So. I am going to write about Merlin, something I have avoided doing because so far season 2 has been a massive disappointment. But things were looking up. The last few eps were fun and awesome and I could ignore all the things the ever so slightly bothered me (like Morgana having been cut out of the show).

But this episode. The thing is, this episode was actually quite fun. I highly enjoyed myself up until the last 30 seconds, and then all I could do was be utterly pissed at Merlin and Gaius for being such ASSHOLES. And you know what? Most people who watched this ep would probably not even know why. Let me explain in 2 words: Lady Viviane

( click for slight slight spoilers and bitching )

Tags: fanfic, merlin, tv
Current Mood: annoyed

So it's Thursday which means Supernatural! I did this thing where I wrote down all my thoughts as I watched it instead of simply screaming out my comments. It makes me feel less pathetic because I am no longer talking to myself, I am sharing my thoughts with all of you! It's also kind of hard to pay attention to the television and write down everything, so parts may be a little disjointed. Be warned for abuse of capslock and SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS although the chances of anyone understanding any of my thoughts while not actually watching the show are slim to none.

( My brain on Supernatural )

Tags: supernatural, tv

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ALSO ALSO THE PREVIEW FOR END OF TIME OMG

WEEPS IS IT CHRISTMAS YET???

Tags: doctor who

Woooow, so it’s been a while since I posted anything, but really, I had nothing to say that I didn’t already communicate on the phone to the two people who read this. Mostly. I am so tired right now, but for some reason instead of sleeping I’m posting an entry? Why? See the title.

Quick acknowledgement of the AWESOME time over Halloween (even though someone who shall remain nameless got me SICK it was totally worth it :p). That being said let’s move on to present time.

Ok, so really, I want to talk about my weekend, which was exhausting and mostly fun.

( My weekend, let me show you it )

In other news, I’m very excited about the new Doctor Who that just came out, and will watch it sometime tomorrow. Along with Smallville, because suddenly somehow this show that I really only ever watched bits and pieces of in the first three seasons has sunk its hooks into me.

Tags: my life
Current Mood: exhausted

So recently I applied to be an advisor to BBYO (B'nai Brith Youth Organization). For those of you who don't know, it's a Jewish youth group that tries to teach teens leadership skills, keep them connected to their religion, and help them meet people socially. I was involved in high school and it was a lot of fun. My chapter was actually the teeny tiny chapter that had about 10 active members as opposed to the other BBG (girls' chapter; boys are AZA) chapter at our JCC, which had over 30 active. The year I graduated practically everyone was a senior and graduated with me. I heard later that the two chapters ended up combining since mine was too small to support itself. Anyway, it was a lot of fun, and it helped me meet a lot of people, so I thought not only would being an advisor be enjoyable and help me get out of the house, but it would also look good on my resume, if the company I'm co-oping at doesn't offer me a full time job. I had my interview yesterday and it went well, although there were a few moments of me being a moron:

Interviewer: What would you say your favorite memory of being in BBYO was?
Me: ...
Me: ...
Me: Um. Give me a minute.
Interviewer: You were involved in this organization for 4 years and you don't remember one thing about it?
Me: It's not my fault ok? I caught an amnesia disease from this girl who doesn't remember ANYTHING about her high school life. Fear for my future.

Ok, it wasn't nearly that bad; it only took a second for me to recall something, and more memories came back as the interview went on. I don't know if you can tell, but I didn't really do any prep for this interview, because, I mean, it's a volunteer position and I know I'm qualified. The point is, a lot of stuff is still fuzzy. People, I was PRESIDENT of my chapter for a year, and before that I was secretary. I put on and attended a ton of events and conventions, of which I remember approximately 5. 7 if I'm being generous. And most of the stuff I remember, I remember because of some negative aspect that made it stick in my head. I finally understand why people keep diaries (or for those who are too intellectual for diaries, journals. Also LOL VAMPIRE DIARIES LOL). Despite the fact that the diaries I did keep when I was a tiny tot were indescribably boring (even to me, which says something about the way I document my days. Plus, someone who shall remain nameless already told me that she didn't comment on one of my previous posts because it was BORING, yeah, you know who you are amnesia girl. I wouldn't judge if I were you) I kind of want to start writing down really awesome stuff that happens to me just so I'll remember it. Because I know I had a lot of great times in BBYO...it's just a little blurry. I do remember the people though, even I can't recall actual social interaction with them.

Speaking of diaries my younger self wrote, I was rereading it last time I was home, and do you know what I noticed? I was a 'we' girl. I'm a twin, so when I was growing up, I never did anything just by myself. It was always my brother and I who went somewhere or played a game or what have you. The word 'I' rarely entered my diary entries. This trend actually kept up until college, even though my bro and I started having more separate lives in middle school and definitely split in high school, though we always shared at least one class. I remember talking to people even in college and saying that 'we' were going to do something or go somewhere, and people looking at me weirdly. I finally (mostly) ditched the 'we' by graduation, thank goodness. However, I know normally the 'we' thing is actually a couple thing rather than a sibling thing, and I have the uncomfortable feeling that if I ever do get involved in a relationship, the we comments will come back into my vocabulary very very easily.

As an aside, the title doesn't have anything to do with my post. I just like it.

So I was at Friday night services on, you guessed it, Friday night, and the congregation was doing a responsive reading in English, where the rabbi reads a line, then we read a line, etc. and I started inwardly freaking out because it was ALL WRONG. Let me explain. I have been going to Friday night services practically since I was born, and it's always the same. The same prayers, mostly the same tunes, although sometimes we get crazy and add a bit of pizzaz to the song, but nothing really changes. For 19 years of my life I have done this service (I don't count college, I didn't really go to anything other than high holiday services unless I was home). The point is, this passage we were reading? I can pretty much say the words without looking at them. In fact, I have. And then I realized: No, I couldn't.

I never really thought about the English translation of the Hebrew. I mean, I've pretty much only ever gone to one synagogue. So Friday, when I was reading the English, it was so weird. It actually took me a while to realize why I was stuttering over the words and off beat in comparison to the rest of the congregation (which was kinda embarrassing because it almost sounded like I couldn't read), because it's almost exactly the same. The differences are minute, like shortening a sentence, using God instead of lord, or enemies instead of attackers (I know, religion, it's violent right?). It was almost like having double vision, because I could see the words in front of me, but I could hear slightly different words with the same meaning in my head.

So I started paying more attention to the prayers. The thing is, even though I can read Hebrew (just don't ask me to translate, I have no idea what I'm saying), I've pretty much memorized all the prayers since my Bat Mitzvah in eighth grade, so the amount of attention I pay to the sedor is normally minimal. And I noticed something else: in the silent Amidah, they (the rabbis? the writers of the Torah? Who is this mysterious they?) added Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel, and Leah to Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. You guys, this made me so happy. Well, ok, no, at first I was like WTF are these new Hebrew words in my Amidah ruining my flow through the prayer. And then I realized what the Hebrew meant and was all...yay for woman power! I actually realized without looking at the English translation because they are names and well, Sarah still sounds like Sarah, and I know Rivkah is Rebecca, etc, it just took me a minute. I was really happy they included Leah, because of all the girls in the bible, I feel like she got shafted the worst. I mean, think about it. First of all, she was the older, unwanted sister whose father forced her to marry a guy who most definitely did not want to marry her. So then, she had to play second fiddle to her younger sister and was stuck in what was probably a pretty crappy marriage. But she did her "duty" and had kids, lots of kids, but of course it's Rachel's son, Joseph, who was the favored one. And it's totally not his fault, but think about it. She loves her kids, is crazy about them, but no matter what they do, they will always be second best to their father simply because she is their mother. I mean, that's got to suck. Can you tell that I've always thought that Leah was way more interesting then Rachel?

Also, on a completely different, but still slightly religious topic, I've had this half a story floating through my head for weeks now. Back during DragonCon, when I was at Leonard Nimoy's panel, he talked about Greek mythology and how people used to have 4 legs and arms, and 2 heads, until Zeus cut them apart because he is a paranoid bastard and can't take the competition, and that person he cut away is your soulmate. So I was thinking, you know, how romantic, the other half of you, blah blah blah, and then I thought, you know what would really suck? Meeting someone, falling in love, making a good life together, and then having this person, your soulmate, walk into your life and screw everything up. I mean, sure, everyone wants to meet the person who completes them, but let's be realistic. If you can't have perfection, you settle for what you can get. And what you can get is pretty darn good. So this guy walks in, and suddenly, you hear the birds singing, and the sun shines brighter (even if you're in Georgia and it's raining), and for the first time you feel like you can breathe; like you've found someone who completely understands you, who knows everything about you, loves all that you are, and fits perfectly into any jagged places inside you. Romantic right? Only, you've got this husband, who's a really good guy, who you love, even if it's not in the soulmate way, and you have a beautiful daughter who is the real love of your life. And I was just imagining the conversation between the husband and wife, and well, it's long and not really coherent, but here are two lines from it:

Wife: I loved you first
Husband: No you didn't. You just met me first.

Deep right? I don't know what happened to me. I have always been a romantic (or so I thought). I adore trashy romance novels and stories that end in happily ever after. When I was younger, I thought the whole soulmate thing was awesome, and people should only be so lucky. Now? I find it slightly disturbing. The thing is, the body learns to compensate for what it's missing. Take a phantom limb for example. You can still feel it, even though it's not there, because the brain puts that sensation somewhere else. Like, if you lost an arm, you'd feel a touch against your hand when someone touched your shoulder or something. Um, let me also say I am in no way a medical student and my knowledge of how the brain works is minuscule so it's very likely I may be saying this wrong. But the point is, humans learn to live without soulmates. And then suddenly, bam, he walks into your life, or someone finally comes up with a way to make automail in reality and they attach it to you. But do you still feel that phantom touch, along with the real one? I don't think I'm even making any sense at this point. At least not to anyone but myself.

So then I started thinking about love. Actually, this is a lie. I was watching A Walk to Remember yesterday, and it got me thinking about love; anyway, in the movie, they said that quote Love is patient, love is kind, blah blah blah. And all I could think was no, love is SELFISH. Love is one of the most selfish things around. Ok, maybe it makes you selfless in relation to the person you're in love with, but to the rest of the world? Hell no. Think about it. People would let the world burn to save someone they loved. Parents divorce and break their children's hearts because they fall 'in love' with someone else. It's almost like love gives you tunnel vision. You can't even see the effects on anything else.

I don't think there's really a point to this entry. It's mostly a collection of random thoughts. A really long collection of random thoughts. If you got to the end of this, then I congratulate you.

So there are a lot of movies currently out that I want to see. I feel like this is weird for me, although I don't know why since I've always enjoyed movies. Behold, my list:

Gamer: Kind of like Gladiator, but higher tech. Plus, it has Gerard Butler in it, so you know I HAVE to see it.
Fame: I like the song. Is that not a good enough reason?
9: Post apocalyptic world of DOOM. Also: Tim Burton. Come on people.
Surrogate: Similar to the Terminator in that it has sentient robots, but also completely different in that the sentient robots are actually inhabited by real people. And Bruce Willis, who can be extraordinarily hot despite the fact that he is 54-ish

Huh, is 4 considered a lot of movies? I don't even know. Also, the reasons why I want to see the movies seem very...shallow. Is this a bad thing?

Truthfully, I'm bored and wasting time until 10, because my brother invited me out for drinks with him and some of the fraternity and I then invited Basketball Girl, so I'm hoping that turns out fun. But now I don't have anything to do til ten. I could run. Or read. Dollhouse starts at 9, and I want to watch it, but once I start will I have the willpower to get off the couch and go to the bar? Hmmm...tomorrow I will catch up with Psych and Dollhouse. It's funny how my life has started to revolve around TV, but it does seem to make the days pass faster.

No really. Have you ever seen those guys? You know, the ones who run shirtless outside with their stomachs hanging out of their shorts? Yeah, no one wants to see that. I would never wear a bikini in public, so would you please please just wear a shirt? We'll make a deal. I won't make you look at my stomach, if you won't make me look at yours.

Speaking of attractiveness, I've been thinking about what really makes people attractive. I mean, there's obviously the body, abs, arms, butt, legs, but what is it about a person that screams 'I really am just that good looking, you know you want to tap this. Hard.' Is it the package as a whole, is it partly personality (because people get better looking the more you like them. And also, based on my TV crushes, apparently being all evil and blowing shit up is hot), is it the way individual features fit together, or what? One feature that's always gotten me has been eyes, although this could partly be because I feel like my eyes are my best feature and I am slightly narcissistic. Apparently, what I find pretty on me I find hot on other people. Objectively. Do I really want to think about what this says about me?

In other news: HI SUN IT'S BEEN SO LONG I'VE MISSED YOU. NOW WHERE IS MY WINTER? It's gotten warmer. I'm hoping for snow. Eventually. When winter finally arrives. At least the rain has stopped. It's funny though because I recently read Radiant Darkness by Emily Whitman which is pretty much another take on the whole Persephone and Hades myth, and am I the only one who looked at Georgia and thought...hmmmm, first drought, then floods. I think someone pissed off a Goddess. Although after watching Supernatural tonight, and then contemplating the fires out in California and the aforementioned droughts and floods, I'm thinking it might not be a God(dess) we have to worry about. Side Note - Supernatural: OH BOYS (And yes, Cas gets included in that)

My life has gotten more adventuresome in that it's the High Holidays (Shana Tova aka Happy New Year!) and so I went out and partied hardy with my bro's fraternity brothers. Ok, so by party, I mean dinner, and then lunch the next day with services in between, but the food was DELICIOUS. I have been cooking for myself, and by cooking I mean sandwiches and the microwave. My people, though, we don't mess around with food. These meals were done up right. This weekend: Yom Kippur so it will be fasting during the day, but I'm expecting great things from the pre- and post dinners. I'm also meeting really nice people, so hopefully this will do something for my social life.

I also FINALLY got a library card but the libraries are tiny and make me want to cry. PEOPLE THERE IS NOT EVEN A SCI FI OR MYSTERY SECTION. It's ok, though, because apparently a little thing like that didn't stop me from reserving about 20 books. I went on Sunday to pick them up, and they'd made me my own little reserved section since all my books didn't fit in the usual place. Did I mention tiny? Whatever, that's what the internet is for. And it's making me read books that I've always meant to read but never have because the shiny is distracting and then I forget. Like Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and American Gods, both of which are now sitting on my bedroom floor with about 12 other books. I'm very excited. And I don't mean that sarcastically.

In conclusion: So long and thanks for all the fish!

Ok, yes, it is nice that it's not 908457832 degrees F in Georgia like it is in Florida, but all this rain? Needs to stop. Well, no. It can rain as long as I am a) not outside and b)not attempting to go outside. Seriously, I thought summer in Florida was bad, but I feel like all it ever does here is rain. Witness my experience trying to leave work yesterday. Soaked to the skin. And then I got even more wet when I tried to be a good Samaritan:

Me: *In car. Wet. Eyes people standing under covering at the front of the building* Maybe I'll pull up in front of the curb and give some of them a ride to their cars
*Attempts to pull up close to building. Fails by about 5 feet. Or, you know. More*
Me: *Cracks down window. Rain pelts inside* (shouts) Anyone need a ride to their car?
*Blank stares*
Me: Maybe they can't hear me. Shouts louder: Anyone need a ride to their car?
People huddled under covering: Why is that crazy girl in the gorgeous blue 2009 Toyota Corolla which does not even look like someone rammed the back of it sitting there with her window open? Does she like getting the inside of her car soaking wet?

Needless to say, no one got a ride. Whatever. They're all wusses anyway. Who can't take a little downpour?

In other news, I reached the mythical runner's trance the other day. I seriously didn't think it existed. I thought lying skinny bitches made it up to taunt those of us who do not like to run. But apparently, I was wrong. It was really cool. 15 minutes went by and I didn't even notice! Of course, after I did notice, I started looking at the time every minute or so. But whatever. I'm actually contemplating on whether I want to increase my speed or my time, since now that I'm a better runner, on the treadmill anyway, I need to up the odds. I feel like I should increase my speed, but if I do, then I might actually realize that no, I have no stamina. I just run REALLY SLOWLY.

And finally, because I can't post on Thursdays without mentioning it: Supernatural. I do not want to talk about it. Or even think about it (except for the fact that, somehow, Misha Collins gets hotter ever episode. It's like magic. Or angel mojo). Oh show. I watch you for a multitude of reasons, chief among them the pretty. No, let's be honest, I watch for 2 reasons, and their names are Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles (Misha Collins is a recent addition, so I guess it's 3 now). I do not watch for deep and meaningful conversations or plot or whatever. You are NOT supposed to pull a Torchwood and rip my heart out! Ok, so it's really nothing like Torchwood, but when I think of angst now, I think of Children of Earth. I can't help it. The point is: STOP BEING ANGSTY. START BEING HAPPY.

Tags: my life, supernatural, tv

So first, let me talk about Vampire Diaries. I read the books when I was younger, but I have very little memory of them. And by ‘very little’ I mean none. However! I did thoroughly enjoy the first episode. Especially the last 15 minutes.

( Quick Summary  )

Next up: Supernatural. The show which alternately had me howling in laughter and then pain. Or really, pain and then laughter. Oh show. Why do you torture me? There was one scene, though, which was utterly amazing. Cut for tiny, tiny spoilers.

( The thing is, I’m kind of a slut )

All in all, a very productive television night. Thursday nights are going to be awesome. Which is a good thing considering that LEVERAGE HAS ENDED UNTIL JANUARY!! If anyone else is all WTF, you are not alone. The season finale was excellent of course, but I’m sad that there are no more episodes for months and months. It’s a good thing I have these two shows, not to mention Gossip Girl starts up on Monday. Have I mentioned that I love Fall yet?

Tags: tv