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08/30/2003 Entry: "Romance Novels and pictures"

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Haven't had the energy to blog lately - been obsessing over all the work I saved for the last twenty-four hours of summer, dear heaven. Key Club Summer bulletin, Grogan's bullshit let-me-ruin-your-last-days-of-summer project, SAT practice (let me ruin your entire life conspiracy), and an inability to write fanfics.

I saw Lara Croft: Tomb Raider [The Cradle of Life] the other day with Stacy. AHAHAHAHA, it was a terribly predictable movie with a horrible ending and bad lines, but that's exactly why we went to see it, so what am I complaining? It was actually terrible fun to be watching it and making fun of it (the theater was nearly empty anyway), although the end was especially tedious when I was waiting for her to shoot her Irish (I think) ex-boyfriend. *bang* Didn't need Angelina Jolie's eyes tearing up as she pulled the trigger, either, but oh well.

I did like the scene where she was riding on that pretty black horse and shooting targets, but she was wearing a dress (that's incredibly uncomfortable and impractical - can possibly frighten skittish horses) and she was riding English SIDESADDLE. Sidesaddle is from the era where woman couldn't possibly ride astride because it was rude and manly, an era which can also kiss ass, except for Mr. Darcy, because he can't be blamed for coming from then.

Who writes this Snape a Day stuff? It's perversely hilarious. [“YES POOKIE PUDDING NOW RAWWRR,” Snape replied.]

At any rate, I was much hurt by Earl saying my last entry was completely useless. (Not really :P) I was wondering if long entries weren't just long blathering documentaries on My Fascinating Life And Nintendo Too, but screw that then :P

I beat Pikmin, btw, in less than a week, which tells me I really need something else to do. Pikmin informed me at the end that I lost [massacred] 752 Pikmin to fire, drowning, being squished, being eaten, or other various hazardous occupations, oops.

My dad wanted to watch Pirates of the Caribbean, so he and my mom and I went and watched it (me for the second time). Didn't enjoy it as much as the first time, but it's still what it was before, a fun and entertaining movie, and Orlando Bloom is still hot, so why not?

Congrats to Sarah btw, for getting your license; I have to go renew my permit. I'm beginning to be afraid of driving - not of driving itself so much, but more of driving with my dad, because when I make mistakes, he yells, and I assure you, I make ever so many mistakes. See, one really must not slow down when making lane changes, but I did that, and one should look over one's shoulder when backing up, but I didn't do that, and about parallel parking - well, we won't talk about that.

There is an enormous black spider on the ceiling right above the second floor here, so I can't kill it without falling to my doom, and can only stare at it as I think of it waiting to find me in the middle of the night and send me to my doom. (Wonderful little cycle going on here.) It's not a black widow, though, I've killed dozens of those and I'm very familiar (one might even say intimate) with them by now.

Went and got those glossy little cutesy photos at the mall with Stacy. We spent at least an hour trying to get coordinating outfits at my house, and we gave up because either everything I own doesn't fit her properly or just looks terrible on her. She is slimmer, taller, and more broad-shouldered than me, so it didn't quite .. work. It ended with her and I leaving the house with what we wore in :P at any rate, I have 25 little pictures (we picked what we thought was a pleasant silvery-gray background, but it ended up having Big Fat White Cranes flying all over) and she does too, so if you want one tell me :) I almost look nice. Oh, and Stacy is showing some MAJOR leg in this picture because of how her skirt's slit slices up, isn't that nice? (My shirt makes me look frumpy, so I can't say anything.)

I bought two Nora Roberts novels the other day, and HAHAHAHA, one of them was particularly bad. Not that the plot was more tedious than usual, but I disliked the characters. For one, the woman was a romance novel writer, and I can't help thinking that when a romance novel writer does that, she's making the character a Mary-Sueish reflection of herself. And what do you know, the terrible novel that the author in the story was working on is going to be published as a Harlequin historical (dear god, a wild wild west historical) in a couple months. Yuck.

The guy was irritating me for some random reasons - a bit boring, not at all charismatic, the type who romances with flowers and wine (gimme some straight "In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repesssed" any day) and et cetera. My dislike of him as a romantic hero was confirmed when I discovered he was Republican :P it's rare that Roberts discloses the political leanings of a character (it tends to turn off the reader), and last time she did so, the person was a liberal anyway :P bah.

So reading Pride and Prejudice, and I love the part where it says, "He spoke of apprehension and anxiety, but his countenance expressed real security." Tsk, tsk, Mr. Darcy ^.~ smug surety is a no-no in the romance world, even if you are one of the sexiest men alive. [Hell, I would've said yes, but that is, after all, why Darcy never fell in love with me and has his beloved Elizabeth instead.] I should thank my sister for giving me this as a birthday present btw, as it's the complete works of Jane Austen. Good stuff to have :) although one must be particularly careful not to smudge the pages - this is not a copy one lovingly smooches.

I just heard a very loud fluttering noise near the window, and I looked over and found an enormously large moth flapping anxiously. I considered killing it, but my bloodlust is being saved for that black spider should it ever come close enough, so I trapped it in a CD spindle cover and let it loose outside. Besides, I have qualms about killing large bugs - it's just so squishy. :x The other day I was cleaning up outside, and there were VERY LARGE COCKROACHES running around, so I took a shoe (my dad's :P) and went SMACK SMACK SMACK and though they died, it was disgusting enough that I couldn't bear to clean their corpses away.

I know it's not nice to make fun of very sheltered people, but I just remembered this one conversation I over heard at my cousin's engagement party. It was my cousin's fiance's aunt, and apparently she got directions to a location somewhere, and the directions were wrong *dum dum dum* Where did she end up?

Woman: "Goodness, I realized we were in downtown Los Angeles!"

Table: *gasp*

Me: o.O

I'm assuming she doesn't mean the tall-building part of downtown LA, but rather the part with street signs not written in English? Koreatown is definitely in downtown LA, and although it's not a part where there are daily shootings, there are definitely occasional shootings, lots of graffiti and no police officers.

Tomorrow is my grandfather's annual memorial service and is the first time ever my grandmother can't come (she was thirty-nine when he died) because she fractured her hip, and that the day after I get to go to Raging Waters with some very darling friends (*arches brows at Taleen and Tanya*). Good stuff :) Damn it, the only bathing suit I have is my racing suit, though, and that thing is REALLY TIGHT (two sizes smaller than your practice suit) and it hurts ;_;

Damn, I am good. I just killed that bastard spindly. Little thing was still alive after I squished it, but it fell off the ceiling and crashed to the ground (two stories below), where it was wriggling madly before I ended its life.

Hey, I spared the moth. And on that note, I end this absurdly long entry.