Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

MIA MAESTRO IS GOING TO BE IN A TWILIGHT MOVIE.

Like, I'm glad she's getting work, and I hope this will be a gateway to more Mia in more things but WHYYYYY?

So, my day's been pretty boss. I thought it would suck because last night I got into bed, started to drift off, and at FOUR IN THE MORNING the sprinklers went off. And by the way, they're not watering the plants. THEY'RE WATERING MY WINDOW. AND THE LIVING ROOM WINDOW. So there was this godawful erratic hail of water so I had to get up and take a sleeping pill and then put Gilmore Girls on my iPod. (Because, for some reason, I can't fall asleep listening to music, because I sing along in my head, and I can't watch other TV shows because I get too involved. Gilmore Girls I just let wash over me. It's rad.)

So I almost skipped my French class, but I went instead. Then I took a quiz in Spanish, which I think I did well on, and my teacher asked me to write her a recommendation, which I find totally delightful because I adore her and think she should get whatever job she desires. Second French class was okay, but then I got to go home and veg before getting dinner with Esther, during which we watched 'Good Will Hunting.' We'd never seen it before, and it was pretty damn good!

So then Crusoe was on.

I DO NOT want to like Crusoe as much as I do, but goddamn do I love it. It's mostly a love for the ridiculous- give me a disaster and I'm there, not to mention a hot British guy and then THE LOVELY AND ENCHANTING MIA MAESTRO- but then Crusoe and Friday were awesomely bromantic, and then tonight was like... the flagship episode for Crusoe and Olivia. It's really not fair for people to cast Mia if they don't intend shipping because that girl just projects adoration and sweetness. She could have chemistry with a blank wall, is what I'm saying. So they're all flirty and intense and delightful and then he's all I HAVE A WIFE and she's all :( :( :( and I totally hate cheaters but it's been SIX YEARS and I would lay down cash money betting that Susannah has moved on. Possibly with Sam Neill, who appeared to engineer Crusoe's predicament. I AM WRITING FIC IN MY HEAD, Y'ALL. CRUSOE FIC. This shit is bananas.

And then my roommated invited some people over and we played beer pong, or, in my case, Mountain Dew with a few drops of vodka in it pong. I was a really good player, too, and it was fun enough. Clearly not my new favorite pastime, but it was okay. Then I had to take a shower and I think a bunch of people are still out there and now smoking hookah, but I think I'm done socializing.

(What I want to do? WATCH THE CRUSOE EPISODE AGAIN. What is wrong with me?! Maybe I'll content myself with rewatching 'Fault' because... more badshipping. SELF, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?)

I need another TV show like I need a hole in the head... BUT LOOK AT THAT COSTUME. It's a big dress and a big cloak-y cape-y thing that's like, faux brocade (fauxcade, if you will) and it MATCHES THE FAUXCADE OF HER DRESS and IT IS AWESOME. I think I could watch anything if people were dressed like that, including Sex and the City. Maybe especially Sex and the City.

So, yeah. Crusoe. Woooo!

Basically, Penelope Cruz's brother was like, I want girls kissing. Like... my sister and Mia Maestro. And lots of girls in bathing suits. And my sisters in matching outfits. And... girls.

I suck at going to my political theory class, mainly because I have to trek to math, trek back to my room, and then trek back to the same hall for poli sci. Which I don't really need to go to, since the notes are online. But I was totally going to go today.

It is, however, pouring out. So much water, guys. I am drenched, and I had my lovely umbrella. It's the kind of rain that makes me sing Shirley Temple songs in my head (... yeah, I don't know either) and think about 'Poseidon.' Seriously. If the rain is making you think about disaster movies involving ocean liners, it's time to stay inside. So, sorry, poli sci. I almost died getting to math; now that I know what I'm in for sojourning over to Norman Hall, I ain't lately going back there.

So what will I do instead? I will watch the episodes of Ugly Betty I downloaded expressly because they have Cesar Santos. Because I, once again, have decided that a ship with no future is better than almost every other ship available. (Why do I do this? Why?) And the more I watch of Hilda/Santos, the more I love it. It's so complex! And wonderful! And there were so many facets! But, of course, he is now dead. Those bastards. So now I'm going to cry into my chicken sandwich. THANK YOU, UGLY BETTY.

Sasha and I are almost done with season five. We only have the last two episodes. I don't think I can handle it.

What I'll probably be able to handle is the end of Buffy. Although maybe not. Seeing as I know Anya's fate. :(

And let the record show that the 3 Musketeers mint bar tastes like a york peppermint patty, only not as good. Greaaat.

(Also, I'm seeing a report that Mia is going to be on a mini series with Christopher Plummer. As in, um, GEORG VON TRAPP. AS IN MY FIRST CRUSH EVER. That's just... too good to be true.)