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Bria): I did however managed tow atch all LOTR EEs in 11hours 8 minutes when by all accounts it should have taken me 11 hours 31 minutes
Bria: ...B2 did too. We did a cross the states LOTR marathon today. So this time I have a witness. I'm not sure how that was possible... other than the fact the movie times written on the boxes include the credits
Me: HAHAHAHAHA
Me: awesome

Me: 38.095238095238095% of me is a huge nerd! How about you? Dang it. It was all those freakin' video game questions, they're what held me back! I DEMAND A RETEST! *sigh* Don't be hatin'.
Aaaaand mom just brought lunch to me while I sit here clicking away. I've never felt more like a nerd in my LIFE. *lowers head in shame* OH MY GOD, I JUST REALIZED... I LIVE IN THE BASEMENT, TOO!! NOOOOOOOOO! I AM NOT A TREKY! I AM NOT A NERD! *runs from room screaming with the news of impending doom*
Me: I roxorz
Me: I'm listening to Farscape music as we speak, and re-taking that geek test. Whoo men.
Em: oh man
Em: thsoe are some sweet realizations there
Em: i'd go commit suicide if i were you
Me: I almost did
Me: I <3 Farscape music
Em: i heart dom and billy
Me: hee

Me: dude, you think I could score the creater of this quiz? 'Cause seriously. Freakin' 'illarious
(Edit: SERIOUSLY! I love this quiz. It makes me laugh and squee with joy every time!)

Me: thanks. In fact, you should read this entry... it's frickin' 'illarious
Me: http://www.livejournal.com/users/lordoflorien/289135.html#cutid1
Em: you amuse me to no end
Em: who's this bria person?
Me: my friend I'm always telling you about
Em: and frodo has to have some fantastic nut inside ... like a filbert ... or almonds
Em: i must meet this person
Me: oh man
Em: he needs something more complex than just dark chocolate chocolate goodness. he needs an unidentifiable flavor that keeps you coming back for more...
Em: ahem...i mean...he needs nuts
Em: ahem...i mean...
Em: aw crap
Me: FRELL! THE RESTAURANT IS IN PRAGUE? YOU WIN AGAIN, GEOGRAPHY!!!!
Em: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Me: HAHAHAA You are hysterical
Em: oh no my friend, is you who are hysterical
Em: i <3 you
Me: also, remember how I've been making vague remarks about needing to find the address of a certain restaurant before we go to London ever since Saturday?
Em: yes
Em: (ooh, i remembered somethign! yay emily!)
Me: yay! I reciprocate the feelings, though not necesarily spell them correctly
Me: well here:
Me: http://www.time.com/time/asia/tga/article/0,13673,501040412-607856,00.html
Em: wow
Em: i say we take a ...day trip...
Me: right, because that would so work ... and stuff....
Em: essakly

I *heart* you,

gypsyjr. I probably would have never found that link without you. *hugs*

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Question! (and the answer isn't 42) Okay, what makes me so interesting you keep telling peopel about me? And why do your friends wnat to meet me? *glances around* And in relation to my timing for the Lotr EEs, I keep eharing what's his name's voice in my head from Emperor's New Groove, "By all accounts, it just dosen't seem logical."

On one more thing. Rememebr how I kept telling you that I needed to be banned from commentaries? Well During the first two movies, B2 and I found 100 reasons why I needed to be banned from watching commentaries. Things like, "PISSY LEGGS!" And "Aw what's wrong? Get another splinter Dom?" And of course, "Something is missing and I just don't know what it is, like a shard of my heart has been torn out and then... There's those two little buggers up the tree! It's like a breath of fresh air. (Quote degrates into talking about food and at the moment I can only remember cake, candy floss and baby ruths, and I think pumpkernickle was in there somewhere too....)."

Oh and I made a special point of telling a friend about you and the 8 lamps in Suraman's room. Im meleth le gwanunig nín.

Okay, what makes me so interesting you keep telling peopel about me? And why do your friends wnat to meet me?

Dude, come on. Seriously. Take a few minutes to think back to a couple of our more interesting conversations. Go ahead, I'll wait. .......................... Have a few in mind? Good. Now, if you tell me that those conversations aren't abso-frickin-lutely hilarious, you're either lying or delusional. I tend to share the things I find interesting with my friends and family. And, since all of our conversations end up being intriguing, if not the funniest damn things in the world, you become the subject of my day. A lot. And my friends are just cool enough to realize that they have to meet the totally awesome chick with the fabulous personality, because their lives would never otherwise be whole. Like mine. Im meleth le, gwaninug nin!

(Because seriously, who else could I have a conversation with in Elvish? That's like 9 billion cool points right there.)

KRONK!!! That was the dude's name from Emperor's New Groove. I LOVE THAT SCENE! I've been saying that a lot lately. "Kronk, how DID we get here first?" "I don't know Izma, I mean, by all accounts, it just doesn't seem logical..."

HA! You've been telling other people about me too! See, when you know someone who does awesome things, you just HAVE to share the joy. ;)

Linnathon noa mista lyaa, muindor nin, iire vahaiya ho Imladris, mii ien-London.
(rough translation: "I will stray to thinking about you, my brother, when far away from Rivendell, in the land of London." =D)

Dude that seriouslly made me happy. Hammon le fgwanunig nín, Im meleth le! :* yeah, my parents know you, B2 and Eboni by name when I mention "Oh I talked to ____ today and..." and they don't even blink and I keep going.

LOL yeah, exactly. My friend Em doesn't blink either, 'cause I'm always talking about something we did or said once. It's funny.

Also, I have good news and bad news (and interesting news): Good news is I got you that hot chocolate you asked for (interesting news is that place you sent me is like a chain; after I went there I kept seeing the same store all over the UK). Bad news is Ryanair SUCKS and the plane kept lurching, making the pressure iffy, and the canister exploded in my suitcase. Now, due to several events I'll explain later, I had it in a plastic bag so the hot chocolate itself is fine... it's just that the seal broke open. I can still mail it to you if you still want it, I just thought I'd let you know why the seal was broken. So yeah.

I hate flying.

OOOHHHHH! HANNON LE GWANUNIG NIN!!!!!!!! *bone crassing hug and kiss* I trust you are not trying to poison me. How much do I owe you for it?

*moans* Ow, my boonnnnees!!! ;) Thanks for the vote of good faith, but how do you know Jack isn't trying to poison you or something? He is still rather annoyed over that last incident you two had, you know.

...You know. The one where you stole his rum, doused a bit on his hat, set his hat aflame, and then poured the rest of the rum down the drain before nonchalantly tossing the empty bottle back into his hands and sauntering off? Yeah. Not over that yet.

No, I'll be sure to give him the third degree about it before I send it off to you. ;) It cost me about three pounds for the cannister, so that's what? Around $6 American? I don't know the specific exchange rate, so just send me what you think is fair.

I would never waste rum on a good hat like that! It was his boots - which were falling apart anyways - he needed new ones.

How about this, I got the Beetlejuice tape for you - that was like $5, do you want to just call it even? The tape for the hot chocolate? (At the minute, the exchange rate is £1 = $1.85)

Oh, that FREAKIN' FIGURES! The exchange rate goes down AFTER I LEAVE Europe! GRRRR! It was 1 lb = $1.97 while I was there. Argh, I hate corporate America!!!!!

Anyways. That sounds fine. Yay for Beetlejuice! I'm excited now. And Jack, regardless of this new revelation (you know how easily confused he gets when he's smashed: once he tried to put his jacket on like a pair of pants), is still annoyed with you.

Sorry about the exchange rate love. I know when I was there I just doubled the price of everything regardless what teh rate was that day - it was just easier to think like that.

And I wouldn't expect anything less from Jack. Oh and I thought of you / him today. jenw as telling me about a friend who got drunk over new years and he supsitivly slept with this girl and he's been bragging about it. Turns out that he just passed out. Reminds me of THAT NIGHT in Tortuga.

ROTF---*gets pushed out of chair*
*Jack starts shouting at the computer screen*
*I point to keyboard from my prostrated position on the ground*

J: CAPTAIN, love; Captain Jack Sparrow! An', ye vile little scrapper's dog! Ye can go 'n denying it forever, but "that night" in Tortuga happened, consentingly, an' I'll take t' davey jones locker whoever s'much as has the gall to dispute me word!
*shakes fist*

*I, still laying face up on the ground, giggles and starts writing a new scene in Damned*

*to Jack* No consenting went on "that night" in Tortuga! You passed out in the streets and I made the mistake in bringing you inside!

It's about time you worked on Damed.

J: Ah yes, that must be why I woke up 'n the morn stark naked, yer hat at t' time hangin' off the banister of the bed, 'n yer boots underneath. Completely necessary if yer gonna put a drunk man t' bed. *rolls eyes with a flourish*

Oh, I work on Damned all the time. But it's all scenes like this, not actual chapters. I have like 50 pages worth of story typed up, but only one actual chapter.

to Jack: You were covered in rum, vomit and who knows what else and it's not my fault you didn't have any undergarments on. As for my belongings, it was my lodging so my stuff goes anywhere I damn well pleases it to go.

Oooh! Care to share a scene with me?

J: *face flushed red* I t'were only covered 'n rum because earlier that day I was tryin' to save it from going o'erboard when you STOLE COMMAND OF ME SHIP 'N DEMANDED ALL EXCESS WEIGHT BE LOST! When'r ye gonna get it through that pretty lil head of yers that the Pearl is mine, and I DIDN'T NEED YER CHARITY when I happened upon that... *makes floundering gestures with his hands* ... complication with Norrington--Eh Commodore, if you please--I saw it was dog's breakfast from t' start, but nothing I couldn't handle on me own because you forgot one very important thing, love--I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! *poses proudly for a moment before unsteadily exploding again* AN' WHEN THE CAPTAIN SAYS TO STAY THE RUM, THE RUM STAYS, YOU BLOODY HARPY! That damned fool of a first mate o' yers busted a whole keg of me best brew strugglin' on it with me, and if he'd not been such a land lubber, the vomit on me clothes wouldn't be an issue either! *hops up and down, cursing at the memory of the boy*

*After making an effort to calm down, raises hands pleadingly* Do us a favor, love; I know it's hard for you, but: The next time our paths are forced to merge in a situation such as that, try not to do anything... stupid! *nods head decisively*

(me again) I would, love, but most of the scenes are things just like this, bourne off of one of our conversations. :P I could go through the pages and see if there's something in there you haven't started in one way or another, though. ;)

To Jack: You were drunk off your ass and Norrington was coming in close, if we didn't loose some weight then they would have caught us. And if I haden't taken command we would have been caught and hung. And it was not me who was throwing over the rum, you will have to take that up with Elizabeth. Jack love, the first mate's Will. You're the one who gave him that position when Gibbs decided to take some time in Tortuga and Anamaria found her own ship - which I may remind you that you are forbidden to even step foot aboard. And the reason Will puked on you was the so called "dinner" you cooked. *decides to ignore the stupid comment but mumbles something about Jack needing new lines*

J: *leans forward, pointing finger accusingly, mouth open as though he's about to shout something fierce, but suddenly his brow scrunches up in confusion and he looks away to think for a moment* ....DAMN YOU, YOU BLOOD-THIRSTY WENCH!!! I WISH I'D NEVER LET YOU SEDUCE ME INTO BED, YOU LUSTFUL, MAN-EATING HARPY!!! AND I HAD FULL CONTROL OF ME SHIP THE ENTIRE TIME YOU LYIN', SCURVY, DECEITFUL, PRETENTIOUS... FILTHY... W-WICKED.... ....... STUPID SCRAPPER'S DOG!!!!!!!!!

*whips hat off head and throws it to the ground, then begins jumping up and down, stomping on it with a vengeance. When he is quite through he steps back, examines his destroyed hat feeling quite foolish, and explodes into fresh anger* DAMN!!

*picks up ruined hat and stalks off, his other hand to his pistol*

Me: Where on earth are you going?!

J: *turns around briefly, eyes still flickering with anger, but a small evil smirk curves his lips* I'm goin' to pick a fight.

Me: *rolls eyes and sighs in exasperation as he gathers his crew and sails to the nearest pub*

To Jack: Oh yeah... you have control alright *hands Jack spare hat*

J: *totally drunk with Gibbs, Will, Cotton, AnnaMarie, and a few select others by his side* Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me!
We pillage, we plunder we rifle and loot
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me
We extort, we pilfer we filch and sack
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
Maraud and embezzle and even high-jack
Drink up me hearties yo ho
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me
We kindle and char inflame and ignite
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We burn up the city we're really a fright
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
We're rascals, scoundrels villains, and knaves
Drink up me hearties yo ho
We're devils and black sheep - REALLY BAD EGGS!!
Drink up me hearties yo ho
Yo Ho, Yo Ho, a pirate's life for me
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads
Drink up me hearties, yo ho
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads
Drink up me hearties, yo ho!

Will: ... So it's a drinking game then?

Jack: AND REAALLY BAAD EGGS! *falls over*

*gives up and hands Will a pint* Last one standing wins. *Someone passes out* No regurtation! *starts chugging rum*

*Jack, shlumped down in a pile, resting against the bar with a bottle of rum in one hand and his battered hat lowered lazily over one eye, pretends to have passed out from too much alcohol. Slowly cracks an evil grin. Goes back to being "passed out"*

*will and others have long since passed out and the only other one besides Jo who's awake is Anamaria* JACK I KNOW YOU'RE AWAKE! *kicks Jack* 'COM'ON SPARROW! GET YER SORRY ARSE UP AND DRINK GODDAMNIT! *kicks him again*

Oh and one more thing, have a safe a safe journey! Send a post card if you can!

Dude. I hate you so hard.

I spent £163.41 at Forbidden Planet today.

More to follow later

I warned you about Forbidden Planet. So... what did you think of it?

You both warned AND ENCOURAGED me to go! So I still hate you for it.

Oh, Em and I loved it. We wanted to buy some sleeping bags and live there. It was awesome. The only thing I found to complain about was the lack of Futurama and Farscape things: All Futurama had was ONE TOY in the Simpsons section, and Farscape just had a 6-pack of trading cards at the counter. *pout* But aside from that it was awesome. I bought a ton of cool stuff---unfortunately, due to the afore mentioned suckiness of my flights, a lot of it got broken or covered in chocolate... but details on that later.

For the most part I was pleased. There's a Forbidden Planet in the US somewhere, but I don't remember where. I'll go to the website later and find out for you if you don't already know about it. But seriously, I need to live near one.

The first time I went in there I was with my professor and I looked at her and said, "If I'm not at class on Monday, I'm here." And she laughed and said, "Okay, we'll send food to you."

Sorry about asking for the hot chocoalte that ruined your items. *Hugs* And we don't need to live by a Forbidden Planet. We would never have money. EVER.

Eh, don't worry about it. It wasn't YOUR hot chocolate that did it anyway, because I picked up a few cannisters for my family too. I'm still mad at my pilots... all of my flights stunk, except for the VERY FIRST one to Heathrow... grrrr.

HEHEHEHE! No, we wouldn't ever have money... but we WOULD have a ton of awesome keepsakes and books. Our apartments would be the coolest hangouts around. C'mon, I think that's a pretty good trade off personally... ;)

What apartments are you talking about? I'm going to live in the store. :P

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