trinsy: (don't be so daft)
Weather.com is a liar! If it says it's not supposed to rain until 9:00 PM, and it is bright and sunny outside, don't go on a walk! It will inevitably downpour as soon as you get to the point on your walk that is furtherest from your house.

I'm so wet!
trinsy: (don't be so daft)
Okay, everyone. Pop quiz!

1.) You are a convicted (but innocent) murderer who successfully broke out of prison, and have been on the run for the better part of a year. You broke out to track down the man who framed you, which you now have done. Your godson, who thinks you're responsible for his parents' deaths (because the man who is responsible framed you), has come after you before you've had a chance to kill the traitor, and since the traitor is currently in the form of your godson's best friend's pet rat, your godson doesn't even realize the real traitor exists. You:

a.) calmly and explicitly explain to your godson what's going on.
b.) emotionally but still explicitly explain to your godson what's going on.
c.) speak as cryptically as possible so that your godson thinks you want to kill him.


2.) Your old school friend has turned up in time to stop your godson killing you, and the two of you are now trying to convince your godson that you didn't betray his parents and are in fact a good person. An old school rival gets mentioned in passing. You:

a.) ignore it. You have bigger things to deal with right now.
b.) ignore it, but remind yourself to ask your friend about it later, after you've been cleared and things have been sorted out.
c.) demand to know why the rival was brought up, and go on about how he deserved to almost get killed by the potentially deadly prank you played on him back at school.


3.) Your godson has convinced you NOT to kill the man who framed you, but instead to turn him over to the authorities. You and your friend are exceptionally talented wizards, but the traitor could still turn into a rat and escape. You:

a.) conjure a magical holding cell and send for the authorities.
b.) conjure a magical movable holding cell and take the traitor to the authorities.
c.) chain the traitor to a boy with a broken leg and your werewolf friend, and head for the nearest patch of moonlight.


4.) You have the power to turn into a dog at will, and are currently in canine form. Evil creatures that have the power and the permission to suck out your soul through your mouth are heading toward you. You:

a.) try to run away as a dog.
b.) stay where you are as a dog.
c.) stay where you are and turn back into a human to make it easier for the creatures to suck out your soul.


If you answered mostly a's and b's, congratulations! You are a sensible person. If you answered mostly c's, you are probably Sirius Black.
trinsy: (are you my mummy?)
  • We're watching clips from Star Wars and Harry Potter. If it weren't at night and the homework weren't so stupid, this would be the best class EVER.
  • Also, the Star Wars movie we're watching is Phantom Menace, and the special effects are hilariously awful. [Random Fact: Phantom Menace came out the same year as Prisoner of Azkaban, the book we are reading in this class. Also, I was ten then.]
  • Prof: "Let's not talk about what happens to Hedwig in the last book."
    Class: *sympathetic groan of sorrow*
    HAVE I MENTIONED THIS CLASS IS AWESOME?
  • My next computer is definitely going to be named Remus. And my iPad (I'm waiting a year for them to work out all the kinks, but I'm totally going to have an iPad) is going to be named Spock. Because Spock and Remus would totally get along. Just saying.
  • People, if you haven't finished the Harry Potter series by now, you deserve to be spoiled. Seriously, it's been three years. You should have been on that by now.
  • Every time my prof brings up Sirius, I want to cry. You'd think I'd be over it by now (holy crap! it's been almost seven years), but apparently not. This also happens every time Fred turns up in the book. (I haven't read a Harry Potter book since I read Deathly Hallows when it first came out. This is what college does to you.)
  • My prof just assaulted me and Edmund, demanding to know how I feel about Snape and his story arc. Awkward yet awesome.
  • Prof: "I won't talk about what happens to Fred and George in the end."
    Class: *moan of sorrow* D:
  • My prof wants us to walk around campus saying, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." I love him.
  • There are people in this class who have never read PoA. How do these people exist?
trinsy: (don't be so daft)
Okay, so here's what I don't understand about the new Robin Hood:

If you're going to remake Robin Hood, wouldn't you want to make it with younger actors, rather than people who all could have very easily been in the one from twenty years ago? (With, I grant you, the exception of Matthew Macfadyen, who is a bizarre choice anyway because he looks about fifteen, and Robin looks fifty-five, so huh?) I mean, I understand that our culture fetishizes youth, so in some ways This Is Good, but it also just seems, I dunno, kind of pointless? I mean, it's been done, you know? It's been done. And Russell Crowe is no Robin Hood. I'm sorry, I just don't buy a gladiator as Robin Hood.

(That said, the line in the trailer about "Robin of the hood"? Hilarious.)
trinsy: (physics)
The way I will totally prepare to go to class - pack my bag, brush my teeth, put on my shoes, etc. - and then decide, 'Eh, screw it,' as I am turning to lock my door is probably one of my favorite things about senioritis.
trinsy: (don't be so daft)
I just put all my books for classes this semester, plus the ones I kept from last semester, on my shelf to see how crazy-ridiculous it looks to be a lit major. It actually doesn't look as crazy-ridiculous as I expected, and now I'm just annoyed that all my books are different sizes. Disappointing.
trinsy: (grin)
Um, so I kind of got 101% on my Linguistics test. Yay!

Seriously, this is a huge deal for me because that class is basically like one giant WTF? moment for me, although it's not always for the same reason. Like, half the time the professor is like, "To turn a declarative sentence into a yes/no question, move the auxiliary to the front of the sentence," and I'm like, WTF, I know, because I grew up speaking English; is this first grade? But then the other half of the time the professor is like, "Okay everyone, do a tree diagram of a passive sentence," and everyone starts diagraming, and I'm like, WTF is a tree diagram? Should I know this? Are they having secret class sessions without me?

But, as I was telling my mom, apparently knowing what's going on isn't really important in this class because it really isn't holding me back. Because, yeah, 101% on the first exam. Which is just kind of awesome.
trinsy: (don't be so daft)
Dude, I totally want to be Bob Costas when I grow up. He gets paid to go to the Olympics and talk about them! He never says anything particularly interesting or important either. He has one of the easiest, best jobs in the world! Seriously, I want to be him.

(In case you can't tell, I absolutely LOVE the Olympics. I look forward to even years specifically because of the Olympics. I could write for pages about how much I love the Olympics. One of my life goals is to go see the Olympics. So yeah, I totally want Bob's job.)
trinsy: (are you my mummy?)
Men I Have At Some Point Referred To As 'The Love Of My Life':

- Harrison Ford
- Matt Damon
- John Simm

You know, I'm starting to understand why all my friends think I'm going to end up marrying an older man...
trinsy: (are you my mummy?)
I probably find my roommate-who-is-on-the-phone-a-good-ten-hours-a-day-if-not-more freaking out over the fact that she doesn't have cellphone service WAY too amusing to be a 'nice person'.

Actually, one of my other roommates and I are plotting to hide her phone as a prank, because we are pretty much the evilest people ever. But the idea of her freaking out over not having her phone is too hilarious to not try it.
trinsy: (I can see that)
You know, I always kind of forget how much I loathe the third Harry Potter film. Now I wish I'd just kept watching S1 of Gossip Girl. New low.

Speaking of which, Season 1 of Gossip Girl is so good. Jenny looks all natural and cute, Eric has a bigger role, and Chuck and Nate are all over each other. It's beautiful. I miss the epic Chuck/Nate bromance. :(
trinsy: (don't be so daft)
As if I needed more proof that my roommate and I are so totally nu!Trek Jim and Bones, respectively:

It's late, our other apartment-mates are in bed, my roommate has just eaten half a piece of red velvet cheesecake and moved on to the six-inch Italian sub from Subway she's had sitting in the fridge for two days, which she's now eating out on the balcony while going on about how the fog makes it look "like we're in the blue lagoon or something!" I join her, pointing out that it looks more like that part of the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland where you go through the fog and the voice goes "Dead ... men ... tell ... no ... tales..." and all the kids in your boat start crying. She hasn't been to Disneyland in four years and the ride was closed, she tells me semi-hysterically (with laughter), so she has no idea what I'm talking about. In the process of this conversation, she's dropped several bits of lettuce and olive. I tell her to pick them up. She doesn't, so I sigh long-sufferingly and do it myself. She drops some more olives, but this time she picks them up and throws them over our balcony. I go inside, closing and locking the sliding-door behind me. She bangs on it a little and makes crazy faces at me, which I ignore as I go to wash my hands in the kitchen. I'm going to let her in eventually, after I give her a little lesson about why she shouldn't be a moron. Then I look up and see that she's abandoned the door in favor of attempting to climb over the balcony railing.

"No no no no no!" I snarl, rushing over and wrenching the door open. "GET DOWN NOW!"

She complies, turning to me with a shit-eating grin. "I knew that would work," she says smugly.

"What if I had just left you out here?" I snap. "What if I had just let you be a moron and you had fallen and died?"

She giggles. "That would have been pretty funny."

I roll my eyes. "Okay, probably not died, but you could have fallen and broken your legs and then you wouldn't be able to play softball anymore. Is that what you want?"

She nods, grinning.

"Inside! NOW!" I bark. She complies, still giggling.

"One day, I'm just going to let you be stupid and kill yourself," I tell her.

"Whatever," she says.

And then we go to bed.
trinsy: (hug)
Reason #8943 That I Have The Best Roommate in the Universe:

When I have a totally unexpected "Oh-my-god-no-one-has-found-me-attractive-since-I-was-thirteen-except-people-with-questionable-hygiene-why-am-I-so-hideous-WOE!" self-esteem crisis the night before she has a test, rather than abandoning me to my ridiculous emo, she not only stops studying to listen to me, but she actually explains why I have this issue in a way that not only makes me feel better about myself but actually makes sense. That's right, she answered a question I've been trying to find the answer to for over six years, and she did it without lying to me and without blaming it on me and making me feel like crap! Because she is the most awesome person the universe, basically.
trinsy: (don't be so daft)
You know, sometimes I feel like my entire life is just listening to people bitch about their lives and giving them advice they don't listen to, which is exactly why I don't want to be a psychologist.

But then I realized today that I'm a moron, because if that's my life anyway, wouldn't it be better if I were at least getting paid for it?
trinsy: (ha!)
Guuuuuyyyyyyyssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!

I'm going to a FREE Jason Mraz concert in two weeks! School in San Diego for the fucking WIN!

And on a completely different note, fuck you and your new Safari, Apple! In what world would I ever want this? If I wanted to use Firefox, I would be using fucking Firefox! I hate myself for not thinking before I updated!
trinsy: (are you my mummy?)
This is why I need internet at my house:

Roommate: "Hey, want to go to Starbucks to do homework?"
Me: "Sure."

Later...

My brain: "OMG, we're at Starbucks! I must do all my fandom-related things now because who knows if I will ever get internet again! Do I need to download anything? How many more tabs of fanfic do I need to open? I hope Safari doesn't crash on me when I get home! INTERNET!!!!"

Never mind that I have semi-reliable, fast internet at school. I have been conditioned to associate Starbucks with INTERNETFINALLYIMUSTDOEVERYTHINGNOWOMG! This is totally the most unproductive thing I've done all school year. Smells good here, though.
trinsy: (I can see that)
I've figured out why I hate Jane Eyre. Or rather, I've figured out why I hate Jane Eyre so much more than my classmates. In fact, I think I've figured out why people think I hate men.

See here's the issue:

I've never liked Cinderella. I mean, I've NEVER liked Cinderella. As in, even as a four-year-old kid I hated it. I hated it because I didn't understand it. I didn't understand why Cinderella was such a doormat. I didn't understand why she let her stepmother enslave her. The only version of the Cinderella story I genuinely like is Ella Enchanted (the book, not the film, obviously) because that actually makes sense.

This is my problem. This has always been my problem. I don't understand how slavery works. As in, I learned about the events leading up to the Civil War back in fifth grade, and I didn't understand why, if there were so many more slaves than plantation owners, the slaves didn't just burn down the owner's house or something.

The same goes for Stockholm and Battered Wife Syndromes. I mean, I'm educated, okay? Intellectually, I understand the psychology behind all of those things. But I still don't get it. I don't think I'll ever get it.

Guilt trips, emotional blackmail, reverse psychology, peer pressure -- they all don't work on me. Not really. It's like, whatever part of the brain it is that causes people to act and react in these twisted ways is disconnected in me. It doesn't work. I just don't get it.

It's like when I was a kid and my parents split up and people would say to me, "You know it's not your fault, right?" And I'd be like, "Duh! Why would it be? I wasn't married to them." And I always felt like kids who did think their parents' divorce was their fault were stupid.

And that's the problem with Jane Eyre. I think she's stupid. The End. Yes, she's starved for love, and yes, Rochester is the first man she's really ever met (who counts, I mean), and yes, she's constricted by her time and class and whatever, I don't care, she's still a MORON! Intellectually, yes, I know why she does the things she does. But I still don't get it. It makes no sense to me.

I cannot comprehend letting someone treat you that way. I cannot comprehend allowing someone to make you feel that way. I literally cannot comprehend it. I just can't wrap my mind around it all. It doesn't make sense to me.

And to people who think this is some backlash from my dad or whatever: Guess what? It's not. Because I've always hated Cinderella. It has nothing to do with being angry or hating men or anything like that. It's just that a part of my brain doesn't work (or a part of my brain actually does?).

And you know what? I'm perfectly okay with that.
trinsy: (I can see that)
 Dear People Who Sit Next To Me And Whisper Random Comments,

75% of the time, I have absolutely no idea what you just said to me.  I'm only nodding and laughing because 95% of the time, that's the response you're looking for.

Please either enunciate and speak louder, or shut up.  Your choice.
trinsy: (are you my mummy?)
You know, school becomes significantly less stressful when you stop actually caring.

Which has taken me, let's see, all of two weeks to do.

Which is even more pathetic when you take into account that this is probably the second longest I've lasted.  *snerk* That's what he said!
trinsy: (physics)
 You know, I'm really sick of all these blood bank commercials.

I'M SORRY GIVING BLOOD RUINED MY HEALTH, OKAY?!?!?

I'm sorry I'm selfish and hundreds of people will probably die because I'd rather be able to exercise for more than fifteen minutes without getting faint and dizzy and short of breath!  I get it, I'm a terrible person.  Now can we please, please stop with the guilt trips already?

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