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2001-12-13 - 12:30 a.m.
The Art Test
If I were a work of art, I would be Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. I am extremely popular and widely known. Although unassuming and unpretentious, my enigmatic smile has charmed millions. I am a mystery, able to be appreciated from afar, but ultimately unknowable and thus intriguing. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test I am amazed at how I can seemingly NOT resist any of these personality tests. I shouldn't be, though. In the end, it is, after all, all about me. *g*
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2001-12-12 - 2:44 p.m.
grr
One day, I'm going to eviscerate all the people who persist in calling me Vicki.
Then I will dance wildly on their graves.
~victoria
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2001-12-12 - 11:42 a.m.
Randomness
Random things I learned this week so far:
My best friend broke up with her boyfriend and moved into a new apartment. There will be much consumption of alcohol when we get together, I think.
There's a rap magazine called "Felon" - purportedly an acronym for "From Every Level of Neighborhoods". I can just see the proposal and business plan that went along with that. "We're going to call it 'Felon'. Well have over half a million readers in the prisons alone."
I will be able to take the new V train from West 4th to 53rd & Lex. Life is good. I still think they named the train after me.
I learned a new Aussie-ism, "grizzle" which means the same as whinge [which means whine or complain, for those of you not up on the Down Under lingo].
I also learned the Hoodoo Gurus are Australian. I did not know that.
Breyer's new Mocha Almond Fudge ice cream is Da Bomb.
They make forties of Heineken.
If I were a James Bond villain, I'd be Dr. No. Concentrating on gourmet food and world domination.
Sucrets still come in the little tin instead of a cardboard box, and they still work.
The 49 points you score don't mean nothing if the you can't score the 50th and win the game before it goes into OT and you lose big. Poor Latrell. I was supposed to go with Jean last night, but this damn whatever-it-is I've got kept me from the game.
And I learned that it costs $95 to have an emergency supply of toner for the fax machine delivered the same day it's ordered.
~victoria
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2001-12-12 - 8:44 a.m.
Jitters
Okay, so was last night's Smallville not the *slashiest* thing on tv like *EVER*?
The look Clark gives Lex's ho. Toilet overflowed my sweet Aunt Fanny!
The fireworks. Dear god, the subtext is rapidly becoming text. Lex is trying to "make Clark's reputation"? Uh huh.
I mean, seriously, *what* would Lex Luthor, billionaire playboy extraordinaire, be doing at a HS frosh party on a freaking FARM unless he was after Clark's sweet, sweet, ass?
"CLARK!"
Oh god, that's going to stay with me. A nice foreshadowing of what Lex will sound like in the throes of passion, yes? *g*
The unnecessary holding/cuddling as they escaped from the catwalk - they *held hands* ferchrissakes!
And Clark finding the strength within to pull Earl up, so he could rescue Lex, his One True Love(tm).
God, this was a good episode. *g*
I cannot WAIT to see the fic that comes out of it.
Lex was so freaking sexy last night, I almost melted. I mean, he's all heroic and noble, going in to save Clark and the students, taking charge when Lionel [who was scarily hot] was just going to let things degenerate into a shootout. The removing the vest and taking off the tie... whew ::fans self::
And then at the end, that faux hug from Lionel [again, he was quite sexy himself], while Clark was being lavished with attention by Ma and Pa Kent... I just wanted to cuddle Lex and rub that sleek, bald head... and okay this is going places it probably shouldn't at 8:45 in the morning.
And how scarily prescient do "Thin Line" and "See This" appear now? I can totally see the whole incest angle even more clearly now, disturbing as it is.
Plus, tension between Lionel and Bo Duke. Obviously a past there, a bone of contention over a woman? I'm guessing not Martha, since she didn't know Lionel. Nasty Nell, maybe? The remark about "never being rich" had to mean something, right? And Martha's not originally from Smallville, so not high school sweethearts...
Bo Duke was all hot and manly last night, too. It was just a luscious-men-fest.
And I now understand Chloe's sense of humor, after seeing her dad. *g*
Ooh, and the best part - the "Don't do that again" from Lex to Lionel when Lionel grabbed his arm. ::shivers::
And yet more father/son(daughter) stuff. Interesting. When will we see Pete's fam, I wonder?
As for the plot, well, there was one, I suppose. It was serviceable. It got Lex into danger and he looked yummy and sweaty and heroic and scared, so it was all right with me.
Yeah, I'm officially obsessed with Michael Rosenbaum's portrayal of Lex Luthor. What can I say?
Music this morning - yeah, even though I am currently tune-free. And let me rant a moment about this - I need a new walkman [cassette, since I'm still figuring out the whole writeable CD thing, but I want a CD walkman also]. So I've been doing without, 'cause I've been writing or sleeping on the commute these past couple of months. So I put both on my Christmas list.
Daddy says, "Pick out what you want and we'll pay for it."
I hate that.
It's Christmas. I know it's childish, but I want someone else to shop for me. Is that too much to ask? I mean, they all tell me I'm such a bitch to buy for etc. etc. because I buy everything I want myself.
Did they ever consider I do that because they never freaking get me what I want? I mean, if I waited for someone to get me what I wanted, I'd never get *anything* because, apparently, I'm such a hard person to shop for.
It's a vicious cycle, and one that will not, apparently, be broken this year.
So I have to buy my own Christmas presents, get reimbursed for them, and then hand them over so they can be wrapped and I can act surprised when I open them Christmas morning.
Am I the only one seeing a problem here?
That just sucks all the fun out of Christmas. It's not even like they just give me cash and I can go on a fun shopping spree.
So anyway, I still have songs running through my head on the commute, even though I am walkman-less at the moment. And this morning those songs were:
+Knight of the Woeful Countenance from Man of LaMancha
+Ready or Not by the Fugees
+Marrakesh by Simon and Garfunkel
Don't ask me to explain it. I can't. That's just the way my mind was running this morning.
~victoria
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The painting is "Boreas" by John William Waterhouse. Again, not a muse, but I like her. She suits the color scheme.
The quote is from Sir Philip Sidney.
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