Bloody friggin Mountain Standard Time.  On August first you can find out your roommates!  At five friggin o'clock!  That means 7 o'clock pm Eastern Standard Time!  DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME THAT IS HERE?!  ONE A.M. TOMORROW MORNING!!

*flops around like a dead fish* 

Stupid time difference.  I was excited about looking up my roomies, but now I have to wait until tomorrow. *dies for good measure*

On the plus side, I didn't die this weekend.  I went to London and rode the Underground and didn't die!  ^___^  Not like I thought I would, but it makes for slightly interesting story telling.

So what did I do this weekend: I rode on the London Eye and went to the British Museum and toured Westminster Abbey and saw Les Mis, the Lion King, and Phantom of the Opera.  It was a very accomplished weekedn.

London Eye

It's like a giant farris wheel except not.  Meh.  It was alright, but not bloody fantastic, yanno?  But it was cool.  And I got a picture with Jackie.  And I had fun listening to this British family talk because I honestly couldn't understand half of what they said.  *grins*  Now THAT was fantastic. 

British Museum

That was really interesting.  Our guide was really good.  (really really really...too many reallys...I need new words...) We got to see an Anglo-Saxon exhibit thingy and I really (there's that word again...) liked it.  I feel this special connection to things that I learned about in AP English.  Like when we were watching Harry Potter 3 last night Snape mentioned the origin of the word werewolf and I got really (again...) excited because Mrs. Bryant told us that one!  (Or was is Jen's mum?  Mum..what am I, trying to be British?  Darned London influence...)  And then the mummy exhibit was fascinating, especially that dead guy with the hair and the skin still attached.  So the British Museum was awesome.

Westminster Abbey

I saw Chaucer's grave.  I DIDN'T MEAN TO, I SWEAR, IT JUST SORT OF HAPPENED!!! (That thing about AP English connections?  Yeah, doesn't apply to him....) Oh well, too late for that.  I also saw all sorts of dead royalty and the such.  The Corner of Innocence was cool.  I liked how the baby's tomb was in the shape of a crib.  Claire Clemens pointed that one out to me.  Poor baby...  And Mary Queen of Scots had a bigger tomb than Queen Elizabeth I because Mary's son, James I is the one who paid for them and he said hecky darn if her coffin will be bigger than Ma's.

Les Mis

Les Mis was absolutely incredible.  Fantabulistic.  The guy who did Jean Valjean was amazing, and Marius absolutely made my heart stop. Eponine had an incredible voice, and you could hear her above all others.  She was awesome.  It was awesome.  I shed a few tears.  I went home happy.  Life was good.

The Lion King

Their backstage is bigger than Norway because their sets were freaking HUGE.  *stretches arms as wide as possible*  STINKING HUGE!! *dies*  It was incredible.  And their different representations of the animals were awesome!  This was one of those musicals that at the end you just wanted to stand up and shout and sing and dance around.  It was awesome.  WHEEEE!!!!  --Wait, I need to do an Anakin.  YIPEEEEE!!!!  It roxored my soxors.  ^_____^

The Phantom of the Opera

This one was incredible as well.  Everything was flashy and beautiful and fantastic.  It was good.  My complaint (you knew it was coming...I'm a Phantom purist, there's almost always something I can say): They changed the lyrics on Think of Me!  Yeah, yeah, those are the lyrics in the sheet music, but they aren't the lyrics.  When I get home I'm going to search out Julia and we will together lament the change of lyrics.  She is my fellow Phantom purist and we will happily bemoan the atrocities of life together!  But Christine did a fantabulous job on Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again, my favourite song from this musical.  She was entrancing.  Bravo, my dear!

Alright, I'm done yakking about London.  I'm busy trying not to steam.  I just wrote a lovely piece about how much I hate Wesley, but I figured since Momma and Daddy read this I probably shouldn't post it.  Quite a pity, really, because I'm quite talented at writing things of this sort. I think I'll have to save it for later.  Ah, e-mail.  It's so incredibly useful.  I can e-mail stuff to myself and then I don't lose it!  Life's good in that aspect.

iharthdarth had another great comic.  "Looking back."  I have another new favourite quote: "Kill and kill and kill and die and kill and omg."  *notices the strange looks* Well pardon me for enjoying sadistic megalomaniacs.  Hmm, yanno, I've noticed I've got a thing for the bad guys.  I dunno, they're just cool.  Not in books--I can't stand them in books.  They're all stinking evil.  (...duh) But I love watching them!  Take Harry Potter, for instance.  I read it and I hate Malfoy and loathe Snape, but I watch them on the big screen and I can't get enough of them.  I love Malfoy!  And I love Cole.  And Sesshomaru.  And Jedite and Zoisite and Nephlite and Malachite and Sapphire (although he's half good) and--

All right already, I'll stop listing them.  But I do so like the bad guys.  And the not so great good guys.  They're just so....so...much more interesting.  Although I like the good guys too. 

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I'm in a weird mood at the moment.  It's that transition mood.  I'm moving from angerbeyondallpossiblebelief to...something else.  And while I'm travelling to that something else I'm stuck in Weird Mood phase.  Thankfully I don't have to talk to anybody at the moment.  I don't think I could really handle it. (AAH, REALLY.)

What to do....what to say.... I feel like mentioning Cara because I like her.  I'm bloody terrified of her in real life (heh, I can't handle new people....coward me...) because I just can't do the talking thing, but I like her.  Her journal entries are my favourite ones to read.  So feel special, Cara, I like you best!  And probably my least favourite entires to read are Eliza's because...well, she has this uncanny ability to report the day just like it happened.  But see, I just lived that day so reading about it ain't all that appealing.  However, when I'm gone for good in two weeks (HOORAY!) it will be a good thing.  Assuming she ever updates.  That's another reason I can't stand her entries--SHE DOESN'T UPDATE! *dies*  Actually I can stand her entries, but I had to sound dramatic. (Oh dramatize... *giggles*)

I need to spend my money before I come home because euros don't do a whole lotta good in the U.S.  I'm thinking of buying crack-a-nuts (soo....goooood....) and chocolate.  That sounds very appealing to me.  mmmmmm.....fooooood....... However, I also need to buy something for Jennifer but I don't know what yet.  And she still needs a title...I've been declared Amy the Buff by her, but she needs a title. 

I write long, rambling entries.  I'd say they rather reflect my thoughts, but THAT would be a big fat lie because my thoughts are nothing like this.  They are very structured and follow a very specific format: story.  ^__^  Yes, my thoughts consist of stories.  I invent them in my head.  It's a lot of fun and the topic can be anything.  I might do a Harry Potter story or a Wheel of Time story or a Star Wars story or a Gundam Wing story or an AmyInvention story or a RipOff of Your story.  Sometimes they last for five minutes, sometimes for five days.  Sometimes for five weeks.  (Or five months.  My CelesteDartagnon story went on for about that long. *grins* Wow, and I was only eleven, too.  *reminisces*) And I rehash stories all the time, such as the Divorce Story and the TayuraRandanRei story and the...well, all of them.  They rarely get touched once.  *mad cackle*

Why am I divulging this information?  I do not know.  But I randomly write things in here that explain away who I really am.  *gasp* I'm spillng my soul!  RUN!  THE REAL ME IS COMING OUT!!!!

And the real me wonders why I never write my stories.  I've come up with a few good ones.  I know Julia'd love me if I wrote more about Reese.  I dunno.  Maybe I'm afraid they'll be bad.  Or maybe I'm afraid they'll actually be good and then I'll have to finish one....*laughs* HAH, me finish a story?  As if!  I only finish them inside my head.  Writing is for others.  Creating is for me.  *beam*

How long of an entry can I write?  Who wants to guess?  I don't!!  Actually I do.  Or rather I want to know.  *checks* So far this sucker barely spills onto the fourth page of a Word document.  Okay, so it's not that long, but compared to the one-liners some people do it is.  I'm personally not big on writing one-liners because I always have so much more to say.  And even if nobody else cares what I wrote, I highly enjoy rereading my earlier entries at a later point because then I can remember things I felt and thought and how I was acting and what exactly happened at such and such a time.  And sometimes I just like laughing at myself.  Some of the things I write really crack me up (always at a later point; I never find myself funny or witty in the moment).  And so I'm still writing...Or rather typing...could be dangerous....doo di dooo....

AAAH!!! *rips hair out* WHY CAN'T IT BE TOMORROW ALREADY?! *dies*

(No I'm not still obsessing about my roommates.)

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And now I feel the need to go think more on my current story because it's begging to be played out and I'm dying for a good bit of drama.  Ahh, drama.  It's the powerjuice that keeps me going in life.  *grins*

"Thinking of you won't help me to do all that you dreamed I could..." ~~Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again

"This looks like a cheap shower curtain from Ikea..." ~~Zazu, The Lion King

"Me too." ~~Prue