sunshine_queen | "That's right, poopy-head."

Today was super long, as I spent all day at Patricia's house with Patricia, Xio, Jessica, Michelle, and Yuni. We video-ed for our project and had a blast- and it turns out that Patricia is an Alias fan! (My life was made.) It was total bonding time and we had a lot of fun and got work done. At the end, Emma came and picked us all up and everyone but Xio and Patricia went to Coldstone's and got ice cream. Note to self: $5 for Michelle tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I have to go to school in the morning to do chem testing. Rapture.

There was much drama today, and I need to call Heather.

But first:

writer's block.

Writer's block is absolutely evil. It's constipation of the mind. You have a story. You know what you want to say. But you can't get it to come out right- or come out at all. It just sits inside you, giving you a stomach ache, because you want to write it SO BAD and you just can't.

It afflicts us one and all, and there really is no cure. It hurts my brain and won't leave me alone.

And you can't buy laxative for the mind.

Sloanett

So, once Barnett decided she had to meet Sloane to chat with him about how, like, his mother treated him as a child and his relationship with a father and his new outlook on life, I knew that they were going to wind up having sex. I prayed it wouldn't happen.

Then Dr. Linda flew out to Switzerland to talk to Sloane. Sloane was a creep. And invited her to dinner. Dr. Linda came for "purely professional reasons," in a dress that made her profession seem to be that of the night, and no I do not mean a vampire.

Somehow or other, Sloane managed to coerce Dr. Linda into his bed. This, of course, was inevitable, because Sloane is a SEXY BEAST.

Then came Facade. Syd decided to call Sloane while wearing a red wig... to chat? I don't remember. Sloane's in bed in all his SEXY BEAST glory.

And I begged the Lord, please, Lord, don't let Dr. Nancy be in bed with him. Please, Lord, don't let Dr. Linda be in bed with him. Please, Lord- OH MY GOD.

And there she was. Snuggled up to Sloane like a little baby cat- NAKED! Dr. Linda.

I mourned. I wept. I shook my fist at the sky and asked WHY GOD WHY?

(But then JJ threw Slirina out there, and we all stopped worrying about Sloanett.)

JuSi

Oh. Was there anything more glorious than this? Other than the SpyRents, of course.

Originally, when we all, including me, heard about Simon, we were all thinking that Syd was not-Syd when she met Simon as Julia. That Julia was someone entirely different from Syd- she was an assassin, she did crazy things, she hid things from Syd- she erased her own memory! Julia was this great big beautiful puzzle box!

And then she went to meet this Simon fellow, who greeted her familiarly. He already knew her.

In the Biblical sense.

Did Julia purposely fall for Simon because he was as much the opposite from Vaughn as Julia was from Syd? Did she like him for his darkness, like he appreciated hers? It might not've been love, but it was something along those lines, and it cultured affection and maybe even trust, something deep enough that Simon trusted her, something that doesn't come too easy in that world.

Then we found out that Syd knew she was Julia along, which begged the question- why then, Syd? Why Simon, of all people, someone so different from Vaughn? Because he was an accessory for your new life, the new dark princess, the new dark prince to fit in the new doll house? He was the opposite of Vaughn.

Did she love him, or was he just a warm body? Could Sydney even separate one from the other? Was she with him because he was in the right place in the right time, or did she grow to like him? What was it that they had?

It's a mystery.

Death Penalty.

My rant on the death penalty is that, oh, man, don't I hate making a decision. I am all about venegeance and killing people and, dude? Some people deserve to be fried for crimes against humanity and other atrocities.

Then again, as we are humans... who are we to judge who lives and who dies? Killing one person won't bring the other back... in fact, their suffering is over quickly. One quick shot, and they're done. Personally, I think they should stay in a dark, dank cell with no light and little food and as many personal demons that they can cram into a cell. I am spiteful and several shades of not-so-nice.

In short... I don't know.