I started watching Firefly because of a friend’s recommendation after finding out that I am a Doctor Who fan. Gotta say, I am glad she talked me into it because I was beginning to get desperate waiting for season 7. Now at least I have some Whedon madness to keep me occupied for a while.
Too tired to half think straight. My brain is all in chopped segments, Burger King crown, calligraphy, tie dye dyed to my hands, almonds… can’t make any sense of anything. Hurga burga. I do believe it is sleepy time…
The birth of Medusa
Hank Green recently posted onto his tumblr, a video about monogamy. He talked about different animals (including humans) and their mating patterns. It was quite fascinating. He said something that made me think. He spoke of how monogamy is difficult to do, and it takes a large brain to pull it off. You need to not only know your own needs and try to fulfill them, but also know the needs of someone else, and help them to fulfill them as well.
This is what made me think of an idea…what if every person wrote a field guide for themselves? Like wrote down their likes and dislikes and the things that they prefer. I believe that it would make relationships a whole lot easier if instead of getting mad at your significant other not knowing what sort of soup you like, you just tell them to refer to page 394 (giggle…Harry Potter joke) before they make you any.
I don’t think that many people would be willing to spend the time writing down silly things like what soup they like, or how much they hate mini golf, but I sure am going to!
Who cares about grammar at this point…I can’t even think straight half the time, let alone think about what order my words should go!
Rehearsals for the musical are coming along quite nicely. Everything is starting to come together and make a comprehensive whole. But my favorite part of rehearsals is all of the silly things we come up with during our down time.
We have multiple games that we play that include us staying frozen for an indeterminate amount of time, tackling an unsuspecting victim, and randomly planking on the ground. Good times, gooood times.
I also really like it when someone randomly says that I am a good singer. It does a body good to hear nice compliments when you aren’t fishing for any. :)
♫Weirdly spaced, paragraphs. My best friend likes Giraffes!♫
I have an addictive personality, but because of the way I was raised and my religion and what not, it fortunately does not emerge in undesirable ways. Instead of being addicted to meth or caffeine, I am addicted to…television shows. Not ALL television is created equal, but if there is a dramatic and engaging plot line then I am hooked!
My current obsession is Downton Abbey. I am sure that I will have finished all of the aired episodes by the end of tonight. I just can’t help myself. I have already seen all of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, Avatar the Last Airbender, Smantha Who, Freaks and Geeks, and the rebooted Doctor Who. I am working steadily through episodes of The Big Bang Theory, Psych, Bones, Once Upon A Time, Star Trek, Warehouse 13 and lots more. I also think that the miniseries is the greatest invention OF ALL TIME! The character development is way better than films (not counting the amazing-ness that is The Lord of The Rings), but because it is not a show, the plot is not drawn out to infuriating lengths.
And DON’T even get me started on the amount of Youtube I watch…
“Will Grayson, Will Grayson” by John Green and David Levithan. One cold night, in a most unlikely corner of Chicago, two teens—both named Will Grayson—are about to cross paths. As their worlds collide and intertwine, the Will Graysons find their lives going in new and unexpected directions, building toward romantic turns-of-heart and the epic production of history’s most fabulous high school musical.
Hilarious, poignant, and deeply insightful, John Green and David Levithan’s collaborative novel is brimming with a double helping of the heart and humor that have won both them legions of faithful fans.
This is kind of insane that they are blogging about this at the exact same time that I have started reading it. It is like the universe knows what I am up to…
Why is it that when I am finally tired and about to go to bed, I suddenly get an urge to clean my entire room, or write a song, or paint? It doesn’t make any sense! Why couldn’t this happen during the middle of the day when I am not dead tired?! GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
Silly circadian rhythm. Got me again.