Oh my.  I guess college happened, huh?

I just got back from work and it was FUCKING INSANE because there were SO MANY PEOPLE and then we RAN OUT OF PLAIN AND STRAWBERRY (I work at a frozen yogurt shop) so all we had left was green tea and orange and I actually had to TELL PEOPLE "I'M SORRY ALL WE HAVE ARE GODDAMN GREEN TEA AND ORANGE" AND NOBODY LIKES THOSE.

So I called my boss and said "WERE THE FUCK ARE YOU" except nice, so he came with more ingredients and then he sayed and helped because we really should have two people working the night shift but we...we just don't.  God.

I'm so goddamn tired you should see the crazy spelling mistakes I keep having to erase like "werking" and "knight" and "ersase."

ALSO IT WAS LIKE 90 DEGREES TODAY WHAT THE FRACK SEATTLE

Tags: frozen yogurt
Current Location: ma bedroom
Current Music: the fan blowin'

 ...aren't so frightening?

A complete lie, of course.  We get a lot of rain in Seattle, but not that many storms.  I'm totally scared, guys.  I never knew I was such a pussy.  Of course, being the only person awake at night in a big, dark house is already pretty disconcerting.

I'm rather embarassed to say that I went to see Mr. Bean's Holiday.  It turned out to be delightful, though.  Rowan Atkinson should pull a Hugh Laurie and get his own show.  I missed a little bit because I had to leave to pee in the middle, just like every other time I've ever gone to a movie.  And yet I continue to buy the huge Diet Pepsi.  It's a sickness.

Tags: diet pepsi, mr. bean, pee, thunder and lightening

Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday dear Jimmy
Happy birthday to me

I can now vote and buy cigarettes and/or porn.  Yay.

My dad got me tickets to see the musical version of "Young Frankenstein" yesterday at the Paramount.  The show was pretty great.  I'm glad they kept most of the original dialogue from the movie - too many changes would be equal to blasphemy.  So that was fun.  But today I'm just going to sit around and watch movies, then maybe go out for pizza with my mom later on.  Maybe have some pie.  Mmm.

Tags: birthday, pizza, young frankenstein

MAH LYMPH NODE HAZ BLOWED UP AGAIN!!!




HAS I TEH LUPUS??? Y/N

I just got back from registering for fall term college classes.  I had to get up at six in the morning (blaaahhh) and then ride in a car for an hour and a half (blaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh) and then interact with other people (blaaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhh.)  But I'm all set up for next term, which is nice.  I got almost all the classes I wanted.

On the drive back, we passed this big red pick-up truck with one of those stickers of Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes pissing on the Ford symbol.  The driver turned out to be this little old lady.  AWESOME.  Ten points for humanity.  Very inspiring for me, since I'm already well on my way to becoming a crazy cat lady who sits on her porch with a shot gun.  "Git offer ma yard!!!!"

Tags: blah, crazy cat lady

LEVEL THE FIRST:  Taxi never shows up to take us to the airport.  Leave 15 minutes late.

LEVEL THE SECOND:  Metal detector goes off (it was my belt.)

LEVEL THE THIRD:  Get all my liquids and/or gels confiscated by cunty security guard (No one TOLD me, okay?  No need to talk to me like I'm a fucking retard.  Even if I kind of am one.)

LEVEL THE FOURTH:  Flight has been moved to a concourse all the way on the other side of the ficking terminal.

LEVEL THE FIFTH:  DELAYED FOR OVER AN HOUR GODDAMNIT.

LEVEL THE SIXTH:  On the plane at last, delayed for another forty five minutes.  Finally take off after nine, which was when we were supposed to arrive.  On the plus side, have now completely forgotten grief over the loss of hair care products.

***INTERLUDE:  Idaho basically counts as it's own level of hell.***

LEVEL THE SEVENTH:  Four days later, flying back by myself.  I turn my cell on as soon as we hit the ground and it rings about a minute later.  It's my mom, who's supposed to pick me up, to tell me...the car broke down.  Again.

I have to take a taxi.  Circle of life.

Tags: airport, cunty, hell, idaho, taxi

I usually don't bother with memes, but this one was so easy.  I found it wandering around med_anomaly's journal, who got it from housepiglet, who got it from tasha_elizabeth.  None of these people know who I am, but I'm going to steal their meme anyway.

Basically you type in your name and then "needs" ("jimmyblue needs" except I used my real name) into Google and then list the first ten sentences that show up as results.


So.  Jimmyblue needs...

...a new name.  [Hey!]

...a job. 

...a boyfriend.  [I most certainly do not.]

...her vaccinations.

...to use more than skills to escape the trap.  [This is actually kind of exciting!]

...to apply lots of make-up so she can perform in her latest dramatic role.

...some alone time.  [I agree with this.]

...prayers.

...a hug lots of love.

...a night of pure bliss that's all about her: no regrets, no control, no limits.  [...Huh.]


Hmm.  Some of those were a bit judgmental, in my opinion.  The others painted a picture of a life much more interesting than mine.

Tags: needs meme
Current Location: alone in my big, empty house
Current Music: The Magnetic Fields

When does a child get too old to be an orphan?  Is there an age limit?  If you lose both your parents at the age of 18, are you an orphan, or an adult whose parents are dead?  If you were an orphan and then you grow up, are you still an orphan or have you grown out of it?

These are the things that I think about after midnight, apparently.

I saw the Simpson's Movie!  I liked it.  Mostly because I didn't have freakishly high expectations of it.  Some reviewers were like, "It's basically a long Simpson's episode."  Well, yeah.  What else would it be?

My step-mom and my step-brothers are out of town, so it's just me and my dad this week.  He still goes to work, so I'll be by myself for most of the time.  Not a problem, though.  I plan to sit in the dark and watch movies, which is what I usually do anyway.  It's fun, though.  It's like when my parents first got divorced and it was just me and my dad, and he had to figure out how to take care of me, mostly by trial and error.  I remember watching way more TV than I should have.  Yesterday we went shopping and bought a bunch of food we usually don't get to have, like hotdogs and poptarts and ice cream, and tonight we just ate snacks because we forgot to make dinner.  Good times.

Just got back from another round with Dragon Lady, the orthodontist from hell.  I'm getting my braces off in two months, thank god.  I hate those people so much.  So.  Much.  They're horrible.  They made boring, annoying small talk, and they play bad bad music and all their walls are beige and I hate them, I hate them.  Two months.  Two months.

I ran out of underwear because I haven't done my laundry in like a week, so I had to ask my mom to borrow some.  As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, all her underwear is...sexy.  Oh God, why.  She is now thinner than me, prettier than me, and has sexier underwear than me.  Oh, and the pair I borrowed really doesn't fit right because she's like a size zero.  I hate my life.

No, not really.  My life could be much worse.  But still.  Ugh.

Tags: braces, dragon lady, size zero, underwear

Hairspray was good.  Not as good as I wanted it to be, but still good.  Most of the singing was A+.  Michelle Pheiffer totally rocked every scene she was in.  Christopher Walken: good.  Queen Latifah: good.  Amanda Bynes: surprisingly good.  I was a little worried about her, but it turns out, the girl can actually sing.  I was stunned.  And the kids who played Tina and Seaweed were excellent.  Top notch.

One complaint: John Fucking Travolta.

Oh, John.  To start out with, there was a lot of controversy surrounding his involvement in the movie; several Gay Rights supporters were protesting the casting choice, saying that because John Travolta's a Scientologist, he shouldn't be playing an iconic gay character.  Which I don't agree with - I think that when it comes to roles, the actor's personal beliefs or religions shouldn't affect which parts they play, and that it was ridiculous to go around screening every actors background to see if they're appropriate for a role.  If the actor is a good match for the role, his personal life shouldn't matter.

But instead of making these points, Mister Travolta responded to the complaints by saying that the role wasn't gay, and that there was nothing gay about the movie, so the complaints weren't valid.  Oh, John.  It's a role written by a gay man, played by an iconic drag queen, and originated onstage by a gay actor.  Honey.  It's GAY.  Accept it.

Maybe if you had accepted it, you wouldn't have giving such a GOD FUCKING AWFUL PERFORMANCE.  Seriously.  There was the weird accent that seemed to come and go, the mumbled lines, the odd delivery, and just the general lack of soul.  Instead of playing a part, Travolta was playing a mockery of the part.  It was ridiculous, and very difficult to sit through.  I had to avert my eyes during most of his scenes.

So basically, stunt casting almost ruined my movie.  Of course, my opinion is so biased it's not even funny.  I feel a lot of loyalty for the original production.  For one thing, I live in Seattle where it originally began, and since my step dad works in the theater business we have several friends of the family who were involved in the original production.  Plus, also because my step dad worked on the production, I got comps to see the preview, so I was one of the first people to see it onstage.  It wasn't even the first show: by the time it started running, some of the lines had been changed.  So I have a lot of *~*SPECIAL FEELINGS*~* for the production.

Still, I think we can all agree that John Travolta is a complete asshat who deserves to be shot.  Seriously, has he even made a good movie since Pulp Fiction?

UNRELATED NOTE: I'll be out of town this weekend to visit Bellingham.  I plan to spend most of the trip reading the seventh Harry Potter book.  So just incase one of the, say, two people who occasionally check this journal comments, know that I won't be able to get to you till Monday.

Tags: bellingham, gay, hairspray, special feelings, stunt casting, travolta