School is going so amazingly well, but obviously I've had to sacrifice the promised daily (or near-daily) blogging. But I've got a 4.0 in one class, and a 3.8 in my other one, so I'm happy. I've been trying really hard to, well, to not skip, and to do my homework. I'm falling behind, though, because I have a test tomorrow, an and exam and ten page paper due on Friday. Oi!
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There's this guy in one of my classes, totally metrosexual. My gaydar (gay radar) goes off every time I see him. He's such a pretty boy; he dresses so nicely, and he's an intellectual, and blah blah blah. But anyway. I wasn't sure if he was actually gay or not, until his cell phone went off in class, and his ringer was the theme from FAME. Yeah, even the teacher was like, 'Whoa... Fame, eh? Yeah, gotta love that one...'
Everybody was laughing so hard, it was great. (Mr. FAME was laughing as well, so it was okay. He knew we were all okay with his gay-ousity.)
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I like the term Flame Dame better than Fag Hag. I think it's more, er, sophisticated.
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It's not quite common knowledge that Anthony Clavet was the genius behind the distinctive 'looks' of David Bowie and Sophia Loren, but even less people know that he was responsible for the make-over of the past Queen Noor of the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan. Yup, he was in charge of her 'look' until the people did some rioting about gas prices and other domestic policy problems (I won't go into anymore detail considering how long this sentence already is), but instead of rioting over actual problems they found it easier to target the foreign female responsible for bewitching their beloved King Hussein (may he rest in peace).
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I found a good way to describe the 'loneliness' I feel when it's brought to my attention that people around me enjoy things I don't (i.e. drinking, smoking, toking it up, etc.). See, on the fourth of July my father was invited to spend the day with his friends. Now, even though part of him did want to go, just so he could hang out with them and whatnot, he knew he'd rather celebrate with his family. He knew it was the right choice. Well, my not participating in certain activities is like that. I don't want to do the things my friends do, so it's not a left-behind sort of feeling. It's just that sometimes I wish I could be two people, just so there wouldn't be that added separation. I know I'm doing what's right for me, though, and I have no regrets or doubts about it. It just gets a bit lonely sometimes.
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I bought a book about punctuation. And pandas. Pandas. Honestly, how could I resist? I'll tell you the title after I tell you a joke:
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A panda walks into a café. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and fires two shots in the air.
"Why?" asks the confused waiter, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder.
"I'm a panda," he says, at the door. "Look it up."
The waiter turns to the relevant entry and, sure enough, finds an explanation.
"Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."
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BWA HA HA HA HA HA! Isn't that hilarious?! I certainly think so! Of course, I'm a grammar geek and a spelling freak, but whatever. :D I'm sure at least Umi will enjoy it. Actually, I'd bet most of my readers can appreciate a good grammar joke... Ya'll are smart folks, eh?
Anyway, the book is Eats, Shoots and Leaves, written by the fabulous British lady Lynne Truss. I highly encourage you all to go out and buy it immediately. Wonderful stuff. Beautiful, absolutely amazing, lovely stuff about grammar. Sigh. "Sticklers Unite!"
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Also, I'm in love.
... with a kitten. Her name is Naru, but I call her Buttface. It matches her, too, because, well, her face kind of looks like a butt. A super duper absolutely adorable butt, but a butt nonetheless. I mean, she's got this stripe down the middle of her face onto her nose... Gaaaaaah, she's just the cutest thing. I'm such a puppy person, but this little booger totally stole my heart. For a quick picture of her looking totally deranged, check out my fotolog.
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Homework sucks.
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I almost forgot to mention: Whoever stumbled upon my diary after searching for 'Rurisue' and then 'rurisue' should know that most (if not all) search engines aren't case-sensitive... (Also, who are you and why were you searching for me? Eh? And while we're on wonky searches, why did a search for 'be angeled jule' lead to my diary instead of her lovely online ranting space? And why the HELL did a search for 'WSU nudes' lead to my diary? AHHH!)
Just wondering.
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