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Just a quick note to say that Han Solo in The Empire Strikes Back is exceptionally good looking. And that Luke Skywalker is exceptionally not.

Have a good evening, folks.

Mary's List of Men She Loves. [in no particular order.]
1. Brendon McCullum.
2. Jacob Oram.
3. Chris Jack.
4. Byron Kelleher.
5.Rove McManus.
6. Mellie.
7. Harry.
8. Heathie.
9.Eddie.
10. *cough*ianthorpe*cough*
11. Robert Mitchum.
12. Cary Grant.
13. Bing.
14. Duncan.
15. Spike.

Well, fifteen will do for now.

I'm colouring in my timetable, timetable, timetable, I'm colouring in my timetable, early in the afternoon.

You know, last trimester I assessed my timetable something like this:

Monday: have chem first and don't finish until 4 => sucks
Tuesday: have chem and only chem ALL DAY. However, have lunch break and finish at 2 => mildly sucks
Wednesday: have psyc lab starting at 9, but also finish with psyc at 2 => mildly good
Thursday: have 3 lectures in a row, starting at 11 and finishing at 2 => very good
Friday: have 0 classes => EXCELLENT

And now my timetable goes something like this:

Monday: start with stat, finish with stat => sucks
Tuesday: start at 10 with biol lab (good), have 2-hour break (good-ish), but finish with a 2-hour reli lecture that ends at 4 => SUCKS
Wednesday: start at 9 with psyc lab again, finish with stat => sucks
Thursday: start at 11 with psyc, finish with reli tut straight after stat lecture => sucky sucky sucky
Friday: see last trimester

You know, I love biol. I love psyc. I hate stat, but most people do. It mainly has to do with the crowded lecture theatre and people that won't fucking SHUT UP combined with the incredibly fascinating material we are being taught (how do you calculate a mean? How do you calculate several means? How do you look up data in a book of tables? Blah blah blah blah blah?) which puts me in an irritated, frustrated, claustrophobic mood, which means that I generally hate people by the end and then have to walk home in afternoon traffic when it is most likely windy. And reli just makes me sleepy. So why, oh why, do I always finish with either stat or reli and never with biol or psyc? It sucks. I hate my timetable.



OK, I don't really, but I'm bored and lonely. Everybody's left town except me and my flatmate (who DOESN'T TALK) and I have to entertain myself somehow. Before writing this I was tidying my room.

I suppose I should get back to colouring in my timetable, cos then it will be pretty, and I like pretty things. And beautiful men, such as JC. My goodness, what a fine specimen he is. I could look at him all day...

WELL I'M HERE, TO REMIND YOU, OF THE MESS YOU LEFT WHEN YOU WENT AWAY......

Not you, of course.

So true about the blog. So true.

You know Britney Spears is an anagram of Presbyterians. As a member of the Presbyterian Church, I am ashamed.

I like the signatures. Classay.

Here's a thought.
This is just as if me and Steff were writing extra long texts to each other. Except letting them be available for anyone to read, should anyone want to. Of course, no one does. It amuses me.

The train was immense fun, as always. And my mother has my cell today, so i am phoneless temporarily. They do pay for it, after all.

And Darcy will be there on monday, just so you know. She's so cute!

And here is quite possibly the longest signature ever from Steff...
Signing out from Steff, the coolest person in the world. Why? Cos if I could be from Mississippi, I would. And cos I'm legal. Lance, come to New Zealand! And the rest of you too. We can have one of those wild drunken orgies our classics teacher keeps talking about. ;)

Brilliant moments from the N-Files wannabe: Jeanie in a Boyband
J.C. is browsing an antique shop. His eyes alight on an old lamp. He gasps with delight.
J.C.:Gasp!I'm delighted. That old lamp is just what I need to counter-balance the lamp with big globes I bought a while back.
*****
J.C.: Guess what guys? Today I was chilling in an antique shop and I rubbed this lamp and a genie popped out and told me I was now a genie.
Lance:J.C, I thought you did crack, not LSD.
J.C.: I don't do drugs. Music is my anti-drug.
Justin:Mine's mind-reading.
Joey: Mine's fighting evil.
Chris: Mine's tiddlywinks.
Lance: Mine's acting.
J.C.:All right guys, these are our anti-drugs...
*Nsync: What's your anti-drug?
****
And this is from the pick a path:

You settle comfortably into your seat and look to see who's next to you. Your eyes bug out in shock.On your left, a small green martian from Planet X. On your right, Lance Bass!You don't know who you want to talk to more.

Hehheh. This could keep me entertained for hours.

Byron: Hi, have you seen any sheep?
Joey: ...................No, I can't say I have.
Byron: I've lost this sheep. It's suspected to be hiding in this neighbourhood. Are you sure you haven't seen it? It's a master of disguise...sometimes it's a French maid, sometimes it's a rug.....
Joey: A rug, you say?
Byron: Yeah.
Joey: Well, it just so happens that we do have a rug.
Byron: Where is it? I'll check it out, if you don't mind.
Joey: Well, actually, it's cornered my friend in a room and is tearing his clothes off.
Byron: That's my sheep all right.

"So Mary and I have a plan. We were going to move to America, buy a house in Orlando next door to JC (I don't think he lives in Orlando anymore though), and throw Mary's dog over the fence. Then we would have to go and ask for him back, giving us the perfect oppertunity to meet JC (it was funny at the time). Unfortunately, that would involve getting the dog through customs, which would take about 6 months, fitting him on the plane, and having to pick him up and throw him over the fence in Orlando. The dog is very heavy. And smelly. And I didn't fancy the job much. Neither did Mary. Besides, we'd look stupid throwing a dog over a fence. So we came up with an alternative: Kidnap Wade, take him to America, buy a house next door to JC in Orlando, and throw him over the fence. It might work. And afterwards, JC could keep Wade, so we'd never have to see him again. Unless we happened to be getting the milk at the same time..."

Ah, those were the days. I love all this archive stuff. It's like a chest full of treasure. Lance is Evil. Fabulous graphic.

"I'm so hot, the icecube melted."

I love it.

Once upon a time....
Back in late March of 2000, Steff discovered a group called *Nsync and introduced them to Mary (figuratively). Mary immediately started laughing, and by early April the site that would grow up to be The Nsyncerator was born : Marymary's *Nsync Humor Site.Mary soon tired of that deeply original name, and as she began to learn HTML she made her first frames layout and changed the name of the site at the same time: "I Have Too Much Spare Time: An *Nsync site".
But that was not to last that long either: On May 4th (This was a coindence, I didn't find out when Lance was born until august) 2000, The *Nsyncerator was born.

And there, in a nutshell, we have the story of my descent into scareish freakiness.
I've just been doing a tour of the old humour section of the site before it became defunct, and it amuses me. Some stand-out moments:

The entire parodies section. In particular I recommend Hairy Mop, Toby, Buy Buy Buy [i don't wanna have to give up/buy our cd even though we suck....okay, so I wrote it but still.] and From Mississippi. [which only works if you say it "Mississipay."

Also the n-files. Steer clear of wtf, because it's not funny. Neither is Lance is Evil. It had potential, but never happened. Also the fanfiction is a good thing to avoid. Let us all cringe in unison.

I wish, I wish, I wish I had a copy of the one where lance goes to space. Because it is brilliant.

And a brilliant quote:
Mary's random thought for June 8, 2001, 5.47pm:
I didn't think at all in May. Funny.

Nobody knows, tiddly pom, how cold my toes, tiddly pom, how cold my toes, tiddly pom, are growing.
and there, in the immortal words of Winnie the Pooh, we have the true situation. I'm freezing. Stupid flat.
Stupid worst storm in 40 years, which has now completely left.
Stupid essay, which forces me to be out of bed. And is in fact finished, but quite possibly the worst essay I've ever written. [and i know that I say that every time, but this time it is true. It is awful. it is one giant example, and just generally badly written.]

I watched Buffy last night. Nothing much happened, but Spike is seriously hot. Haaah.

And now I must continue on my way. Math113 assignment, here I come....

Hello, I love you too. My name is Steff.

It amuses me how similar some peoples' lives are. Take Mary and myself, for instance. Completely different subjects, completely different years, generally different tastes (Usher is not hot. Sorry, but he isn't), and yet, she can send me a text that exactly mirrors my own thoughts:

"i'm so glad i'm not an olympic swimmer.and now must not watch.must...write...essay..."

Ah, life. So tell me, dear imaginary reader, do you think there could be law without religion? I am inclined to say no. But first I must read stuff so I can sound intelligent and back up my answer. Fucking Humanities papers. I'd never have to do this in chemistry...

Reading through the archives...

I was so inspired by my Thursday night adventures that I decided to see if I had anything else nsyncerator-ish saved on my computer. I present to you, the longest and most informative sentence I have ever used:

Mary and I were wondering if the VMAs were going to be cancelled or postponed on TV3, with more CNN coverage and all that stuff that happened The Week New Zealand Turned American And Then Realised We Had Our Own Problems Like We Were On The Brink Of Losing Our National Airline Because Of Some Australian Cock-Up The Ockers Liked To Blame On Us So We Turned Kiwi Again.

Bad things.
All Blacks lost. Cannot find recipe for gingerbread. Equestrian events for Olympics are on at about 4am, and all I want to do is see Reddy Teddy in his last Olympics! I'm a big fan.

But not of Blyth Tait. He scares me.

Watched Celebrity Treasure Island [the final.]. Was very exciting....Yes. Way to go Josh Kronfeld, you raglan person you.

My computer is having a spaz, so I will hold that thought for now.

Use the Force, Luke.
Ah, Star Wars: A New Hope. It is an excellent movie. Particularly for the extraordinary acting* of its three leads. And the sexy costume stylings of Han Solo. Got to love that open-shirt-from-which-hair-may-sprout look, very seventies. Especially good when combined with low-slung blaster holster. Very Western.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Harry is a very sexy man. Especially when you compare him with the lusciousness that is Mark Hamill. I love Harry. He is mine. But it amuses me.

*not in a good way. i blame the director. and scriptwriter. wait, they're the same person.

it was very sad that i only got to see the end. stupid olympics. Stupid me for forgetting it was on.
incidentally, was it meant to be only the one movie? i think it was, just from watching it. and they made Darthie spin off into space in order to create the possibility of more, and then it all got rather out of hand. they should've stuck with three. but anyway. the end of A New Hope is very nicely rounded off. but i am glad they did not end there, because Empire Strikes Back is my favourite.
And Han. Must have more Han.

In the meantime, perhaps I shall watch some Olympic swimmers. Man, I can't wait for Men's Waterpolo...... ;)