Quelques de mes meilleurs amis sont français, alors est-ce que je peux dire qu’ils sont mes choses préférés?

Sérieusement, j’aime beaucoup la crème brulée; c’est ma plat favori de manger et de cuire. Et j’aime la langue beaucoup; les gens disent que l’italien c’est la langue d’amour, mais je me suis en désaccord. Je trouve que la langue français c’est plus harmonieux de parler et d’écrire. Pour moi, il coule comme le plus doux des rivières, pendant que l’italien et toutes les autres langues sonnent comme une tempête. Je ne pense pas que cette paragraphe faisait beaucoup de sens, mais j'ai une excuse: je suis très fatigué et je ne peux pas communiquer mes idées clairement.

WARNING:  Anything said in this blog post will be super nerdy and make me seem like even more of a geek than I am already am, but it's not my fault, okay?  It's my brother for making me watching hours and hours of sci-fi with him as a young child.  Totally his fault.

I saw Star Trek last night with my family + my two friends that I invited because, hello, otherwise I would be bored out of my mind in the theatre, with no one to whisper lewd comments about Captain Kirk to.  The movie was ace: decent acting, visually stunning, and a surprisingly solid storyline, for a Star Trek movie (I'm looking at you, Star Treks III, V and VI).  Obviously it had its flaws (what the fuck was that opening sequence), but overall, pretty solid.  Here are my two (three?) favourite things about the movie:

Zachary Quinto as Spock

Before I went to see this movie, I didn't do any research on what the plot would be, who would play who, etc., just so I could go into the theatre unbiased (well, as unbiased as I can be about a Star Trek movie) and able to not judge it based on whether or not I like the actors or not.  When Spock first appeared on screen, I didn't recognize the actor at all.  I feel that Zachary Quinto did a good job of Spock though, especially in the scene where he loses control and starts beating up Kirk.  His portrayal of the character felt really honest and real, even when he's not showing any emotion, because Vulcan Don't Have Emotions.  And future!Spock (they called him Spock Prime in the credits, and he's played by the original Spock, Leonard Nimoy) broke my little fangirl heart when he watched Vulcan being sucked into a black hole and his face goes all D:  Still, I never felt like Quinto's Spock was a carbon copy of original!Spock (according to Wikipedia, the cast were allowed to choose what elements there were from their predecessor's performances, so he could have copied Leonard Nimoy's performance to the t, but he didn't), which is a good thing, because it's nice to see an actor that can be true to the original character, enough to make him belivable and recognizable by fans, but also play it his own way.  That sentence made more sense in my brain, I swear.  Anyways, Leonard Nimoy will always (in my opinion) be the best Spock, but this guy held his own. Oh, and it also helps that Zachary Quinto is a total hottie.

Sulu and Chekov

I haven't watched the original series in a long time, so I'd honestly forgotten that Chekov spoke...  Well, like this.  So when I saw Anton Yelchin and that atrocity on his head (it reminded me of Adam T. Siskas "dead ferret" hair, for all you TAI fans out there) my brain kind of started screaming and flicking on and off in fits of glee.  Seriously, I was giggling everytime he opened his mouth, mostly because, hi, it's Charlie Bartlett replacing his "v"'s with "w"'s and running through he ship yelling "I CAN DO EET, I CAN DO EET!"  And then came Sulu, which my friend was quick to point out was being played by John Cho.  In case you've been living under a boulder, you'll know that he's the Harold half of Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle/Escape from Guantanamo Bay.  I just don't like that after making a nice entrance and having a badass fencing scene on the platform of a Romanulan drill, he kinds of dissapears until the climax of the movie.  Chekov made me laugh, and Sulu made me want to grab the nearest person and start squeezing (he couldn't fly the Enterprise the first time he tried it and Spock had to help him! Oh, my heart.)


Now, as for things I didn't really like...  That doesn't really deserve a list.  I didn't really like the main villain, Nero.  For a movie like this (MOTHERFUCKING STAR TREK), I want the villain to strike fear into my heart and make me shake with anger at how mean and nasty he's being to our poor, poor heros.  But no!  Instead we get this VILLAIN WHO IS ANGRY FOR WHAT SPOCK COULD NOT PREVENT HAPPENING TO HIS PEOPLE AND WHO ALSO HAS A FACE TATTOO AND IS FULL OF RAGE AT SPOCK AND HAS THE MOST BADASS SHIP EVER AND DID WE MENTION HE'S PISSED AT SPOCK YET?!  He was really boring, as far as movie villains go (although I did shiver when he pulled out that beetle thing, although more because it was creepier than anything).

Another thing I didn't like is Kirk and his complete inability to win at hand-to-hand combat.  He got in what, four fistfights?  And once Captain Pike saves him, once Sulu runs through his attacker with a sword, once Spock beats the living piss out of him...  And the one time he won a fight, it was because he stole his opponents gun.  And wasn't he trained in extensive hand-to-hand combat?  Seriously, I don't remember him being this much of a wuss in the original series.  

Still, I really, really enjoyed the movie, and am not opposed to seeing it again. 

(Oh, and I pulled a muscle in my right leg, so I've been limping all over the place today, but that's a story for another day.)

So, whilst in the middle of reading this random The Cab fic sent to me by my friend Erica, it occurred to me that I finally have an OTP.

Yeah, I don't know how that happened either.  Also, man, that was an awkward sentence to type out, you have no idea.

I haven't been in bandom very long, relatively (since 2007, when I read this one awesome story by jae_w that converted me immediately- from then on I refused to read the hetero fic with the pairing of OFC (original fiction character)/anyreallyhotbandmember.  No.  As soon as I was finished that story, I did a search of "the academy is slash fanfiction" (that was the peak of my TAI stalker-obsession) and devoured all the stories I could.  It got pretty bad.

So, after reading seriously thousands of good stories, bad stories, fantastic stories, unbelievably boring stories, I discovered that I was beginning to favour the stories about a band that I barely even liked.  Weird, right?  That band was Panic at the Disco.  Back in my Quizilla days (I still cringe when I think about it) I was kind of obsessed with Fall Out Boy and Panic.  So I wrote lots and lots of cheesy and god-awful fanfiction, which somehow got really, really popular.  Again, weird, right? 

My most popular story was this one where Pete Wentz adopted this really angsty girl and her little sister, and the angsty girl spent three-quarters of the story angsting over her dead parents and her hatred of Pete, and spent the remaining quarter mooning-but-not-really-oh-god-never-no over her best friend, who- in this implausible plot twist that totally made sense in my head when I was eleven/twelve, shut up- was secretly an award-winning actor.  And her other best friend was this also secret-famous songwriter/actor.  And they're all only around thirteen years old.  Since, at fifteen years old, I'm so much mature and grown-up than I was back then, I can look at these stories today and literally grimace at how bad and unrealistic they were, how the hell did thousands of people ever read them?  How did thousands of people ever like them?  Seriously.  Oh, and I used to co-write wth my best friend at the time, a girl named MC who I went to camp/kind of school with for a while, then she and her family moved to fucking Oklahoma (a few places before there, but I can't remember where they were).  It was a ridiculous idea, and eventually, she and I lost touch.  I have no idea where she is now, but if she's reading...  Drop me an email, okay?  I'd love to hear from you.

So, yeah.  Basically, I dabbled in het-fic for a while, before I read that ridiculous story (see above) and was converted to the church of bandslash.  And along the way, I somehow acquired an OTP, Jon/Spencer.

I could go on and on and on and on and on about how perfect they are for each other (I know a lot of writers just kind of stick them together because Brendon and Ryan are already shacking up, so why the hell not?) but my love for that pairing cannot be textually rendered.  Seriously.  Again, I barely like the fucking band!  Brendon's voice is decent, but the songs just don't click with me.  I used to love, love, love their first album when I was in middle school, but now it's just...  No.  I don't know.  Once again, unable to communicate my feelings with words, but that may be because I'm a gigantic failboat.

I've always kind of liked Ryan/Spencer, and even Brendon/Spencer, but the most obvious pairing, Ryan/Brendon, never really did it for me...  Well, that's not entirely true, because when the story is good enough I fall a little bit in love with them, but 85% of the time I don't like that pairing.

Oh, another OTP of mine is Sisky/Carden (of The Academy Is..., nghhhhh) but nobody ever writes that, which pisses me off to no end, but that's a story for another day.

Umph, I'm really sick right now.  So sick, in fact, that I did not get to go to the baking extravaganza that was supposed to take place at my friend's house the other day.  D:  To make up for it, I made myself a cup of hot chocolate and a bag of popcorn- two things I should not be having when I'm sick, but I don't care, at all.

And now, we interrupt our regular scheduled blogging to bring you this excerpt from a note I wrote on Facebook:

"Even though you like Oasis and bell-bottom jeans, I love you to the very cockles of my heart. Also, that sentence was typed just so I could say the word "cockles"... Cockles."

Anyways, a friend of mine has ~discovered music (in his words, "now I listen to music WHILE playing video games!"), so I've been busy, busy, busy showing him bands.  Okay, mostly I've been copying the lists that I've given to my other friend who wanted music, but how important are the little details?  

For my birthday, my brother got me a Smashing Pumpkins CD.  I'm so proud of him I could cry- he's never gotten me a present all on his own before.  And it's a good present, too! 

And that's all.

School's going rather well so far, surprisingly.  At first, I was ohmygod!intimidated at the thought of having three extremely hard courses (English, French and Physics) in one semester.  Maybe I'm jumping the gun by saying that they're actually not so bad (it's only the second day, after all), but I like it so far.  But that may be only because of who I sit next to. 

I've been croaky-voiced at inappropriate moments lately.  Like when a teacher calls on me to give an answer, I will say something like, "Awwwwnd theee awhsurr ees feefty THREE EX PLUS FIVE." and then I get strange looks.  Maybe I should start carrying lozenges around with me...

So today I was deliciously, deliriously happy for no reason whatsoever. It felt fantastic. I made cupcakes (and also icing... but that didn't work out too well), took the dog out for a walk, and watched Mr. T sell something called a "Flavorwave Turbo" on the shopping channel!  Amazing.

(Disclaimer: yeah, yeah, it's one in the morning, so technically whenever I say today I actually mean yesterday, but who cares, I'm too tired to write it all out again.)

The highlight of my day was going to my friends house (in the middle of nowhere... literally. He lives around fifty feet away from the city limits, which is deep in the woods) to watch shitty movies. As I lack male anatomy, I was not allowed to sleep over, and had to come home early. Still, I had a great time. We watched a movie called Demons (about demons in a movie theatre... It's so bad it's hilarious), throughout which we spent the entire movie making fun of the supposed "demons" and imitating the pimp, who was really the most sensible character in the entire movie.

And after that, we were midway through this movie called "The Lords of Magick". They spelt magic it with a "ck". You fucking KNOW it has to be bad. And it was, it truly, truly was. This movie was made in the eighties, and is about medieval wizards that travel to modern-day California to rescue a princess... Or something. I was too busy laughing at the cardboard characters, wooden acting, and god-awful special effects to pay any attention to the plot. Did I mention that it looks like it was shot with a home video camera? Terrible, terrible stuff. Also, as this was on VHS and my friend has a very high-tech TV, the video was all distorted and fuzzy, and when the people moved you could see little animation frames trailing behind them, which only added to the shoddy-ness of it.

Still, we had a great time laughing at it. There's really nothing like watching a bad movie with friends.

Anyways, after the movie, I was driven to the halfway point (which took around twenty minutes at 90 km/h...  I told you they lived out in the middle of nowhere) by my friends seriously cute brother, who, as it turns out, is a Lady GaGa fan, so we had this weird little sing-a-long to "Pokerface", which was rad.  And then I got home, watched some more infomercials, and here I am.  Hopefully tomorrow will be as fun as today was- I'm going to my best friends to make cookies!

One last thing- watching exercise tapes on mute is inexplicably hilarious.  Go try it.

• It is so fucking creepy when people watch you working.  And when you look at them as if to say, "Dude, please strop staring, it's fucking creepy," they don't smile or say hi, they fucking GLARE in return.  What the hell, man?  Even worse is when entire GROUPS of people stop what they're doing to watch you clean a table or move chairs around.  It's kind of distracting, plus it always makes me wonder if I have something on my face.   WHY ARE YOU FUCKING STARING, I AM ONLY WIPING A TABLE, IT IS REALLY NOT THAT INTERESTING OF A PROCESS.
• I am kept over an hour later than I am supposed to.  I know, working in a restaurant, I should expect to be kept a bit later than normal, but since my manager hates me, everyone else is let off and I have to clean up.
• I am not allowed breaks.  Or food.  Or water.  N'uff said.
• That is all.

The people I work with are F-A-N-T-A-S-T-I-C (they call me things like sweetie and dollface) but everything else kind of stinks.

On a more positive note, I have downloaded a LOT of music lately.  I look forward to settling down and actually listening to it.

Also, Whose Line is it Anyways? is probably the funniest show not on TV anymore.  It makes me laugh like no other thing before it.

I have two exams tomorrow (history and science), then I'm done for the rest of the semester.  SUH-WEET.  I think I'll take aside some time to just sit in my room,relax, and draw.  I haven't done so in a long-ass time.  I miss it, it's really soothing.

Lord fucking Christ fuck whoever came up with concept of "exams" deserved to be shot in the face. I am SWAMPED and super stressed. :(

Posting from school- I'm running out of batteries so I'll make this quick:

I found out several things last night/this morning:

• don't make out with your boyfriend when you have something in your mouth.  It's really awkward and tastes nasty.
• no matter how many fans I turn on or how many windows I close, my neighbours will ALWAYS smell whatever I'm baking and then pop over to "have a bite".
• I should start listening to the radio in the morning.  It tells me whether there's a snow day or not, so random guys in trucks don't have to tell me.
• there are 23 days, 10 hours and 30 minutes until Christmas.  My friend Sarah just told me that.
• Gossip Girl is a horrible show, but so fucking addicting.
• grades nines are little and will steal your food if they can.   Watch out.

That's all.