My bad holiday mood has finally subsided, replaced by a bad second-day-of-period-and-stomach-cramps mood. Few other things are worse than having to walk around feeling icky all day while it's rainy and cold out (like the tsunami in South Asia for example -- hope nothing like that ever happens in Pinas *knock on wood*. Stay safe, people!).
Anyway, I'm having a lot of fun with my Christmas gifts. Currently in the process of uploading my precious CDs on my new mini IPOD (Thanks, Joes!). I've lost 50 kcal total doing DDR, but I did gain a pound when I got weighed at the doctor's office yesterday, so I don't think that means what I think it means. I still have no idea what to buy with my gift card and cash from the parents, though. And I'm still really, really sad about my really cute snowboard at Sports Chalet that I couldn't afford to buy. Dammit. I wish no one buys my baby before me.
Speaking of snowboards, my bones and muscles finally stopped aching from my recent snowboarding escapade with Camisha. Hopefully, we could go again for our second lesson soon. Next time, I'll make sure to fall on my ass rather than my knees to avoid further bruising. Or maybe I'll just wear knee pads.
Merry fucking Christmas, assholes!
Holidays are stupid.
The latest EW has a short write-up on Cupid, an awesome show that aired briefly a long, long time ago. And I really, really loved it. So now, I really, really miss it. And I'm off to look for disgustingly sappy fanfics to satisfy my yearning.
Anyway. Going snowboarding tomorrow! Yay!
Also, dad's new magic mic? Not cool. He hasn't stopped singing since he got it. Coupled with my mom's constant hogging of the computer to play fake slots, this house is driving me insane. I can't do anything anymore.
Okay, my paycheck? Not so big anymore, considering its original amount before all the deductions. I could've have gotten $903.38, dammit! I don't want to sound greedy and all, but I could've put that $190 to good use, especially considering the fact that it's the holidays.
Stupid, dumb government. I want my money, assholes!
This week on ER.
Dammit, I've caved! I am now riding on the Dubenko love train. He's just really entertaining and well-meaning. And he showed up when he was called in, even though he didn't need to. I mean, he's weird and all, but he just wants to be liked. I'm interested in finding out why he has such a strange fascination with Abby. And Rats, Lice, and History? Hee! That'd make a fun book club.
Now, Morris is another story. He's been a pointless hanger-on to the show for a year now, and he's still in it. He's not funny, entertaining, nice, or useful. He's the malignant tumor that just keeps growing and growing. He's dead weight. Why is he still there? I can't believe he outlasted Coop and Lester, both of who were cute and competent.
I say fire him. And Shane West.
I cried at the Chen/Chen's dad scenes. So sad to see Ming-Na go. She's one of my favorites. A pox on you, TPTB, for ruining her character.
Anyway, change topic.
I'm starting to get sick of The O.C. All the episodes are pretty much the same. Witty banter, kiss, argue, fight, kiss, sad looks, serious talk, kiss, interrupted sex, sad looks, kiss, argue, jealous looks, witty banter, kiss, adultery, drama, drama, drama, blah, blah, blah...
I want to see the Caleb storyline resolved already. I totally called the fact that Ryan's lab partner is his (Caleb's, not Ryan coz that would just be so wrong) illegitimate daughter with the former other woman.
Also, Seth's new girlfriend is fugly. She's thin and greasy and unbathed and smelly looking. And she has bad hair. And she's way too thin. Actually, every single female person in this show is way too thin. Is the food that craft services offers not of a hefty enough amount? Someone needs to fatten them up before one of them kills her boyfriend by accidentally slitting his throat with her jutted-out clavicle while they kiss.
Just finished checking my bank account. 1 pending transaction from the OCPAC payroll: $713.70. Christmas shopping money! Yesss!
Thank you, god of working on holidays!
My friends and I are currently in the planning stages of a snowboarding trip. We'd most likely go to Mountain High, which I heard isn't the best place, but is certainly the most convenient. Besides, we can get a pretty good student discount. I hope it falls through. I've never really done anything legitimately winter-y for winter before, except for our last trip to the same ski resort a few years ago. But that doesn't count, because it was just not fun.
I need to go shopping for a snowboarding outfit. Wonder where I can get the pants.
I seriously want to punch people with botoxed faces. There's an article in the new Entertainment Weekly about how actresses, aging by Hollywood standards, try to stop the process by getting botox all over their face so that they'd look young and still get parts. However, it just makes them look like freaky old people and it ruins their chances of getting parts even more because now they are incapable of showing emotions, and what is the point of being an actress if you can't do so?
Anyway, Law and Order: Special Victim's Unit featured one such botoxed face tonight. She played the mom of some dead girl whom Ice-T dealt with a long time ago. Anyway, she was supposed to be all distraught and pissed and haggard, but I wouldn't have known if it hadn't been for her bad hair and make-up. Her whole face, save her mouth, was totally immobile. She cried, I guess, but she didn't scrunch up her face like most people do when they cry, so I wouldn't know for sure. Everytime she was onscreen, I was just itching to puncture her face with a needle to see if some toxic green fluid oozes out. Man, was she fugly!
