An amalgamation of things.

[dramaturgy]

So, I guess the scene shop is closed today. Nobody was there when I arrived ten minutes late and I waited for a bit, but no Randy. So I guess I get the afternoon off, which is great. Three more hours to do my paper. That bad boy's going to be finished more than twenty-four hours before it's due, what is WRONG with me? XD

Eh. I got my Acad Secret Santa (muahaha) and so have to start being stealthy and sneaky liek teh ninja about that. It's been raining since sometime on Saturday, and I kind of wish that it would stop. It's just so bleagh outside. Which is why I stay in, doing nothing.

I wonder why it is that when I'm totally unsure of myself on an answer, everyone's like, "OHMYGAWD LIZ, UR SO SMART!!1!" but then when I am 100% sure of myself, everyone contradicts me (except Melissa, because she knows I'm right). Luke wrote on the mirror in the bathroom advertising for a floor winter holiday party with pizza and movies and all the stuff that makes a party good, except he wrote we would be celebrating, "Christian, winter, and Jew traditions." Cringing inwardly, I grabbed a marker and added 'ish' to the end of 'Jew' so that it read 'Jewish traditions', seeing as that is the adjective, modifying the noun 'traditions'. I went in for my shower this morning and someone erased it, and now it reads 'Jew traditions' again. So, am I going mad or am I REALLY right?

What is it with Rent suddenly being EVERYONE'S omg favorite musical? I can understand being excited about having the show somewhat more accessible now that it's a movie, but I'm not sure that it can count as your FAVORITE if you can't even remember that it's 525,600 minutes. It's not that difficult. It's repeated several times within everyone's FAVORITE song, "Seasons of Love." Just, please. Stop singing "eight hundred thirty two thousand, three hundred minutes". You're embarrassing yourself (hell, I'm embarrassed for you).

Also, I talked to my mom a bit. She says we're going to have Thanksgiving at my Aunt Janie's which is great because she has this beautiful farmhouse that I love (maybe I'll take some pictures) and everyone will be there, of course, so that's cool, but she said we were going to have it there because if we had it at my grandma's, it might confuse my grandfather when we get him out of the nursing home for the day or whatever. That is just kind of fucking depressing to think about. So what do we plan on doing for Christmas? Our house? Uncle Randy and Aunt Shelly's?

That would be a really depressing note to end on. So, um. GILMORE GIRLS! YAY!

ETA: The Greek phrase that means "their brains flow out" is εγκέφαλος εκρει, if anyone was wondering. o_O

Comments

[kay-cricketed.livejournal.com]

Of course you're right. Liz is always right. O.o If anyone's trying to tell you different, let me know their name and I'll go hang decapitated Barbie dolls from their front porch light. Or something.

Secret Santas are scary. ;_;

... it's Jewish traditions, isn't it? That's what I would have put down as correct. We should have an editing battle with this person. Whip out the markers! This means war. (You should write down why it's correct just to spite them.)

Stop singing "eight hundred thirty two thousand, three hundred minutes". You're embarrassing yourself (hell, I'm embarrassed for you).

*completely dies* Oh God. Really? I don't have a lot of the lyrics memorized, but even I know the number. Dude, they say it over and over again. How do you get "eight hundred" to begin with, anyway? FIVE. FIVE.

*wonders if it's worth going back to bed over*

... right then. Zonk. x_x

[thinkatory.livejournal.com]

So, am I going mad or am I REALLY right?
... Well... no, you're right, and mad. People just suck.

What is it with Rent suddenly being EVERYONE'S omg favorite musical?
I ask these people if they have the OBC recording, or I ask them what their favorite song is. They, respectively, usually go, "The soundtrack?" and "Oh, Seasons of Love!"

Stop singing "eight hundred thirty two thousand, three hundred minutes". You're embarrassing yourself (hell, I'm embarrassed for you).
LKSDGHOSIDJGLKSDSLDKGJSFJ AGH well, at least Rentfic can't get worse, can it?

[klef.livejournal.com]

For what it is worth, Rent is not my favourite musical. In fact, I haven't heard the whole soundtrack. But when I see it on TV, I think of you. Really.