This is boring. I’m bored now.
Mar 15th
Good evening, everyone (and welcome, all new readers). As you can tell from the title, I’m currently feeling extremely not-in-the-mood-for-work. On the bright side, I’ve written 100+ words for my Developmental Psychology essay now. The word limit is 2,000. IT’S PROGRESS.
This is random, but if even Kate Winslet has found herself husbandless, then the rest of us girls have no hope. Sigh.
Ross David Schwimmer is apparently newly engaged to some chick 20 years younger. I’m curious how long they’ll last. I mean, he is the “Divorce Force” after all. “First marriage: wife’s hidden sexuality. Not my fault. Second marriage: said the wrong name at the altar. A little my fault. Third marriage: well, they really shouldn’t allow you to get married when you’re that drunk and have writing all over your face. Nevada’s fault.” Sorry, just had to quote that. 
Monica and Chandler approve of my randomness:
(OMG, THIS TOTALLY SYNCS WITH MY CURRENT MUSIC.)
Random blog survey thing under the cut…
The One Where I Rant About My Useless Sunday
Mar 14th
Today, I:
- Was late for church because I totally overslept.
- Ate cereal (Coco Pops!) for lunch.
- Chased people up on things.
- Read two chapters of Paul Ekman’s book, Emotions Revealed: Understanding Faces and Feelings.
- Spent two hours staring at a fresh Microsoft Word document, not knowing what to type.
- Randomly went outside at around 5:15 PM to grab an ice cream with Shi Ya from the passerby ice cream van.
- Starved until dinnertime at around 8:00 PM.
- Continued to stare aimlessly at an essay that just wasn’t (isn’t) happening.
- Generally felt extremely sleepy throughout the entire day.
The last point may or may not have something to do with the fact that I haven’t been getting sufficient sleep these days. Too much to think about. Like whether or not I’d actually make it out of Warwick as a successful graduate; doubts about my future in general. But here’s a shout-out to Amy, Aruna and Erin in particular for keeping me sane and motivated lately, regardless of how (you know it). <3
Currently loading Precious to watch before bedtime. I’m really too lethargic to do anything productive. The movie’s bound to tear me up, so I totally have a box of tissues handy. Amy watched it last night and loved it, and seeing that I’ve already watched a bit of it (I remain memorized by the brief ten minutes I saw), this should be awesome.
Major props to Karen’s guest post earlier — she is an interesting writer, to say the least. Looking forward to getting more spam entries by her. Even if that means I would have to keep my PG-13 guard up (I do like Clive Owen, but what if minors trolling my page see him sans shirt and inform their parents and I get sued?) from now on.
Random fact of the day: according to Yahoo, the occupations that are most likely to be guilty of extramarital affairs are teachers for women and doctors for men. Surprisingly, no profession from the entertainment industry made the cut. Ha.
Ross is alarmingly wowed by this news:
P.S. Lurkers, I see you. Come out and say hi!
HELLO WORLD GUESS WHO I AM?!?!
Mar 14th
I’M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE IS WHO I IS!
I am Yan’s BFF4L/constant albatross/the evil girl who pinched her a lot as a child and grew up to be equally as painful in other ways.
Somehow we became fast/best friends and have been so ever since.
I attend college in the U.S. of A., where everything is sunshine and goodtimes, according to Yanners. Of course that isn’t true; currently I am in New England, which during this time of the year is dreary and wet and well, mostly mossy-times.
I like sunshine (but not too often or during bad days), hot coco, Earl Grey tea, curling up near a window with a book and said beverage, and (accidentally) staring too hard at random people.
I also happen to be almost as obsessed about 30 Rock as Yanners here, so my posts will be just as heavily laced with references/quotes.
It is known by common consensus that I am very random and weird.
In celebration of my first post (whose topic I still haven’t come up with despite Chowkins having given me the p-word about a week ago), LET’S HAVE SOME RANDOM PICSPAM!!!
Here be FineClive. He’s been a good friend of this moi for quite a while, ever since she saw a still of his fineness from Gosford Park. Granted she has still to watch the movie (she is a bit slow on following up on things, as you can see), but his fineness has only increased.
Mmmmmmmmmm damn you stupid ring.
FineClive likes to do random FineClive things, like star in movies about medieval times as a king and as a duke who may or may not have had the hots for Queen Elizabeth, and in modern times as a suicidal maniac, hormonal MF-er, hit-man with a thing for lactating women and a very cool very romantic aid worker. Karen likes him most when he’s doing his best role, FineClive-Looking-Out-The-Window-Sans-Shirt.
And here is another fine bb, Gaspard Ulliel. Sadly he abandoned his fine days of yore and grew a rather fugly stubble-beard, but we’ll spare him and our dear readers the pain of this sudden change and just remember him as he once finely was.
Fine-ass bb who will not take your shit, but will probably take your more precious things. Like your pancreas. Or your left cheek.
As you can tell, I like to look at fine things. I am actually considering working in museums in the future, so I can pretend the room of fine things (including the living ones looking at the unliving ones) is actually part of my living room, and hence belongs to me. Some other fine things I enjoy other than art and good-looking people are fine apparel. I once answered a meme question about what I love to wear with ‘cashmere and pashminas’ and various rather expensive fashion labels, to which Yanners rightly said made me sound rather ‘like a total DOUCHE’ and reminded me that I don’t really wear those brands very often (if ever). To which I add that I am still not yet un-douche-ed and would very much like to wear such things in the future, if possible. Hence sometimes I may write posts with fashion in-jokes or references, IF YAN WOULD KINDLY ALLOW ME TO.
I think this is enough for today. I’m on Spring Break after all, so I mustn’t work too hard lolol. I hereby end with a nice song I’ve been listening to 24/7 to erase my post-midterm melancholy.
Right.
Mar 13th
Screw this, I'm going to Hollywood.
Change of plans: I’m going to finish my Psychology degree here at Warwick, and then hopefully pack my bags up for USC in the sunny West Coast to study screenwriting. I know nobody cares for film school students (c’mon, guys, it’s true), but it’s what I want to do most, and something tells me I’ll do fine. It’s all down to faith, and faith I have.
This means that if I want to get admitted into the Fall 2011 programs, I have to take this summer to write, write and write in order to create a writing portfolio for my applications before December 1st, the deadline. Oh, and get letters of recommendation. SIGH.
In the case that I become a homeless screenwriter someday, does anybody want to support me? Thought not.
Going back to tackling this essay I don’t want to do. Deadline’s Thursday. Ugh.
I just love television so much.
Mar 11th
I spent two whole days staring at this article entitled “How does Sam feel?: Children’s labeling and drawing of emotions” that I’m supposed to write a critical review for and it’s just not happening. I’m so stuck. I mean, I really can’t care less how “Sam” feels, let alone understand how to evaluate the study. Grr. Confusedcity. Plus it’s not helping when the interwebs have been extremely sloooooooow for the past few days. Sigh.
Pete Campbell would like to express my frustration for me:
Good news is, 30 Rock returns tomorrow night! By “tomorrow night”, I mean Friday morning for us over here at the British end. Damn you, time differences. I can’t wait to see Liz Lemon spar with Tony Blair Michael Sheen, what what.
Gossip Girl’s already back. I haven’t watched last night’s episode, but um, please just give me the ep with Billy Baldwin as a guest star (he’s playing Serena’s dad). Other than him (and probs Chuck/Blair), I honestly can’t care less about this mess of a show anymore. It’s gone so blah. Yet I’m still hoping that Billy’s appearance would pave a way for Alec to pop up on the show at some point as Serena’s uncle. That would be pure awesomeness. Apart from the obvious fact that he’s too good for GG. Oh well.
Lie to Me is returning on June 7th. SO FAR AWAY. I’m going to die. But in the meantime, I’m still very much attracted to Mr. Tim Roth. SO GOOD LOOKING. And Amy is the same boat as me. And Lillian (HOLLA!) is currently catching up with the last episode. I heartily approve. So here we are:
WHY HELLO THERE, DR. LIGHTMAN.
Nom nom nom nom nom. Tim >>>>>>>>>>>> you.
Hilarious/awesome conversation of the day between Amsterdammit and me:
Amy: Cal is so inappropriate.
Me: He is. I want him to be inappropriate to me.
Amy: LOL YAN! I wasn’t expecting that from you. I’m so proud.
That up there is evidence of what happens when I’m high on sugar. Don’t ask me why I’m even posting this up. I think I’m just deprived of sleep. Yeaaaaaaah. That’s probably it. Night, loves. (YES, I’M CAL LIGHTMAN.)
What the WHAT?!
Mar 9th
Honestly, I can’t say I enjoyed last night’s Oscars ceremony. At all. Apart from the Alec Baldwin vs. George Clooney staredowns. And Christoph Waltz’s super adorable thank-you speech (how foreign and awesome does he sound?!). And the skits. Because damn, the jokes were so off most of the time. Poor Alec and Steve Martin. They should have just hosted the show unscripted. Whoever wrote the show should just kill themselves right now. Anyway.
Most of my predictions came true though. BUT JASON REITMAN AND UP IN THE AIR WERE ROBBED. Grr.
My second-year project group and I did our presentation today, and it went pretty damn well. Fingers crossed for an awesome mark.
At the moment, I’m re-watching Lie to Me “with” Amy (we’re watching the same episode and chatting about it over MSN). She’s become so obsessed, it’s awesome. And we both agree that Tim Roth is a sexy beast.
Still crushing big time on Mr. Steve Yzerman. Why did I not notice his hotness earlier? FAIL.
All Canadian hockey players are hot. It's just that this one is the hottest.
Ross and Chandler wish you a good night:
It’s tonight! (Pre-Oscars Post: Part #3)
Mar 7th
I’m officially fed up with my laptop. At the moment, I’m racing against time to see if I could get all my work done before it dies for good. It’s not really a good feeling. Sigh.
I hate living in a different timezone to the Americans. Especially today. Because it means the Academy Awards broadcast tonight wouldn’t be aired until hella late for those of us on the other side of the pond. Grr.
This sexy man is hosting tonight:
NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.
Does that mean I’ll definitely be watching? I don’t know. The fact that the show doesn’t start until 11:00 PM is a little annoying.
Still have to wrap up all the main award predictions…
Awesome day!
Mar 4th
I woke up earlier than usual to help out at Stoke Primary School as part of UNICEF on Campus today. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN, OMG. *majorly spazzes* We were trying to ~spread awareness of the importance of water issues to the children, and they were all really smart and adorable. At recess, we joined them out in the courtyard, and then the real hectic side of them came out. These kids kept tagging me ‘it’ non-stop, even though I had already been tagged by one of them seconds previously, and I think I got bronchitis from continuously running around in the cold air. Later, three girls all climbed on top of me at the same time for a piggyback ride, and I was like, “Wow, that’s heavy for one elementary school kid” before realizing there were actually three of them. My back is aching a lot now as a result, ha. And then one little boy came up to me and kept asking questions like “What’s your name?”, “How old are you?”, “What school do you go to?” and finally — the epic one — “Do you have a boyfriend?” Which means I totally just got hit on by a 9-year-old today. EL OH EL. My arms are also a bit sore now ’cause when we were leaving, the children wouldn’t stop pulling onto my arms and refusing to let me go. IT WAS ABSOLUTELY ADORBS. My injuries = totally worth it.
In related news, Aruna’s been elected President of our UNICEF on Campus society for the next academic year! WOOT. And guess who’s got two thumbs, speaks limited French, and is her Secretary? This moi. 
Everybody who ran was super awesome though — I wish there were more than the available positions to go around, ’cause damn.
Oh, I’m still up because Runie and I are trying to tackle some stuff for our second-year project. I hate numbers. I’m exhausted, but school comes first…
Your animated GIF of the day is:
Olympics Withdrawal
Mar 2nd
Halp. I just realized how I addicted I was to the Winter Olympics. It feels so weird that I can’t cheer for Canada anymore now that the Games are over. Damn it. Oh well. I have a feeling all my friends were ready to kill me for blabbing about ice hockey non-stop 24/7 during the past two weeks. I bet they’re glad it’s all over. Another advantage: I can finally wash that Team Canada jersey of mine. Yeah.
Look at this fantastic opening. Just look at it. So full of awesome.
In other news, my laptop (its name is R2-D2 by the way) has been down for the past three days. I just finished re-formatting it, and now it seems all right. Let’s hope it stays that way. Ugh, I got so annoyed that Artoo died on me on the last day of the Olympics — I was so fired up to watch the closing ceremony after watching the Canada vs. U.S.A. hockey match in Aleks’ room. Oh, and I totes forgot to mention that she is 100% Yankophilic, despite being of British birth and Russian origin. Can we get a lol here? But yeah, you have no idea how hard it was watching that epic game of all games with her. If Team America (har har) had won, World War III would have broken out between the two of us. Minus all those machine guns. And the bloodshed, of course (well, you would hope anyway). Anyway, Blai did me a favor and gave me a play-by-play on the situation of the closing ceremony via MSN. From what I heard, Mike Bublé performed, so that’s interesting enough…and then we got Avril Lavigne. FAIL. Simple Plan also sang, and thank God they eliminated the swearing, or else nobody would be smiles times.
Right, I shall stop going on about the show-I-never-saw-but-will-at-some-point-in-the-near-future now.
Somebody’s playing Justin Bieber songs in my flat. If/once I find out who she is, she probably won’t survive to see tomorrow.
I’m going to bed now. Waking up uber early in the morning to help out at a primary school as part of UNICEF. So effing excited ’cause I love working with kids, and these ones sound pretty cool.
Sid the Kid and his wifey, the Stanley Cup, say bon soir:
P.S. Both Russia (in general) and Team U.S.A. (i.e. just the hockey guys) are such sour losers. The ~motherland of the mafia are still way bitter about Evgeni Plushenko’s (see also: his claims of a ‘platinum’ medal win) defeat by Evan Lysacek in men’s figure skating, and Jack Johnson of the American hockey team stated in an interview that, and I quote, “You lose silver. You don’t win it.” Johnson, be a man and suck it up. Take a leaf out of Junior Bush’s book and just dance your loss away:
WE. ARE. CANADIAN!
Mar 1st
CHECK OUT THIS TEAM OF GQMFs:
LOOK AT THESE MAGNIFICENT SONUVABITCHES.
If you be hatin’, you can spare your efforts now: ‘CAUSE WE CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER OUR 14 GOLD MEDALS. That’s right, folks. Canada broke the record for most gold medals won at a single Winter Olympics (the previous was 13).
Own the podium? YOU BET WE DID.
I am so proud to be Canadian right now. Sour losers can GTFO and go DIAF. (Oh, and Team America? Stop looking like a bunch of crybabies. That match was intense, and you played well. Silver isn’t bad, so MAN UP.)
P.S. Sidney Crosby, you’ve officially won my respect. Even though you still have a duckface, you are now the man of the day. I just won’t make the pic a big close-up.
HELL YEAH, WINNING GOAL! Also, LOL -- he uses the same hockey stick as me.
CHOWDER OUT!
