Need you like a shot of morphine...

Oh gosh. The phone message... Michael needs to hear it, he needs to kick Kellerman for hurting her, and then they all need to go find her and help her.

Kudos to Sara, though, for the ditching of the identity.

MAHONE... is it bad that I really, really, really wanted him to help the brothers? But now he's GONE. Grr.

L.J. needs to come back. I'm sick of the whole T-Bag stuff, so we should have L.J. instead. Yesh.

I don't know how I'll survive until the next one. But at least this one didn't end with guns pointing at their heads, like last time. Gosh.

P.S. Michael keeps getting hotter. Damn.

P.P.S. So does Sara. And Linc. And just about everyone. Even Kellerman looked good yesterday.

Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom!

Maybe I should paint my face blue and wear a kilt.


SNOW DAY TOMORROW -> no school!

*wide grin*

bellisimo

beauty and the beast was... v. sigh worthy.

really, as far as stage productions of a massively detailed disney-ized story go, it was perfect. perfect.

m.m.m., i heart you. thank you soo much for taking me. t'was perfectly geweldig.

oh, and this sets me off on a rant. geweldig, in dutch, to my knowledge, means wonderful. according to internet translators, it means terrible. how much bull is that? (and my dad, a native dutch speaker dude, agrees with me. so i must be right. ha, take that dumb intenet translator people!) oh, wait: geweld means terror. so it is understandable that the translator wouln't catch that. but really.

the twelve days of christmas

i'm pretty sure my last hundred posts have been about footie or prison break. so let's switch it up: numb3rs rocked. on friday, i mean. because there is nothing better than a disbelieving colby re:megan/larry... which totally gives me something shippy to work with. and as much as i love the charlie/amita-ness, it kills my don/amita-ness. long live dare!

and now something actually life-relevant: tomorrow i'm going to a holocaust memorial all day (score! field trip) for history 12. we've been looking at schindler, and we're gonna here a surviving schindler-juden speak. i'm stoked. but i will probably cry.

and on friday, m.m.m and i are gonna go see beauty and the beast. a play, not the disney movie. i'm super stoked. but i have to find $30 before then. heh.

on the third, my dearest extended family is coming over for our annual christmas shindig, so i have to make a gifty to hand out in our santa-thief game. and i have to write a poem, finish the scarf and bake the cookies for my dad's gift for sinter klaas, which is on december 5/6 (whichever we're all ready for). woot. because we all drew a name and have to make a gift for that name. i drew papa. he drew me. he doesn't have a clue what he's doing, and i'm so on top of this. ah, the joy of opposites.

i like christmas, i really do. but i think i just like the christmas-ey feel...

Stupid Changelings

Do you know how frustrating it is to be expecting to be able to watch the Manchester Utd game and to be stuck with a Man City game?

THEY SAID UTD. THEY DID.

I hate T.V. channels who change what they're playing for us. I really do. Because I will now spend another hour watching this just in case they switch over to Man U any time soon.

Van Der Sar. Ronaldo. Ah, shite.

D.O.A.?

Is she dead? Or alive?

Does Kellerman have a last minute change of heart? Does Michael leave her behind?

Why does this show never answer questions, just provide more?

However, this Jane chick has potential. I like her.

Screw you, S.A.F.!

I feel like dancing around singing "na-na-na-boo-boo" in that really annoying whiney tuneless way kindergarteners do.

Why? Oh, just because Ruud van Nistelrooy scored four times in his last game.

Yes, that says four. Yes, I <3 him. It's a good day. RUUD :)

(How much d'you wanna bet that Sir Alex is crying right now?)

An Elizabethan Dictionary

"weeped" (verb) past tense of weep.

1: not wept (cried) - similar to "tears of laughter".
2: laughed until moisture left the tear-ducts.
3: unintentional.

i.e. I weeped when I heard the dismal union of K-Fed and the Spears female had ended.


No, I'm not pathetic, darnit. The above is the result of an early morning philosophy class. Yes, you read right. Philosophy. Because the line about the fans "weeping from joy" at the above news is just too ridiculous to deserve proper English.

Is that a tear?

You know you're pathetic when this
kills you. He's shoving her head under water...

I'm pretty sure that means Michael doesn't find her. In which case, I think there must be some serious letter writing. M.M.M., join me.

Bleurgh

Prison Break is the dirty mistress of television. Curse you, mistress!

Oh, why do they DO this to me? Sara and Michael: together... check. Angsty... check. Sexual tension so thick we could cut it with a knife... check. Almost happy... no, because who should drop in but Kellerman. SHE WAS GOING TO GO BACK, dangit.

L.J. and Linc, and Grandpa Burrows, and some dude with a gun equals big explosions and maybe a resurfacing of hot!angry!dad!Lincoln.

At least T-Bag'll go back to jail. And I never thought I'd say this, but I almost feel bad for Bellick. Almost.

What is the significance of the crown key? And please, Michael, go looking for her, PLEASE.

Technology

So, if you look down a post, you will see an Elizabethan first: Embedding. Yes, you read right. I embedded a video from YouTube. Yeah. Me. Doing something computer-savvy-ish. (I looked outside, and lo-and-behold, the sky is falling via the precipitation also known as rain...)

Next on my list: figure out my YouSendIt account, and start posting songs of the week, so that music can be shared loved heard.

I WANT MY NUMB3RS SEASON TWO DVD. Grr. In Season Three, I want a few things: Don and FBI!girl to get it on, a.k.a. get the raincheck (so he can rebound and move on to Amita); Colby to realize his disbelief over Megan and Larry is secret pining, and go on a seducing Megan spiel which will WORK, dangit; Larry to either get serious with Megan or go away (it depends on whether or not I'm in a Colby/Megan mood or not); and Amita and Don to realize their meant-for-each other status.

I also want an angsty!Michael and angsty!Sara reunion. Preferrably in the rain. With making out. Meg, join me in the PB angsty!fest.

In other news, I ran out of black wool, and I couldn't be bothered with finding more of the same kind, so I'm starting a new scarf with different black wool for you-know-who. In the meantime, I'm knitting myself a white scarf. Which is good, because I really could use a little more practice before beginning the real deal, you know. Some days, perfectionistic tendancies suck.

I've also decided that my five times fic is officially four times; I shall edit and post it A.S.A.P. and then move on a Megan/Colby fic. I really don't like canon v. much; I either abhor it, or adore it. It depends on the fandom.

Oh...

Gosh, I really am a horny, old, knitting granny. I live vicariously through others, although it does keep me from the nastier aspects of relationships. (*cough*STI's*cough*unwantedpregnancies*cough*) Is it pathetic that I'm only in high school?

Nah. I <3 my life way too much to wanna swap it with someone elses, no matter how gratifying the sex might be. 'Sides, my God's cooler than your boyfriend. Heh.

You know who you are: I heart you tons. And yes, this is adressed to about four people.

My poor, poor nerves...

So, at the end of the last Prison Break episode, I didn't know how I'd make it to next Monday without dying of a twisted-anticipation-thing. Then I saw this:

and I practically died. "Heating up"??? (Well, yes they are if Michael keeps wearing those aviators... he's making the squeeing fangirls drool.) They're going to be reunited, and unless Lincoln and L.J. manage to get free, I won't be able to enjoy it properly. (That's a lie; I'll love it no matter what, but still!)

Oh, last night I watched Numb3rs (one of The Greatest Shows Ever) and omigoodness Don got some action (kinda). I mean, shirtless and making out - three seasons in, and we finally get Donny shirtless. Heh.

There I was, knitting away and cheering Don and FBIgirl on, and I realized: Oh shit. I'm a horny old lady. (Not really, but that's how I felt.)