w e l l ~ B L O G ~ t o ~ y o u ~ t o o !

21 December 2003
For my Evil Overlord:  
A special quiz for you, Kate & Ed. :)

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 23:48

17 December 2003
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!  
*hyperventilates*

Return of the King...

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

BAWLED my freaking eyes out the... well ENTIRE movie. They were right when they said it was the best. They were just absolutely right. It was just.... undescribable. Especially after the extended versions of the films shown right before it. It was beyond fantabulous.

We got there relatively early. About 12:35, got seats together. Before we went in, we saw people with pillows, so we ran to JC Penneys and bought some. They were a good idea, and now I have comfy pillows on which to rest my head.

All I have to say is GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

Don't you love my well-written review. My mind is just bouncing all over the place right now. We got interviewed for the news, but don't know if we were on. I managed to make myself sound relatively intelligent, I believe. Not like a fangirl. :)

I don't know what all the detractors were saying about Eowyn and Faramir. There definately was a nod to those who had read the books that they hadn't forgotten about them. There was the "significant look" :) And the Elves at the end.

AND CIRDAN's HOUSE! Man, I want to live there! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, I'm a might excited. The Charge of the Rhohirrim. Shelob. Frodo and Sam was just heartbreaking.

Must see movie again.

It has the Liz stamp of approval and multiple viewings needed.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 11:51

15 December 2003
And a blood sacrifice was required...  
All right, my holiday decorations have been consecrated. Yep, they're mine now. Blood was asked for, and blood was given. A lot of blood. From my right big toe, to be exact. Yes, I was hanging up these wonderful little lit globey-things when I stepped off my stool and onto something. Well, said something (a little cat sculputre) slit open my toe. At first I just thought it was like stubbing my toe, so I hung the last globe on the chain. And then I thought, "I wonder if I cut myself" and my sock was covered in blood. So I hobbled in a mad hopping dash to the kitchen for the paper towels, leaving reddish drips through my living room and dining room.

And then, what does any self-respecting young adult do?

I called my mommy.

Well, I called her because I thought I might have to go and get stitches. But it had stopped bleeding by the time I hobbled back to the living room to get the phone. So I didn't think I needed stitches. So I hobbled up the stairs to my bathroom where my hydrogen peroxide is. And I gave it a liberal dose of that. Bandaged it up with gauze and bandage tape.

Forgot the triple anti-biotic ointment.

So I had to un-bandage it, and re-bandage it. Thus, I comforted myself with a moviefest of Orlando. Pirates of the Caribbean and The Two Towers.

In other news, Keith is my new Favorite Person for bringing chocolate to Dance Practice on Tuesday. Kate and I rocked on Friday--even though we got blissfully lost on the way trying to find the place. We had fun. That we did. And I learned a new walk that I have to practice when I get a large enough open space... it's walking entirely on your knees--with grace and flare though. I love Bellydancing!

30 hours and 37 minutes....

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 07:33

09 December 2003
And in case she's reading it  
No, I'm not mad at you, Mom. Not anymore. Do I have anything else to blog about? Nope, not really. 'cept I have to go grab screencaps from Lizzy and wait for my dinner to cook. Maybe Little Bastard (the name I gave the mouse that lives in my stove) will come out and play with Mr. Orpheus and Mr. Figaro.

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 17:28

08 December 2003
On a happier note...  
Because of our lovely performance at the Delftwood yule event, Kate and I got invited to do Mid-east dancing at another event this Friday! Woo hoo! We rock. Papa Boris was there, and he was proud of us.

We found a Loreena McKennitt version of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen with a very cool mid-eastish beat, choreographed it for the two of us, and then provided dinner entertainment at the Yule event. We even had matching tunics and veils. We still do have matching tunics and veils. It was so much fun though. And making the tunics gave me inspiration for Evil Idea #59684298725 though this one has a chance of being brought to fruition. Just my duty as a minion of the Evil Overlord.

I've forgotten who I named as my favorite person in the world after Lizzy. It might just be Jen for putting up with my whining and absences due to bad moods (see below).

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 17:46

Warning: Rant below  
I got in a lovely argument with my parents. Well, a non-argument, I suppose since none of us actually spoke. Of course, I'm getting freaking sick of having to give up my Sundays. And it's not that I would do much on Sundays, but my father comes in, sits down on the couch and puts on a football game REALLY FREAKING LOUD and changes between that and a Steven Segal movie also REALLY FREAKING LOUD. And my mother putsies about and has that expressionless expression and if she can't putsy then SHE ties up my computer. Of course, I don't like using my computer when my parents are about because then I get the expressionless expression over my shoulder, which irritates the hell out of me. So yesterday, I went up to my library to read, incredibly pissed off because, well, it's MY house, but I have to be the one to retreat to a tiny corner. And then mom calls that they're leaving, and before I get downstairs, my father slams the door in my face.

Joy.

I'm sick of them not having a house, and them coming to my house and takig it over. I'm sick of the entire aura of them making judgements about every insufficiency and flaw in my house. I'm sick of the fact that they come in, take over, and expect me to be happy about it. I'm sick of the fact that it seems as if they disapprove of me having a social life outside of them. I'm sick of not having a day to relax and starting the week all tense because I have to dance attendance on my parents. I'm sick of it all and just want my house to myself! I don't want the questions and judgements, and just to volunteer what I want to.

GAAAAAAAAAAAH!

BAH HUMBUG!

Liz the Mischievous renovated @ 07:51