sunshine_queen | (no subject)

So, basically everyone commented on Michael Jackson and his death, so here's what I have to say about this: it is sad that he died. Truly it is. But guys. He was a pop star. He sang pop music. He might've been a very talented pop star, but the man couldn't cure cancer with his dance moves. So I'm finding this funeral hoopla a bit... much. (It also reminds me that when I die, I don't even want a wake. Funerals freak me out, man.)

Mel and I woke up early so we could go to my cousin's house and teach her children how to swim. Because everyone knows that Mel and I are good swimmers, and that I taught children for six summers... the last time being when I was seventeen. (And last summer, but that shouldn't count.) Jaylen is three and a half, Jake just turned two. There are effing limits to what we can teach these kids. And I know this, and I know my cousin doesn't expect us to have them swimming the channel by next week, but even the difference in what you can expect from a five year old and what you can expect from a three year old is vastly different. Also, they're both scared of the water. Aces.

Last night I watched the season two finale of BSG. I think my problem is that the first time I watch a show, I miss almost every single major plot point unless it is in my face. The fact that the cylons were like "hey, no more chasing you, the nuclear holocaust was a mistake!" totally went over my head. What do I remember? Lauroslin losing and Gaius deciding to settle and start the New Capriasco. (The episode has a delightful amount of Thranders, though. Seriously, Kara + Lee = angst and sadfaces. Kara + Samders = GIGGLES and HAPPINESS and LOVE. They are the best, sweetest couple ever. If Lauroslin and Papadama didn't spank them in being awesome constantly they would be my favorite. [Though they kind of battle it out with the Tighs. EPIC ETERNAL LOVE IS EPIC AND ETERNAL.])

Also, I have to call my apartment complex because apparently my rent was late. WTF.