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Subject quote that has nothing to do with any subjects I discuss here from Weebl and Bob.
Dear QAF writers:
While it's sort of interesting that you hinted that Hunter was bi and that Horvath and Debbie are good again...
Okay. The Lindsay/Sam thing? The two of them becoming friends and then Lindsay sketching him in the nude all horny'n'stuff? A feeeeeeew problems there:
1. He sexually harassed her.
2. He's a total womanizing asshat.
3. LINDSAY'S A FUCKING LESBIAN!
Look, I know that it must be hard for you to get your heads around the fact that some women don't like the cock, but that is, in fact, what the word "lesbian" entails. She doesn't sleep with men. Why would she? Sam's not even pretty and she has a stud like Melanie at home anyway.
I have to say that this is the first time watching this particular show has made me squeamish. And I was just getting over my anger about the Pink Posse, too.
Fuck you very much.
No love at all,
Me
This is probably the last entry I'll write for a while, as exams loom like big threatening clouds of a stormy sort on the horizon.
Let's hope I can keep myself away from the computer long enough to study. Damn the Internet and its sexy siren call.
Today was the last meeting of the GSA, and we all ate food, and there was much rejoicing. Yay.
The article on Heliogabalus was well-received. I must present it to the class and describe his debaucheries in great detail... without using "inappropriate language". Should be a challenge.
I had to write poetry for my examen orale. (Which sounds very pretentious but still better than "my French oral exam".) It ended up being like something you only find when you scrape through the middens on LiveJournal. (Or if you go here.) "Ai! my heart, it bleeds, my dead cat" and so on. I'm trying very hard not to think of it, especially in light of Caleb's fantabulous "Johnny Depp, Jean Chretien, and a belle grosse fille" poem. And, of course, Sauler's Ode To Monsieur Doucet, which involved much laughter and gesticulation. Though it would have been better with jazz hands.
I have made a new friend! I leant Hyde Kid in my English class whose name I do not know Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy, and he enjoys it. So I consider him my friend now. w00+!
(Which reminds me, I need to get Good Omens back from Ms. Smith. Odd that I started out disliking her intensely and then went on to consider her one of my favourite teachers. It's the snark that gets me. She mocks Paul and Cecil every. Friggin'. Day. And she likes Michael Moore.)
PAL = still horrible. Especially with baseball.
The Grandparents are still here. The Dad is back too. He'll be gone again soon, though, for a five-week stretch.
We all went down to Lunenburg on Sunday, ostensibly to go for a sail on the Bluenose. Turned out to be too cold, so we just wandered a bit. Kerrin, the Squidgers, and I met a carriage-girl who acted and sounded just like Alyson Hannigan.
I also did a Very Bad Thing- namely, I bought an Oasis CD. My rationale for this was "Well, it's only three bucks and it has that champagne song on it and... well, yeah, Liam Galliger's an asshole, but he doesn't write any of the songs, that's a good thing, right?"
Bought Celebrity Skin too. It amazes me, the things I find in flea markets.
I suppose this whole thing speaks volumes about my taste, huh?
( Les quizzes. )
Their flags are at half-mast for THIS?
And, sort of in response to something I was talking to Cait about but mostly because Neil Gaiman finds interesting things and then puts links to them in his blog, an article about the myths surrounding obesity. Because fatphobia makes the world suck.
I've been feeling odd, of late. It's like the little details of this year were painted onto a sheet of glass and the glass was put over a picture of last June. I'm even listening to the same music.
I don't really know why.
It's a bad odd, mostly.
Has anything interesting happened in the Guild lately?
~Jehane
P.S.: I shall no longer be adding quotes to my entries. Unless I want to. Which is a completely different thing, obviously.
Dear QAF writers:
While it's sort of interesting that you hinted that Hunter was bi and that Horvath and Debbie are good again...
Okay. The Lindsay/Sam thing? The two of them becoming friends and then Lindsay sketching him in the nude all horny'n'stuff? A feeeeeeew problems there:
1. He sexually harassed her.
2. He's a total womanizing asshat.
3. LINDSAY'S A FUCKING LESBIAN!
Look, I know that it must be hard for you to get your heads around the fact that some women don't like the cock, but that is, in fact, what the word "lesbian" entails. She doesn't sleep with men. Why would she? Sam's not even pretty and she has a stud like Melanie at home anyway.
I have to say that this is the first time watching this particular show has made me squeamish. And I was just getting over my anger about the Pink Posse, too.
Fuck you very much.
No love at all,
Me
This is probably the last entry I'll write for a while, as exams loom like big threatening clouds of a stormy sort on the horizon.
Let's hope I can keep myself away from the computer long enough to study. Damn the Internet and its sexy siren call.
Today was the last meeting of the GSA, and we all ate food, and there was much rejoicing. Yay.
The article on Heliogabalus was well-received. I must present it to the class and describe his debaucheries in great detail... without using "inappropriate language". Should be a challenge.
I had to write poetry for my examen orale. (Which sounds very pretentious but still better than "my French oral exam".) It ended up being like something you only find when you scrape through the middens on LiveJournal. (Or if you go here.) "Ai! my heart, it bleeds, my dead cat" and so on. I'm trying very hard not to think of it, especially in light of Caleb's fantabulous "Johnny Depp, Jean Chretien, and a belle grosse fille" poem. And, of course, Sauler's Ode To Monsieur Doucet, which involved much laughter and gesticulation. Though it would have been better with jazz hands.
I have made a new friend! I leant Hyde Kid in my English class whose name I do not know Hitch-Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy, and he enjoys it. So I consider him my friend now. w00+!
(Which reminds me, I need to get Good Omens back from Ms. Smith. Odd that I started out disliking her intensely and then went on to consider her one of my favourite teachers. It's the snark that gets me. She mocks Paul and Cecil every. Friggin'. Day. And she likes Michael Moore.)
PAL = still horrible. Especially with baseball.
The Grandparents are still here. The Dad is back too. He'll be gone again soon, though, for a five-week stretch.
We all went down to Lunenburg on Sunday, ostensibly to go for a sail on the Bluenose. Turned out to be too cold, so we just wandered a bit. Kerrin, the Squidgers, and I met a carriage-girl who acted and sounded just like Alyson Hannigan.
I also did a Very Bad Thing- namely, I bought an Oasis CD. My rationale for this was "Well, it's only three bucks and it has that champagne song on it and... well, yeah, Liam Galliger's an asshole, but he doesn't write any of the songs, that's a good thing, right?"
Bought Celebrity Skin too. It amazes me, the things I find in flea markets.
I suppose this whole thing speaks volumes about my taste, huh?
( Les quizzes. )
Their flags are at half-mast for THIS?
And, sort of in response to something I was talking to Cait about but mostly because Neil Gaiman finds interesting things and then puts links to them in his blog, an article about the myths surrounding obesity. Because fatphobia makes the world suck.
I've been feeling odd, of late. It's like the little details of this year were painted onto a sheet of glass and the glass was put over a picture of last June. I'm even listening to the same music.
I don't really know why.
It's a bad odd, mostly.
Has anything interesting happened in the Guild lately?
~Jehane
P.S.: I shall no longer be adding quotes to my entries. Unless I want to. Which is a completely different thing, obviously.