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Apr. 5th, 2006 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunshine_queenLet me start by saying that the nail on my left ring finger has broken off at the quick. I am essentially useless without my nails, and now that one finger feels useless and strange. AND it makes my entire hand look stupid because all my other nails are the same length. Woe is me.
I took a practice IB math test today with Campi. I don't think it was so bad, but that usually means I bombed it. She's grading it according to the IB markscheme, which gives you credit for everything, and I'm just hoping I pass. Passing would be good. Philly already promised we'd get together next week so we can study, because I need to learn math and... my exam is a month from yesterday and the 3rd. Seriously.
Today Mederos and Carol and Javier and the Briffany part of Mabriffany went to States; instead of watching "Never Been Kissed" like we were supposed to, Sam broke the tape. So I chatted with Chang, Galvez and Venessa Figueroa. In French I stayed awake, but I was reading the latest "Gossip Girl" book, so I wasn't paying attention. I really only have tomorrow of school before Spring Break- Friday morning is full of Cold War speakers and the field trip to the Everglades to see where they kept missiles during the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Do It, Already! article
Sometimes it takes a cockamamie plot device to keep a lovelorn couple apart. On Alias, for example, as soon as double agent Sydney fell into bed with her CIA handler Vaughn, kidnappers abducted her and faked her death. And in the 1998 X-Files movie, Mulder and Scully's long-anticipated initial hookup was thwarted when Scully was—of all things—stung by a bee. Anaphylactic shock is a mood-killer, to be sure. In the seasons of the television show that followed, the couple shared a few measly kisses. Wherever they are now, I hope they're compensating for their chastity. (In the world of fan fiction, they certainly are.)
Today, as slow-motion courtships proliferate onscreen—see the Kate-Jack-Sawyer triangle on Lost, Jim and Pam on The Office, Grissom and Sara on CSI—it's important to remember that we're living in the Moonlighting era. Almost 20 years after the Bruce Willis-Cybill Shepherd detective series ended, it is Moonlighting's post-coital flameout that keeps the Joshes and Donnas of the world fully clothed. The show had been on for less than two years when US Magazine—not a weekly yet, if you can remember such a world—screamed "Do It, Already!" in a February 1987 cover story. A month later, David and Maddie obliged, before an astonishingly large audience of 60 million viewers. (The Friends series finale drew 52.5 million.) From there, Moonlighting seemed almost cursed. Shepherd's pregnancy absented Maddie from the story for months the following season, and then a 1988 writers' strike caused all television production to shut down. When Moonlighting came back after a nine-month absence, it had a terrible 13-episode fifth season, crawled into the forest, and died.
And on that note, I might want to start doing my history homework. Probably won't do it, but I should... start.
I took a practice IB math test today with Campi. I don't think it was so bad, but that usually means I bombed it. She's grading it according to the IB markscheme, which gives you credit for everything, and I'm just hoping I pass. Passing would be good. Philly already promised we'd get together next week so we can study, because I need to learn math and... my exam is a month from yesterday and the 3rd. Seriously.
Today Mederos and Carol and Javier and the Briffany part of Mabriffany went to States; instead of watching "Never Been Kissed" like we were supposed to, Sam broke the tape. So I chatted with Chang, Galvez and Venessa Figueroa. In French I stayed awake, but I was reading the latest "Gossip Girl" book, so I wasn't paying attention. I really only have tomorrow of school before Spring Break- Friday morning is full of Cold War speakers and the field trip to the Everglades to see where they kept missiles during the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Do It, Already! article
Sometimes it takes a cockamamie plot device to keep a lovelorn couple apart. On Alias, for example, as soon as double agent Sydney fell into bed with her CIA handler Vaughn, kidnappers abducted her and faked her death. And in the 1998 X-Files movie, Mulder and Scully's long-anticipated initial hookup was thwarted when Scully was—of all things—stung by a bee. Anaphylactic shock is a mood-killer, to be sure. In the seasons of the television show that followed, the couple shared a few measly kisses. Wherever they are now, I hope they're compensating for their chastity. (In the world of fan fiction, they certainly are.)
Today, as slow-motion courtships proliferate onscreen—see the Kate-Jack-Sawyer triangle on Lost, Jim and Pam on The Office, Grissom and Sara on CSI—it's important to remember that we're living in the Moonlighting era. Almost 20 years after the Bruce Willis-Cybill Shepherd detective series ended, it is Moonlighting's post-coital flameout that keeps the Joshes and Donnas of the world fully clothed. The show had been on for less than two years when US Magazine—not a weekly yet, if you can remember such a world—screamed "Do It, Already!" in a February 1987 cover story. A month later, David and Maddie obliged, before an astonishingly large audience of 60 million viewers. (The Friends series finale drew 52.5 million.) From there, Moonlighting seemed almost cursed. Shepherd's pregnancy absented Maddie from the story for months the following season, and then a 1988 writers' strike caused all television production to shut down. When Moonlighting came back after a nine-month absence, it had a terrible 13-episode fifth season, crawled into the forest, and died.
And on that note, I might want to start doing my history homework. Probably won't do it, but I should... start.
