"I don't want to hurt you baby . . . doesn't mean I won't." Spike, Buffy the Vampire SlayerNo, I haven't done much lately. Well, I did sign up for summer school classes (at 6 am, yuck) and downloaded all the new pictures for the page. Screwed off all day, tried to write fiction to enter in a webzine (due tomorrow), but the two stories I'm working on stink (one has a great idea and no plot, the other one I just don't want to write descriptively enough, and it's rehashing very old material). Yeehaw. As usual, I've been watching too much TV (but they're season finales!) and putting off studying (I am sooooo tired of it, I can't wait until my midterms are over next week).
So, anyway, on to tonight's shows. You guessed 'em, Buffy and Dawson (Gee, like I do anything else Tuesday nights?).
On Buffy: Well, wasn't that tragic. I can't believe the show killed off the leading hunk. Bad idea. And not to mention that they picked the worst possible way for her to have to do it- right after he got his soul back. I hate that kind of thing. I know I'd been thinking, "Geez, will one of you kill the other already instead of BS'ing about it?", but that wasn't what I was going for. But (sigh) too late now . . . no ghostly appearances from a demon vampire, right? 
What a mistake. That and I'm wondering what's up with Buffy leaving town, like she can really get away from being a slayer. Why not just stay at Willow's or something? Okay, enough of that one- other than that it was a pretty funny episode though.
On Dawson: This one was hitting me in a few places. Amazing how Joey and I spout the same one-liners and act similarly. (man, I loved her cliffhanger lines- excellent- too bad I didn't write 'em down.)Hmmmm. Let's see . . . Joey wants outta town, I'm outta town and don't want to return (which is the tragic problem about these small towns- they so come back to haunt you). Joey wants to run away, I always want to run away. She wants a reason to stay, so do I (however, I'm not getting one). And as for the level of male cluelessness running through the episode . . . well, let's just say that it drastically decreased. Whoopee, nice to know some male gets a kick in the ass and gets a clue- even if it was only for the cliffhangin' season finale. Such a shame The Moron can't get a clue . . . then again, my life doesn't have season finales. Heck, this year it's not having much of a summer hiatus either. Anyway, I enjoyed these past two days- all my people getting together =)
Anyway . . . certain people want to know about what I'm going to do to blow off The Moron. I'm ashamed to say that I don't know yet. Well, while I was at Maya Angelou (forgot to bring a book) I tried to come up with a list of things that I'd say in a blowoff letter (he ain't home to call)- but somehow it was very difficult, and nothing came to me. But right now (after watching another guy pull his head outta his ass) I could come up with a bunch of stuff if I were just talking. I need a recorder, dammit!
But to be honest here, I don't know if I'll even do it. Probably not this week until I get my paper written (probably Sunday night as always- well, nothing's on Thursday, maybe I can do it then), French done (all week, dammit, oh, and by the way, I got a C- better than expected), and midterm studied for (god, I gotta get off the Internet). Or if I still come up with nothing, maybe I'll just disappear into thin air- well, I won't be home, not like he'll miss me- he won't know my new address-
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