Mood: cool
So I know it's been a while since I've written, but I've been busy. We had orientation here on campus (woo hoo) so I was working 11 hour days. Not to mention the fact that I had my sleep study (I don't want to talk about it - let's just say I've come to the conclusion that I'm never going to sleep again. But look at all the stuff I can get done with all those extra hours!) and lots of other miscellaneous extras going on. Anyway... I have tons of things to talk about. Some of them may be out-dated, but you can deal with it!
The Olympics
So I watched the opening ceremony while on the phone with Sharon. We do this often, talk on the phone and watch tv together. It's a good thing we're local, because I can't imagine what my phone bill would be otherwise. Sharon was upset with me because she hadn't made it into my blog yet, so I'm trying to make up for lost time. Sharon, Sharon, Sharon.
Anyway, we're watching the Olympics and I came to the conclusion that I am going to rot in hell for all eternity. But at least I'll have company as you can see by the following story.
I'm going to rot in hell because as we were watching the parade of nations (read: flipping channels until the US walks through) when India comes marching through. I quip "Hey, who's running the Quickie Mart?" Sharon laughs, I comment that I am going straight to hell.
Sharon reserves her own special place in the depths of Detroit when we watch China enter the arena. The commentators were commentating? commenting? commentatoring? about the flag bearer and other athletes. I commentatored, "I have serious problems with Ping Pong being considered a sport."
Sharon's response: "No, honey, that's the name of the flag bearer."
See? Burning in hell together.
Internet
The internet is really an amazing thing. It brings people together from all over the world. For example, much like David Hasselhoff, I seem to have more popularity out of this country rather than inside. I have "met" and continued to talk to several people from overseas. Natashja lives in South Africa and we've been talking the longest. We email each other practically ever day and giggle, while over 8,000 miles from each other, about Sue and Jack on STFBE.
Cheryl Jane lives in England and we've been talking for a while, also about STFBE. And my newest contact, Mateja, is from Slovenia, which is this little country in the middle of a bunch of other countries to the right of Italy. She's also an STFBE fan.
It's been really cool talking to everybody and learning about new cultures and everything. My only question is: Why do the Germans love David Hasselhoff?
Sharon.
Addiction
So I think I have a problem. I think I'm addicted to old movies. Turner Classic Movies is having a special deal this month where each day spotlights one star. I watched Katharine Hepburn day, Debbie Reynolds day, Doris Day day (hee hee), and yesterday, which was Ginger Rogers day. My problem is I stay up watching these movies way later then I should. And then I giggle really loudly all throughout these movies and then feel like a total idiot as I sit in my apartment all alone being sung to by Fred Astaire.
What's amazing is how much these actors worked! I mean, today, you do one movie, get $5 million and don't work for two years. The "golden age" actors did 2, 3, 4, even 5 movies a year! Ginger Rogers was in 5 movies in both 1934 and 1935. Can you imagine what would happen if someone went up to Julia Roberts and said, "I'm sorry, you have to do 5 movies next year." She'd smack them in the face! Ginger Rogers did 76 movies between 1929 and 1965.
Anyway, enough ranting about Rogers. Yesterday I watched Carefree, which was all about marriage, hypnosis, an old judge, and dancing. Tell me, why don't they make movies like this anymore? Then I stayed up to watch The Major and the Minor, which is this really funny story about Susan (aka Susu aka Ginger Rogers) who poses as a 12 year old to get reduced fair on a train. In her attempt to remain undiscovered (she's really in her 20s) she runs into this guy named Kirby who's a Major in the army or something. She ends up under the care of "Uncle Philip." Well, as all those stories went, Susu falls in love with Philip, and he falls in love with her, but instead of a twisted Lolita kind of thing, hilarity ensues. God, I love these movies. There was another movie on at midnight, but I was at least smart enough to tape that one and go to bed. I need help. Seriously. Anyone know of any good doctors, preferably one who will hypnotize me into marrying Fred Astaire, let me know.
Quote of the Blog
"Why don't you get out of that wet coat and into a dry martini?" ~ The Major and the Minors
Sharon.
Posted by Laura
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Updated: Wednesday, 25 August 2004 10:51 AM EDT
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