal, but I never knew why he said "Yes, thank you." And now I do. Because he didn't have any wood. In the pants area.

God, I am thick.
And now, some quotes from Billy Connoly, in no particular order. (And you have to imagine all of this being said with a heavy Scottish accent.)


"I'm the only guy I know who died in the Muppet Movie!"

"Life is a waste of time, time is a waste of life;
Get wasted all the time, and you'll have the time of your life!"

"That's a whole different box of frogs."

"There was another fella in the room, who was quite obviously dead. And had been for some time. All his family's sittin' around him, talking about football, and this little boy, you know, the one they're gonna be lookin' at through bars one day, is shoving grapes up the dead fella's nose. He says "Daddy, daddy, I'm up to 17! I'm goin' for 21!" and his dad says "That's nice son."


Then my mom and I had this conversation:
Billy Connoly: *Swears. A lot.*
Me: Mom, you thought Dane Cook was bad? This guy swears twice as much as Dane Cook, and you don't mind.
Mom: Well, he has an accent, so that makes it ok.


Sometime soon I'm going to start showing off all the new Firefly icons I've found, but not yet. Just colorbars for now.
Went to lunch at The Coffee Exchange with my mom, where we ran into and then joined Hannah and her dad. Heh. (Sidenote: My mother seemed to think that we would not be able to get lunch at 2:00 because everywhere would be closed. I was like, 'what planet do you live on?' Restaurants open in the morning, and they close at night, and they serve food in-between. They don't close at 1:30 and just stop serving. Usually.)

Then I went to the mall and Wal-Mart with Heather, Emalee, Jess, Eric, and Renee, and bought some clothes and some geeky things; by which I mean little packets that dissolve in water to reveal little plastic Disney Princesses.

And I want more of them, but mom has basically forbidden me to buy any more, so... my birthday is the 14th... They have a cute name too, zizzlingers or something like that. I'll see if I can find a link later.

It was a nice day. Calm. Maybe tomorrow I'll update with quotes from the Billy Connoly thing we watched tonight.
After watching Boy Meets World today, (like I do every day) I finally have to share my theory with you all.

Jack and Eric... are totally together. You know, sexually.

Points:

-Both date a lot of women
-Neither ever has a serious girlfriend
-Both try WAY TOO HARD to win Rachel's affections but once they have them, both ultimately lose her
-The only reason Jack would put up with Eric is because the sex is good
-They understand each other far better than any girl on the show ever did
-Opposites attract
-This conversation:
Jack: Rachel's gone.
Eric: I'm with ya, bud. Why are we still wearing pants?

All of this is my slash brain influenced opinion of course, except for the conversation which I quoted directly. (COME ON. How could you hear that and NOT think of slash?)

In short, Jack hearts Eric and Eric hearts Jack. (Although I don't think they'd ever say no to a threesome with Rachel.)

I also saw the "underpants" episode today. God I love that show.



And now, reason number 485728952456 to love my mother:

Mom: I'll always worry about you. Even when you're 50, I'll still worry about you. If I remember who you are.
Goddamn but it's good to be home.


Ok, so we went to K-Mart last night to buy my mom some gardening gloves for Mother's Day... And Phil is working there again/still. So I talked to him. And it was nice actually. But for the love of God, the coincidence is astounding. He seemed...sincere. And, shockingly, happy. I still think he's wasting his life, but meh. It is his life. So long as he's happy and Hannah is happy, more power to them.

And that's my final word on the subject. (At the moment.)



In a completely random and unrelated story, I want to know how one gets to be a pie contest judge. And then I want that job.
Disclaimer: I am probably going to sound like an idiot here, because I don't really follow the news or political issues, and I don't fully know what I'm talking about, but this is bothering me and I need to say something. I beg your patience, especially if you feel differently.



There are these posters all over campus advertising for the immigrant rally today. That's not what bothers me. Yay rallies. What bothers me is that they say "No one is illegal" on them. Yeah, ok. No one is illegal. Except for the part where they totally are.

If you come into this country illegally, you are illegal. You are not a citizen, and you don't have rights. In fact, you don't even technically have the right to ask for rights, because you ARE NOT A CITIEN and therefore are not subject to the constitution, and the right to assemble and protest and such.

And should people be arrested at the rally today? Absolutely. If they're here illegally. Not for protesting, but for BEING ILLEGAL. You break the law, you get arrested. It's a simple concept.

Now, I fully understand the hardships these people may have endured, the sob stories about poverty and America: the Land of Opportunity and all that jazz, but no amount of sympathy or liberal ideas that I hold changes the fact that THESE PEOPLE ARE ILLEGAL. They are BREAKING THE LAW.

And the little news bubble on CNN says they're protesting a proposed crackdown law on illegal immigrants. Assuming that's correct, what's to stop drug dealers from protesting new anti-drug laws? I'm sure they have touching sob stories about poverty of their own. If the illegal immigrants are not, in fact, illegal, then why is selling drugs? Do you see my point here? We have laws for a reason. Saying no one is illegal is akin to saying that nothing is illegal, and that's just not true.

Now, as I've stated, I don't really fully understand all the issues here, and I have no clue what this proposed law states, but we, as a country, have the right to tell the people who are here illegally to either get their act together and become citizens, or get the hell out. And we, as citizens of this country, also have the right to protest these measures.

But illegal immigrants ARE NOT CITIZENS and as such DO NOT have the right to ask for rights. Do we grant American rights to people in France? To Spanish citizens? No. Because they're NOT AMERICAN. If you want to become American, be my guest. Once you're a citizen, protest 'till you can't protest no more. But if you want American rights, including the right to protest, you first have to BE AN AMERICAN.


Of course, all of this is completely my opinion, (and because this is my livejournal I have the right to state it here) except for the fact that the posters are wrong. These people are breaking the law, and They. Are. ILLEGAL.



Goddamn but my mother would be proud of me right now.



EDIT Ok, so Ashley told me that the problem is that the government wants to not let immigrants become citizens, and that's anti-immigration not anti-ILLEGAL immigration, and that's not cool, government, not cool. And so yet again I say, rally till you can't rally no more, but I still stand behind the fact that you are illegal and will probably therefore be arrested. (Which is ok really, because all the good protesters get arrested before they win. Susan B. Anthony. I rest my case.) My point here anyways is that no matter what the issue is, the goddamn posters are wrong. These people are illegal, whether they're protesting to have rights as illegal immigrants or for the right to become an American, they are still illegal immigrants as of right now, so fuck you posters. Fuck you.
Saw Heather's play tonight. I think I'm now officially a Tennessee Williams buff. God it was sad. Good, but sad.

"The show is over. The monkey is dead." I don't know if that was supposed to be funny the first time, but I laughed. The second time, definately not. Shawn shot my pregnant cousin!

I don't want to go back to school. Don't make me!

They showed this clip on SNL of Richard Pryor and Chevy Chase when Pryor was on the show. They're like doing word association and all Chevy's words are black slurs, and all Pryor's are white slurs, and finally they get to:
Chevy: Nigger.
Pryor: Dead honky.

I am very easily amused.

I came out as a slasher to my mom, and I'm not really sure how she took it. She's been irritable all day. But she didn't really seem to care too much, so I bet it's ok.

I feel like I've wasted this whole vacation. I didn't DO anything. (Not that I actually had anything to do, but still.) I didn't even practice my clarinet once all week.

Oh well, there are worse things I suppose. Like having to tell JVL* that I'm not going to be here this weekend because of the band trip.

Oh, and if you are in a horror movie and you have sex, you will die. No matter how bad the CGI is.

*JVL = John van Luling. I'm stage managing his senior seminar.
My mom bought me two cacti the other day. I have no idea how to take care of them. How often does one water a cactus? Not very often, I'd imagine.

Other than that I had a lovely time at the mall today with Kristen, Kelli, and Anna, and then went to Kelli's house and saw the biggest puzzle EVER.

And in the midst of new couples, I am still alone.

Which reminds me... Phil and Hannah? WTF? I don't believe it. She's... HANNAH for God's sake!

I'll kill him. I will. Wooden stake, right through the heart.


I think he's more pathetic than me but I can't be sure.
So Brokeback Mountain won Oscars for best adapted screenplay, best director, and best score or whatever.

What that boils down to is that Jake, Heath, and Michelle didn't win, but that guitar music did. (If you've seen this movie, you know what music I'm referring to. It won, Heath didn't.)


Ok, and they just cut off the acceptance speech for best picture. That's not cool.


And now I'm going to go to bed and pray that I do well on my Bio test in the morning. As I used to say to Kathryn, "It is a good day to die."

P.S. I think I've talked my mom into going to the aquarium in Boston sometime soon. I have room in my mom's car for one friend. Who wants to go look at fish with me? And penguins? I like how cool and quiet and peaceful it is in aquariums, and I can just stare at fish for a very long time. So somebody who'll gaze in wonder at fishes for hours with me is requested.

Love you all!
So I watched Kingdom of Heaven tonight, simply because my mom wanted me to watch it with her and Orland Bloom is hot.

And the whole time I'm watching it, I'm staring at this one guy going "I know him. Why do I know him? Mom, he looks so familiar... Who is he? Why the Hell do I know him?" Then like after an hour and a half of that, he rides up to Orlando Bloom and smiles, (it wasn't really a happy movie so nobody smiled very much and this was his first time) and this huge ton of bricks hits me on the head, and on the bricks in big shiny gold letters it says "IT'S DAVID THEWALIS YOU MORON!"

And then I felt stupid. It took me almost two hours of staring at the man to realize that it was Remus J. Lupin. (Although to be fair he had white hair and a beard and looked about 50... But I recognized his smile!)

Then, like five minutes after I realized who it was, he died. Dead. I think all that was left was his head.

Yeah. So I didn't really care very much about the movie, but Orlando looked very very nice all dirty and dischevled, so it was worth the two and a half hours of my night. And he was a blacksmith. Hmm... Where have I seen that before?


P.S. Whoever told me that Kingdom of Heaven glorified the Crusades... It wasn't even really about the Crusades, and it totally pointed the clergy in a terrible light and showed how awesome Saladin was and how the Crusades were all about land and not God and how the battle was dumb and pointless and it didn't glorify anything. And it was fucking confusing and pretty dull most of the time. And bloody.

But Orlando was hot.
OMFG I am a total dork and I can now upload 6 Userpics and this has totally made my day!!!

Plus my mom and dad and I watched Phantom last night and dad even stayed awake for the whole thing!

Now it's off to do Christmas things and later we're making cookies!
Went to see The Lion King on Broadway Saturday. OMG. Very very very good. Some things I didn't like, but hey. Nothing's perfect. I liked the things they added, and I really really REALLY liked Scar. And the giraffes? Now that's talent.

I'll stop now. I bet you're all good and jealous now, aren't you?

I love my cousins. Have I ever mentioned that?

And on the bus we watched Christmas with the Kranks. Very funny.

We also wandered around New York City, went to the Virgin Record Store, and saw the tree in Rockafeller Center again. This time I even saw the ice skaters too! Oh, and we ate lunch at Bubba Gump's. I also highly recommend that. Coconut shrimp = love.

Sunday was my mom's birthday. I made her a cake. Ok, Eric and I made her a cake. And I did the dishes. I NEITHER BAKE NOR CLEAN. So it was kind of a big thing. And she liked it.

But I just got back from checking the cast list and I didn't get a part in Comedy of Errors. I said I'd do anything else they want, (assistant stage manage, costumes, whatever) I just want so badly to be involved. Me and this show have HISTORY, don't they know that?

So on another note, I bring you... CHRISTMAS MUSIC! I found this site and it seriously made my day. Elvis + Blue Christmas = SQUEE!

Spread the Christmasy love!

http://www.ilovewavs.com/Holidays/Xmas/cf/cf.htm

http://www.ilovewavs.com/Holidays/Xmas/tf/tf.htm

P.S. I haven't quite caught up on my f-list yet, but rest assured, I'll get there soon. I'm not ignoring you, I promise.

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