I don't know how I should feel about my decision to go ahead and just create my own folders in My Documents and Favorites on my computer at work. Technically, in the Fall and Spring I share it with upwards of eight people, but I've grown weary of typing in the same addresses day after day, and forgetting when the last time was I checked a site. As for the My Documents thing, there are too many files in there, and about one third were mine anyway. But it is a work computer. Perhaps at some point I'll email all the files I want to myself and delete the rest. In the meantime, for the summer, I only share this computer with one other person, and I don't really care. Maybe that's what it's about. I just don't care who see's what.

I went to bed early last night, having exhausted myself from staying up until 2am on consecutive nights and awaking too early thereafter to be functional throughout the day. Although I did hit the gym yesterday after work, and ran into Brian of Hillel - not that there's another Brian, but if ever there should be another one, we've got a naming scheme in place should such an occasion arise. We ended up shooting around a little bit, and my shot is getting better. Funny thing about progress, it takes forever. Though, I haven't anything better to do, so there we are then, aren't we?

Checking Mayhem's Blog, I must quiz myself as to which member of the Deadly Viper Squad I am...
Beatrix Kiddo (Black Mamba)




You're the Bride! Strong and determined, you can do anything once you set your mind to it. You long for vengeance and for a happy ending, and will do anything to achieve them.

Kill Bill: Which Deadly Viper Assassin Are You? (Vol. II spoilers... results with pics)

And now we know. "Vengeance is a dish best served cold." And "today is a good day to die." And now we all know how geeky and nerdy I am.. or do we? Hey, if you know, that makes you geeky and nerdy too, doesn't it? That's right! Think about that, why don'tcha. My roommate (in the Fall/Spring), Matt is a trekkie, but it's not so much an excuse as an explanation. I watched Star Trek before I met him, as well as other Sci-Fi stuff. And now, to quote myself, for you, "You don't know me!"

This morning I got to sleep in (all the way to 8:30!) because I opted not to go to my Math Mods class, and I totally caught an old McGuyver rerun (on Spike TV - yay Cable!). Awesome. The special effects were baaaad, but their awesome badness paled in comparison to the show that followed, entitled "Seven Days." The premise of this show was that there is a secret government facility capable of sending someone seven days into the past. In this particular episode a suicide bomber kills a presidential candidate. And our hero, who was distinctly unmemorable is sent back in time to save him, so that the American people can decide for themselves who they want as their next President instead of the bomber knocking out the one of the two candidates. Of course, after the guy went back in time, and the grenade animation was shown I couldn't stomach any more and turned it off. Although I've made up the ending to this episode for us, because I know you're dying to know how it ended. The saving of the candidate ends up throwing the election in his favor, but since our hero was invited to the fold and learns of the candidate's evil plans, he takes it upon himself to re-go back in time to stop himself from saving the candidate. He succeeds and the trips back through time cancel each other out, having wasted an hour of my life. Of course, it ended up only costing me fifteen minutes. I'll have to live with that.

Friday I'm supposed to see Spider-Man 2 with Hannah and her sister, Emma. I'm excited about it, even though Hannah's sister, if I recall correctly, despises me with many fibers of her being. I declare here and now that this shall not detract from my enjoyment of the second installment in the Spider-Man saga, or Alfred Molina with 8 arms. And I must point out that I'm going to enjoy Alfred Molina with 8 arms more than I'm going to enjoy Kirsten Dunst with red hair (because she is better as a red-head than a blonde) - and no that doesn't make me a hypocrit for generally disliking hair that has been altered from its natural color. A stance which I'm thinking of changing, to specifically deal with bleaching of the hair, or rather, making it blonde. What is the fascination with being blonde? I don't get it. Can I stay on one topic or what?! As I just checked to make sure my spelling of Alfred Molina was correct, I have to point out that I love seeing him at the beginning of Raiders of the Lost Ark, look how young he was! He's the guy who ends up getting killed just before Indy begins running from the huge rolling ball. And I enjoyed him as Angel in Maverick (with Mel Gibson, before we all knew how crazy he was). And as Boris the Butcher! in The Man Who Knew Too Little (Bill Murray). And of course, Chocolat (a movie I recommend).

And to get back on the Kirsten Dunst rant. I do plan on seeing Wimbledon (her next movie), and I will tell you why. Ever since I saw him in a Knight's Tale, I have loved Paul Bettany. I think he's hilarious, and I liked him in a Beautiful Mind too. I think it's the accent, and how goofy he usually is. I don't think I'm supposed to end a sentence on is. Shit, I did it again. Quick, change the subject!

I look fantabulous in the new clothes I got this weekend. Although it's a whee bit preppy for my tastes. What taste? Ha! Oh, I made myself sad. Anywho, I'm a sexy beast. Look out ladies! Actually, don't look out. Be surprised and caught off-guard. Muahaha!