Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

- So, guess who's sick of the cold weather? Thissss moi. Totally over it.

- I've readjusted my schedule COMPLETELY today. Drop/Add ends at 11:59 PM, and I'm fairly nauseous with the idea of going to brand new classes an entire week late (but, technically, not absent, because it was still drop/add! In order to get the math class I need to graduate I had to drop the history class I really really like and get another one.

- Toying with the idea of taking out a loan to study abroad, an idea that makes me physically ill (the loan, not the studying abroad bit.)

- My Quebec class seems awesome at least.

- I watched Razor again last night, because I am quite possibly the only person who enjoys watching it, and it seemed like an appropriate chaser to 'The Plan.' SO MANY THINKY THOUGHTS OF AWESOMENESS. I don't I need to state again just how much I love Tricia Helfer (who hung the moon, if you didn't know,) but OMG MICHELLE FORBES. Michelle Forbes, how do you do it. That show is full of people who can act without speaking, but the way that the intensity and depth of Gina and AHC's entire relationship is conveyed in a smile, arm grab and cheek kiss? That sound you hear is my mind blowing. I get these stupid flappy hands of shippiness at how cute and sweet they are. WHICH IS UNFORTUNATE, SEEING WHAT GOES DOWN. (Also, as a side bar, Michelle Forbes looks amazingly beautiful without the severe bangs. I love her always [I know. Shut up] but with her hair like that? Gooorge.)

- The person who made my BSG calendar is like, the biggest Kara/Samders shipper ever. The first month has them, and then there are a bunch of little pics of them scattered throughout. Conversely, there is one Gaius/Red, and no Papadama/Lauroslin. There is a depressing lack of Ellen, and a really unnecessary amount of Eight-age.

- I wish I could think of some porn to write for bsg_pornbattle BUT I KEEP COMING UP WITH FEELINGS INSTEAD. Not even like, the pseudo porn I wrote last time. The Gina fic I started went straight to feelings. The Gaius/Red fic? Feelings. The Six/Laura fic? PLOT. WHAT THE HELL, I DON'T WANT A PLOT AT ALL. So, yes, I have a few hours to stop failing.

- I haven't worked in six days. I am going bonkers.

So, it's ten o'clock, the night before a French philosophy presentation, and have I started yet? No. Because that would be just too clever, wouldn't it? I'm all, what! How can I start and then have to break for ANTM and SVU (which, while predictable, was pretty damn rad [and I mean that about both. I think Tyra is one of the most quotable women on earth. MODEL THROUGH THE MISHAP is a catchphrase I really want to make happen.]) I am known for making poor scholastic choices.

Also, I went to a career fair with Melissa. The highlights of it being: (1) talking to a few interesting companies, (2) Getting dolled up, (3) Having a damn fun time getting dolled up with Melissa, because we were dancing around to Fiddler on the Roof and reggaeton and She and Him (4) thinking of "business women" quotes from Romy and Michele while surrounded by people in business attire.

And today from Netflix I got a movie with Mary McDonnell that sounds spectacular. In a bad way. WHY MUST I BE TEMPTED THUS?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HANNAH! I hope your day is amazing, darling girl.

Still no roommate, I miss having one. Classes are okay. I took the French SAT, and that was interesting.

Aaaand drop/add ends tomorrow and I still don't know what French I'm in. Arg.

So instead!

Three Things I Used to Hate, but No Longer Do, Because I Have a Brain

- Nadia
Yeah, I don't have an excuse for this other than my knee-jerk !!!!! reaction to Syd getting a sister mid-series. Plus, Sloane + Irina = Gross. However, now I know that, through some bizarre tautology table logic, Sloane + Irina = PERFECTION. And she is wonderful and a delight and I love love love her all thanks to non_horation and Mia Maestro, and the writers who wanted to make Nadia the sweetest, bestest character ever.

- marshmallows
Hated these for a long, long time, and now... I love them. I love their soft and squishy goodness. I love their slightly dusty covering. I love their jolly little bag. I love that they have "jet puffed" in the title. Oh, marshmallows.

- the song "Umbrella"
I was proud of never having heard it, remember? Then I went to work and it played all the time, so I learned to love it. LOVE IT HARDCORE. And then Mandy Moore covered it. And now Gerard Way is in on the action. Obviously, this means the song is amazing.

One Thing I Cannot Live Without

- Carmex
When we were in Canada, BOTH of my carmex tubes reached the end of their lives. I got a tin of cute, expensive lip balm from Lush, and it doesn't matter. I need my Carmex.

How many times has someone on your friends list posted about something and you were really confused, but you didn't want to ask because you knew you SHOULD know? How many times have you felt guilty asking a close LJ friend a question that should be obvious?

Well, here's your chance.

If you've missed a few things, missed an entry and are confused, ask me anything. Even something EXTREMELY basic, like where I live! I'm not allowed to get even slightly irritated at any of the questions - we've all missed things before.

Studied more with Philly. We actually work well together.

Today in drama we made half-masks out of plaster. I had to do Chang first, and I am absolutely terrified to have it done to me Wednesday morning. Poor Chang was absolutely destroyed by the plaster- all in her hair and her ears and her eyes and it was awful- and I'm such a baby. Ugh.

This morning I watched a guy kick a vending machine for about six minutes. He stood in wonder at first, and then started kicking the cage it was in. Then the little opening for the door. Then he tried to shake it through the cage. This pattern was alternated for over five minutes, and a security guard even walked past him without saying anything.

A month from today, I'll be graduated.

I have sooo much work to do, but earlier my sister was doing an assignment so I had to watch Alias. Of course. So I watched "Search and Rescue," because other than Lena and Mia? I need no others. I only watched Syd's acceptance of the proposal in the final ep, though, because I can't stand to watch Nadia become a zombie. Or watch Vaughn and Syd get crashed into.

Hanover Street is on TV. Oh, 80s Harrison Ford movies. With Georg von Trapp, none the less.

Gah. So much work. But Taylor's giving me her and Carol's work on Hamlet and the poems after her oral tomorrow, so that saves me a lot of work. Hooray!

Also? True confession: I absolutely love John Mayer's "Your Body is a Wonderland." Like, I would kill to have a boy I was enamoured with sing this to me. Because... oh my god. And if that makes me a teeny bopper, so be it. I HAVE NO SHAME.