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In Which I Fangirl Firefly. May 26, 2010

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Oh hey! I need to hurry because I’m about to take a bath,* but I wanted to post a blog to celebrate Geek Pride Day. I’m not really doing anything special in particular to celebrate, being as I’m a Proud Geek everyday. But right now, I’m listening to Siriusly Smiling and I’m going to watch the sixth episode of Firefly tonight, so that probably counts. Yaaaaay, Firefly! I love Firefly! Yay yay yay! Hopefully, I can use my awesome Jedi Mind Trick skills to convince Mum and Nemo to let me stay up all night watching it. Heh heh heh.

ANYWAY, Firefly. Is. Effing. Amazing. Please please please no spoilers. And don’t even ask me whether I like BSG or Firefly better, because they’re both incomparable and amazing.

(Minor spoiler alert!!!) Zoe is so cool! Wash and Jayne (is that how it’s spelled?) are hilarious! Mal is so freaking awesome, like some type of male Kara Thrace only less frakked up and angelic. River is so crazy! I’m not sure whether or not I like Simon! The Shepherd is so mysterious! Kaylee is so awesome and so effing adorable! I just wanna hug her!

Similarities between Kara Thrace and Mal:

1. They’re both totally hardcore and fighty and stuff.

2. They’re both effing awesome.

3. A Great Majority of the population thinks they’re both hot. (Don’t deny it. I know straight girls who would totally go gay for Kara.)

4. Okay, I can’t really think of any more similarities, but trust me, there are loads.

Awesome: This Land. Also, that part where Mal gets Kaylee the dress and then everyone is a jerk to her and then she finds friends yaaaaay! Also, this.

Unawesome: Oh my God, why won’t Mal and Inara freaking kiss already? Jeez!

P.S. I’ve come to the distressing but inescapable fact that every time you ship Harry/Hermione or Kara/Lee, God cancels a Joss Whedon show.

*Like the Great Colin Singleton, I much prefer baths to showers.


Life Update, Sudden but Inevitable betrayals, and more rap! May 20, 2010

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Oh hey! Guess what I have for you today? Well, no. Not a Darren e-mail. But I do have another rap (this time it’s to Thea, from me)!


You know that Thea is the coolest

If you’re a jerk, she could be the cruelest

Yeah, you know she’d chop off your face with a axe

‘Cause she’s not so good at c-c-comebacks

But that’s all right, you see

‘Cause she’s Th-Th-Th-Th-Thee…

A. Thea. Not… you know? Screw this.

Bookwormdaisy out!

I’m not very good at rapping.

In other news, the demons might not be so demonic after all.  London and Gracie came over to hang out yesterday. True, they have frighteningly little knowledge of Shakespeare’s genius,* but they seem pretty nice. I’m assuming the reason they were acting evil that one day was the third girl (I think her name was Nadaine)’s mystical, devil-like influence. But I’ll be on my guard and keep you posted.

In even more news, I’ve started watching Firefly for the first time. I’m only on the second episode, and I already love it. Kaylee is so awesome! Mal is so hilarious! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal (I love Wash)! It’s funny watching it after seeing Dr. Horrible ’cause Mal and Captain Hammer are both played by Nathan Fillion, who, for the record, is supremely magnificent! River totally reminds me of the Hybrid!

Awesome: Apple juice! Apple juice! You and me in Japan. Watch me dance.

Unawesome: Nothing!

*”What did you guys do in school today?” “We watched half of Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet.” “Hamlet?” “Yeah, you know… Shakespeare? To be or not to be? Screw this.”



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Oh hey!

You know, my life is pretty freaking awesome. I have awesome friends and an awesome family. I’m fairly mentally stable, although sometimes I do things like this. However, my mental stability doesn’t mean that I don’t get totally effed up under the influence of dentist-prescribed drugs. And by “dentist-prescribed drugs,” I mean nitrous oxide (laughing gas) and some kind of mouth-numbing drug that I forgot the name of.

So, on Tuesday at about two o’clock, I went to my dentist, Dr. Jeff’s, office, for a checkup and tooth cleaning. Or so I thought. It turns out that I had to have sealants on some of my teeth and a filling for one of my cavities. Balls. Whateva. I decided I’d get it over with quickly. I sat down in the chair and let Dr. Jeff’s assistant who is really nice but I can never remember her name put the nitrous oxide nose thing over my face. Basically, for those who are living under a rock or just have really good dental hygiene, I’m pretty sure it’s this plastic thing hooked up to a tank full of laughing gas (When I say, “I’m pretty sure,” it means that I can never really look at it ’cause it’s on my face). At first it smells disgusting, but a few minutes in it smells like pure, wonderful oxygen. Laugh-making oxygen.

Then they went through the whole un-fun process of working on my teeth, blah blah blah. They put numbing stuff in my mouth, and then gave me an extra shot of the numbing stuff. At least, I assume it was a shot. Dr. Jeff kept calling it a “zinger” ’cause that’s a less scary name that “shot” and he’s a pediatrician, so his job is to keep small children un-panicky while he pulls their teeth out and stuff. They cleaned my teeth, and the toothpaste was gross, but the nitrous made me not even care. Apparently, I wasn’t numb enough so they gave me another shot of numbing stuff.

They started painting the sealant on my teeth like my mouth was a freaking canvas. At one point, they shined (shone? shined?) a blue light thingy into my mouth, and it made a beepy noise. I was extremely curious as to what this was, so I asked, “Whazabloothing?”

Dr. Jeff: What did you say there, Daisy?

Me (prohibited from talking normally because of evil dentist tools in my mouth): Whazabloothing?

Dr. Jeff (taking evil dentist tools out of my mouth): What?

Me: What’s the blue beepy thing?

Dr. Jeff: Oh, that’s a laser. It activates the sealant. (At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what he said. I was sort of delirious.)

Me (Eyes widening): Laser?

Dr. Jeff: Yep. Laser.

Me: Yaaay! Laser!

I vaguely recall, as he continued to laser-activate my sealant, thinking that it would’ve been much cooler if the lasers made “pew pew pew!” laser gun noises instead of beeps. Surprisingly, I still agree with that.

They continued to do terrible-yet-worthwhile things to my teeth. I recall Dr. Jeff taking a break to go get some supplies, and Mum, Nice Assistant (was her name Ashley?), and I talking about amusement parks for some reason. I proudly and slurringly proclaimed that Space Mountain is my favorite ride of all time because “AH’M A SSHHHPACE NEERD!” I sounded uncannily like Spaghatta Nadle. In my un-drugged state, I realize that I should’ve said, “I’m a sci-fi nerd, but saying I’m a space nerd suggests that I like science-y space, which I do, but I really like science fiction space more,” or even “I’m sort of a sci-fi nerd, but not even that much ’cause I don’t even know that much about sci-fi in general, but I do like some sci-fi things.”

At one point, I remember trying to stick my numbed-up tongue out of my mouth, which was quite a feat. I couldn’t frakking figure it out. I felt like a sarlacc.

Dr. Jeff put a weird, rubbery tarp-thing in my mouth for some reason. Probably because I was drooling so much. When he pulled it off, it felt like he was ripping off my cheek, which made me laugh hysterically.

After a while, they finished. I stumbled out of the dentistry building and went to Thea’s house. My mouth didn’t get fully un-numb until, like, seven o’clock.

Freaking dentist.

Awesome: A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket, which I’m re-reading.

Unawesome: My jaw still hurts from being propped open by the dentist for an hour.


Swordguns and Prostitutes! Yaaaay! April 27, 2010

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Oh hey! As you might have gathered, I really like reading. Also, I really like writing, and I really like acting. Now, I’m pretty sure I’ve never talked about history on my blog. For most people, this isn’t a sign that they don’t like history. It’s just a sign that they don’t like talking about it, but I really frakking like talking about things I like. I assure you, if I liked history as much as I like, say, Galen Tyrol, or theater class, I would talk about it nonstop.

Okay, I’m really not sure if that last paragraph made sense to you, but it basically said, “I’m not a huge fan of learning about history.” That said, yesterday I sat down to watch a two-hour-long documentary about American history, which is probably my least favorite kind of history. There was a narrator who loved using the word “ragtag” to describe the American army, only instead of saying it like a normal person, he kept pronouncing it “RAAAGtag.”

However, I’m not complaining. I learned a lot of interesting stuff, so without further ado, let me present your American History lesson of the day.

So. People sailed over to America, but it was cold and a lot of them died, but they found Native Americans who helped them plant and hunt and stuff. The Americans were happy, so they massacred the rivals of the Native Americans who helped them. To celebrate, they had a dinner we now call Thanksgiving. I think my first-grade teachers left that little fact out out of our Thanksgiving play. My God, we have a messed up country. Then they evolved and blah blah blah, and all of a sudden BAM! New York! New York is awesome, and the Americans love New York! But the Americans didn’t want to pay taxes, and the King of England or something wanted them to, so the Americans dumped a bunch of tea into the ocean. Bad move, America. If you had dumped the tea into like, a lake, that would’ve been the most delicious cup of tea ever, but noooo, you had to frak up and dump it in saltwater. Fail.

The King sent over his army, the Redcoats, to keep the New Yorkers in line, but the Americans were angry and so the Redcoats killed like, five of them. Everyone got angry and blah blah blah, massacre, war fight fight fight! The Redcoats occupied New York (Am I the only one who gets reminded of New Caprica by this?) and one out of every five women was a prostitute. Fun fact! (Well, okay, that part doesn’t remind me of New Caprica, except for hookerish Ellen Tigh.)The Americans didn’t have an army, and the Redcoats were awesome at fighting, so they fought a couple of times and then the Americans decided to make an army out of like, blacksmiths and stuff, only No Girls Allowed (I told you this was some messed up history)! They went to this one place and it was freezing and then they got smallpox and then some genius tried to inoculate them by (ew!) rubbing the pus of infected people into the open wounds of uninfected people. It worked, and only one out of fifty patients who were inoculated died. Hooray!

The American army still wasn’t very awesome, but then they adopted this guy who wasn’t accepted in his country or wherever because he was gay (aaand we could learn a lesson from that). He taught them about swordguns and then they were awesome fighters yaaaaaay! Some important guy got shot in the head and then they had a war and then I sort of forgot what happened after that, but we won.

Aren’t you just amazed by my impressive knowledge of our history. Pshaw. Just kidding!

Awesome: This.

Unawesome: Um, when you drop a plate on your foot. That was Thea’s contribution. Apparently that once happened to her.


I am neurotic, but at least I get in singing practice. April 23, 2010

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Oh hey!

I believe I’ve previously mentioned the horrors of the bathroom at Nemo’s office building. However, I’ve never gone into the full terror of simply having to pee.

First, I must come to terms that I really really need to go the the bathroom. This is a burden in and of itself, being as I generally dislike visiting this particular bathroom. After I decide I need to pee, I tell Nemo I’m going to be in his evil bathroom. The ulterior motive for this is so he doesn’t think I ran away or something, but mostly it’s because if I get eaten by zombies I want someone to find my body.

I then put on my shoes if they aren’t on already (I don’t really like shoes, but bathrooms are generally filthy), and make the trek out of his room and down the office, past the main receptionist desk, and out the door.

Nemo’s company’s office is one of many in a large building, but fortunately, their office is close to the women’s bathroom. So I walk to the bathroom and tentatively open the door. Once I’ve made sure there are no robots/zombies/serial killers/Death Eaters/Cylons in any of the stalls, I go in the second stall from the right. I don’t know why I always go in this one, but I do.

I lock the door and sit down on the toilet. Well, I mean, I pull down my pants and stuff, but let’s not get into the details. I then proceed to pee, hoping against hope the demon toilet won’t automatically flush while I’m still sitting on it.

Lately, I’ve started singing while I pee in that particular bathroom because it makes the whole place seem a lot less scary. You might think that I’d be worried someone would walk in while I was singing a robot love song, but no one ever uses the bathroom. Despite the large number of women in the entire building, I hardly ever see anyone in there, which is partly what makes is so creepy. Why am I the only one ever in there? It’s one of the mysteries of life, I’m pretty sure.

So I finish peeing, pull up my pants, and almost have an an aneurysm when the demon toilet auto-flushes. It makes this creepy whirring, screaming, whooshing noise right before it flushes, which always makes it sound like some sort of robot axe-murdering assassin is jumping over the side of the stall to murder me. I get over my heart attack and shakily open the door. I glance around to secure my safety and bolt over to the sink. I end up kind of wedged by the wall, because I don’t want to turn my back on the openness of the bathroom. I mean, of course there’s a mirror, but you can’t see vampires in the mirror. Yeah.

I then, back against the wall, wash my hands in the automatic sink and get a squirt of automatically dispensing soap. The auto-soap dispenser makes a freaky noise at the back of the bathroom by the toilets, which logically leads me to believe a basilisk is coming out of the toilet. I turn around, back still to the wall, and contort myself to get a towel from the automatic frakking paper towel dispenser. Chances are you’ve encountered one of these, and you’ll know that they make pretty scary noises too. I towel off my hands quickly and edge my way over to the door, still singing.

I use the old paper towels to open the door, because seriously? Do you know all the freaking germs that are on those handles? I prop the door up with my butt and try to toss the paper towels into the trash can. I usually miss, which means that I have to go pick them up and put them in the trash can, which solves the littering problem but doesn’t help the germ problem.

By now, I’m so freaked out that I just open the door with my bare hands and freaking sprint back to the office in case any invisible zombies followed me. Usually, this is the end of my adventure, but today I got locked out of the office, which means that I have to pound on the heavy wooden door and yell desperately until some savior comes and lets me into the office, because I’ve forgotten the password for the weird alarm thingy again, although I’m pretty sure it has a five and a three in it.

I get rescued and learn that the code doesn’t have a three in it, and then I blog about it.

Awesome: Not getting eaten by bathroom monsters!

Unawesome: Sorry for any spelling/grammar errors, I’m in a hurry and I don’t have any time to look over this post.


I’m a Happy, Happy Drama Queen. April 22, 2010

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Oh hey! Warning: This post is mainly me gushing about my awesome drama class friends, but I wrote some classic “OhmygodKaraThraceRulesZombiesAreAfterUs!” material in the end.

So, as I may have mentioned before, I love acting. I’m a bit of a drama queen, which is why you get posts like this. Therefore, it might not surprise you to know that I take drama classes at out state’s lovely old university whenever possible.

I have had some of the most fun experiences in my life at YTU (short for Youth Theater at the U-creative, huh?). I always go to the summer classes, which last about three weeks. Last year, I got to be in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. The year before, I was Helena in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The year before, I was in a play completely written by my teacher called Death and Tupperware.

I had, however, never gone to the other classes-the ones in the spring and fall. They’re generally once a week for a few hours in the evening, and this year, I thought, “Why not? Sign me the frak up!”

So I signed the frak up and started taking an acting class every Wednesday night with a group of kids around my age. The teacher’s name is Kelby, and she’s super super nice.

I already knew some of the kids-some from the summer session, and some from other places like school. Thea and Ruth take the same class I do, as does my friend Robin, who I met in the summer session three years ago.

Now, I don’t know if you know many theater people, but let me tell you, they can be pre-tty interesting. Our class is comprised of mostly girls and two boys, one named Nathaniel, and one named Mark. I’d venture to guess that Nathaniel is eleven or twelve, and Mark is the youngest kid in the class and has an uber-short attention span. Nobody really notices, because we’re all hyperactive and huggy, which is one of the many things I love about YTU. There’s an easily excited girl named Kitty, there’s a girl named Kylie I think I used to know, there’s a girl named Ainsley who always wears knitted hats. And they’re all super nice. And those aren’t the only kids in the class, I was just using them as examples.

This year, we’re doing an adaptation of a Vietnamese folk tale called Toad is the Uncle of Heaven, which is about the animals on Earth having a drought and going to the King of Heaven to ask for rain. To be honest, when I first realized we were going to be in a play with talking animals and weather gods, I was a little bit apprehensive. I was all, “Whaaat?” I was more used to plays with people. I wanted to die and cry and sigh and fling myself across the stage dramatically like I did in Midsummer.

And then? Our play turned out to be ridiculously fun. I got cast as a dying flower (see? I did get to die after all!) and a Hound of Heaven, which is basically a glorified wolf who gets to fight. Thea got cast as the Rooster, and Ruth plays one of the Guards of Heaven.

Last night was one of our final rehearsals (the play’s next Wednesday). I was scared that we’d forget all of our lines and mess up.

Turns out that we had an awesome rehearsal. I don’t know if that’s ever happened to you, but let me tell you, it makes you happy. I’d relate it to drinking or something only alcohol is disgusting and from what I’ve heard, the drunk happiness only lasts a while, if at all, whereas the kind of YES-WE’RE-AWESOME high doesn’t end with puking all over or getting a headache or angrily emailing someone. True, it might end with sweaty disgustingness and extreme thirst and rug burn on the foot from dragging yourself across the floor like a wolf, but that’s bearable.

So basically, I wrote this ridiculously soppy post and  now I don’t feel like myself so here’s a nice dose of un-sappy Daisy for you:

Oh hey! Guess who’s awesome?

Galen Tyrol.

Also? Karl Agathon. Also? Kara Thrace.

Ooooh shiny! Shiny robots! Shiny robots are gonna kill us all!

Awesome: Suuuunshine!

Unawesome: Ebola!


It’s like I’m living in a horror movie I’ve never seen. April 20, 2010

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Oh hey! Nothing much has happened since yesterday. Mum, Nemo, and I hung out and ate dinner. Nemo got a new issue of National Geographic. Every time they come out with a new issue, they give five geography trivia questions to answer, so Nemo decided to quiz me and Mum. I don’t remember the questions, but I remember I absolutely failed. I kept answering with place names like “Caprica” or  “Candyland” or, to mix it up a bit, “Aerilon.” We then proceeded to go on a walk, where I freaked out when we strolled down Elm Avenue, because “Isn’t that that street in that one horror movie I’ve never seen?

Mum: No, that’s Elm Street.

Me: Well. That’s close enough for me.

Then, a while later, or maybe it was before that, I can’t remember, we were walking by someone’s house when all of a sudden SCREEECH! Some kind of terrifying noise rent the air! I actually don’t remember what it sounded like, but it made it sound like we were about to get murdered. When I glanced up, I saw someone in their bathroom moving the shower curtains, which is what cause the noise, I’m pretty sure. But still.

Mum: Well, that actually sort of sounded like Psycho. *makes stabbing motions and noises*

Me: I’ve actually never seen that movie, but yeah, you’re totally right.

Pretty much, I’m living in horror movies I’ve never seen. Balls. That’s not good.

Awesome: This. This is frakking interesting.

Unawesome: Getting hit in the head with a dodgeball. That was another contribution of Thea’s.