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Day 431: The magic of the bishonen
Feb. 10th, 2007 09:00 pmRight. So this may seem like the mad ranting of a corrupted otome anime fangirl. And it may be. But seriously, hear me out.
Okay, so the rest of the week from the previous entry went not so great, mostly because I have become mildly plague-ridden after Dad was ill last weekend. Cold had a few days to incubate and then I got hit. Not so badly, but then the headaches and stuffy nose made work uncomfortable, to say the least.
Friday night was fairly boring. I kept hitting up the video store in hoping of getting another James Marsden fix and failed (Disturbing Behaviour was always gone). I picked up the Dead Poets Society earlier in the week and have been watching it on my iPod at work. I love it lots. I am enjoying it. I talked to Seirra and Marty online as well as Seirra on the phone, and that was great. Just hearing their voices. Seeing them. Being on the grateful end of their humor. I love it, and I love them. Seems like we're all on this roller coaster together no matter how far we are apart.
But back to the bishonen. So today I was going to get something done, yes I was, in the way of grad school. But whenever I thought about it I started to feel sick. So I went out with mom. Ran some errands. Reserved some Firefly and Serenity graphic novels at the library, as well as picking up a disc of MI5 again so as to snatch it onto my iPod. Washed the cars and then waxed them, which involved new wax, me always using too much or too little, and dancing around to music, much to the amusement of my mother. She needed to pick up some food at the grocery store, so I decided to hit up the rental store one more time. And...success. I love Gary Oldman, and I think he rocks. I was batting zero on "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead", but then I remembered hearing about the Indie film "Interstate 60." Gary Oldman and - score - James Marsden.
So I did it. I'm so glad that I did. It totally reminded me of Neil Gaiman, a little American Gods, a little Neverwhere, a lot of funny and bawdy. I laughed so hard. And it was the perfect movie at the perfect time. Ray and O.W. Grant ranted about inevitability through the entire film, and I don't think it was inevitability so much as serendipity. The movie started off about a boy who was unsure about his future, part of which involved going to law school. He had a hell of a lot of fun along the way, some crazy adventures, and learned things, and by the end of the movie he was ready to tackle his future.
And so after dinner I tackled mine. Mom and I made an (unsuccessful) Wal-Mart run in search of turkey cooking supplies and AAR's "Move Along" album. So we went to Bed, Bath & Beyond and I skipped over to Best Buy next door. Both of us got what we wanted and came home. I sat down and filled out applications. Now all I have to do are essays and letters, get some transcripts, and I am ready to roll.
I can do this.
I'm losing some of my nerve again after a SNAFU with the printer, but I will write tomorrow.
I can write.
Thank the fates for James Marsden, Gary Oldman, and a lot of fantastic serendipity.
Pretty boys really are magic. You just have to believe.
Okay, so the rest of the week from the previous entry went not so great, mostly because I have become mildly plague-ridden after Dad was ill last weekend. Cold had a few days to incubate and then I got hit. Not so badly, but then the headaches and stuffy nose made work uncomfortable, to say the least.
Friday night was fairly boring. I kept hitting up the video store in hoping of getting another James Marsden fix and failed (Disturbing Behaviour was always gone). I picked up the Dead Poets Society earlier in the week and have been watching it on my iPod at work. I love it lots. I am enjoying it. I talked to Seirra and Marty online as well as Seirra on the phone, and that was great. Just hearing their voices. Seeing them. Being on the grateful end of their humor. I love it, and I love them. Seems like we're all on this roller coaster together no matter how far we are apart.
But back to the bishonen. So today I was going to get something done, yes I was, in the way of grad school. But whenever I thought about it I started to feel sick. So I went out with mom. Ran some errands. Reserved some Firefly and Serenity graphic novels at the library, as well as picking up a disc of MI5 again so as to snatch it onto my iPod. Washed the cars and then waxed them, which involved new wax, me always using too much or too little, and dancing around to music, much to the amusement of my mother. She needed to pick up some food at the grocery store, so I decided to hit up the rental store one more time. And...success. I love Gary Oldman, and I think he rocks. I was batting zero on "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead", but then I remembered hearing about the Indie film "Interstate 60." Gary Oldman and - score - James Marsden.
So I did it. I'm so glad that I did. It totally reminded me of Neil Gaiman, a little American Gods, a little Neverwhere, a lot of funny and bawdy. I laughed so hard. And it was the perfect movie at the perfect time. Ray and O.W. Grant ranted about inevitability through the entire film, and I don't think it was inevitability so much as serendipity. The movie started off about a boy who was unsure about his future, part of which involved going to law school. He had a hell of a lot of fun along the way, some crazy adventures, and learned things, and by the end of the movie he was ready to tackle his future.
And so after dinner I tackled mine. Mom and I made an (unsuccessful) Wal-Mart run in search of turkey cooking supplies and AAR's "Move Along" album. So we went to Bed, Bath & Beyond and I skipped over to Best Buy next door. Both of us got what we wanted and came home. I sat down and filled out applications. Now all I have to do are essays and letters, get some transcripts, and I am ready to roll.
I can do this.
I'm losing some of my nerve again after a SNAFU with the printer, but I will write tomorrow.
I can write.
Thank the fates for James Marsden, Gary Oldman, and a lot of fantastic serendipity.
Pretty boys really are magic. You just have to believe.
