March 27, 2002
Good day.
Procrastination at work all morning, because I was trying to find a quenya wordlist and I finally found the perfect one at 11:30 am, only an hour away from my planned escape from work. Because I had planned to see The Ice Age with Margaret today. When I met her in the mall this afternoon, I felt a bit guilty for about two minutes, then enjoyed the movie inmensely. Go see it. :)
Oh, oh, they showed the Episode II trailer there. DUBBED. I wanted to throttle someone. It's a crime to put some guy over Ewan McGregor's Obi-Wan voice. Whoever came with that idea must be stoned to death. And I mean that in the Hammurabi Code way. I hope they bring the subtitled version too -- not because I need to read the Spanish, but because I need to hear the English.
By the way, I must be getting old. Or I'm becoming Melissa, because I'm crying at every movie I see. I hate that. What's up with these girlie hormones? It's embarrassing. Had to eat some Haagen Dasz Bailey's ice cream to get past that. <.g>
What's worse, since I knew there was NO WAY there would be food at home when I arrived, I paid a visit to uncle Ronald, and I picked my trashy dinner. That said, I have a couple culinary tips. When you nuke McDonald's french fries... it's not the same anymore. They lose their crispyness, the soft inside does not steam, and they look... well, limp. Not sexy. Don't do it. Hamburgers, on the other hand, are way better after a trip to the microwave. I've always liked my bread soft like that.
As if eating trash food wasn't enough, I just ate a chocolate-chip muffin after I realized that they're not showing Crash Palace tonight. I always saw the promos in FOX, and I always thought the show looked kinda sleazy. Then I saw it, and realized it was like a depraved version of Melrose Place, but in Australia.
Of course, I loved it. ;)
And now I'm down because I can't see nasty shagging and Aussie cursing.
Come to think of it, I should sit down and start writing three things I have to get done. Make that four. I have to write two articles for Mureche.net, one slash story for this challenge Rina got me into, and this... THING my brain is pleading me to write.
I should start, but it's nearly 11:00 pm and there's Seinfeld reruns to watch.
TV is bad.
Procrastination at work all morning, because I was trying to find a quenya wordlist and I finally found the perfect one at 11:30 am, only an hour away from my planned escape from work. Because I had planned to see The Ice Age with Margaret today. When I met her in the mall this afternoon, I felt a bit guilty for about two minutes, then enjoyed the movie inmensely. Go see it. :)
Oh, oh, they showed the Episode II trailer there. DUBBED. I wanted to throttle someone. It's a crime to put some guy over Ewan McGregor's Obi-Wan voice. Whoever came with that idea must be stoned to death. And I mean that in the Hammurabi Code way. I hope they bring the subtitled version too -- not because I need to read the Spanish, but because I need to hear the English.
By the way, I must be getting old. Or I'm becoming Melissa, because I'm crying at every movie I see. I hate that. What's up with these girlie hormones? It's embarrassing. Had to eat some Haagen Dasz Bailey's ice cream to get past that. <.g>
What's worse, since I knew there was NO WAY there would be food at home when I arrived, I paid a visit to uncle Ronald, and I picked my trashy dinner. That said, I have a couple culinary tips. When you nuke McDonald's french fries... it's not the same anymore. They lose their crispyness, the soft inside does not steam, and they look... well, limp. Not sexy. Don't do it. Hamburgers, on the other hand, are way better after a trip to the microwave. I've always liked my bread soft like that.
As if eating trash food wasn't enough, I just ate a chocolate-chip muffin after I realized that they're not showing Crash Palace tonight. I always saw the promos in FOX, and I always thought the show looked kinda sleazy. Then I saw it, and realized it was like a depraved version of Melrose Place, but in Australia.
Of course, I loved it. ;)
And now I'm down because I can't see nasty shagging and Aussie cursing.
Come to think of it, I should sit down and start writing three things I have to get done. Make that four. I have to write two articles for Mureche.net, one slash story for this challenge Rina got me into, and this... THING my brain is pleading me to write.
I should start, but it's nearly 11:00 pm and there's Seinfeld reruns to watch.
TV is bad.