Mooch.

Just sayin'.

Teenage boys are probably jealous that they can't grow their face hair like I can grow my armpit hair.

English!

I love my English class. I love my English professor. I love England.

Robin Hood, you KNOW I love you. Robin Hood is also English.
Todaaaay, in claaaass, my professor mentioned the Crusades, and talked about how horrible they were. And ROBIN HOOD was IN the crusades! She didn't mention that, but I know it because I watch a fabricated show that takes many liberties with Robin Hood. And the hit-series of the BBC, never ever lie.

Actually, for real, he really did fight in the Holy Land. I googled it. And google ALSO never lies. (it actually is fairly reliable.)

Uuuh, I have nothing more to say, really. OH OH OH, Robin Hood Series Premiere, BBC AMERICA, THIS SATURDAY!!! YUSSSSSS

Today I had coffee. Today is a much better day for it.
Note to self: mornings are less cranky if you have caffeine.

TBS TBS TBS TBS TBS

Doohoohoo!!!
Last night I went to a Taking Back Sunday/Blink 182 concert. Blink 182 were, as expected, very profane, but it was still fun. The light show was what was most amazing. AND OF COURSE, TAKING BACK SUNDAY was awesome. Here is a sort of crappy picture of the show. Imagine a lot better light show!
(click on pictures to view full size)


Okay, so you can't see it with perfect clarity, BUT that UFO looking thing? THAT IS TRAVIS BARKER PLAYING DRUMS. THAT IS A DRUM SET! His set lifted off the ground, then went to one side, and to another, AND THEN STARTED SPINNING, all while he was playing furiously, with no fault. That was probably the highlight.


Oh hewoh taking back.

I am a George McFly.

"I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection."

I know I a George McFly, however much I wish I were a Eugenides or a Robin Hood. Maybe I have a dash of Robin Hood in me. Maybe a pinch of Zorro, hopefully. I like to think a smidgen of Elizabeth Bennet. I like to think of myself as some sort of Remus Lupin, but I probably fall closer to Neville Longbottom. Not necessarily a bad thing, but probably more accurate, and less exciting. I am probably too much of Emperor Kuzco. He's just there to cover up Neville and George, though. Them and Holly. I am a Holly Golightly. Not the Holly that weaves through her party saying "Dahling" and putting fires out nonchalantly, but the Holly that is going to Brazil, no matter what Fred says. The Holly that calls everyone that's done her wrong Super Rats. I am good at Super Ratting.
I definitely am an Ensign Pulver. Ensign is who stops me from being Napoleon Bonaparte. Not necessarily the power-crazed dictator part. Mostly the brilliant with a ridiculous amount of ambition part. I suppose there are worse things to lack than ambition.

Welllll, those lazy hazy crazy days of suuuummer.

are over. =( Or are soon to be, at least.

Recently I went on a road trip to Oregon, to visit my cousins with my sister and mom. We went to the beach and the dog park, watched lots of Flight of the Conchords, picked lots of blueberries, and ate ridiculously delicious dessert. Here are some pictures of me and my cousin's dog, Charlie.


This is Abigail with Charlie the Poodle, and Penny Sparkles, the Pomeranian.

My cousin Rachel, who is a very impressive person to me. I want her to move here, and be my friend. I yike her.

Charleton (Charlie, Chuck) at the beach.

Oink pt. 2

Pt.2 is really Pt. 758301120938562740938.

today I had a nice juicy burger, heavily spiced fries, a large raspberry shake, a lot of licorice, a partially-hydroginated-oil tamale, a cup of cheerios, a pear, a granola bar, and for breakfast I had Cream of Weber.

Half of that isn't so bad? It's just that I feel bloated and like I can't even suck my stupid stomach in, because I'm so full.

Nnngh.

Sleep costly decisions.

It is now 5:34 am, and I know for certain that I will be woken up early tomorr-uh,today. I am having trouble deciding between just staying up or catching two or so hours of sleep. Which would be more painful? Hmm....hmmmmm....hmmmm....hmmmmmzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Yuss.

I stayed up 37 hours the past two days. For no other reason other than I stayed up being preoccupied with my dream home plans/furniture/etc. and THEN when my mom got up in the morning, we went to Jerimiah's (mmm, yum) and I drank a lot of coffee. So then I tried to stay up all day, (and I did!) but then I wanted to watch TORCHWOOD:CHILDREN OF EARTH!!! buuuut, they played the previous episode, so I watched The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. BUT THEN, when it was time to watch Torchwood, my mom was still watching something, AND THEN the one at 11:30 was the previous episode AGAIN. SO I stayed up and watched the one at 12:30, but then at 1:30 was the bonus behind the scenes. soooo. the end. I will probably be up late again tonight. but i set my alarm clock to at least 9:30, and I'll try to go to bed after Torchwood comes on...at 2 am again. >_> wutev.

PICTURE TIME.

There must be a devil at the BEE BEE SEE!

(just look in these western eeeeeeyes.)

Okay, enough singing. BUT, this DOES have to do with BBC! How do I love BBC (America), let me count the ways...

ONE: Doctor Who
TWO: Torchwood
THREE: ROBIN HOOD!!
FOUR: uh...those ads for BBC America news, where they show Obama. I love that man.
FIVE!: hmm, uh. OH OH! Being Human looks pretty good.
SIX:....accents?
SEVEN:..........okay, so let's just say quality over quantity as far as this list goes.

I just got done watching the first episode in the five part series of Torchwood: Children of Earth. I can't wait until tomorrow.