I know you better than you want me to

Bristol, if you could please go back to being the quiet town I've spent every day of my entire life in, that would be awesome. Some of us have a final semester of college to drudge through, and a job search to start. It is difficult to concentrate on portfolios when there is absolutely anything else I could possibly be doing.

That said, is it possible to exorcise a couch? And how long would it take? I've got like three hours to kill between now and anything good on tv, and I swear I can feel the cushions twitch when I flip past Springer.

...On the other hand, it's early. Maybe I'll just go back to bed.

I just got back from my LAST exam. Which I aced, if I do say so myself - or I better have, after holing myself up all damn weekend to study. And with that triumphant goodbye to Financial Accounting, my winter break can begin. With 48 hours a week at work between now and New Year's, give or take, but at least I'll be taking care of the lunch crowd without classes in the way.

I'm in a remarkably good mood. This is not an invitation for anybody to put a damper on it. Especially as I still have to do Christmas shopping for...everybody. Please tell me we're doing the Secret Santa thing at Eddie's this year. I am such shit at...mall-ing, bargain shopping, gift-buying in general. Besides, holiday crowds, and everybody's so irritable... Just the thought of it gives me a migraine.

So the note on the fridge says I need to 1) salt the sidewalk, 2) pick up a Christmas tree, 3) find the snow chains for the tires and the snow shovel. I so hate winter. What I want for Christmas is a vacation to someplace warm. And then I can come back and be that kid with the sunburn in the winter, but I won't care because guess what - I just came back from Bermuda while you guys were shoveling slush. Hah.

Please allow me my fantasies. They are my most constant friends.

So I was in line at the bakery before class this morning, and in front of me was this girl wearing a Twilight t-shirt. I guess the movie's coming out soon, or has just come out, or whatever - I haven't read them. But I've seen the trailers and stuff, and so much merchandise that I suspect Hot Topic is involved but wouldn't be able to say for sure since I'm still technically not allowed to set foot in ours. You'd think they'd have forgiven or forgotten the transgressions of a couple of seventeen-year olds from five years ago by now, but I digress, and if they're all filled with rabid Twilight fans, I'm not gonna fight my way in. Anyway, having successfully acquired my cheese danish, I ended up early to POM 420 and asked the girl who sits next to me what's up with the craze. Bad idea - she went rambling on and on about the plot and the asshat leading man and I've never been so happy to start class in my life. I really don't understand the appeal. I mean, besides what sounds to me like a disturbing lack of bloodsucking gore, the girl rides off into the sunset with hot vampire dude and, I dunno, makes hot vampire babies, but screws over the guy who was actually her friend and helped her through all the shit the other guy put her through. What kind of crap ending is that? And you know, if every woman in the world was holding out for a sparkly telepathic immortal with impeccable manners and the body of a god...I mean, how many women out there can say they've found a guy with even one of those characteristics, much less all? Talk about unrealistic expectations. Though if I could choose one to have, I would want to sparkle. That'd be kinda neat.

In conclusion, my $20 will be going toward Saw V's box office stats this Thanksgiving break.

Speaking of the disappointing culture of today's youth, I've lost the will to live. Did you know there are people over the age of ten who not only do not recognize Stevie Nicks as THE rock goddess, but they don't even know who she is? Also, Lindsay Lohan covered Edge of Seventeen. My head doesn't hurt anymore, but my heart. Oh, my heart.

( Sam and Lucy )

( Eddie, Marlie, Abbey, Alec, Dan, Vince )

Because Leigh and I have way too much time on our hands and we have a whole decade of rather entertaining backstory to play with, we decided to make an attempt at illustrating Gabe and Alena's history through song. The result is everything from classic rock to classical to hip hop to fucking Good Charlotte contemporary alternative. Good times and bad - the anecdotal history of Gabriel Sherlock and Alena Alkeinos compressed into one playlist for your easy listening.

Also, similarly because I've got too much time on my hands (what paper due Friday?), I also compiled most of the songs (serious AND funny!) mentioned in the previous OOC thread - the ones I could find in the playlist database, at least. If you want the codes for either one, just shoot me an IM. (Click on "Pop Out Player", they'll open in a new tab.)

( The Lists )

( Private )

I'm thinking of going straight edge. Apparently it became punk rock somewhere between the New York Dolls and Minor Threat.

Spent the past three hours in the emergency room because certain people without cars wallride like a bitch and still fuck it up. Probably should've got my knee looked at while I was hanging around waiting for them to patch him up, but it's not bad at all. Won't even need stitches or anything. I don't think. Another pair of jeans ruined, though.

Two B's and a B+ on my exams, which means I'm set for a May graduation. Nine credits to go, then it's time to start job hunting. Not that I haven't loved every second of my experiences in family-friendly dining, of course.

( Private to Eddie )
( Private )

I hear California's nice, this time of year.

( Dossier - Sherlock, Gabriel M. )

( Profile: Gabriel M. Sherlock )