Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

The cable is out. Which wouldn't matter if Alias wasn't on tomorrow. If it was this time tomorrow night I wouldn't be here, because I'd be at someone else's house, preparing to watch. I am dead serious.

The English exam was good today, and I'm kinda worried about the math but not so much, because at this point, there's not too much I can do. Honestly.

It's Talisa's birthday. She was supposed to stop by at 5. It's now 7:40. Oh, Cubans.

Let 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.

Today was a bullshit day, as I had substitutes in three of my classes and, starting tomorrow, will have four. It's like all the IB teachers decided to bail. For example, tomorrow? I have substitutes all day long. How crazy is that?

There's this thing going around at my school. I heard about it from Gabby on Friday, and gave her specific instructions NOT to tell me any more details, because I was terrified. Then today it was all anyone talked about at lunch.

Supposedly, there's this website called something along the lines of "ask pedro" and if you ask it questions and believe in spirits, it answers you. Correctly. As in, Philly asked what her dog's name was, and he replied: Maxou. She asked for her boyfriend's name (Erik) and her best friend's name (Adriana) and it replied correctly. Carlos said that when he was asking where he was, it replied that he was holding a glass of water, which he was. When he asked another question, it said instead "stop taking pictures." Sebastian had been behind him, doing just that.

I have a pretty liberal view when it comes to spirits and the like. Ever see the Wizard of Oz? When they're walking through the woods, and there are signs to "beware of Spooks"? And the Tinman was like, shyeah, right, whatever, spooks don't scare me- and then the spooks picked him up and then dropped him? And the Lion started saying "I do believe in Spooks, I do believe in Spooks, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do believe in Spooks"? That's my attitude. I don't know if they exist or not, but I'd prefer not to be picked up, so? I do believe in Spooks. That said, Pedro has said to two people that he was going to be under their beds that night, and Carlos said the TV started making noise, and Pedro said "I'm in your TV."

Which means I am absolutely torn as to whether or not I should investigate this. I mean, dude. On one hand- it can't be real. On the other hand- OMG WHAT IF IT IS? And do I really want to mess with it? Me, who won't even play with a Ouija board?

( Answer my question! )

It is the morning of the Oscars and I don't want to be doing my portfolio. At all. Please, someone save me.

It's not that the Oscars are very important to me this year. Although I just found out that Jen is going, so I'll have to keep the pre-show on TV. And she's on Ellen on March 14th, which is when I'm staying home. And Coop's on Regis and Kelly the 9th! Oh, the Alias stars.

3000 words isn't that bad, especially when some of it is work I've already done. I can do this.

I've been singing Rent songs all morning. God help me.

So, when I start complaining this weekend about having sooooo much to do, please beat me upside the head. Because I have done nothing all week towards my drama portfolio and now it's going to consume me whole this weekend and it's all my fault, so, self? Deal.

Grades went in for the third marking period, and I somehow managed at the last minute to bring the three unacceptable grades to what they've been all year. I have had the same grades every semester: four As, a B and a C. The two previous Bs in history irked me before, this time I'm just glad I got a B and not a C.

And this weekend I have to also prepare for my TOK oral. Oh, woe is me.