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There. I'm all hopped up on caffeine, and so perfectly capable of writing an entry that doesn't make me sound like a crazy person. "Yeah, right." You hush.
I'm thisclose to suffering from Moulin Rouge oversaturation. I've spent the past two-and-a-half or three hours finding and (slightly) editing MR pics for putting on the cover of my French notebook, while listening to my version of the soundtrack. (I uploaded my favourite songs from each of the two CDs and put them in the order they're in in the movie.) The only thing saving me is Mandy's bombardment of Tobey Maguire pictures; otherwise, I don't know how I'd be right about now. The pics provide just enough variety so I don't completely lose it.
I'm going pop cultural with my school supplies this year; aside from buying various licensed school-type merchandise, I'm covering each of my notebooks with some kind of theme. My French notebook is being Moulin Rouge-d (it seemed appropriate); my Human Behaviour notebook is being Willem-ed (what better class for exploring obsession?); and my Physics notebook is going to have a Tobey/Willem-Spider-Man/Green Goblin slash thing going (there's no real correlation there; I'd just like to have something nice to stare at while I'm being bored and trying to make myself pay attention). Mandy is helping me with the Tobey pics. *g* Don't know yet what I'll use for my assignment notebook, but I'll have to come up with something if they have those dreadful holographic covers again (the sound and feel of them give me the shivers). I could buy my own, but the school provides them for free. I'll probably have plenty of leftover pics to mush together, since I fear I've gone slightly overboard. *glances at thirteen MR pics and three Tobey pics, and thinks of five Willem pics and the huge Willem/Tobey and Spider-Man/Goblin pics* My notebooks are only so big, y'know? *thinks* Maybe I could cut the extra pics up and use the pieces to cover my assignment notebook . . . that would look kinda cool. *cough* Anyway. I hope my roll of packing tape holds out. (I am taking more than three classes by the way, but I know from experience that I don't need a notebook for Chorus and I'll hardly ever even see my Multi-Media Technology notebook.) (I just realized that I am taking exactly ONE class I haven't been in before. Sigh. Oh, well, that's what happens you fuck up the first time around.)
In slightly less boring news - remember that Batman movie I was babbling about several entries back? Well, it aired on AMC tonight, and I taped it! Now I have it! Wooo! Yeah! Uh . . . yeah.
Mom and Colby and I went out today to visit Lenny's (Mom's husband) brother, Chet. Which I suppose technically makes him my uncle, but I don' t know about that just yet. I love Chet, but he doesn't really have the avuncular feel to me; hasn't been long enough or something, I guess. Anyway. Chet and his partner, Michael (okay, I do like the idea of having a gay uncle) own a store, which is where we went. And I found a new pet. A (stuffed) tough Irish alley cat, who I named MacManus. Originally, his name was O'Malley, which is how I know he's Irish (it's a Ty toy; one of those oversized Beanie babies), but that's kind of a cliche. Besides, I like MacManus. And those of you who don't know why need to watch The Boondock Saints. Now. I mean it. His full name is Murphy Connor MacManus, but he's not having with that. Too many syllables; it detracts from your toughness, you know.
Is it strange to prefer singing Ewan's part over singing Nicole's? Of course not. I'm an alto. With a little effort, I can be soprano, but that effort seems pointless is casually singing along to a CD.
Hee. It's now technically tomorrow, but the time is set so that this will still be a Thursday entry. I cheat. I wrote most of it on Thursday, anyway; that counts, right?
I'm thisclose to suffering from Moulin Rouge oversaturation. I've spent the past two-and-a-half or three hours finding and (slightly) editing MR pics for putting on the cover of my French notebook, while listening to my version of the soundtrack. (I uploaded my favourite songs from each of the two CDs and put them in the order they're in in the movie.) The only thing saving me is Mandy's bombardment of Tobey Maguire pictures; otherwise, I don't know how I'd be right about now. The pics provide just enough variety so I don't completely lose it.
I'm going pop cultural with my school supplies this year; aside from buying various licensed school-type merchandise, I'm covering each of my notebooks with some kind of theme. My French notebook is being Moulin Rouge-d (it seemed appropriate); my Human Behaviour notebook is being Willem-ed (what better class for exploring obsession?); and my Physics notebook is going to have a Tobey/Willem-Spider-Man/Green Goblin slash thing going (there's no real correlation there; I'd just like to have something nice to stare at while I'm being bored and trying to make myself pay attention). Mandy is helping me with the Tobey pics. *g* Don't know yet what I'll use for my assignment notebook, but I'll have to come up with something if they have those dreadful holographic covers again (the sound and feel of them give me the shivers). I could buy my own, but the school provides them for free. I'll probably have plenty of leftover pics to mush together, since I fear I've gone slightly overboard. *glances at thirteen MR pics and three Tobey pics, and thinks of five Willem pics and the huge Willem/Tobey and Spider-Man/Goblin pics* My notebooks are only so big, y'know? *thinks* Maybe I could cut the extra pics up and use the pieces to cover my assignment notebook . . . that would look kinda cool. *cough* Anyway. I hope my roll of packing tape holds out. (I am taking more than three classes by the way, but I know from experience that I don't need a notebook for Chorus and I'll hardly ever even see my Multi-Media Technology notebook.) (I just realized that I am taking exactly ONE class I haven't been in before. Sigh. Oh, well, that's what happens you fuck up the first time around.)
In slightly less boring news - remember that Batman movie I was babbling about several entries back? Well, it aired on AMC tonight, and I taped it! Now I have it! Wooo! Yeah! Uh . . . yeah.
Mom and Colby and I went out today to visit Lenny's (Mom's husband) brother, Chet. Which I suppose technically makes him my uncle, but I don' t know about that just yet. I love Chet, but he doesn't really have the avuncular feel to me; hasn't been long enough or something, I guess. Anyway. Chet and his partner, Michael (okay, I do like the idea of having a gay uncle) own a store, which is where we went. And I found a new pet. A (stuffed) tough Irish alley cat, who I named MacManus. Originally, his name was O'Malley, which is how I know he's Irish (it's a Ty toy; one of those oversized Beanie babies), but that's kind of a cliche. Besides, I like MacManus. And those of you who don't know why need to watch The Boondock Saints. Now. I mean it. His full name is Murphy Connor MacManus, but he's not having with that. Too many syllables; it detracts from your toughness, you know.
Is it strange to prefer singing Ewan's part over singing Nicole's? Of course not. I'm an alto. With a little effort, I can be soprano, but that effort seems pointless is casually singing along to a CD.
Hee. It's now technically tomorrow, but the time is set so that this will still be a Thursday entry. I cheat. I wrote most of it on Thursday, anyway; that counts, right?
