Skipping ballroom again because it's only from 10 to 11 and I found out about this at 9, when I was all the way down at the dance studio. Didn't want to walk back to my room and then back to the studio for only an hour of practice, which would be cut even shorter for me because I would leave at exactly eleven, and we always start about fifteen minutes late anyway.
Grrr.
So instead Kate and I watched Stargate. We caught the last half of Revelations, and then discovered that, yes, Sci-Fi is showing them out of order, and Meridian was next. ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!! *beats head against wall* So yes, the schedule I sent my parents was all messed up. Dammit. However, Kate is a saint and had a video tape, so we're recording it while someone else uses the lounge. Ah, technology.
So yeah, I finally saw Heimdall. Still wanna do some sort of Thor/Heimdall & Daniel/Janet thing, because dude, Michael Shanks and Teryl Rothery voice the two Asgard. Hee. *waits for
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babylil to quit retching at the idea of Asgard sex* *snickers*
So now, since I'm two-thirds of the way through
Dune and don't have so much hanging over my head at the moment (I
could work on my Irish Lit. essay, since I went and copied articles and essays at the library tonight, but why would I want to do that? ;-)), here's this week's poem. The assignment had to do with casting a charm, spell, curse, or prayer, or something like that. This is the three-page poem that wouldn't freaking die. I managed to get it to exactly two pages by changing the font. My printer hates me now.
( Poem that wouldn't die )*bounce* I feel really happy for no particular reason. Perhaps it's the TV consumption I've had over the past two days. Dido's "White Flag" just came on on Radio Liechtenstein. Maybe that has something to do with it, too. *hums along*
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