December 20th, 2005

...dreamers

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I have a massive headache. Ouch.

But the evening was a success. Dinner was yummy (as is usual at Olive Garden). 13 people were there, and laughs were had. After, we attempted bowling, but Hawthorn Lanes was filled with leagues. So we bustled down to Deerfield (dammit) only to find a 90 minute wait. Those who hadn't ditched out after dinner, split off from bowling. But Bridgette, Lewis, Jenny, and I went back to Jen's house where we watched Sorority Boys (I shamefully admit that I adore Barry Watson) and then Last Action Hero, because who doesn't love movies that poke fun at themselves. Thank you, John McTiernan.

And now, the headache is forcing me to get sleep. I should probably seek out Advil before I do...but that's so far away. Unconsciousness will numb the pain.

Night.
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    sore ouch
Television - TiVo

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I just watched my first episode of Project Runway (I've missed a couple because I suck) and it was fabulous. I love it again!

Now, I have some episodes of Issac. TiVo is my friend. As is Bravo and Style Network because it's gay central. Opa!


Soon, I'll be going shopping for Christmas presents. Must buy for Mom and Dad, Michael, Zoe, and my sister-in-law Katie. I might end up getting a Nintendo DS...because I'm a geek.
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    good good
Alanis - Unsexy

Well we're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy...

Alanis's cover of Seal's "Crazy" is excellent. Which further perpetuates my love for Alanis. Even the albums no one else liked. I feel a bit like Emma Thompson in Love Actually when she says "Joni Mitchell is the woman who taught your cold, English wife how to feel." But for me, it's Alanis, and I'm a cold, cynical, single, American girl.

In other news, my writer's block is still holding me captive. Fucker.

I am bored out of my mind and hoping to find a way to escape this house tomorrow. Anyone interested? I should call Allie.


Finally, a little Alanis for your evening.

Fourteen years,
Thirty minutes,
Fifteen seconds I've
Held this grudge.

Eleven songs,
Four full journals,
Thoughts of punishment
I've expended.

[...]
You've been villified,
Used as fodder,
You deserve a piece
Of every record.

But who's it hurting now?
Who's the one that's stuck?
Who's it torturing now
With an antique knot in her stomach?
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    Alanis