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Ok, assholes of the world -- let's get one thing straight. In this state, I as a pedestrian have the right of way in a crosswalk, unless it's a red light.

So if I am crossing a rarely-used side street, no lights in sight, you can wait the bloody fucking thirty seconds it takes me to fucking walk across the ten feet of the street to the other side.

So hold your goddamned horses and don't fucking honk at me cause I'm in your fucking precious way. Those thirty seconds you spend waiting for me won't matter when you're home three minutes later. All you do is make me fucking pissed off and more likely to walk slower, asshole.

I've got fucking long legs and a brisk pace, especially if the mp3 player's got a fast song on, which it usually does. SO I'm not inconveniencing you all that fucking much. Bloody sit the fuck down in your fucking giant ass SUV and wait. It won't bloody kill you. Pretty sure you're not the one freezing your extremities off in a half mile walk home from your bus stop. You and your most likely heated car can just sit there and take it. It's THIRTY BLOODY SECONDS.

And yes, I did flip you off as you drove by. I dunno if you could see it cause it's FUCKING DARK OUT and I wear black gloves. So go to hell.

One of the best ways for me to fall asleep is to watch TV. Put the volume on low enough to be heard but not to disturb, and tune it to something I've a vague interest in or something I've seen before. Usually this lands me on the History Channel, followed by National Geographic and then sometimes Discovery. It used to be Nick at Nite til I discovered that I couldn't sleep while I was giggling to the George Lopez Show. That's one hella funny show.

Anyway, I'm having trouble deciding tonight. Nat Geo's out cause they're showing more science-y things this evening, but Discovery is talking about rituals and History is doing something about apocalypses, which doesn't usually tickle my fancy (see my haterade for Nostradamus), but this one doesn't seem so bad.

In other news my nose hurts. I hate being sick.

Developing a small cold again, which is supremely annoying. Mainly cause I hate being sick. I can deal with being injured* but I am miserable when sick. But life goes on and shit.

Today I went with my friend Wendy to see Wicked at Proctor's which I thought was in Troy but really is in Schenectady. Schenectady has the misfortune of being the crappiest of the three cities. Also, it was colder in Sch'dy than in Troy or Albany because of the goddamned wind. I hate wind. I hate it more than I hate hot weather, and you all know how I hate the hot weather.

Ok, so Wicked was very very very awesome. I first read the book years earlier (I was trying to find the post I made about it, but I can't find it now, alas and alack). As soon as I found out there was a musical I made sure not to spoil myself for the soundtrack by listening to it ahead of time, and I was grateful for that. The music is pretty darned good, and Marcie Dodd has quite the voice.

I liked what they did with the musical as opposed to what the book had**, but I feel that it was lacking something by having a white dude play Fiyero. Don't get me wrong, he did a wonderful job, but in my head, Fiyero is distinctively non-white, and the book made a point of making that clear as well. It goes more with the musical's theme than the book though to have him be white.
I also didn't care for the ending, but it made sense again for the musical's story than it did the book's ending.

Overall, I did love the show. I'd definitely see it again. I downloaded the soundtrack when I got home and I enjoyed listening to Kristen Chenowith as Glinda; but after hearing Marcie Dodd, I was kind of underwhelmed with Idina Menzel, whom I know the Internet has a thing for. But I didn't mind her!

So I decided that instead of tackling the giant stack of books that I haven't read yet I'm going to re-read Wicked. Because I can.

*Except my left arm. I can't function without my left arm.
**The book has a lot more uh shall we say adult situations, and is SLIGHTLY pessimistic.
and by slightly I mean a lot

I was in the middle of a book I wasn't entirely thrilled with, but it had a hook that I wanted to see through to the end. Well, more to see whether the book actually had a point to it or not.

I started it last week, I think the 27th, and now I can't find the damned thing. I think it might be in Genevieve's car, cause she gave me a ride home one night, and I couldn't find it after that. It's just weird, because I'm better with books than most of my other possessions.

I moved onto another book, because life is short like that, and so is the next book I'm reading. My goal this year is to actually keep track of how many books I've read this year. So the next batch of reviews won't be numbered except for the book that I did read this year -- the one I started today to replace the one that disappeared.

Another thing I'm going to do is to list all my books somewhere, either here or on blogspot or both to show off keep track of all the books I have, and possibly share with you guys if you're interested in any titles.

Now I'm going to bed, working on edits of my novel, and going to see Wicked tomorrow. That's correct, sir.

This video is made of win.

I'm almost finished with the first book of my novel! I just have to finish writing it up and then I'll print it out to hand-edit it. I find having a paper thing to correct/fix/rewrite makes me feel a lot better. It's how I do the original writing, on a yellow legal pad. Usually sitting out on the lawn with a soda in hand. But delicious nonetheless.

I decided to do one of those memes that everyone else is doing, so here goes:

( There's a lot of questions under here. Shoulda thought this through! )

I wonder if it's too odd to have a severely injured woman slip away from the bodyguard and her daughter and have one of the following options happen to her:

1) She jumps off a cliff to end her life
2) She surrenders to the people chasing them, and dies in their custody. Daughter and bodyguard escape to safehouse
3) She disappears and is never seen again.

For the purposes of the story -- the daughter is the scion of a fallen house, and the bodyguard is smuggling her and her followers off-world.

Ok, everyone knows that in the States Dec 26 is the land of post-Christmas sales and mega Returns. A few tips for you if you want to return things.

-Do not bring the stuff back without a receipt and bitch at me because you get lowest known selling price. "I know I paid more than this" doesn't work without a receipt. Show me, don't tell me.

-Do not try to bring back 2 pairs of stirrup pants and a sweater, and exchange them for two pairs of normal pants and get mad at me when the difference is two dollars in our favour. You cannot get the same sale we had on black Friday today. Bitch.

-Do not accuse me of not wanting to do your return in the magical fairyland way you have set up in your head for how the transaction should go. The reason I am telling you our policy is because if I were to do it your magical fairyland way, I would lose my job.

-I'm sorry, but bringing items back in the gift boxes they were given to you in is just fucking tacky. At least have the decency to bring it back in a bag. All it says to me is that you didn't even really care about the person who gave it to you.

-This goes double if there's still wrapping paper on the box. Someone took the time to pick out something for you. Also, we're not a landfill. Recycle the boxes at home or use 'em for regifting next year.

-No, you don't get cash back if you're returning on a gift receipt. Even if the original purchaser paid with cash. Know why? Cause your gift receipt says RIGHT ON IT returns on this receipt for merchandise credit or exchange only.

-Again, two different types of pants are not the same. No you may not get an even exchange for them.
-Same goes for a sweater and a pant. ONE OF THESE THINGS IS NOT LIKE THE OTHER.

Ok, so for some reason I was in Ottawa in the summer. I think I was just outside of Parliament, but near a bank of some sort. I saw this bus or taxi crash into the marble front of the bank. As I stood there, while it was on ffire, I saw this helicopter flying over the river, but it was a helicopter towing a tractor trailer, but it wasn't. I pulled out my camera and filmed it as it exploded and crashed down to earth fifty feet away from me, near where the taxi accident had been.

Turns out the helicopter was a flying saucer and it had aliens in it. But nobody survived either accident. Then I went and caught my bus back to the US and this dude kept following me, real creepy like. He was there one minute and not the next. Then he revealed that he was a vampire, and I told him to GTFO. A big wrestler type dude, complete with singlet and messed up hair came over and removed him.

I got to customs and another creepy dude was there. He was following me too. And I explained to the customs lady what I had been doing in Ottawa, and got on the bus. Creepy #2 wasn't with me. I got back to Albany and into my room and in bed, and I got up because I heard a noise. And the lights wouldn't flip on, so I opened the window to the streetlights and saw the two creepsters hanging out in my room. "It's not gonna work," Creepy #1 said. I yelled for the Wrestler guy and he took Creepy #1 out.

"You can't get rid of both of us that easily," Creepy #2 said. And then I heard a knock on my door and I woke up.