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Step 1: Put your MP3 player or whatever music player you have on random.
Step 2: Post a line/stanza from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.
Step 4: Bold the songs when someone guesses correctly.

( So, guess which band I really like! :D; )

Okay, so apparently Disney bought Marvel comics. While I am currently too lazy and busy to actually look up the details (that will come later tonight or tomorrow, most likely), I do have a quick first blush comment for all the doomsayers that I'm sure are out there.

( Cut for those of you who aren't automatically going, 'omg, Disney, ew.' Which is probably most of the people on my flist, but still. )

There are a few feral cats lurking around my apartment. No big deal, there are a ton scattered across UGA. Only this time, the kitty's right outside my building. And every so often, it starts yowling and hissing and making all kinds of racket. So goody for me, I get to enjoy the marvelous sounds of a cat in heat! And it's the night before my last test for my Maymester class! Hooray!

...Spay and neuter, people. Thank you.

Well, my hard drive effectively committed suicide last week. There goes all my stuff. I mean, I didn't lose anything more vital than several Word documents and some image downloads, but still...

Well, lesson learned, I guess. I bought an external hard drive while I was getting my laptop fixes at the Apple store tonight (thank you, free tech support that hadn't quite run out!) Yeah, I'll be using that baby a lot from now on... (Wish it came with a different color sleeve/shock-resistant bumper thing than orange, but I don't feel like shelling out more money to buy a different one.)

So it snowed yesterday. Big, wet, fluffy flakes of it, perfect for snowballs. And it stuck. That meant class was canceled yesterday. Glee!

...And then I tried calling for Chinese. Nobody picked up. Same with the other main Chinese place around here. And the local pizza place, too.

Has Athens really shut down because of a few inches of snow and ice? Seriously? Okay, the snow day's not fun anymore.

Stolen from doubtinsalmon42, who stole it from xcynix357 on Deviant Art

Rules of the game:

- Choose a singer/band/group
- Answer using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group
- Tag 6 more people (let them know they've been tagged)

I'm going with Nightwish. They have a lot of songs to choose from. XD

1. Are you male or female?
"Eva"

2. Describe yourself.
"Ever Dream"

3. What do people feel when they're around you?
"Higher than Hope"

4. How would you describe your previous relationship?
"Bye Bye Beautiful"

5. Describe your current relationship.
"Astral Romance"

6. Where would you want to be now?
"A Return to the Sea"

7. How do you feel about love?
"Meadows of Heaven"

8. What's your life like?
"Stargazers"

9. What would you ask for if you had only one wish?
"Elvenpath"

10. Say something wise.
"I Know Why the Nightingale Sings"

You know those ads you see in Reader's Digest or the paper, selling "rare" coins or "precious" jewelry for fantastic prices? Well, in today's paper, there was an ad for "raw" emerald jewelry that looked more like something you'd get from your 11-year-old cousin's rock tumbler than anything in a reputable store. And there was the usual pitch about how emeralds are so valuable and precious and have been ever since Cleopatra's time, etc.

Well, someone apparently slept through their history class, because the pitch went on to say that Cleopatra "may have dropped her pearls into her wine for Mark Anthony, but she kept her emeralds for herself!"

Am I missing some modern translation for good old Marc Antony? Wikipedia says that his first name can be spelled with a "k," but I've never seen an "h" in his last name in a reputable source. Or am I free to enjoy my snickering at a clumsy attempt to sell such "precious" jewelry for a low, low price?

(Okay, so the singer spells his name "Marc," too. Thank you, Google. But you get what I'm saying, right?)

I've cooled off since this happened, but I only just now have a chance to write about it, so here goes.

This Monday, we had a fire drill in my dorm. Since I was at anime club, I missed it and thus didn't have to deal with shrill sirens and mobs of annoyed students milling toward the doors. Huzzah!

The next morning, around 7:45, the fire alarm went off again for about thirty seconds before shutting off. After we poked our heads out the doors, we all shrugged and went back to sleep, grumbling and cranky.

Last night, at 12:30, the fire alarm went off AGAIN. This time, it didn't stop after a few seconds. And so we all had to get out of bed and trudge outside, grumbling, cranky, and homicidal, and stand out in the cold in our pajamas. I was lucky and was wearing fleece pants, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. My roommate had the sense to put on a flannel shirt over her t-shirt and swap out her shorts for pants before leaving. One poor girl we ended up standing next to wasn't wearing much more than a short terrycloth bathrobe.

Did I mention it was raining?

I still don't know what caused the alarm to go off. A fire truck came by and a couple of firemen went in to check the building for people staying inside and whatnot, so it probably wasn't just a fluke in the system.

Ladies and gentlemen, let this be a lesson to you: do not light candles or smoke or play with fire in your dorm building. Because then the fire alarm will go off, and you will have a horde of people who would very much like to kill you.

Well, it's 12:18 AM, Eastern Standard Time, meaning that it is now officially Christmas Day. Hope you've all been good this year, and may God bless you on this most joyous occasion.

Merry Christmas!

The issue of salvaging my GPA is going to keep me from participating, but for those of you who are going to try, I wish you all the best of luck.

Just don't forget to eat. And bathe. And study, if you're a student. And... *rambles on*

Well, I got my reply from the people at Disney. Thin envelope, standard polite form letter. Bottom line, I didn't make the cut. Guess I won't be working at Disney World after all.

Oh well. At least I won't have to worry about the consequences of taking a semester off...

...Because it's better to ramble about three different things than two.

Well, this week's been a bit of a bust for my weight training class. First the water main broke, which led to the Ramsey Center (UGA's big ol' gym and indoor sports facility for you non-dawgs) being closed... which I found out AFTER I made the trek out there. Oops. And today, our instructor had a scheduling conflict, so class consisted of signing in and being turned loose.

And, since I am lame and cannot come up with something to write about on my own... Give me a fandom, characters, and a theme. I'll see what I can come up with.

Finally, Disney has this spiffy college program where students take a semester off and go work at one of the parks for that time. They live in nearby apartments, rent is taken out of their paychecks, and they get to socialize, take some classes for credit, and network with Disney employees. In a few weeks, I'm going to get a letter letting me know if I've been offered a job there or not. Assuming I do get in, think I should do it?

So, while everyone else is lamenting the end of Harry Potter, mourning the deaths of beloved characters, posting their reviews of the book... I have severely cracked-out dreams.

( Here thar be... no spoilers, actually. )

That's about it, Harry-wise. There's some sort of frame story to this, where I'm on the computer late at night and hoping Mom doesn't wake up and notice that I'm out of bed. Dreams reflecting reality, eh? ;)

Greetings from Alicante, Spain!

Okay, so I only have like, five minutes left on my clock at this Internet cafe, so I´ll have to be brief. I miss you guys, and man, have these past few days been stressful... But now there´s that beautiful water, so I´ll live.

I´ve been keeping a journal of what´s been going on, so once I get home, I´ll post records of each day or so, so you can laugh at my misery. :D

See (or just talk with) y´all soon!

My friend Jess and I have been watching an FMA marathon all day today. During episode 27, "Teacher," I found something worth notice. The text in books has always been a little odd, but during the flashback, when Ed finds his father's notes about human transmutation in a book, pause the DVD and pay close attention to the actual text on the left side of the page.

To quote a very brief sample, "Review: Alchemy and Herbalists is a full-color 96-page perfect bound d20 sourcebook for DMs and players alike."

Look it up for yourself, the text goes on for much longer than just that. There isn't much more worth saying in this post, other than the fact that the RPG geek in me is squealing her little head off right now. :D Funny what you notice at random, isn't it?

Okay. So, my anime club is making plans to go to Animazement at the end of May. We'll all meet up and have a roadtrip up there, stay in a hotel room where everyone is guaranteed to get a spot on a bed, and a jolly good time will be had by all. Sounds fun, right?

Wrong! Because my mother, as much as I love her dearly, chooses right when I'm in the middle of a meeting to call me up and ask me what dates the con is being held. Then she informs me, "that's when your sister's high school graduation is. Guess which one you're going to attend."

Don't get me wrong. I love my family, and my sister (somewhat reluctantly), and I know that this event trumps my plans. But when an otaku's dream of her first ever out-of-state, road-tripping, official-anime-club-group con is dashed within ten seconds AND she's out thirty-six bucks because skipping out on paying means screwing over the rest of the group over the shared hotel room costs, she's bound to get cranky.

And I have a test and a term paper due tomorrow, followed by finals. Maybe I should just throw myself out the fifth floor window of the library.

Okay, I'm not really going to do something that incredibly stupid. I'll be fine, really. I'm just really stressed and frustrated right now, and I feel like screaming and beating the stuffing out of my pillow, but I'm in the dorms still and can't. Just give me a few days and some serious chocolate therapy, and I'll be fine. Promise.