The driveway is filled with rolling dunes of snow. And tiny, tiny snow camels. I think they burrow into the ground and hibernate most of the year, emerging when oh God I'm going back to bed.
Current Mood: shrinking
Current Music: ham-fucking-taro die die die die you little bastards
In college. Waiting to use one of the three computers connected to the working printer. There is ONE (1) working printer for FIVE HUNDRED (500) students. Those computers should be used exclusively for printing. You get on, you shove in your disk and print your shit, you move to one of the library computers for checking your mail.
Instead, there are three asshats using those computers to check out bored.com.
DID A RED SUN RISE? BECAUSE BLOOD WILL BE SPILLED THIS DAY!
A week from today, at this very moment, I will be watching Return of the King in Canton.
I am as excited as a Mexican jumping bean on speed, only jumpier. But I'm also nervous. What if it sucks? What if Arwen shows up midway through the Battle of the Pelenor, knocks Eowyn over, kills the Witch-king of Angmar, has victory sex with Aragorn, hops on the fell beast of Mr. Dead Wraith, flies to Mount Doom, throws the ring into the Cracks of Doom, personally stabs Sauron, and then gives up her immortality in an overwraught, tearful scene that involves the word ada and breathy declarations of true love?
Unlikely, sure. Except for that last one. I'll remember to bring sporks for my eyeballs.