Guess who decided to write about pirates for her NaNo, but doesn't know anything in the world at all about ships?

ME THAT'S RIGHT IT WAS ME YOU GUYS

Wikipedia, I hope you are mostly right, but more than that I hope that nobody who knows anything about sailing ever sees what I've done.

Are the kind of people who litter simply more likely to smoke cigarettes?

So the test I took this morning - pretty sure it will be the worst score I have ever received on a test in my life.  We are talking like, 30%.

And I really wouldn't even care - after all, this is grad school, and anyway, it's not like everyone else was happy with it - except that now I'll have to go to class next week and face the teach, and he is going to think I'm some sort of idiot who cannot do maths.

Which is true, but I didn't want him to know that.

I've suffered enough, in any case - now it's time to relax and NaNo my little heart out.

is probably Martina the Beautiful Cockroach.

Seriously, you guys.

Seriously.

I love children's books and picture books of all types, especially precious sweet romantic ones with incredible illustrations, and that this is.

Look it up on Amazon, or its own little website, beautifulmartina.com.  Or just go and buy it.  If you ever liked children's books at all, now is the time to act.

Okay, so I've talked about the prince from Beauty and the Beast before.

Well.  Knowing that I love picture books of all kinds, and fairy tale books in particular, my mum and sister will pick them up for me from library cast-off sales and such.  My mum found me a Disney BatB one a while back, and I flipped through it expectantly, because the prince is always the best part.

I wasn't disappointed.

( And behold. )

My pet peeve:

People on Flickr who visit Disneyland for one day of a two-week vacation and then tag all two thousand vacay photos with "Mickey Mouse".

INCONSIDERATE.

In cooler news that is totally considerate, though, my sister found a Tiana doll for the first time this week at Meijer, and she brought it home for me.  She has dimples. <3

My mum went to Lowe's the other night and came back with, among other things, a great big ShamWow box (!!), because it was apparently on sale for really cheap, and I was like whaaaat, and nobody in my family knew what I was talking about.  Not even my baby sister, who is supposed to have my back on this.

I feel so alone.  What the heck, guys, get with the internets, GOSH. 

It even had that picture of Vince right on the box.

Please God please God let it never be Monday.

And if it has to be Monday

Please God let it never be Tuesday.

Things aren't all bad, though.  I got some sexy Disney pins this week.  Also, it's a secret, but I'mma totally gonna try to finally draw a sweet Sailor Moon picture this week.  I've been meaning to do so since the beginning of recorded time (seriously, like all through college) and I just haven't gotten around to it.  I WAS BUSY OKAY GOSH.

Anyway, that is my modest goal for the next four years:  Draw Sailor Moon.  Wish me luck!

So, pretty much, I think I can do this whole grad school thing.  But I will be honest with you - at 6:30 or so this morning, it looked pretty bleak.

Lunchtime helped.  Over senior year I got into this comfy noontime habit of reading Jane Austen in my car with my sammich.

However, I was also thinking how much I would rather be at D23 this weekend than at school.  But I don't want to think about D23 because it pains me.  I'll try and ignore it until it's over and read about the cool stuff then, just so I won't sit around thinking I am missing it right now why is that happening

Also, today is 9-9-09 - and I realized that I know exactly where I was ten years ago.  On 9-9-99, my family went to Six Flags Great Am, and my brother and I rode Shockwave six times without getting off.  There was no line because the coaster was old and bumpy and it boxed your ears when you went through the loops, but we didn't care.  It's gone now - they tore it down to make room for Superman: Ultimate Flight.   Whooaa, I'm so old.  I even put gas in my car today all by myself, which is pretty amazing.

I have to leave for school again in fourteen hours - time to watch some movies!

watching Demolition Man at three am, sittin' around in my Mickey Mouse: Rock Star pajama trousers 'cause I don't have to get up until noon tomorrow -

This is why I don't want school to start.

I am pretty excited about my textbooks though.  They make me feel smart - I kind of remember some of the stuff they are talking about.

Still, Sylvester Stallone would be better than getting up at 6AM.  I'm just sayin'.

school starts next week already, this is my last week of summer vacation like, ever.

wait, what?

...is suggestive fanart that looks like it was drawn by a twelve-year-old.

Adult-topic fanart is something I'm picky about anyway, but this is just so NO.  And I realize that, most of the time, the artist isn't really twelve, they just draw like they're twelve - but somehow ... that doesn't really help.

"The conversations in the Cooper books have a curious sound in our modern ears. To believe that such talk really ever came out of people's mouths would be to believe that there was a time when time was of no value to a person who thought he had something to say; when it was the custom to spread a two-minute remark out to ten; when a man's mouth was a rolling-mill, and busied itself all day long in turning four-foot pigs of thought into thirty-foot bars of conversational railroad iron by attenuation; when subjects were seldom faithfully stuck to, but the talk wandered all around and arrived nowhere; when conversations consisted mainly of irrelevancies, with here and there a relevancy, a relevancy with an embarrassed look, as not being able to explain how it got there."

Oh, Mr. Twain. <3 <3 <3

I passed my mother going into the kitchen this morning, and she told me "I was laying awake worrying about you this morning.  That means it's time to start panicking about getting you ready for grad school."

I love my mother.

Also, I had a nice conversation with Babes about time travel in movies.  We agreed that there are two basic schools of thought - clean time travel, and messy time travel.  They are self-explanatory, basically.  Messy time travel movies are always about the thing itself and fixing the stuff you screwed up, whereas clean time travel is where you get to discover the new world with Columbus or whatever you wanna do.  Clean is more fun, but messy is more interesting.

Oh, and Val - Murder on the Links!  The twist was lame, but at least we got Teddy.  The ending was hideous, though, so I'm really not sure we came out on top after all.  Next time, let's find one with Japp - I missed him.

Now I'm going to draw princess dresses that are SO FLOOFY.  People don't know what I'm really capable of, because I keep the worst of it off the internets.  You'd be shocked if you knew.

So I finally know why everybody has always been all oooh Floyd Gottfredson! 

(If you don't already know who he is, you won't care when I tell you.)

He's the guy who drew the Mickey Mouse comics for years and years, and wrote a nice chunk of them too.

(Told you.)

People who care about this sort of thing always talk about how Mickey used to have a personality, and Floyd Gottfredson is part of the reason why.  Personally, I never minded the 'nice' version, but it's not hard to see that the character has been pretty watered down over time, at some points worse than others.  But, again, I don't really mind - niceness is an acceptable quality.

Still, the kid used to have some cheek, and it's hard not to dig that a great deal.  All I know is that I'd die to see the following scene play out on House of Mouse or something.
( Mickey and Mortimer )

My brother and my second-oldest cousin graduated today - my brother with a Master's and my cousin finishing his grad work for PT.

Between birthdays and all, it's just been one family event after another all summer, so it's darn lucky we all get along.

Anyway, the commencement was nice, even if I did have to get up at seven-thirty on a Sunday to get there.  At our uni (I say ours because that's where I just finished undergrad), they ask you not to applaud until everyone from that school is finished, so they can rattle off the names without taking ten years.  But somebody always does it anyway, and usually includes a huge screech of what logically must be delight, but sounds like having your nose hairs tweezered, as well.  For whatever reason, I find this really annoying.  I mean, dude, did you disobey your parents too?  Are you a troublemaker?

Besides, it makes you both look bad.  As everybody knows - the louder the cheers, the closer the student came to not making it.

Of course, we are all smartypants in my family, so we sit there silent, with no readable facial expressions.  As it should be.

But no, it was nice.  Only four years of graduate work and I get to go to another one!

Big news!

I finally got rid of the stupid keyboard that I've detested for months.

I only had that one because my brother had an extra when I needed one, so I just took it.  But it was horrible.  A sample of my complaints:

-Keyboard had a really huge base and a ton of extra buttons, so was bloated and oversized on my tiny desk
-Paint was super cheap and half the letters wore off in like, six months.
-Keyboard had a lighted scrollbar and a bunch of other random lights, and I leave my computer on at night half the time, so I had to cover up the lights, which couldn't be turned off.
-The keyboard wouldn't work if you hit reset - only if I shut down completely and rebooted.
-Running a pencil sharpener on the same desk sometimes made the keyboard stop working too.
-One of the extra buttons on the keyboard shut down the computer.  Guess how many times I bumped it by mistake.
-The gaps between keys were really broad, which means the board collected dust and eraser shavings like they were going out of style.

Anyway, now I have a spiffy new keyboard and I'm so happy.  The only drawback is that the touch is totally different, and I'm making a lot of typos while I'm getting used to it.  But still. 

You know.  It's the little victories you treasure.

The highlight of my week thus far:

Watching a video of Mickey and Minnie doing Meet and Greet at WDW and kissing a cute little boy, who promptly informs them that "that makes you spread germs".

It could be Playstation or whatever the kids are playing nowadays - but there was something so charming about the days of pixelly little sprites.

-Alice's first weapon would be a ribbon that she snaps at things.  Later on, she could gain a croquet mallet and a paintbrush - maybe even a parasol eventually!

-The Hatter would be the first person to join her party.  He fights with china and silver, of course - teapots and cups and spoons and saucers. 

-The March Hare would use food items.  He might also be the 'healer' of the party, dispensing restorative bonbons or somesuch.

-The Cheshire Cat would be an optional character - if he doesn't join your party at the initial meeting, he'll disappear for a while, only to pop up again at the Queen's palace later in the game.  He snaps at things with his tail and can attack an enemy from behind.  Sweet!

-Healing items would be Drink Me bottles.  Carrots would restore MP or tech points.  Mushrooms would cure status effects.  Cups of tea would revive a fallen party member.

-The first boss would be a giant cookie tin that says EAT ME, but when you approach it, it opens to reveal huge razor-sharp teeth and snaps at you for damage.

-Final boss?  Ooo, some sort of Queen of Hearts/Jabberwocky fusion, heck yes.

What would you add?