Hey, gang. I'm heading out to Minnesota tomorrow until the 16th, and hopefully there will be grand shenanigans I can tell you all about! Internet will probably be sparse, though, so this journal will...continue to be quiet. Hee. But this time the quiet streak may actually have a conceivable end, because I will have something I can talk about! And I make no promises for how interesting any of it will be, but I don't know, maybe we'll catch a wild zombie deer or something, and you can hear a riotous tale of crazed undead wildlife vs. one teenaged girl with no fighting muscles to speak of and assorted family members. (Shush. It could happen.)

And, just possibly, there might even be pictures. I know the ones from last year still, uh, have yet to show up, but MAYBE I WILL SURPRISE YOU. I mean, what kind of vacation documentarist would I be if I had no pictures of the zombie deer?

As it were. Have yourself a cookie. Or slashfic. Whichever you are inclined towards at the moment.

I saw RENT two days ago. And it. Was awesome. After the show at autograph signings I got Anthony Rapp to spin my class ring - FR has this thing where you need to find 110 people to spin your ring or else you become a nun - and basically it went like this:

AR: *signs Kyrie's program and starts moving on to other people*
Kyrie: asdfjkl;;; WAIT. Can you spin my ring, please?
AR: Sign your ring?
Kyrie: HEE. No, spin it - my school has this thing where we have to find people to spin it 110 times or else we all become nuns.
AR: Aha. This happened the other night. O.o *spins*

Which was a reference to jagalskarmusik getting hers spun at an earlier showing. I was highly amused by it all. (Apparently he told her that an easier way to not become a nun would be to just take off our clothes with someone. I received no such advice. I feel cheated. Except not really because Anthony Rapp spun my ring and seriously, what else can you ask for at a RENT showing?)

Y' know, one of my favorite things about RENT is that it's been running for so long. Those roles are decades old and getting to act in them so many times over just seems so...excellent. Like even as you go on to do other things, there's always this character you get to slip back into when the opportunity shows up. AR and AP so obviously love playing Mark and Roger.

It's just kinda cool.

Plus, you know, every single song is pretty bitchin'. Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe / Sunny Santa Fe would be nice~

In other news, I have somehow managed to turn my livejournal Spanish. As in, posts and all show up in English so it's not a huge problem, but things like 'leave a comment' and 'default userpic' and every label for every text box on the entry-writing page is in Spanish. It's not an LJ thing I somehow managed; it's something I accomplished through being technoamish with Safari. I assume other websites are affected, but the only one where it's showing up constantly is LJ for probably coding reasons that I am, as previously stated, too technoamish to understand. And I have no idea how to change anything back.

I had something else interesting and relevant to say but I have no recollection of what it was. As you were.

Witness the conversation I had with my mother recently:

Her: "What's a Fruity Oaty Bite?"
Me: "...What?"
Her: "Well, there's this cereal we have called Oaty Bites, and for some reason I keep thinking of Fruity Oaty Bites and I DON'T KNOW WHY."
Me: "First of all, that is from Serenity, and second of all, they are called Fruity Oaty Bars."
Her: "Ah. That explains it, then."

A couple of days ago I also had to explain what "HAN SHOT FIRST" means to her. This is what happens when a fairly normal, sane parent has a sci-fi geek for a child, folks.

In other news, you may have noticed that I have been rather absent from actual postage recently. I'm not actually sure how I managed this; I think it is owed to how I recently have just no wish to do anything. By which I mean that all I want to do is be boring and NAP. Except I really hate napping. So instead my days are sort of a blur of generally average tinted with complete and utter TERROR for the future because, you see, I am a dramatic high schooler and I realized that my senior year starts in just about two and a half months. Senior! Year! After which comes that ambiguous yet vastly important thing known as college! Which can basically also be known as Intro to Adulthood! And! And! I can't even take it! I can't stop thinking about it or complaining about it or ending all my sentences in exclamation marks when I do either of those things!

( The rest of this gets to live under a cut tag because I babble on and on and will be merciful to your flists today )

Now that we're finished with that, ( here. Have an even longer stream-of-consciousness ramble on junior year ending. )

Yeah, so. I think that should be all in those areas. I did not actually realize I had so much to say until I started typing.

…Wait, no, hold on a second. I would like to say one other thing this year has taught me:
If I hear one more person singing about how they’re jizzing in their pants like a boss on a boat, I will, in fact, become a hermit and communicate only with other hermits who understand my pain.

Okay, that is all.

Took the SAT on Saturday. I am really, really woeful about my essay, since I had to stop midsentence and didn't get much further than the first page - I don't essay well at all when I only have twenty-five minutes for it, woe - but the rest went fairly okay apart from the hard math stuff. I have hope yet, and I may retake it. The ACT is coming up soon as well and I'm trying not to tremble in fear. Too many tests too much future at once omg.

When it was over, the guy sitting next to me high-fived me. Hee.

( the meme where you answer but the questions aren't actually part of it )

And, last but definitely not least, I would like to thank the mysterious anonymouses who gifted me these:






♥♥♥ to you guys. *g*

Last day of classes today. Rest of the week is finals, and then there are a couple of days of end-o'-school fun. And then we're out.

You know, I have been stressed and twitchy and dragging myself about with a general the end is niiiigh sensation clouding and festering in the back of my head. I don't actually notice any of that when I'm actively doing stuff, homework or emailing or anything like that, but when there's a moment of not-doing-anythingness, I feel achy and nervous about the future and all that whatnot. All the things I feel like bitching and moaning about bubble up in my head. I don't want seniors to go, I don't want to deal with applying to college, I don't want to do finals or the SAT this weekend, I don't want to miss everybody from high school or junior high now that I don't have daily life to distract me from that missing-people-ness.

But you know what?

It's not all bad. I have an A in Middle Eastern History. I don't know what my grades in Brit Lit or AP Sex are, but I've got a good feeling about them. I have characters stirring in my brain, blearily waking up from the long slumber they always go into in spring and then come out of right when the hot part of June hits. Sr. O' Dea said it was a privilege to teach us during class.

No, it's not all bad. There's assorted crap to get through, but there's always something to get through. There's sadness, stress, but also the shiny chocolate-chip-cookie taste of hope. And that's just about the sappiest thing I've written in awhile, but you know what? It feels damn nice. It doesn't make the assorted crap go away, but it's damn nice. I'm liking it.

...

Now I want a real chocolate chip cookie.

We might be out, though.

*arranges for a real cookiehunt before diving into Epic Study Night*

Part 2. Part 3 will contain the meme with the Sooper Sekrit Questions - it is delayed from here because it's taking A REALLY LONG TIME TO DO. I'll get these up and posted just to ease your breathless anticipation while finishing that one.

( Which fandom is... )

( the meme where you list all your 'ships and anti-'ships and whatnot and it's supposed to ~reveal~ something )

I've gone back to the splashy colorful layout. It missed me and I missed it and we decided to get together for cookies like good old times and now it's back in action. *sage nod*

This aside, guess what happened Thursday?

Do tell, Kyrie.

Why, the Senior Prank of 2009. Obviously.

My reaction amounted

a) I go to the best school ever
and
b) Our senior class is wonderfully psychotic for putting the level of effort they did into this

( pictures! )

Other than this, my life has been homework. Seriously, the majority of the long weekend was sacrificed for the tireless toil of junior year, to the point where on Monday, my mother said, "dear GOD child what have you done to yourself" and made me leave the house to do errands with her. This somehow led to seeing The Brothers Bloom, which: good movie. Don't understand why the main character's first name seemed to be Bloom as well, though. Was his full name actually Bloom Bloom, or did he have a mysterious first name that no one ever used because it was so horrendous, or what?

Also: Bang Bang is one of my new favorite characters of all time. \o/

As for now, I meme.

( character!meme )

( movie meme )

More of the memeage to come soon. Right now, my creaky hands need a moment out. *old person in teenage body*

WHY HELLO THERE.

It has been insane busycakes around here, man. Every year May is such a swamped month for me. Every. Year. My brain is running on backup fuel. It is a highly aggravating thing. So! Onto the update.

Prom was last weekend. It was good. A very quiet dance-play-cards-drink-fizzy-red-drinks affair. ( Obligatory picture )

So that was very cool. And then Monday's TSCC came. And...damn. ( Further thoughts. )

Sigh. Oh, show.

After that came an epic week of schoolwork, including -- well, you know that fetal pig? The one we're dissecting in Biology? Yeah, had to do the brain on Wednesday. Let me tell you: dissecting a brain is very, very difficult. Chipping away the covering over the brain is very, very difficult. Not stabbing the brain with your scalpel is very, very difficult. Being caught between hysteria of either the laughter or shrieking kind when your scalpel ends up covered in chunks of brain matter is very, very difficult. All in all, I am glad the damn thing is almost over. I just wonder what we're even going to do with the pigs once it's all finished. Is there a little pig graveyard somewhere? Do we attach them to strings and make them do the macarena? What? What?

And then today was ring ceremony. Man. I have all kinds of thoughts about seniors leaving and how junior year was and whatnot, and that'll all come on the last day of school, as the post of its kind for sophomore year did last year, but for now I just wanna say gah. I am constantly knocked over by how proud I am of nearly everyone I know here and elsewhere and gah. It's kinda really inspiring.

The actual ceremony was decent. Nothing too traumatic happened (my stomach was in knots. It's one of those things where it's difficult to explain why it's in knots unless you are also an FR junior and therefore understand because your stomach is in knots too) and Adriana played pretty piano music at the beginning and all was chill. Not a bad way to spend the end of the school day.

So yes, all in all it's been insane busycakes. Went to prom, moped over show, did battle with pig brain, wore a shiny ring. Tonight: saw play about crazy people. It was dandy times. I am proud of everyone involved with drama and grateful to everyone who goes, 'cause seriously, even if I haven't participated in that many shows, the drama department is just...really special to me. I dunno. It's just one of those things.

Now, though: I write. And maybe clean. Or actually go to bed before midnight (wise advice, grammarshark). But mostly write.

Oh, and by the way? Castle gets to stick around, too. NATHAN FILLION WILL FIGHT CRIME AND BE A SEXY, SNARKY BASTARD ONCE AGAIN THIS FALL.

It is a fabulous day for TV. I just need TSCC and all will be well. I mean, I'd love for The Unusuals to stay also, because Amber Tamblyn is pure awesome and one of my favorite actresses ever, but...TSCC is TSCC, man. I am thrilled about DH and Castle, but the Little Robot Apocalypse Fighters That Could is my show. It's been a crazy-awesome ride as it is but there's obviously so much more ground to cover, and it is some damn fine ground.

Here's hoping. *crosses fingers even more tightly*

Well, well, well.

Against all odds, expectations, predictions, and suspicions, Dollhouse has been renewed.

I am delighted, really. This season had a lot of bumps and problems, but I feel like Joss is actually going to get to do what he really intended to in the first place now. Remember when the original pilot script was floating around, and everyone was talking about how THAT was the show we were supposed to see? I think we have a good chance of finally getting to watch it. Cool beans.

Now TSCC just has to make it through the gate. I know the chances are highly, highly unlikely, especially since this is surprise enough, but...okay, I am saving any thoughts on this for Monday, when the Big News actually arrives. In the meantime, I'm keeping my fingers crossed. Let's all hope that Thomas Dekker being hilarious is what saves us. Because really, in that video, he is

a) very, very tired
b) very, very high
c) just that strange and magical in real life
d) all of the above

and if no one at FOX is thoroughly charmed by the resulting awesome, well, I am saving any thoughts on this for Monday.

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Now. Here's the story of how I'm cool: remember my Persuasion essay where I had to write something substantial about Anne Elliot, who I passionately hate because she is THE DEVIL not the devil, because that would make her at least slightly interesting and possessing more than a teaspoon of agency? And how I had so much trouble writing said essay, and neither Sr. O' Dea nor myself was all that impressed with my writing? I got an A- on the final essay I turned in. And Sr. O' Dea left all manner of comments about how it was much better than my prior attempts. OH YEAH. I'm cool. Now I just have to make sure I don't screw up the term paper too badly and English is all good. Must make sure other five subjects aren't failed too badly as well.

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Moo.

Feed me biscuits?

Whoo! Been a busy couple of days around here. Yesterday was Star Trek, which was amazing and fabulous and shiny like a present in wrapping paper. I have never watched any of the original, but damn, I might have to. I mean, Spock not being Zachary Quinto could take away a bit, but if it's half as fun I might be very fond of such a thing.

Today was marshroume's birthday and there was much amusement, along with bubble tea. I am not particularly fond of actually drinking bubble tea because I find it a bit too sweet, but it is a very pretty drink. And it's called "bubble tea." Hee.

Also just got caught up on Dollhouse. All I can say is ( WHAT. )

So. Yes. Now, there will be homework procrastinating, and possibly visiting a play later.

Oof. What have you all been up to today?

So once upon a time, I had this History paper. And I waffled over it and procrastinated and fidgeted about what I was going to write exactly. And eventually, today came, and I muttered, "holy shit this is due on Thursday, isn't it" and sat down sullenly to write this paper.

And I waffled a bit some more.

And then I start writing.

And then I COULD NOT STOP. It was a magical thing, because I typed and typed and typed for four hours not because it is due in two days, but because I did not want to stop writing. I haven't loved writing a paper this much in what, two years? This thing might get a terrible grade because I overcite in some places and undercite in others and it veers between too many facts and too much sloppy passion, and I would not CARE AT ALL.

Okay, I would care a little, because that is not a happy thing for my grade, but I would still freaking love this paper.

And hey, if I am underestimating the correlation between how awesome I feel about the paper and how well-written it actually is, and it does get a good grade? THAT WOULD BE COOL TOO.

I am delighted. I am jubilant. I don't even care about my terrible English essay, because the one for History is kickass and THIS IS GLORIOUS.

IT IS MAKING ME TYPE IN ALLCAPS OF WIN. ESSAYS DO NOT DO THIS FOR ME THAT TERRIBLY OFTEN.

\o/

1. Yesterday I went to The Rescue with grammarshark and it was SO. AWESOME. We didn't get to stay for the entire thing, but I was seriously seriously blown backward at how amazing it was nonetheless. I have never actually really been involved with a cause for anything before and it was seriously exhilarating to be a part of it. I am so damn proud of everyone involved, even if I didn't actually get to know anybody new. Seriously. So much good. ♥

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go now from this livejournal! Go to the Invisible Children website and educate yourself! It shall be worth your while on many levels and all kinds of potential to do something wonderful will arise! GO I SAY. Pretty please. *bats eyelashes*

Incidentally, grammarshark kindly gave me tangerines, and I am munching one right now. *nibbles* THANK YOU SHARKY.

2. And after that we went to the FR production of A Midsummer Night's Dream. I tell you, I am so damn proud of everyone involved with that, too. They are all so talented and funny and will do great things, and damnit now I want to act. I DON'T ACT. See, this is what my school does to me. It sucks me in.

3. ( I watched the BSG miniseries for the first time ever last week )

4. On that robotty note, ( random musings on T4 and John Connor. )

So, yes. That is my life recently. Rallies and plays and shows about robots. What have you been up to?

So this is sort of one of those 'you had to be there' stories, but I still feel it deserves some kind of recognition. As such, I present to you:

Today's Example of How Kyrie Is Probably A Cartoon Character

SCENE: It is BEFORE CLASS. KYRIE, VIC, ELLEN, COLLEEN, and JULIE are in the HISTORY ROOM hanging around. KYRIE notices that HER LAPTOP'S HARD DRIVE DOOR is BEING A WHORE and falling out again, so she gets up to retrieve tape for it.

KYRIE gets up, and intends to walk past the chair VIC is sitting in to get to where the tape is, but somehow manages to TRIP ON THE CHAIR LEG and FALL INTO THE CHAIR BEHIND VIC.

EVERYONE ELSE IN ROOM: O______o

KYRIE: *laughing too hard to get up*

Seriously, guys. After I managed to get up and stagger towards the tape, still laughing, Ellen came over and put her hands on my shoulders and said very slowly and gently, "Kyrie. Are you okay?"

My fail is both strange and epic.

It was being about new to LJ.

I can feel the shock and awe pumping through your veins. OH YES.

This was my default icon at the time. Also, if memory serves, the song I was listening to was When the Lights Go Out by the Black Keys.

Yeah, I got nothing else tonight. How are your lives, people?

'K. So. Amazon?

NOT COOL.

SERIOUSLY, NOT COOL ON SO MANY LEVELS.

I'm trying to find any updated news on whether they've fixed the "glitch" yet/performed some kind of substantial damage control/done something about all the epic fail. Any of you guys know anything yet?


ETA: Also, a reminder to myself:

Do NOT read the comments on articles about this.
Do NOT read the comments on articles about this.
Do NOT read the comments on articles about this, because they will be full of idiot asshats who clearly do not understand how the Amazon search engine works, since they happen to feel that the ranking "has nothing to do with being able to find the book" and "if you search the title it will be there" and "people are just looking for something to complain about," and anyway: haven't you heard that homosexuality is a sickness, so "such a small minority" shouldn't be whining and insisting that "their rights are more important than the heterosexuals."

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Excuse me while I go invite people to the AmazonRank group on Facebook. Because SERIOUSLY.

TSCC is starting. The previouslies are on.

I think I'm gonna die.

( Oh, *show* )

On another note, it is thirty minutes into Dollhouse and I'm not even sure what's going on, but I love Echo figuring out that Topher can change people. And I am still waiting in delight for that "I can't find a spy in my pajamas" line.

1. Am currently on college visits. It goes fairly awesome; I thought I'd be nervous about the interviews with admissions counselors, but I'm strangely...not. I've been to PLU and Linfield; Lewis and Clark is tomorrow.

2. So, you know TSCC? More formally known as Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles? That little robot show about John Connor, savior of humanity, who is protected by (and occasionally from) Cameron, his eerie yet lovable mechanical bodyguard whose appearance is based off of Allison Young, a girl who will fight alongside John in the future war against evil robots?

The other night I had a dream about Allison Young, savior of humanity, who is protected by (and occasionally from) Cameron, her eerie yet lovable mechanical bodyguard whose appearance is based off of John Connor, a boy who will fight alongside Allison in the future war against evil robots.

The show, of course, is abbreviated TCYC, which obviously stands for Terminator: The Claire Young Chronicles.

I don't even know what's up with my brain, guys.

3. Oh my God I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate prom. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE IT. I'm still going, but dress shopping was hell today.

4. SOMETHING LOUD AND SCARY JUST THUMPED ONTO THE FLOOR OF THE HOTEL ROOM ABOVE US.

Ohmygod, it's a body, isn't it? It's totally a body. I've seen Veronica Mars; they can't fool me.

Kyrie: A BODY JUST THUMPED ONTO THE FLOOR OF THE HOTEL ROOM ABOVE US.
Mom: And now they're trying to roll it up in the carpet, but they don't realized the carpet is glued to the floor.

*glares at the ceiling in fear*


ETA: Ooh, wait, look at this:

Mom: *drops remote on floor* Oops, I just did the same thing to the people below us.
Kyrie: Look what you've done. We're gonna get arrested for murder.
Mom: Eh.

I find her apathy to our imminent incarceration very disconcerting.

OH

MY

WORD.

I am very, very excited by the casting spoiler for Doctor Who.

Very.
Very.
Very.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

*FLAILING FLAILS*