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Tonight I saw GoF for the 4th time with my mom. Twas so lovely to have someone understand my Snape squees and hug me every once in a while. *loves the mom*
The other day my Humanities teacher, who happens to do his PhD in literary studies in Columbia returned my paper on the Iliad and the Odyssey and said I write very well. Nice little "squee!" there. Then he had to ruin it by countering every single thing I said about the Iliad. I wonder what he would've said about my picspams. ;D
I WANT MY VACATION DAMMIT. It's Finals week in a week and I'm already done for. And it doesn't help that I probably broke every single attendance policy in all my subjects. Not good for the grades. Yikes. VACATION. NOW.
Eric Idle is my hero. Been reading his "Greedy Bastard Tour" book, and actually bawled when he wrote about George Harrison. Then laughed hysterically when he talked about how people mistake between him and Michael Palin all the time. *grin*
"Interview" magazine. Colin Farrell interviewing Cillian Murphy. *has an intense need to write Colin Farrell/Kitten now even though she hasn't even seen BoP yet* It's so, SO worth the price. Gah.
I like a tenor singer. It is very strange. We flirt constantly. Nothing will come out of it, as he's the boyfriend of one of my good friends in here, but dude, a nice tenor singer? SO RARE.
But speaking of Guys in capital G, what is it with self-important classical musicians? Have been nursing a mini-crush over a violinist, only to find out he wants to date climbers because he's done with dating musicians. I will not start gym climbing for you skinny arse egotistic little piece of GRRRRR. Hmph.
Christmas is a strange, strange holiday. In a seemingly desperate effort to convince themselves they're not working to death, Americans start preparing for it mid November. When you're Jewish there's a holiday every two weeks between September and December. Learn from us, dumbarses, and stop pretend you're celebrating Christmas a month and a half too early. It's not even snowing yet in New York.

And now I'm going to bed and dream of licking Matt Watcher's tattoos. Mmmm.