Colin

So yeah.  I'm moving ye olde blog to LJ.  *dies of shock* :P

I don't know how long it'll last, but I am a sucker for Internet peer pressure, so we shall see.  I'm afraid my bitchy non-PC rants and general distaste for the world will get me in trouble with a 'larger' audience over here (as it always has before, hence my long-term affinity for private journals), but who cares.  If ya don't like it, don't read it.  Anyhow, I'm lolab (I hate how nothing is capitalized; it's supposed to be LolaB, my nom de plume), so friend me and then I will kindly friend you back, if you are not a weirdo.

Sub-subject line would have been: "from amelie to the sacred feminine and the psycho in between..."

(What is my thing for not capitalizing subject lines?  I should psychoanalyze that.  Except not.)

Incidentally, how the hell do I change my headline?  Obviously I am not "only here to lurk" anymore.

Yeah.  So last weekend we rented "He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not" (or, because I am an intellectual whore, "À la folie... pas du tout," which does not translate remotely close to the English title - *sticks nose in air and storms off*), because Audrey is freaking adorable and makes us squee beyond measure.

Anyhoo, we were under the very distinct impression that it was a romantic comedy.

This was not so.

Finally got around to watching it last night: folks, this film is neither romantic nor comedic.  If you want a really artistically well-done foreign film (which I always enjoy, being a film student), SEE IT.  If you like squealing over Audrey Tautou, DO NOT SEE IT.  She scares me now.

But only partially, because she says things that make me love her, like, "I wouldn't mind being in an American film for a laugh, but I certainly don't want to be in Thingy Blah Blah 3, if you know what I mean."

How dare she presume to diss Thingy Blah Blah 1 and 2.  As a proud American, I am insulted.

(This is where you all die of laughter, not because of my Thingy joke but because I said I was a proud American.  LOLZ OMG.  Me a proud American.  That is so teh funny shizznit.)

Me during the movie: "See, this is why you can never cheat on me.  I would turn into this."

Speaking of, when I came home from class yesterday she gave me a present: a Scrat mini-poster (ICE AGE 2 EEEEEEEEEEEEEE SCRAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and a fucking AWESOME Underworld: Evolution poster.  Two of them, actually.  One for each of us.  She bitched about how they cost her $7.  I kissed her lots.

(My inconsistency with using/not using quotes when writing out movie titles bothers me.)

Somewhere along a related tangent, I have the greatest mother-in-law in the universe.  Sharon is actually thinking of *GIVING US THE HOUSE* when we are ready to have a house a few years from now, assuming we can take over the mortgage payments.  Do you know how FUCKING AWESOME that is??  I love Keri's house and neighborhood so much; there's nowhere else in the area I'd rather live.  We have big plans already; her room is going to be painted blue and turned into a yoga room, and we're going to have all these awesome framed movie posters around the house and whatnot, in addition to framed prints of our own respective photography.  Everyone will have to visit - after attending the Goblet of Fire wedding, of course. ;)

I am way excited.  A hearty non-Audrey-inspired SQUEE is in order, I think.

And GO ME for sleeping last night.  I'm impressed.

Oh dear GOD, should I even mention it lest I jinx it?  I have become so addicted to the Harry Potter game it's not even funny.  I played six hours of it in a 14-hour period a couple days ago.  a) I suck at flying.  b) Now I'm at this level where Snape just sent me to the dungeons to get ingredients and I CAN'T DO ANYTHING.  I'm supposed to be able to do stuff but I think I'm trapped in this room/cave where there's nothing to do.  I am exceedingly frustrated and I may be pulling out my hair at some point soon if I do not figure it out.

Keri is possibly coming up here during my two-hour break today (this and next week's schedules are so nuts) to, uh, play with me.  Her: "Is the parking deck crowded these days?"  Me: "Uh, yeah..."  Her: *lewd grin* "Even the top floor?"  Me: *lg* "Probably not..."

Heh.

Back in the Writing Center as of this morning... WE HAVE DOUGHNUTS OMG.  I ate a chocolate-covered cream-filled one because I am horny.  And Karen is talking about porn - actually, now EVERYONE is talking about porn, including the people with PhD's.  I've forgotten how much I love working here.

Speaking of things like doughnuts, the area outside the Admissions Hall this morning smelled like French toast sticks.  I was filled with joy, then became depressed, because there is no place anywhere near campus at which to acquire French toast sticks.

Karen Quote of the Day: "Masturbation is better than feet."

(Me: "Can I quote that on my  journal?" Karen: "Especially if you've got feet like mine...")