I totally just showed my mum Repo! The Genetic Opera and she was totally enjoying it. Bwahaha. Score another to our team. (She's perhaps not converted as I doubt she'll ever watch it again, but she was interested and entertained.)
This means I've introduced every one of my friends to Repo and all of my parents! (All meaning mum, dad and my stepmum... who apparently didn't quite enjoy it so much. Heh.) Although I miss the forum days pre-movie, but just because I can't really keep up with stuff now because there's so many people and things there.
Noithing makes for a good night like a bottle of wine and Repo! and I am quite happily buzzed. Except no one else seems to be online to keep me entertained. You bastards.
Hahaha, mum just came back out and said "save me some pictures of that graverobber man and set one as my desktop... and I wouldn't mind if it was the Repo Giles either." She is SO caught.
I deleted* my Facebook. I AM FREE OF YOUR FASCIST SOCIETY NOW.
(* except it's not deleted but 'deactivated' - I don't know if there's a way to actually delete it for reals :/)
So, the plan for tonight was to turn the four metres of red fabric I bought into a dress instead. So Jen and I watched Mean Girls (OH YES WE DID) while I laid it all out on the floor and sort of made a pattern out of newspaper. By twenty minutes later I decided that I had no a clue what I was doing and maybe cutting the cloth up and just sort of pasting it to my body wasn't the best idea. I'll see if I can instead get a hold of Sam verysoon and she can tell me what to do, because whatever I was thinking wasn't working.
I lack the skills.
So I decided that I would work on the button holes on my other dress... but I have no blue thread to match it.
So tonight I got exactly nothing done on my medieval clothes, except for getting Jen into them and finding she looked quite hot in them. (But, let's face it, girl looks pretty damn good in most things, the sexy-waisted excellent-breasted cow. Although, a cow would mean udders not breasts and now there's all this imagery going on in my head and it needs to stop immediately.)
For the first time in a year I have dyed my hair. A YEAR. That's pretty much the longest I gone without dying it since I was about sixteen, which is madness. No photos, because it's not that dramatic. Just a rather pretty and very non-medieval berry sort of red. It has a nice sun glow to it but not the radioactive I used to have.
LFoD drinkies tonight means I have to clean my room. As one can understand this is a horrible thing for me to face and I have to remove to poets so I can vacuum. (Rats? Strangely not fond of the very loud sucking machine. Who would have thought it?) Uuuuugh, task too daunting. Abort. Abort.
Slave auction and party last night was pretty damn awesome even if I was - shock horror - sober. (See, mum? Totally not a drunk ;P) Had heaps of fun actually and did my regular trick of stealing leather jackets from the nearest male. It remains one of my very favourite games.
I want to end this on something really witty, but alas I have nothing.
EDIT: Hats make me look like a twat.
Rock on, my bitches.
First episode of Sarah Conner Chronicles? Hells yeah! Freakin' awsome. Like I said to Alison and Jen just moments ago, it's like the second movie has continued on in my HEART... on the telly.
Texted Tim halfway through with I AM GOING TO BE SARAH CONNER WHEN I GROW UP!! and was texted back moments later and told I would have to a) be less fat, and b) stop wearing skirts. The boy lives to crush my dreams into ashes.
Jen is offended that Summer Glau looks younger than she did in Firefly. I am not offended, because she looks hot... in that sort of weird way of hers. Lena Heady is freaking perfect and her character is spot on. So far at least. It still is only the first episode after all.
And since everyone else who has any interest has already seen the whole show this post is kind of pointless but, dammit, I'm excited!