There is a taste that you only get in your mouth when you kiss an avid smoker. I'd almost forgotten it until tonight.

But I have been watching The Sopranos a lot, so I think I'm getting tougher by proxy.

Becky, version Friday.0


more cat pictures

Repeat after me: Becky is only allowed to drink heavily with ONE crush in the room. Preferably none.

Married guy went with a bunch of us to a late night showing at AmCin. Informal, drinking involved, and he made fun of me a LOT which is his way of flirting. Mature to the maximus.

Anyway. I got stuck without a ride home and everyone was looking at their feet to shuffle me off, even though I drive everyone in need anywhere at all. But Married Guy says "Come stay at my place, I'll drive you home tomorrow." I go "..." Bad plan, just SUCH a bad plan cause I totally dig him. And earlier he'd said his wife has the flu and he was sleeping on the couch. So, what, I was gonna sleep on the love seat? Pull out couch with him? And besides, Becky (his wife -creepy I know) would probably have felt rightly uncomfortable with a twenty something sleeping in their house after a drunk night out with her husband.

Just. Why? My crushes aren't supposed to be married yet.

Oh, and I dragged out "back-up guy" at 3am to prove I could. And I got stood up by the Commie, which at this point just makes him a shitty friend. Which I've got enough of already.

ETA: I also just let myself go through with a big purchase while still drunk. Clearly I should have a sig.oth. to prevent just such situations.

Things I love:
Gunslingers
marauders
Am-Cin & P-Street
friends who are too far away
my roommates and their lovahs
not working at B&N full time
almost being shut of the PV for good and all
being in 2 shows

Things I don't love so much:
not having any free time
the weather
having to figure out a new life plan
having a broken computer
not being in school
car insurance
not being able to find my phone
riding in cars with boys I wish I could genuinely be into
frantically memorizing lines

I am not Switzerland. I'm not even Swiss. I reserve the right to get offended, feel wronged, and hold it against you. I am a card-carrying human being, and just because I'm silly doesn't mean I don't have an opinion and even if nobody's listening I still get my say.

That said, I'm in a purging mood these days. I'm cleaning my room and half of the things I see I'd rather throw out than find a place for. I don't even like keeping food in the fridge. Thinking about leaving the valley makes me sad, and also afraid of what people I'll drop when I go. Because some people you're meant to know your whole life. And sometimes, it's all about location, location, location.

Banging my head on all kinds of stuff this holiday season.

Ho ho ho yes my friends.

I hate waiting for the other shoe to drop, cause right now it's a spike heel made of rusted iron.

1.YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet, current car)
Rascal Turtle (I had a cat named Rascal, yeah. You can't just open the book of my life in the middle!)

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Vanilla Shortbread (Yep. That's how gangsta I am.)

3. YOUR "FLY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two letters of your last name)
B. Pa (A name as fly as me! ... Not at all.)

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Red Bear (Solving all of Moscow's silliest crimes.)

5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
April Shirley (She's innocent as all get out, and her man is impregnating the neighborhood.)

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
Palbe (Dude, that's so what they did to get all those names.... Lando was once Donald Lancaster)

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, first tool that comes to mind, put “The” at the beginning)
The Orange Rasp (That's a super hero that turns evil REAL quick.)

8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Charles Warren (That guy likes to go FAST.)

9. STRIPPER NAME: (favorite candy, the name of your favorite perfume/cologne)
Caramel Curve (I'm not so familiar with perfume names, I just know when people smell nice, you know?)

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle name)
Ruth Phillip (They'll NEVER find me! I don't look like a Ruth! ... Or do I?)

I recently cleaned out what I like to call the nostalgia drawer of my desk, and found hundreds of pages of doodles, lyrics, letters and notes. I wrote these two haiku my first semester at UMASS and they just brought me right back.

college is a lake
just me, with no umbrella
Amherst in the rain

April show'rs my ass
there's no excuse for this shit
make the sun come back

By the TV!

I am officially in love with Kid Nation. It's a reality show on CBS about kids who are given this crappy ghost town in the desert and have to survive out there on canned goods and without plumbing. Aside from it feeling a little wrong to watch these kids get snowed on and beaten up by dust storms and decide to butcher chickens...it's also pretty amazing.

Just to hear how they feel about working together and their civic responsibilities and religion... I mean seriously, these kids are like 8-15 and they're making decisions that the people I know wouldn't be mature enough to make...

And this one kid, ten years old, broke down over a letter from his girlfriend and went to the town saloon to drown his sorrows in root beer.


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Predictably, I want to kill one of the little princesses...or, you know, all of them.

Some things that happened to me this week.

I hosted a three minute beach party on an orange carpet.

I learned I'm well and truly terrified of being boring. And stitching needlepoint samplers of fluffy bunnies or painting pastoral landscapes.

I met Tony Kushner. Yah. That Tony Kushner.

I waltzed with a handsome man whose name is not really Gilbert.

I dreamed in Italian about a family reunion.

I stopped being a gay accountant.

I got paid to eat pizza and crack jokes.

I was shamed into a consumer fit by TLC on demand.

Howard Shore almost made me lose my shit. I'll never hear that song and NOT cry.

Good week. Go team. This is much easier than really updating.

I'm sitting in on Laila's second class ever that she's teaching in grad school. OMG, she sounds like my first year English grad students. And she has a student names Noodles.

My peer group isn't the freshmen anymore, it's the fucking instructors. FREAKIN WEIRD.

We're getting older. What's up with that, guys?

ETA: She's good and they like her.

Working so much I have become a Frapuccino.

New LJ layouts that everyone discovered months ago are SWEET. I may finally need pay time, except now they want to suck me dry with automatic renewal. Sigh.

I have it set to the Seattle skyline to psych me up for my trip over 4th of July.

Oh man, I am le tired, and am due for a real update that can wait till I am less with the having of the vapors.

Create your own Friend Test here

I don't know how hard I made it... I probably just think it's easy cause it's about me.

ETA: CLEARLY NOT A GOOD GAUGE OF ACTUAL FRIENDSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HA!!!!!

It's very nice to go trav'ling
To Paris London and Rome
It's oh so nice to go trav'ling
But it's so much nicer, yes it's so much nicer, to come home

It's very nice to be footloose
With just a toothbrush and comb
It's oh so nice to be footloose
But your heart starts singin' when your homeward wingin' across the foam

You will find the maiden and the gay muchachas are rare
But they can't compare with that sexy line
That parades each day at Sunset and Vine

It's quite the life to play gypsy
And roam as Gypsies will roam
It's quite the life to play gypsy
But your heart starts singin' when your homeward wingin' across the foam

And the Hudson River
Makes you start to quiver
Like the latest flivver
That's simply dripin' with crome

It's very nice to go trav'ling
But it's oh so nice to come home.

No more packin',
And unpackin',
Light the home fires,
Get my slippers,
Make a pizza...

I was lucky enough to tag along with Laila for some UK adventures, and if it wasn't for the Everest (Kilmanjaro, at least) sized piles of homework I have to do in the next six hours before I pass out, I'd be perfectly content. Pictures to follow.

So today has been tough, but I saw

this: http://www.apple.com/trailers/disney/meettherobinsons/trailer_large.html

on the television, and one moment (if you know me, you'll know WHAT moment) made me laugh so hard I forgot to be cranky for a minute.

Party this weekend will do wonders for my spirits, if I can survive that long. Wanna come to Amherst and play??????

OW.

Ever have one of those days that you really, really wished you had woken up in a bathtub full of ice with a non-vital organ missing just so you wouldn't have to face the day, and all the shit people expected you to do during the day?

No?

...lucky.

I had a multiple fandom dream last night. MULTIPLE. In a way that defies logic. Part one was me at a conference of some kind, sharing a dorm style room with Gaius Baltar (I think I was the Six that doesn't live in his head), and Dean Winchester was across the hall. Then I was tending the fishtanks OF TALKING FISH for Meryl Streep/Miranda Priestly, but that turned out to be a movie we were rehearsing, and I got out of there pretty quick since I don't like Anne Hathaway very much. I went outside and was somehow hanging out with Adrian Monk. o__O Then I was driving down the highway with a car full of Firefly characters (I was now Wash) and our arch nemesis trapped us in the car with poison gas and I was having some trouble convincing Kaylee she needed to get out when Ein the dog from Cowboy Beebop was yapping at my heels.

Then I woke up, only vaguely aware of who and where I was. Usually my dreams are not quite this bloody strange.