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RAWR
I'm now addicted to Lost. I love everybody on this show, although Sayid is my favorite (will the world please back off the Iraqi? Sawyer and Rousseau, I'm looking at you two in particular) and I'm twenty minutes from having seen every episode, and OMG Charlie is so cute, he just lights up and follows you around charmed if you mention that you recognize him from Driveshaft, I've never seen anybody go from "I hate you creepy bald guy" to "Heehee, yeah, I played guitar too on a couple of tracks <3 " so fast. I'll have to find out when Teen Titans gets on from Jess so we can hopefully not overlap show times, especially if we only have one TV.
Alicia, are you still considering Albany for grad school? How's JET going, for that matter?
My mother is -- indescribably painful to live with and I can't do it any more. I'm not kidding when I say that living here full-time after graduation while I make money is totally not an option. During construction hell I stayed at my mother's parents' house, which is a quarter mile from my house. I was allowed to sleep until who knows when, they were happy to feed me whatever I asked and kept trying to feed me even when I wasn't hungry, they kept a steady supply of Sprite, nobody plagued me about how my resumes should already be in the mail, I had a fifty-foot ethernet cord that literally could stretch to every room in the house for my laptop...
But my mother calls me every day. Some days she even finds excuses to drop by. I was at my grandmother's for three nights and my mother was panicking that I was surely dying or something, she kept asking me if I wanted to come home, even knowing that construction was going on in my bedroom such that people would be tramping and banging in my room every weekday from 8am-4pm. (Those are the hours I sleep, dude.) And she kept telling everyone how desperate I was to come back, how miserable I was there, so that the first thing my stepfather does when he sees me is laugh at me for being such a baby I couldn't last a week at Gramma's. I hope she told complete strangers too, so she can introduce me as "the helpless needy dependent daughter". She arranged for me to come home early, before construction was finished, and I let her do it because I made the mistake of not telling her I never wanted to come back to that house and her ever again.
My room is really disgusting when I get home. The furniture has been shoved into a tight knot in the middle of the room; I can't reach the far corners and have to climb over tables and chairs to get to the drawers she bought for me to keep my things in; the floor is truly funky from the boots of the workmen and the door to the grody rooms of the basement is jammed. Thanks for bringing me home to this, Ma. She instructs me to vacuum the floor in the basement if I don't like it, and talks to me again about how she wants to give away the books that four months ago I specifically put in boxes to be saved because they're mine, bitch -- this in addition to the hundreds of books she just got rid of because she assumed I didn't want them since I hadn't boxed them. Then she forces me to cook dinner, and "helps me", to the extent where she ruins my attempts to cook right for once. Then she locks herself in her bedroom and plays mahjongg on the computer, bitching at me from behind the closed door and then insisting irritably that she can't hear me if I want to have a conversation I'll have to go over there when I respond.
So in short, I need to get an apartment with someone while I'm doing grad school and working. Maybe I should haunt the cool kids I know from the internets. *kofkof* I just can't live in that house -- with her -- while I'm trying to get work experience and/or a decent savings account and/or a master's degree in library science and information technology.
(On a more considered note... I'm not too fond of Kate the Prom Queen/Criminal With A Heart of Gold, to be honest with you. Unless she gets together with Sayid. I'll forgive all sins for a girl who'd have the good sense to give up Leader Jack and Rebel Sawyer to get with Sayid.)
Alicia, are you still considering Albany for grad school? How's JET going, for that matter?
My mother is -- indescribably painful to live with and I can't do it any more. I'm not kidding when I say that living here full-time after graduation while I make money is totally not an option. During construction hell I stayed at my mother's parents' house, which is a quarter mile from my house. I was allowed to sleep until who knows when, they were happy to feed me whatever I asked and kept trying to feed me even when I wasn't hungry, they kept a steady supply of Sprite, nobody plagued me about how my resumes should already be in the mail, I had a fifty-foot ethernet cord that literally could stretch to every room in the house for my laptop...
But my mother calls me every day. Some days she even finds excuses to drop by. I was at my grandmother's for three nights and my mother was panicking that I was surely dying or something, she kept asking me if I wanted to come home, even knowing that construction was going on in my bedroom such that people would be tramping and banging in my room every weekday from 8am-4pm. (Those are the hours I sleep, dude.) And she kept telling everyone how desperate I was to come back, how miserable I was there, so that the first thing my stepfather does when he sees me is laugh at me for being such a baby I couldn't last a week at Gramma's. I hope she told complete strangers too, so she can introduce me as "the helpless needy dependent daughter". She arranged for me to come home early, before construction was finished, and I let her do it because I made the mistake of not telling her I never wanted to come back to that house and her ever again.
My room is really disgusting when I get home. The furniture has been shoved into a tight knot in the middle of the room; I can't reach the far corners and have to climb over tables and chairs to get to the drawers she bought for me to keep my things in; the floor is truly funky from the boots of the workmen and the door to the grody rooms of the basement is jammed. Thanks for bringing me home to this, Ma. She instructs me to vacuum the floor in the basement if I don't like it, and talks to me again about how she wants to give away the books that four months ago I specifically put in boxes to be saved because they're mine, bitch -- this in addition to the hundreds of books she just got rid of because she assumed I didn't want them since I hadn't boxed them. Then she forces me to cook dinner, and "helps me", to the extent where she ruins my attempts to cook right for once. Then she locks herself in her bedroom and plays mahjongg on the computer, bitching at me from behind the closed door and then insisting irritably that she can't hear me if I want to have a conversation I'll have to go over there when I respond.
So in short, I need to get an apartment with someone while I'm doing grad school and working. Maybe I should haunt the cool kids I know from the internets. *kofkof* I just can't live in that house -- with her -- while I'm trying to get work experience and/or a decent savings account and/or a master's degree in library science and information technology.
(On a more considered note... I'm not too fond of Kate the Prom Queen/Criminal With A Heart of Gold, to be honest with you. Unless she gets together with Sayid. I'll forgive all sins for a girl who'd have the good sense to give up Leader Jack and Rebel Sawyer to get with Sayid.)
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...does this mean I get to watch Alias after Lost is done? (JJ Abrams, one of the co-creators of Lost, fully-created Alias, if that helps at all -- and the same guy who composes the score for Lost is also the composer for Alias... and and and it's JJ Abrams and Victor Garber! ...and I can't find the episodes on DC++. Damnit.) *promises to be good*
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SAYID IS LOVE.
I have general scorn for Alias (I saw the episode after the season premiere of Lost, the two hour one, where it was all like "OMG YOU KILLED MY MOTHER" "OMG MY MOTHER TRIED TO KILL ME" "OMG I WILL KILL THE MAN WHO KILLED MY MOTHER" and I'm like, pfft, carefully choreographed melodrama) but by all means, you may watch it, since we'll all be sitting around the TV anyway. XD