Hell, no. I did not leave the South Side for this!

[sunshine_queen]

"Succession" was on TV today. I got to see it because I wasn't allowed to go to volunteering.

Basically this episode cemented Syd being an adolescent. Bless her little amnesiac heart, she was all... well. Headstrong and goofy. But the face she made when she glanced at the porn made it worth it. She's really twelve, she can't help it.

She also moves into the nonapt by the sea. She has a very realistic ponytail, because lots of her hair has escaped and I was all, wow! That's my ponytail! And Weiss is... nice. He is. Lord. Tells Syd that Vaughn wasn't "cavalier" about moving on, which must make her feel so. much. better. That and that she now has Weiss for a friend, as her two best friends are either dead or in WPP. Thanks, WEISS.

It was thrilling, however- I mean, how delightful is Sark? Honestly. He's just chilling in his cell, and Syd comes and he's like, oh, come on now. I totally believe in the almighty Bristow, but hell afire! How are you alive? And Syd's like, bitch, you so TOTALLY KNEW and I hate you for it. I'm going to go out into the desert with you dressed so as to invite melanoma and then I'ma smirk when you ask if you're gonna die. 'Cause it's Season Three, bitch, and my heart's been hardened like TEH ROCK. Also, the Sark inheritance? Hee. I mean, really- hee. The guy's all, so, we need $800 mill, and Sark's like, ... yeah, can't help you there. And the guy's like, oh, but you can. And then takes him to the bank and lo, there is a whole lotta Romanov gold left over from... the revolution... that belongs to Sark now. Why didn't Stalin get that gold? Maaan.

Also, let's talk for a moment about SpyDaddy. First all of, he's all All Who Mess With My Daughter Must Perish. Secondly? He typed "Miss you, too." to SpyMommy. Well, "MISS YOU, TOO," but you get the drift. Oh, SpIMommy. Thirdly, when he went to go see Sloane? And he was all like, oh, old friend. You betrayed me, and I'm kind of amused, but mostly pissed, so I'll keep this smirk on my face to make you uncomfortable. And Sloane got that face that he always gets, "Must they be so persistent in their anger? Lord." And SpyDaddy's face when he said he was going to bury Sloane? Why isn't there entire movies of just Victor Garber? I don't understand. And, as a nice little segue into Vaughn, when Vaughn gave a valiant "Hello, Jack," and was ignored? Hee.

Oh, Vaughn. You spoke French. And you did that speech to Syd about, you know, loving her so much you nearly died when she did. Hell's bells. And, then when he was standing, trying to be impassive as Syd was on a mission, and then started fidgeting, and then finally was like, um, Marshall... can you check this out? And this? And this? And omg gimme a headset now! So he can guide his girl to safety!

And then we return to impetuous Syd, who shoots first and then asks "Who are you? Why did the Covenant steal two years of my life? And why did I shoot to kill when I never used to shoot to kill EVER? And why didn't I ask questions first and then have you killed? And why didn't I think it was important to keep you alive? WHY AM I A CHILD WITH A BIG GUN?"

Anyway, so, the guy dies, and then... we're in group, with a whole lotta people that also lost their memories and they're all sad and can't let go and wonder what happened, and then we pan on Syd, who is looking a lot like I do when people start whooping in the hallways, or talking in graphic details about their sexual exploits: just wide-eyed semi-horror. And then the nice talker guy, who, now I realize, looks a lot like De Santis or whatever, is all, we have a new member, and her name is Sydney. Sydney, would you like to talk? And Syd's all, um, no thank you. And smiles sweetly, but you know she's totally thinking, "Um, Bristows don't talk about shit, thanks." And then the guy is all, so... have the dreams started? 'Cause they will. Soon. And you'll consider suicide and stuff. And Syd's all, um, I'm audi.

And then she's all, UM, DIXON? We are so talking because there is no WAY I am going to back to that group! It's so not me! I'm not like those crazy torture victims, I simply misplaced my memory like the Full House finale where Michelle got thrown from a horse and both the Olsen twins showed up and one of them was Michelle and the other one was her Memory, who got scared when she hit her head. And I mean, it's got to be somewhere, and I mean, sure, I get you want to help, and yes, I totally have feelings for Vaughn still, but-

And Dixon's all, um. Syd. Might want to stop-

- And like, sure, I still cry myself to sleep and I'm a bit of a loose cannon at work but wasn't I always? And I really miss Vaughn to snuggle with and rock me to sleep and call me baby...

Dixon's all, um, Syd, this is Lauren Reed, she's NSA, because, remember how you confronted Lindsey in the bathroom in a wildly immature and inappropriate but fantastically amusing manner? Yeah, he got the idea, so he went back to play some more golf with Bush at Camp David because you know W and his vacays, so he sent Lauren in his stead and isn't she lovely? (And she is! Oh, Laurie, I missed you!) She's gonna be looking into that nasty Lazarey assassination that you had nothing to do with, too.

And Syd's all, oh, cool. Hi.

And Lauren's like, Hi, in addition to being the new thorn in your side, I am also Michael Vaughn's new wife. So there.

And Syd's all, oh, fuck. "Hi."

Hee.

Today was a boring, boring day. In drama they did act II, so I hung out with Galvez and played with the iPod, in French we had a sub and did some busy work and watched a movie and I got a nap, and in math we started calculus. And limits. And all I could think was of that seen in Mean Girls where Lindsay is all, "the limit doesn't exist!" And then Emma said it, which made my day. Between things like that and Carol telling me that Hamlet is basically "The Lion King," life was good.

Also, sounds like Lindsay Lohan is still in town and is now being hospitalized due to what is being called an asthma attack. I bet, Lindsay. I bet.

Comments

[xenaamber.livejournal.com]

Hee, calc. Enjoy.

[dollsome.livejournal.com]

'Cause it's Season Three, bitch, and my heart's been hardened like TEH ROCK.

Bwaha! You're making me want to break out the season three DVDs. I kind of adore season three, in spite of its supreme depressingness. Especially the first ten or so episodes. LAURENNN. Housewife Lauren! Lauren sans eyeliner! My love knows no bounds.

Also? Weiss is nice. Come on. Admit it. Syd's lucky to have a pal like him.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeesh, calculus. I am filled with awe and mystification.

[sunshine-queen.livejournal.com]

Doom.

[sunshine-queen.livejournal.com]

Lauren was all Susie Homemaker! It was so cute.

I adore all of Alias, I just adore Season Three less.

And Weiss is... tolerable.

Calculus scares me already.

[miana-dude.livejournal.com]

Between things like that and Carol telling me that Hamlet is basically "The Lion King," life was good.

LOL, it is. ;-)