I Don't Like It In Here

The always inappropriate Sarah just left after a weekend visit full of debauchery and limes. We sat, we ate, we drank, we lied, we talked about Josh Groban a lot, and we started a war.
If you like these, then follow us on Twitter because this war ain't slowin' down. Feel free to join in and help insult Sarah (hint: she really likes A.I.: Artificial Intelligence). But really, it was a great weekend. Sarah and I understand each other like Dick and Constance. We both take our vodka shots with lime and enjoy naming other people's dogs after hilarious classical pop singers.

Ok, that first one wasn't true. That was just drunken me who didn't realize that I was holding vodka and not tequila, but I'm pretty sure I still made her do it. Totally counts. One of the funniest parts of the weekend (all parts of Friday night that I don't remember excluded) was when Sarah, Claude, and I were in my bed and I was about half-asleep when Sarah full on woke me up to go "Sadie! Sadie! What if instead of 'Too good to be forgotten' it was 'Too good to be au gratin!' Like with a potato!" So Happy Lisa Bonet & Dean McDermott's birthday. This one's for you guys:

A Gift to You on This Very Special day

Today, as I'm sure few of you know, is Veterans Day, a holiday no one really gives a fuck about. No one except LaQuesha that is.

Many years ago, back in a small town called Urbana, there was a girl named KT. Now KT went to public school where she became used to people saying hilarious, but very stupid things (ex: "Watergate? Ain't that a type of Gatorade?"). One thing did stand out to KT though, and it went on to become one of her personal favorite (as well as mine) catchphrases generated from Urbana High School.

Setting: First day of school
We open on all the kids standing up, saying there name and two things about themselves. It's now LaQuesha's turn.

LaQ: My name's LaQuesha. And I liked fried chicken and Vet'ranssss Day.
Teacher: Umm.....LaQuesha, why do you like Veterans Day so much?
LaQ [very sassy]: Cause---ain't--nobody else--like-Vet--rrrannnsss-Day.

So lets all honor our military veterans (and LaQuesha) with some good ol' fashion fried chicken and hilarity today.

Happy Veterans Day!

New Addition

There's been a new addition to my List. Let's all give a warm round of applause to my latest obsession: Donald "Not Danny" Glover.
You might recognize him as Troy from everyone's new favorite show, Community. Donald had already stolen my heart away from Joel McHale (quite a task), but when I recently learned that 30 Rock hired him while he was still in college to write for their show my love for him got so big it could no longer fit inside me and I actually had to share it with Claude. Then, I go to his Twitter only to see that he loves Bored to Death. Then, I go to his website only to see that he had written this:

"Yes, I know. It's been a long time...we shouldn't left...without a dope sketh to laugh to...RIP Aaliyah."

True. Fucking. Love.

You Always Listen to the Counting Crows When You're Upset

I don't care if it's officially the weekend now. All I want to do tonight is sit on my futon under my roommate's cheetah Snuggie and watch geeky TV. Of course, the show I really want to watch is a bitch to watch online and somehow I have not obtained the full series DVD box set yet. In case you couldn't guess the show, I'm talking about Roswell. What a show. Top drawer, really. Sarah is such a goddess for bringing that into my life. Of course, if she hadn't I wouldn't be so upset with my lack of alien teen drama right now. But, to quote Max, "Well, we can't win 'em all."

(That came from one of my favorite episodes. It's the one where Max and Kyle get drunk and stalk Liz and Max changes her friends faces in a photograph all to his. HILARITY!).

To try to paint you a picture of how awesome this show is just read this review courtesy of imdb.com (I've highlighted the best parts):

20 out of 21 people found the following comment useful :-
Roswell is - love in midst of mystery, trust in midst of fear and belief in midst of heresy., 28 November 2001

Roswell- mystery, enigma. There is some thing in Roswell that I can't put my finger on. And it is this that makes Roswell so very special. And suddenly - I believe in aliens. Whenever I see any of the episodes I feel as if everything is happening around me, as if I am one with the show. The characters of Roswell would stand out among a million others. Max, Michael, Isabelle, Liz and Maria - bonded by a secret. Max - so calm, so composed. Liz - unsure, disturbed yet optimistic. Michael- wild, impulsive. Isabel- though haughty yet with a faint touch of meekness. Maria- unsteady, 'on the edge' but true. Liz and Max, when together, depict everything beautiful in this world. The chemistry between them is so wonderful that it could make anyone wish to fall in love (all over again). The words spoken between them make time stand still, and make me feel like I'm the only audience to the most beautiful thing of the world. They, like, share an unspoken promise that, no matter what, they'd forever stand by each other. This is what that makes their relationship so special. It is a special relationship between special people The rest of the cast too carve a niche for themselves and make themselves felt against so strong a principal cast. And just to think I never knew about a place called Roswell, somewhere far away, where a secret will forever lay buried. P.S: At home, the first season of Roswell started this October (2001). And I am writing a review after having seen just six episodes.

That pretty much sums it up. Especially since 20 out of 21 people found that comment useful (seriously?) Since I don't have Roswell though, I've settled for a little of the Buffster which brought about a Roswell-related discovery. Glory (fucking "Glorificus"--what the fuck kind of name is that?) looks super similar to Katherine "I always try to get out of my contracts and bite the hand that feeds me" Heigl.

SIDE-BY-SIDE!

UPDATE: I forgot they had some Roswell on Hulu. GOD DOES LOVE ME!

Morning Cheer

As previously mentioned, I've injured my foot somehow. I still don't understand how I--girl who doesn't like concerts because it's standing is too tiring, girl who drove five minutes to school everyday in high school, girl who thinks shampooing twice counts as arm exercise--injured herself. I don't do anything! How did this happen?

I'm still sitting around in my sweats and kitten heels (whose toes are taped together with tape. I feel so Liz Lemon) feeling ridiculous. It's almost worse now because I have my face all done up and my feet all fancy but then just a beater and Gryffindor sweatpants. Alas, what is there to do.

Needless to say, I needed some cheering up this morning before I could bring myself to take the trek to class and run errands this afternoon. That's when I remembered that one good thing did happen this weekend to cheer me up.

I learned I still look half Asian!

I was complaining to my friend Alexandra that being Sailor Saturn for Halloween was much easier when I still had my Asianface in 2004 when two of her roommates were like "What? You aren't mixed?" Total score.

Now I look half black and half Asian and half white. I know you think that math might not work, but take it from an award-winning mathlete--don't question stuff like that. It's much easier to just assume math is always right or else you have to learn theorums and quadrants and formulas or whatever else they do in math classes nowadays. It's really a win, win, win situation.