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28 July 2003
 
A post-wedding blog, now. Not a directly post Pirates blog, but I did see it for a third time last Tuesday. Before we go any further, Kathy tagged my tag-board. I'm not exactly sure how she found my page, but hi anyways, glad you like the layout. Ally also welcomed me back, so go visit her site too.

So, no, I'm not married, but my friend is. Thrice over even! There was a nice Protestant ceremony at noon, followed by lunch, followed by a Hindu ceremony at three thirty, and then the signing of the license for the state of New York. Happiness both the night before and at the reception. The night before we got the bride drunk on chocolate (mmm... chocolate) and at the reception we just had fun. Only problem was just as us whitey-white girls were getting the hang of dancing to Indian music (ie, from India), the DJ stopped playing Indian songs. :( But it was a fun time anyway. I got my thumb on the bouquet, but ceded it to the bridesmaid whom it was more directly in front of so as to avoid fisticuffs. Besides, she had a boyfriend and therefore was closer to actual marriage than me. :)

So we had toasting to the bride and groom, and a little imbibing. Drove home on Sunday. I'm certainly glad I had today off work so as to recover from the wedding. Good thing I had it off too because I slept in until 11am. In the meantime, I had another Orlando Bloom dream. I didn't think it was heading that way, but it did. It started off with me visiting my old high school. And as I was walking the halls, some janitor told me I couldn't be there. I told him I was an alumna of the school and that I could, and I was going to see my old band teacher. He was busy as I walked through the band room, so I proceeded towards the offices of the building. There was a meeting going on there on how to raise money for something. Since I work in that field, I kind-of invited myself to the meeting, and they were going to invite me to join the committee. Eventually, we retire towards the school library and Brad Pitt was just kinda standing there. I had not known this in my dream, but in my dream-reality, the movie Troy was being filmed on school grounds. So I'm there organizing papers from the meeting and music I apparently had left from 6 or 7 years ago, and in walks in Orlando Bloom, and we kind of make eye-contact. And he comes over and asks me if sitting in a corner reading is more fun than joining in on things. And I tell him I was just putting away music and papers, and I proceed to show him them. Then we go for a walk along the set, and end up in my old middle school. And I wake up.

Ah well. I need to dig out my dream-book and see what famous people mean. Teach me for watching The Fellowship of the Ring directly before bed. It does strange things to my mind.

Anyways, must start sewing garb.

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 22:36

20 July 2003
 
Gee another post Pirates blog, imagine that! It's also a post vacation blog. Before I get down to the nitty gritty beachy goodness, a shout out to Susie who commented.

So anyways, I gave myself a mild case of sun poisoning last Tuesday. Go me. Not really. It wasn't fun on Wednesday. I got myself a slight sunburn on my rear where my bathing suit ended. Mental note to everyone: Use Sunscreen there! Saw my family. Had a pretty good time. Never got to the movies. Well, I went today after I got back. But that was because I had an Orlando Bloom dream. It involved a screening of The Two Towers, disucssing "the craft" with Mr. Bloom, his hotel/dorm room catching on fire, and baby oil. After the baby oil came into play, I think I'll just keep the rest all private to myself. {insert happy smug look here}

I am looking at a computer again. I managed to check a little bit of e-mail while I was on vacation, but not much. My kittens apparently had a good time while I was away, at least according to the little log left me by my house/cat sitter. Apparently, her 3-year-old has decided that O and Fig are her kitties. Well as long as they get loved and hugged and called George every so often.

Well, I have to get unpacked from vacation, get things kinda cleaned up for the wedding (not mine) on Saturday so I can hop on over to Rochester and go there. Poor kitties will miss their mommy again. *sniff* Don't feel too bad though, Grandma will come and take care of them, and she spoils them worse than me.

And now to go off and do something productive!

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 16:35

09 July 2003
 
And now for the obligatory Post Pirates blog. Yes, I succumbed to fangirlishness and saw Pirates on opening night. Sue me. I must say that as predicted, my enjoyment of the movie was greatly enhanced by the continual shouting of my name on screen. And just a warning, you really should stay until the very end of the credits. And I mean the very very end. Past the logos and everything. Very nice suprise.

Anyways, onto the movie. I love pirates. Pirates just rock. Especially romantacized versions of pirates like in the movie. The way definately is open for a sequel, and that makes this Elizabeth just pleased as punch. Especially should Mr. Bloom play the straight man to Mr. Depp once more, and then for a little excitement, Mr. Bloom should cut loose and whole-heartedly embrace his pirateness.

And they used the song!

*hums* Yo Ho! Yo Ho! A Pirate's life for me!
We pillage plunder we rifle and loot
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
We kidap and ravage and don't give a hoot
Drink up me hearties yo ho!

In case you're living in a cage, thos eare Xavier Attencio's words, and that catchy tune is by George Bruns.

*continues humming all the way to some very very VERY sweet dreams!*

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 22:06

08 July 2003
 
Major Softball Suprise Blog
So I suppose I need to blog in July before I go on vacation. And man am I just shocked right now. I mean, I'm not what one woud call athletic, but I beat two throws to first to get on base when I was up, and then my last up, I have no idea where it came from, but I hit the ball into the outfield and got me a legitimate double. I mean Liz swing, crack, run, keep going to second! and I got to second with time to spare on the throw from the outfield! This just doesn't happen in my Liz-world. I got to third and then was almost, not quite, forced home, and I had to beat the throw and did. My mind still hasn't comprehended my brief moment of athletecism!

So onto other things. Since I finished Harry Potter, I suppose I should blog about it. Because, well... yeah. so anyway, to keep all you people still reading or thinking of reading in the dark (at least until I change layouts), I'll do the funky spoiler thing so... After finishing HP book 5, I've realized that Harry is like a Frodo Baggins or Luke Skywalker character. He's been through too much to ever hook up with anyone. And personally, I'm fine with that. If he had to hook up, I'm looking at Ms. Luna Lovegood as she's just kinda out there and, well, accepts things just as they are. However, there is textual evidence to back me up with regards to this little theory. Essentially, at the end, Harry draws himself apart from his classmates, marking himself as alone. Also there's the prophecy that neither can live while the other exists. Therefore in order for Harry to even begin reclaiming a normal life, it can't be until the very very end of book 7--presumably when Voldemort dies (or Harry does).

Ron and Hermione are going to hook up. I can feel it. They're the Leia and Han equivalent in this little fable. Or Samwise and Rosie (except Sam & Rosie liked each other before, but anyway...) Neville has a thing for Ginny, and that actually has a chance of working out as well. I think it was very symbolic the six people that have now faced the Death Eaters.

I've realized that I really don't like Harry. Right now, I'd be perfectly happy if according to the prophecy, Voldemort kills him (and then Neville in a suprising move offs Voldemort), though I doubt that will happen.

On the death. Ok, I was a bad reader and peaked. However, in doing that, you can really see that it's all in there the various reasons why Sirius has to die. With the ministry after him, he's a hamstrung character. His purpose is served as Harry's guardian. The Weaslys and Lupin, and suprisingly enough, I believe Snape, can look after him just as well. Plus that, he's growing beyond the need. Secondly, if we go back to the Star Wars parallel, Sirius is Obi Wan. When Obi Wan died, it first sparked rage in Luke, and so did Sirius's death, but then it motivated him further. If one reads it again with an eye to looking, the clues are all there. Not as shocking as one would think.

I have to say Harry's dad is an ass. So was Sirius. Ok, so they were fifteen, but they definately weren't the persecuted bunch like Harry seems to think he's in. Definately looking at that showed a LOT of things. Snape is going to be very important in the continued protection of Harry. Snape, actually, I believe will be doing the best to protect Harry. Do you think Dumbledore could have been ruthless like Voldemort would have in teaching Occulmancy? I don't think so. Harry was so manipulated by Voledmort, it isn't funny. Good is stupid. Glad to know that Hermione was right the whole way through. Voice of Reason. It'll happen again that she'll know something first and no one believes her.

Anyway, that's about the end of that! Going to try to get to Pirates of the Caribbean tomorrow. Shameless self-inserted fantasies coming up. We must save Elizabeth... weee! Yes, Johnny and Orlando! Save me! Save me! And the rest no one else gets to read. I love Pirates, ARG!

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 21:43