Wasting Time

I'm just taking a break from my Intertextuality essay...

OK, so still not that excited about the new HP movie, but omg! Barty Crouch is Owen from The Vicar of Dibley. *That* I can squee over. "He's as doomed as a virgin on a date with Rod Stewart."

There is a bruise on the inside of my upper arm that looks like a fingerprint. I'm not sure how exactly it got there.

I move out (yea!) Friday at 7:20 PM. And then it's home again, home again.

There's a new promo out for SGA. It makes me happy. Especially...
CARSON: You're dating a woman?
RODNEY: Yes, a woman.
Way to emphasize the gender there, Rodney. ;) Also, John's whole, "Yes, I'm fine. Two arms, ten fingers. ::glances down:: I'll check the rest later." Heh. July 15 really isn't that far away.

Over the weekend, we rented Swimming Upstream, an Australian film based on a true story. Starred Geoffrey Rush, Judy Davis, and Dr. Chase from House. He was a swimmer. He should swim some on House. Because, yeah, he wasn't hard on the eyes.

Speaking of not being hard on the eyes, Tris and Callie (especially Callie) have gotten into using the word "sexy" for everything. Apparently Friday morning, Kay overheard this conversation:

C: Do you think I'm sexy?
T: Callie, you're not even hot.

But, really, what did she expect asking her brother.

Rented Boogeyman last night. Watched half of it and then fell asleep. Natasha had dreams about closests.

Back to the grindstone...

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New HP&GoF pic

I know a lot of people (ie females) really like the long haired thing, but I'm having trouble dealing. I'm sorry, but there it is. Have all of the scissors in Britain gone missing?

Meanwhile, Dan's neck is still trying to eat his head. I really hope the poor boy's head grows into the rest of him.

In me news, I'm on page six of my essay. And stuck. And it sucks. And I soooo don't care anymore. I'm tired and my back hurts and I want to be anywhere but here (except a third world country) doing anything but this (except cleaning a gas station's bathroom). Specifically, I'd like to be home, curled up in the living room, watching SG-1 with my parents and taunting my brother.

But nooooooo. I have to be *educated*. ::eyeroll:: Whatever, brain. What. Ever.