From The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, by Douglas Adams:

"Now see here, guy," said the voice, "you're not dealing with any dumb two-bit trigger-pumping morons with low hairlines, litle piggy eyes and no conversation, we're a couple of intelligent caring guys that you'd probably quite like if you met us socially! I don't go around gratuitously shooting people and then bragging about it afterward in seedy space-ranger bars, like some cops I could mention! I go around shooting gratuitously and then I agonize about it afterward for hours to my girlfriend!"

"And I write novels!" chimed in the other cop. "Though I haven't had any of them published yet, so I better warn you, I'm in a meeeean mood!"

[lots of shooting at people commences]

"We didn't enjoy doing that at all," shouted the other cop..."Now--either you all give yourself up now and let us beat you up a bit, though not very much of course because we are firmly opposed to needless violence, or we blow up this entire planet and possibly one or two others we noticed on our way out here!... There are some things you have to do even if you are an englightened liberal cop who knows all about sensitivity and everything!"

as an end summary of this weekend...

10.05.02 - 10.06.02: To Do List
Cut hair
Re-dye streaks in hair (purple-ish-red-ish-dark-ish)
Pump out College Essay (Common App)
Catch up in school
Finish prisons neg
Find items on List of Items To Find This Weekend (all!)


List - Items To Find This Weekend
Lexis password(s) (functional!!!)
Someone to snog (cute/sensitive/intelligent/awesome)
Work ethic

i cut my hair. turned out better than the last time i did it.
i dyed the streaks in my hair with purple dye because i was too lazy to go out for some red. it came out dark reddish-purplish. looks kinda cool, but IT'S NOT PURPLE.
worked some on a college app essay.
did not catch up on schoolwork, unfortunately
did not finish prisons neg.
did not find a functional Lexis password
sort of found someone cute/sensitive/intelligent/awesome to cuddle with...in a bloody dream (hence my last post - when i woke up and realized it was a dream i was ready to punch through a wall.)
did not find a work ethic. if anything, slipped further back along the path away from a work ethic.

in other news, this weekend has been alright - burned a CD full of trance/techno so now i have music to listen to while plowing through WPPT readings; critiqued some of Bohemian Rhapsody, a great piece of writing by Abaddon; slept a decent amount; went driving and didn't run over anything (although I was tempted to tailgate someone who was traveling down the middle of the road on a motorized scooter)

one thing that absolutely made my weekend - Abaddon IMed me. I received an IM from an unknown sn, talked to the person under the assumption that i was talking to bonnie or megs, and my head went into overdrive when i realized who it was (i also think i scared him; one of my usual tactics when confronted with an unknown sn, when i think it's someone i know, is to behave a little exaggeratedly and oddly. and then there was the little matter that this was ABADDON and i flipped when i realized that. i don't think he was expecting my reaction.). i think that the last time i was this excited/giddy/happy was when Lizbeth won the election for CJCL Parliamentarian (those who were present and saw me will recall that I was already onstage and when I heard Chris announce, "Your 2002-2003 CJCL Parliamentarian, from Bish--" I started jumping up and down as if possessed and screaming at the top of my lungs. or the bottom of my diaphragm. whatever.). I've been reading Harry Potter fanfic since the tail end of summer, and I adore some of the excellent writing there is out there. Along with Rhysenn, Cassie, and IvyBlossom, Abaddon's one of my favorite authors. There's a lot of good fic out there, but the reason that I'm so starry-eyed over being IMed tonight is that Abaddon's writing is good. To understand what being IMed by Abaddon was like for me, imagine being IMed or called or written to by your favorite singer/actor/writer/etc. (e.g. imagine picking up the fone and realizing that Lea Salonga is on the other end), a person whose works you adore.

dang, this is one of the worst entries i've posted in a while, in terms of literary value (literary value rating for this entry: -18, on a scale of 0 to 10.). really should edit this...or post an updated version later on, which is the much likelier occurrence, of the two.

ooh...cool quiz!

What Type of Villain are You?



this is interesting enough...the comment on my leadership abilities seems grim, given that i'm organizing Ludi. the exceptional loner bit is right, but i think that people are more scared by me than suspicious. as for my weird hair-do - funny that i should get this result on this quiz today, seeing as how only yesterday i cut my hair and re-dyed the streaks an odd shade. and i've been told that i resemble Raskolnikov before. :-D

desperately need to find someone to snog. i bloody need a distraction. my mood when i woke up this morning and realized that my dreams were just that, dreams, can be expressed with the bridget jones entry from last Monday (09.30.02).