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commotiocordis) wrote2007-07-23 12:47 am
commotiocordis) wrote2007-07-23 12:47 am
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Had alternating/combined toothache and migraine all day today. Oddly enough, they both stopped right about at 11pm. I'm maintaining that it's because I refuse to be miserable on my birthday.
Found DH on the internets last night, read up to chapter 33 (I've been timing myself on this one and I've been reading it killer fast, which is interesting, because I'm doing the opposite of skimming; I'm doing the voices for everything in my head for most bits). Stopped, though, because I had realized that reading it on the computer was making it less real. I had resolved as soon as I started looking for a computer copy that I was going to stop when I got to the end and read the last chapter in the actual paper book, but then I decided to change back earlier (actually, around chapter 27, but as I was carrying the laptop back to the front room, I got hooked into the next chapter and had to read more). I had to remind myself several times that it was the actual book I was reading, and not just some excellent epic-length fic, which is when I finally made myself stop reading (earlier it wouldn't have been as much of a problem, but when we got into the action, it became nearly impossible to put down).
Nat Tena in the behind-the-scenes interview clips in the OotP computer game (whenever you get certain amounts of "discovery points", you can go into this room and watch interview bits) is hotsecks. Her hair makes me lol because it's all spiky and fun (and she's not in costume or anything; it's just her hair). She looks her actual age there; idk why, but in the movie I think she looks a lot older than she is, which is what actually made me not crazy about her in the beginning, because Tonks was supposed to be really young.
I got a new watchband. Because the one on the big clunky watch I inherited from my dad had the little crossband that you slip the extra length through broken off a few months after I got it. I kept using it like that forever, though, with different cords and rubber bands and tape working as makeshift band-holder-downer things and sometimes nothing at all, letting the extra band length flop freely beyond the buckle. But dad came home with one on Friday, and then fussed with it because it was a little too wide for the watch (involving scissors and a multitude of matches to burn closed the cut part of the acrylic so it didn't unravel) until he got it on. V. nice of him, I thought. I'm only thinking about it now because it's bugging me a bit, though. The edges are rather rough. I'll have to take a picture of it, though, because it will take me ages to try and make up the words to describe it. It's quite odd, suffice it to say.
A giant spider just crawled across the wall behind the computer monitor. Odd. Not giant so much as. . . thick, I suppose.
I must find the cord for the camera and put up pictures from the Deathly Hallows release. The camera got accidentally left at home, sadly, as I had planned to take it to the bookstore with me, but we had gotten a couple of the three of us before we left. I got blackmailed, somehow, into dressing up as Bellatrix, so that was rather fun. I actually was in the top 5 of the costume contest--mostly because my hair turned out much better than I expected it to--which was hilarious, because the judges pick the top 5 but the people cheer-vote for the winner, so it becomes a how-many-people-in-the-audience-know-you contest, and as the group of people that showed up that went to my school were off in the back somewhere, I had my brother, sister, and this girl Kaylee whom I met (or who met me, rather; she came up to me when I was barely 10 feet in the door and started asking about my costume. She was quite nice, we ended up hanging out the rest of the night, though I can confidently say that I would never have been that bold myself, to just walk up to someone like that) yelling at the top of their lungs (obviously trying quite hard, though, as they were by no means the quietest bunch of voters).
Found DH on the internets last night, read up to chapter 33 (I've been timing myself on this one and I've been reading it killer fast, which is interesting, because I'm doing the opposite of skimming; I'm doing the voices for everything in my head for most bits). Stopped, though, because I had realized that reading it on the computer was making it less real. I had resolved as soon as I started looking for a computer copy that I was going to stop when I got to the end and read the last chapter in the actual paper book, but then I decided to change back earlier (actually, around chapter 27, but as I was carrying the laptop back to the front room, I got hooked into the next chapter and had to read more). I had to remind myself several times that it was the actual book I was reading, and not just some excellent epic-length fic, which is when I finally made myself stop reading (earlier it wouldn't have been as much of a problem, but when we got into the action, it became nearly impossible to put down).
Nat Tena in the behind-the-scenes interview clips in the OotP computer game (whenever you get certain amounts of "discovery points", you can go into this room and watch interview bits) is hotsecks. Her hair makes me lol because it's all spiky and fun (and she's not in costume or anything; it's just her hair). She looks her actual age there; idk why, but in the movie I think she looks a lot older than she is, which is what actually made me not crazy about her in the beginning, because Tonks was supposed to be really young.
I got a new watchband. Because the one on the big clunky watch I inherited from my dad had the little crossband that you slip the extra length through broken off a few months after I got it. I kept using it like that forever, though, with different cords and rubber bands and tape working as makeshift band-holder-downer things and sometimes nothing at all, letting the extra band length flop freely beyond the buckle. But dad came home with one on Friday, and then fussed with it because it was a little too wide for the watch (involving scissors and a multitude of matches to burn closed the cut part of the acrylic so it didn't unravel) until he got it on. V. nice of him, I thought. I'm only thinking about it now because it's bugging me a bit, though. The edges are rather rough. I'll have to take a picture of it, though, because it will take me ages to try and make up the words to describe it. It's quite odd, suffice it to say.
A giant spider just crawled across the wall behind the computer monitor. Odd. Not giant so much as. . . thick, I suppose.
I must find the cord for the camera and put up pictures from the Deathly Hallows release. The camera got accidentally left at home, sadly, as I had planned to take it to the bookstore with me, but we had gotten a couple of the three of us before we left. I got blackmailed, somehow, into dressing up as Bellatrix, so that was rather fun. I actually was in the top 5 of the costume contest--mostly because my hair turned out much better than I expected it to--which was hilarious, because the judges pick the top 5 but the people cheer-vote for the winner, so it becomes a how-many-people-in-the-audience-know-you contest, and as the group of people that showed up that went to my school were off in the back somewhere, I had my brother, sister, and this girl Kaylee whom I met (or who met me, rather; she came up to me when I was barely 10 feet in the door and started asking about my costume. She was quite nice, we ended up hanging out the rest of the night, though I can confidently say that I would never have been that bold myself, to just walk up to someone like that) yelling at the top of their lungs (obviously trying quite hard, though, as they were by no means the quietest bunch of voters).
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Sadly, no, though as it's mostly the same as the upright/acoustic bass (easier, actually, because you've got the frets, so you always know where to put your fingers), I most likely could.
AND YOU WATCH SCRUBS?
Not very often, sadly, but on occasion. That's Survivor's timeslot, you see, and my mum and sister get into that show. I'm only ever able to boot them off when things happen like Lucy Lawless is on the show or Survivor's a rerun, something like that. I like massive quantities of medicine in my medical shows, which is why that one was never top on my list, but tis enjoyable.
SO MUCH GAY.
Rly? On a regular basis? I've seen it in the random episodes I catch (I mean, come on, one of their songs was titled "Guylove" and is made of homosexuality), but they play with it a lot?
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Yeah, I get that. It has some medical jargon and whatever, but overall it's way too far-fetched and immature to be taken seriously. I'm not usually a fan of the more slapstick types of comedy, but for some reason this show makes me laugh harder than any other. It's so light and fresh.
Hehe. Well. As the seasons progress there're more and more gay comments between/about Turk and JD. I posted a few videos in my LJ a few entries back, and one of them is a classic example of the constant gay.
And Elliot has had her fair share of gayness. She's all neurotic and straight as they come (or claims to be), but she's given a female patient an orgasm during a pelvic exam (that video was in my post too), and been involved in at least two lesbian fantasies of JD's. No wait, three.
And it's just the kind of show where gay pops up between everybody. There're hardly any ships that would be considered totally anti-canon.
I mean, come on, one of their songs was titled "Guylove" and is made of homosexuality
LOL. I am all of a sudden reminded of JD and Turk. There isn't even one example, because they're always up with the gay. Or "guylove", sorry.
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Me either, rly. Hardly ever, actually. I find myself not laughing at some of the jokes, but laughing at others, though. It's a hit and miss thing with me and comedy shows.
she's given a female patient an orgasm during a pelvic exam
WHUT? Gynocologist, here I come! I'm going to have to find that video.
There're hardly any ships that would be considered totally anti-canon.
Lolol. That's what I call an excellent show.
I am all of a sudden reminded of JD and Turk.
Yes, yes, they sing the song! Tis about them and their Guylove. Made of homosexuality, I tell you. And funny.