AWA starts in 10 hours, and I'm really excited about the group cosplay that I'm doing with a few of my friends. I finally have a airship crew for the HMS Belladonna, and I've got an even better cosplay. I can't wait to show it off in front all those douche canoes that I went with last year.
- Mood:
excited
Tomorrow (or four hours from now), I'll officially be leaving childhood behind. Turning 20 isn't really a momentous occasion in my book, but my roommate is determined to make it so. I'm waiting in the wings for the epic fail as we speak. I feel it's really a shame, being one of the youngest in my circle of friends, and yet I'm more responsible than all of them combined. Tomorrow will be yet another day to wake up, take my series of meds, go to class, go to work, come home and do little or nothing. I'm not sure how to build up any excitement for something that really doesn't matter to me.
Another year, another increase in digits, and I still feel as unhappy as ever. God, am I rife with self pity or what?
Another year, another increase in digits, and I still feel as unhappy as ever. God, am I rife with self pity or what?
- Mood:
cynical - Music:From Yesterday - 30 Seconds to Mars
I officially leave the nation's capital in 9 hours. Until then, I'll sulk about not being able to sleep and the odd smell in this hotel room. I love this diversity conference, but they keep picking the weirdest hotels for accommodation. Oh well, I haven't had to pay for anything besides the Ethiopian food I had two nights ago. As soon as get back to good old hot, nasty, and boring Georgia, I'll complain about how much better D.C. was and beg to go back.
The sun is peaking through the window now, so I should at least pretend to sleep for an hour or two.
The sun is peaking through the window now, so I should at least pretend to sleep for an hour or two.
- Mood:
drained
I saw 17 Again today, and I hate admit that I've joined the Zach Efron bandwagon. I'm not sure what it is, but now I find him absolutely adorable. I'm glad that he's gotten away from the massive fail that is High School Musical because I wouldn't be able to explain away my attraction otherwise. I can only hope that he's able to get better roles in the future because I think that he is pretty talented.
The movie itself was pretty good, but I spent most of it giggling and commenting on some of the fashion choices made. I could have paid more attention to the actual plot, but Michelle Trachtenburg's boots in this one scene were too fierce to ignore. Fail on my part, but I have more opportunities to see it again.
The movie itself was pretty good, but I spent most of it giggling and commenting on some of the fashion choices made. I could have paid more attention to the actual plot, but Michelle Trachtenburg's boots in this one scene were too fierce to ignore. Fail on my part, but I have more opportunities to see it again.
- Location:The Lair
- Mood:
amused - Music:ABBA - The Name of the Game
My grandfather didn't die like we thought he might. I feel like such a horrible person for thinking it, but he puts all of us through so much hell. I missed the No Doubt concert because we thought he might be nearing the end, and instead he decided to be a dick as per usual. I really don't even know why we try.
I'm gonna go sulk about and rant like an 16 year old emo kid who didn't get their iPod now.
I'm gonna go sulk about and rant like an 16 year old emo kid who didn't get their iPod now.
- Location:Jacksonville, FL
- Mood:
annoyed
I saw the new Terminator movie. Loved Anton Yelchin the entire time (one-handed shotgun cocking is EPIC SEXY), but I don't know my real opinion on the movie. I spent way too much time either drooling over the sexy or inserted comments that reference the Bale Out fiasco. I didn't really like Senior in this one, and it seems as though he's always using the Batman voice. If anything, this was a win for Anton, but everything else failed. I'll probably see it again when the bf gets back, but I wouldn't pay to see it. If I really want to see more of Anton, I'll just rent Charlie Bartlett and get a dose of RDJ.
- Location:The Lair
- Mood:
groggy - Music:Gem is Truly Outrageous
I want us all to be friends. Instead we're like some horrible soap opera that keeps on replaying the same dramatic bullshit over and over again. I can't say that I want to be friends with everyone that has formed crew. In fact, I'd prefer two people to go fall off a steep cliff. But for the sake of fake harmony, I have sat in silence, and I tire of it. I just want it all to stop. Let's stop fooling ourselves.

