RESERVATIONS PLEASE
heh, that was almost clever! Well, the last weekend is here. This time next week I'll be at home, trying to find something to do with myself. I'll have to scour the neighborhood for friends back from school. Good luck, Amber (side note: my friends are impossible to find, except ex-boyfriend friends. For some reason, they're easier to get in touch with. I wish I knew where my old best friend Angela was. . . ) ANYWAY. The year is winding down, and I've been chipping away at this incredibly long assignment for Bioinformatics class. I don't think I've ever worked on one thing for so long, really. Except maybe speeches or lines for a play, but that's different.
I have no idea when I'm gonna pack. . . .
I'm a little disgruntled today, and that's because of last nights epic accident: While standing on the bed trying to close the curtains, Adam fell off and landed completely on Barrie's bad ankle. She yelled for him to get out. He did. I went and talked to him in the computer lab a bit later. I assured him that both Sam and Barrie admitted that is was an accident, and they weren't pissed at him. So what's bugging me? Well, Sam keep openly pronouncing that Adam is still "hiding" from him. He laughs and asks if anyone has seen him skittering around. Now, I know it's Sam humour, but I find it very unkind. Adam feels awful. Baby, accidents DO happen, and that's what happened here. And it really irks me that they are acting this way about him. He didn't mean to do it. It just bugs me.
In closing, I refer back to my title. I feel like I'm holding my breath until I surface at home. And so, to hide behind my geekdom, I've found complete transcripts of Buffy. Unfortunately, they don't have this week's--which has many quotes familiar to my own life in it--up yet. SO here's one of two really memorable monologues from "Hell's Bells" (the infamous wedding episode). I'm such a geek.
Anya clears throat
"I, Anya, promise to. . . love you,
to cherish you, to honor you, uh, but not to obey you,
of course, because that’s anachronistic and misogynistic
and who do you think you are, like a sea captain
or something?’
Tara and Willow grin in amusement and giggle a little,
exchanging a look behind Anya’s back.
Anya: ’However, I do entrust you with. . . ’ pauses,
hears the others chuckling What? Is something
funny?"
Tara: No, n-nothing, sweetie, just, just keep still.
smiling at Willow
Anya clears throat "Okay. Blah, blah, blah, misogynistic.
Blah, blah, ’I do however entrust you. . . um,
with my heart. Take care of my heart, won’t you
please? Take care of it because, it’s all that I have.
And, if you let me, I’ll take care of your heart too.’
Willow and Tara exchange another look, less giggly,
more moved.
Anya ’I’ll protect it and tend to it, like a little stray.’
Wait, no. ’Like a, a little mangy stray that needs a
home.’
Willow and Tara amused again
Anya : No, that’s not it either.
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