I'd rather play at hug o'war

Not only did I make straight As this past semester, I apparently made a ONE HUNDRED on my Intermediate Algebra final. Needless to say I am still fucking reeling over that one. All I can say, as I told the girls on Saturday night, was God was in that room with me and He was most definitely aiding me. I...I just don't make As in math, okay? I studied my ass off for the final, attending three final reviews, but still. I...yeah.

Speaking of the girls and Saturday night, I was out for Tiff's bachelorette shindig. We went to see Sex and the City 2, which was pretty much horrifying from start to finish ( Spoilers, yo. ) After Cultural Anthropology this past semester, I know that it's perfectly fine to think someone backwards and/or disagree with their viewpoint, but when you are A GUEST IN THEIR FUCKING HOUSE/COUNTRY, you show them some fucking respect. I also loved that Charlotte continued to be the voice of that tiny bit of tradition that lurks inside Carrie. It explains so much of why their friendship is so awesome and awkward to watch at times.

We had a limo to get us around to all of Tiff's favorite places (the theme of the evening) so we all proceeded to get pretty fucking drunk. First, margaritas at Azteca's, and then two shots at Delany's appropriately named "Wedding Cake." Honestly, those were actually pretty fucking awesome because it actually tasted like cake with a maraschino cherry on top. At the end of the evening, the bride-to-be puked (seriously, it sounded like a shower because it was ALLLLLL liquid) in the driveway of her house, then stood up like nothing had just occurred to literally bring her to her knees, and said, "Now I can go to church," and walked up her front walk. When I texted her the next day, she was like, "I totes don't remember that." Which only furthered the awesomeness of the event, especially after Ogechi, Del, and I looked after her like, "Uh, so really, that just happened, yeah?"

Anyway, now I'm in College Algebra hell, but Dr. Smith, my Intro to Algebra teacher, is the captain of this boat so I feel as if I'm in good hands. I just need to make a B. I want an A just because, but I will totes settle for a B; I just don't want to have to repeat this shit come the fall.

My Lit & Film professor is an actor, as is his wife, and apparently back in the day, his wife went through a few auditions with Adam Lambert when he came here to TUTS (that's Theater Under the Stars for non-Houstonians; this is also where Chandra Wilson, a.k.a. HBIC FOREVER, got her start as well). ALSO ALSO ALSO, my prof met JIM PARSONS, who also went to my soon-to-be school, University of Houston, several times as they did the audition circuit down here. I'm like three from THE Glambert AND SHELDON on the Kevin Bacon thingamajig. Yes, it's tenuous at best but lemme have this, 'kay? DON'T BE A BUNCH OF FUN-SUCKERS, Y'ALL. Of course, it still doesn't beat being three from Ben McKenzie. Yeah, that's the fun factoid of the last SEVERAL MILLENNIA.

[Error: unknown template qotd]The Secret History by Donna Tartt. I've read it cover to cover multiple times, but I've also gone back to it, flipped it open to wherever, and just read from there. It taught me about description and how not to overwrite but still to pack a punch in your prose.

As for whether or not I discover something new: It reminds me of what my LIt & Film professor just lectured on. We're covering Amadeus right now, and he brought up the fact that Shaffer reworked the play after it had already gone to Broadway and been adapted for the screen. Essentially, his hypothesis is that Shaffer, as he'd gotten older, had felt the story needed reworking because he had changed. This is how I feel about The Secret History. I have gotten older (I first read it at twenty-two), so the story has changed only for the better to me, especially the Camilla/Henry subplot.

I'm going to need some Cate/Baze, like, STAT. I mean, I love Ryan (who knew Kerr could act? Better yet, who knew I could forgive him his oh-so-asshattedness during Dawson's Creek simply because he is so lovely as Ryan? Yeah, I don't know either, folks.), but there is just something to be said for a couple of idiots who still haven't recovered from that thing that happened that one time in high school. ALSO I LOVE THE TROPE. It's why I adored the Chris/Lorelai dynamic so much and was more than slightly happy (and eventually disappointed) that they explored their coupling in the final season of Gilmore girls. Hell, I wrote a FIC for chrissakes, putting Rory in a similar situation I love it so much.

...ANYWAY, that outline for chapter two isn't going to do itself. UNFORTUNATELY. Professor Foley, if I haven't said so already (and I haven't because I only want to take this fucknut of a course once), I really loathe your teaching style.

Sometimes I think it's impossible for me to love the Garner-Affleck family more than I already do, and then these pics happen. TOO FUCKING ADORABLE.

For those who find the song of choice in Jill and Kevin's Wedding Entrance Video questionable, they've set up a website with links to the Sheila Wellstone Institute so you can donate to combat domestic violence.

I need to get the 16th anniversary edition of The Virgin Suicides just for that cover.

Also! Also! He says his new novel is only two to three years away! I AM VERY EXCITED ABOUT THIS, CLEARLY.

My god, Trace is taking his doucheyness to heretofore unseen heights. I guess you two were only dating when it gets your pathetic ass some publicity, then?

I would not be lying when I say that this is a completely accurate description of Houston in the summer. Please, now, hold on, everyone, the line to come for a visit starts to the left of me.

I applied for this position at Einstein Bros. Bagels on Friday, and I already have a callback for a telephone interview. I'm kind of freaking out right now. I love the idea of working for this company; I could maybe work this into a transfer when I move to Austin next year (to say that I am not looking forward to the agonizing process of looking for a job once I get there, well, let me put this way: I haven’t been without a job since I was seventeen years old); and the position sounds like it would be busy and different and headachey but I'm excited at the prospect. It's just – I haven't had the best of luck lately. Hell, I've been trying to get out of my current situation since about a year in, and I recently celebrated four wonderful years in this department. So.

*FINGERS CROSSED*

I have also maybe spent the better part of an hour and a half listening to Neil's ode to Pepperidge Farm cookies on repeat.