Another couple of hours beating the shit out of props with a sledgehammer, and then I came back to the room to discover Kay's ex-boyfriend/best friend might not have leukemia, it's probably Werner's syndrome.

Werner's. Syndrome.

AKA late-onset progeria.

Holy fucking shit.

And - Kay is both laughing and crying when she tells me this - the only reason the doctors don't think he has it is because he's too handsome.

Seriously. One of the diagnostic criterion for Werner's syndrome is ugliness.

I guess that's kind of a morale booster?

So he's getting just-in-case leukemia medication as well as a DNA test, and Kay is freaking out even more because at least leukemia is kind of treatable, and I'm a bad roommate because I went home to shop (for a christmas present for her), and I have a dance audition in eight hours.

Life. It's crazy.

( Do you have time to go to the office tonight )

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At 6:00 today, I was in the parking lot outside of my dorm annoyed that I had to go to stupid, stupid scene shop.

At 6:30, I was outside with four other kids, sledgehammer in hand, wailing away at a pile of broken prop doors and tables.

For two hours.

It was fucking amazing.

Then I came back and went out with Kay and Kelly and Kelly's boyfriend Billy and we had tacos and watched The Birdcage and it was awesome.

I'm too happy to sleep.

Wow, I'm manic today. Well, not exactly manic, just...hopped up. My brain is on and active. Not racing, but at least bouncing up and down impatiently at the starting line. I was on enough to actually put an outfit together this morning, and to get down to breakfast before the hot buffet closed, and to get into a hilarious "fight" with my acting teacher. This department is so freaking weird. I can actually kick my professor and he can whack me over the head with the grade book and then we can go back to serious discussion about the merits of method acting. Also, Allen came to class today with the beginnings of a Wolverine beard and it is truly frightening how much he looks like Hugh Jackman. Not as built, definitely lankier in general, but God DAMN I expected him to pop his claws out at any second. Mikey, being Mikey, has dubbed him "Sexy Badger Ninja".

And, uh...

I...have nothing to say. Poking Ant and Adri with a stick. They are being uncooperative.

( No point. )

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( What is going on with you? )
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WARNING: The next coupla updates will have major gayngst.

( Will you guys just leave me alone?! )

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( I'd write off the rest of your hours for the semester for that. )

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( Take my advice or don't. )

Aw, hail. I've got such brill ideas for what will happen next in Ant + Adri, and I've got some of the later stuff written up, but the immediate action of the next update is...fuzzy. *sigh* This always happens. I leap too far ahead, come up with something lovely, and then can't get my brain to get from part A to part C. Grr.

Oh well.

I have realized that since I've left for college, I have become an immense music snob. If it is played on mainstream radio with any sort of regularity, I probably won't listen to it. I hate modern commercial rap and hip-hop anyway and it seems that everything on the radio today is pop-rap-hip-hop, badly remixed with the same backing track as ten other popular songs. Or it heavily samples something better and doesn't credit. You know that one Rihanna song that came out a few months before the Chris Brown thing? That was basically a hip-hop remix of "Dragostea Din Tei," aka The Numa Song, and everyone acted like Rihanna was solely responsible for it. Um, no. Jesus, Radio Station Guy, can't you at least say "This is Rihanna featuring O-zone" or something?

What I like in my music:

- deep male and female voices
- male semi-falsetto
- ingenuity
- actual instruments instead of mad remixing
- acoustics
- folky/traditional tinge
- stringed instruments
- rock that is hard and headbangy while still melodic
- interesting lyrics
- some humor
- authentic, complicated wangsting
- sea shanties

And so, my obscenely ridiculous standards have netted some...rather strange music.

( Epic recommendation post is epic )
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Holy shit, that took me almost two hours to compile. Better recognize.

I just saw Ninja Assassin. You can tell a movie's going to be ridiculous when it dispenses with a title that assumes a complex plot and just goes "This movie has a ninja, who is an assassin. The end."

It was the stupidest movie ever, but it was also hilarious because of how damn over-the-top it was. Think Tarantino, add the Wachowskis (who co-produced it or something), throw in a little Zack Snyder, and you'll get an idea of how cartoonishly violent it was. Lots of people being sliced in half. Plus a ridiculous death involving a female assassin being chopped to bits and stuffed in a laundromat washing machine. Also, the movie implies that you can only survive the traditional one-shot neeeeeeenja attack if you have situs inversus. Please don't make me explain. It's...very, very stupid.

Then again, it did have an effective black female protagonist. Who shoots a ninja in the foot. Said ninja is on the roof of her car. I lol'ed.

I went with Julia and Hannah and Kiersten. Kiersten and I just sat there going "...why is this so amusing?" while Julia and Hannah, crazy action fangrrls that they are, creamed themselves over hot shirtless bloody mothergoddamn neeeeeenja RAIN.



Aww, how cute and adorable. Although in the film he mostly looks like, uh, this:

( NINJA! )

He does handstand push-ups on a bed of nails and slices people like tomatoes. SO DREAMY.

Rain confuses me slightly. Not his singing or acting or anything, but his stage name. I've seen him in other English-language movies and in English-language interviews and he has the Japanese/Korean/kind of Chinese way of pronouncing R's and L's, as in he has trouble with them. Why give yourself a name you can't really pronounce?

( I need to go to the library. )

I need to, like, stop writing these at 2 and 3 and 4 AM, because then they get all disorganized and weird.

Thanksgiving was cool. It's kind of weird that we have larouxvixen and her family over instead of our, um, actual family. This has been the third year in a row that this has happened, and the second without any sort of extended family in attendance - no grandma or even uncle-from-down-the-street showing up. Odd, since Uncle-From-Down-The-Street and Dad are not actively hating each other right now. The last time our local extended family (i.e., Dad's side) showed up at a Thanksgiving dinner together was...jeeze, must've been when I was eight. And we've almost never had Mom's side of the family over for Thanksgiving because they live in either Chicago or Cape Town.

Anyway. I made apple crisp and cranberry relish and fried yams and bread and helped with the turkey. larouxvixen's mom made the most awesome delicious duck stuffed with oranges and garlic mashed potatoes and other delicious things. We had too much pie and then we all played Apples to Apples for, like, four hours. Her parents are so, so insane. They're both extremely intelligent but love playing immature and silly, and they almost fool you into thinking that they are really like that and then one of them says something freakishly brilliant.

Dad went kind of crazy today. First he did the Turkey Trot with his rowing buddies, which is hilarious because they're all in their late twenties and he's 56, and then he decided to come to dinner in his ribbon shirt. Said ribbon shirt was made for him at the Sun Dance revival twenty-five years ago. He hasn't worn it since he went to a Sun Dance five years ago. It still kind of fits. I'm amazed.

The furnace is broken and it's going to snow on Saturday. One of these things makes me squee! The other, not so much.

( Feliz cumpleanos. )

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( Wizard Obadiah Stane knows more than all! )
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Aww, you both fail at confrontation. There was so much potential for innuendo there!

I was going to write a long sarcastic angry post about the implications of Uganda's imposing of life sentences for homosexual activity and the idiocy of the phrase "aggravated homosexuality" and the impossibility of arresting people for not reporting gayness, but then I found this picture and I ceased to be so angry.

May I present His Royal Fryness, clad in ridiculous shirt, getting sloshed with Noel Fielding, who is in some very silly shoes (which, not gonna lie, I kind of want).
( cut for me rambling about glorious britain )

...I have a pie to make. *wanders off*

I came home last night and five minutes after I stepped into the house the furnace shut down. That probably means something.

Also, it turns out my little sister slightly dislocated her jaw about two weeks ago. She didn't notice. I have no idea how someone does not notice dislocating their freaking jaw. She just noticed that she was getting headaches all the time. She finally told someone about the constant head-and-neck-and-face pain and she got an X-RAY and oh looky here, dislocated jaw. And inflamed tendons! And swollen tissue of some sort! Ding ding ding, she probably has TMJD. Her jaw was reset yesterday and she's looking at a couple of weeks of icepacks and Vicodin and stuff until the inflammation in her tendons goes away. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

Let this be a lesson to everyone in the world: If you have sudden unexplained pain that lasts more than several minutes, FUCKING TELL SOMEONE. It's probably nothing, but then again you might have dislocated your jaw, or you're having a massive heart attack, or you're on the verge of turning into House, or an alien is going to explode from your chest. Fun fact: A bad charley horse feels the same as an infarction in the leg. If you have a bad charley horse and it doesn't go away, get it checked out.

And speaking of fail!health: Luther the Glorious Dog has mild corneal edema in both eyes. :( Poor baby. He's on eyedrops, which he despises, and he will not accept the eyedrops unless he is fed peanut butter before and after application. His arthritis is getting a little better, at least. And he's apparently in very good health for his age - he's 12 years old and most Labs don't get to be that venerable, but besides the arthritis and the allergies and now, the buggy eyes, he is in very good shape. The vet says that he has the cardiovascular power of a dog half his age. Last night he slept in my bed and was all snorty and smelly and twitchy and I remembered how much I missed him. D'aww.

I'm waiting for my older sister to get out of the kitchen so I can make apple pie. I made way too much cranberry relish and I skipped way too far ahead on ant 'n' adri. Like, I have something for the November part, and something for the April part. And I'm home, which means I have a scanner, which means I can get my artses on, but then again I have a 7-page paper on Obama due on Tuesday and I have to have a monologue memorized by Monday, so I should be responsible and get that done.

Justin, at breakfast: Every time I meet a standoffish cat, I give it love like a Thai hooker, and after a while it gives me love in return. Also chlamydia.

Idiot Kid: So...do you guys do Thanksgiving in Canada?
Canadian Guy: Oh, definitely, eh? Except turkey's real expensive in Canada, so we eat beaver instead. Much more flavorful. Like beef.
Idiot Kid: *totally believes him*
Canadian Guy, after class: The longer I spend in the US, the more I realize that every joke I have ever made about American stupidity doesn't go far enough.

Ellie The Voice Professor, Who Is 68: Alan, you need more emotion in this. Make love to her with your tongue!
Alan: ...Um, Ellie -
Ellie The Voice Professor: I meant what I said! Get tongue-fucking!

Terri The Dance Professor: Have a happy Turkey Day, guys!
Girl Who Happens To Be A Native American: Have a happy Genocide-of-My-People Day, Terri!

History Teacher, in the middle of a normal review: ...and so the Kennedys, that cursed but regal tribe of mermaids, have been active in government ever since.

Also, in dance class today we started ballroom and Terri was cruel enough to pair the two straight guys in the class with each other and then tell them they have to be much more emotional and loving when they dance. Oh Terri, occasionally I don't despise you.

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( Thank you for shopping at Wegmans! )

I am actually feeling hugely perverted for doing this, even though there is no sex in it (yet). The #1 reason I'm feeling pervy? It's because I realized I got the plotbunny for this after reading an AU underage!Noel/teacher!Julian Mighty Boosh RPS fic, which is possibly the most random and most porny fic I have ever read in my entire life. (Also one of the best I've read in any fandom BUT SHH DO NOT TELL I MUST NOT BETRAY INDEEDSIR). #2 reason: In ~history~, Antinous was about 12 or 13 when the 40-something emperor bumped into him. Oh, but it was a different time! Yeah, but my mindset is still in modern-day AND THAT IS CREEPY.

And yet I FUCKING LOVE MAKING THIS. I wish I had a scanner and photographic skillz and some models who look like Roman statues because dude you have no idea how artsy I want to get with this. Artsy and write-y and lavender-prosey. like asjkdsl working on this for an hour or so every day is helping me stay calm in view of the whole Kay sitch, which is good because I can help her out more than if I was dancing around overflowing with nervous energy and stupid suggestions. And I'm definitely going to write/arts/photoshop more of it.

But underneath all this fun-and-lovez, I feel like Quagmire.

(also, speaking of the crazy Boosh fandom, there is this hilariously weird fan-comic. I can't decide whether I want to lol my face off or just sort of die. "LET'S MAKE SOME SWEET FUNKY JAZZ TOGETHER MANBISCUIT." Old Gregg would totally say that.)

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