Buffy Nite, and other goodly things

Well, I slept in nice and lots today, so I feel a bit refreshed and less depressed. I chalk alot of it up to not knowing how my schedule was going to fall into place, and therefore feeling every minute like I should be doing something constructive or who knows what. But I'm better now. The worst part sometimes about feeeling bad can be when you don't know just why. It's like scratching a spot on your skin but not seeing the splinter. You just can't feel better if you can't get at the cause. So now I feel a bit better. And I'm adjusting to life at Hiram. Although it's still odd walking around here. There are just too many memories. . .like the place has reached critical mass and it's dizzying just to mozy from Henry to Gerstacker.

Dave wishes for a "shut-up" button. And what do I want for christmas? Santa, I want a people avoidance machine. I could just program it so there were certain people I would never hear of or see again. But strangely, sometimes it seems that our paths are aligned.

Million dollar question for the day: Is it possible to be sexy in pants that keep falling down?
I have my beautiful bejeweled pants on, but dammit they keep falling down. It's probably because I don't believe in belts. I'm guessing with current fashion as it is, this is going to be a problem. I've got hips, and I thought they'd keep my pants on, but they too are failing me. So I've decided this all falls under Amber-charm. Because frankly I'm a bit of a clutz, I seem very naive (don't believe it for a second), and frankly sometimes I have poise but sometimes I'm just a geeky dork. Inspired by Alice, I will embrace my Amber-ness.
I wish Kat could embrace her Kat-ness. No one else could direct a play called "Vampire Lesbians of Sodom." SHE'S MY ROOMMATE!

I was rather dissapointed by "Witchblade" last night, maybe because I tried to watch it with Justin and Sean around, who can be rather critical and unappreciative of shows that are great because they are dumb. Swarthy man wasn't being half as goofy and ambiguous as usual, and this blonde chick was having gratuitous sex all over the place, and that's usually a fun thing but when you're the only one in the lounge watching it, it seems a little weird. Embrace the Amberness. But tonight, thank god, is Buffy, and a good repeat at that. "Entropy". This is where everything really starts to go to hell, and boy-o is it fun. Yay!