Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

*sigh* It's so sad. I go around reading what everyone said on the OTP meme and they all wrote dissertations and I'm all... er, I love SyVa! Because! WHEE!

Today I finished Moonlighting. Well, I kinda skipped five episodes along the way ('Brother, Can You Spare a Blonde?' 'The Bride of Tupperman,' 'North by North Dipesto,' 'In God We Strongly Suspect' and 'Every Daughter's Father is a Virgin') but I had to get to 'Witness For an Execution' somehow! Anyway. I remembered the last episodes so well it freaked me out. And from four years ago, too. But David talking about the pointlessness of flowery lace on bras? Oh my GOD, I remember going bra shopping with my mother and saying that about ten hundred times. And the Whoopi episode? My sister and I went around singing 'Devil with a blue dress' for weeks and weeks. So I really enjoyed it.

Then I watched 'Blow,' the movie about drugs and Johnny Depp and Penélope. That was fun. I think the best part of the movie was Penélope when she was wasted, because she would get soooo wasted and just freak out and it was absolutely great. And Franka Potente was in it! That was fun. I felt really sad for poor George, though. Especially when we heard at the end that his daughter had never visited him. Because it's very sad.

I'm leaving on Tuesday (!) and I really don't want to, and I have a whole lot to do. Mostly involving me cleaning and me packing, both of which I lack the inclination to do.

So, I think I'll ramble about ships, since I'm not under any pressure.

( OTPs, redux. )