Thursday, March 02, 2006

x-rays, hurricanes and deadlines

well...its been an eventful couple of days...

we took Mac the Dog to the vet yesterday to see what all was wrong with him. seems the old boy has a bunch of stuff wrong...collapsed vertebrate in his spine, kidney stones (and possible kidney failure), and an enlarged prostate that might be benign or cancer...but he's on some kickass pain pills right now and bouncing around like a puppy!

JK and I took our departing friend Mark out for dinner....good times
we went to a Mexican place, I dropped my phone in my food, had sour cream all over the thing...just as the waitress walked by and asked if I really dropped by phone in my food
had an inappropriate but necessary giggle when I told the waitress that I was going to eat JK's taco (she thought I giggled at her asking for a small box)
and yes, I am 14 years old
met up with Rex and went to a cool New Orleans inspired place, sipped on hurricanes (one of my favorite but lethal drinks) and listened to live jazz for a bit in honor of Fat Tuesday...
had to say goodbye to Mark...which sucks but its great for him

today at my usually pointless thesis group meeting I discovered that my graduate career in all likelihood is done by mid-April whether I finish my thesis or not
my advisor surprised me with the news that she'll be on sabbatical all next year and refuses to do any advising over the summer term...
which means I have 4 weeks to get a 100 page (my target) rough draft to her and hopefully get my committee to take pity on me and read the damn thing before term is over...
have to tell B&N that I'll be taking a little break from working...cause I have so much money now..
completely my fault I know, I'm only in this position because I'm an idiot and put myself there

my parents and JK think a do-or-die deadline (gotta love the word "deadline" with the whole "dead" in it) will be good for me and enable me to finish...because I've only ever been successful under completely insane pressure...they're probably right

stayed tuned to see if I finish or die in the attempt...

oh and Kristin....watch the damn disk!!!! I doubted HP but took everyone's word, time to take our word on VM

posted by Adam | 2:22 PM

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why does Kristin reject vm? Why do people laugh at us when we tell them "it's so awesome?" It's like the OC but with more mystery, is written better, and is totally hilarious.

This is a little pre-LoVe for you, with a bit of weevil.

Veronica: Let's not forget Logan Echolls. His dad makes twenty million a picture. You probably own his action figure. Every school has an obligatory psychotic jackass. He's ours.

Weevil: Sister, the only time I care what a woman has to say is when she's riding my big old hog. But even then, it's not so much words - just a bunch of 'oohs' and 'aahs,' you know?
Veronica: So it's big, huh?
Weevil: Legendary.
Veronica: Well, let's see it. I mean, if it's as big as you say, I'll be your girlfriend. [gasps] We could go to prom together! What? What seems to be the problem? I'm on a schedule here, vato.
Felix: Dude, Weevil, don't let blondie talk to you like that.
Veronica: Sounds like your buddy here wants to see it, too.
Felix: Oh hell, I'll show you mine!

Logan: Hey, Ronnie. Hey, we've decided that we'd rather surf than study today. You wanna come with? Duncan will promise to take his shirt off. Does that sweeten the pot? Does that make you horny? Hey, D.K., flex for your ex.
Duncan: Shut up, Logan

Logan: Hey, Veronica Mars. Do you know what your little joke cost me?
Veronica: Well, I'm pretty sure you won't be getting your bong back.
Logan: [smashes a headlight] Wrong answer. Would you care to guess again?
Veronica: Clearly your sense of humor.
Logan: [smashes other headlight] Nope. And you're usually so good at pop quizzes. No, the correct answer is: my car. That's right, my Daddy took my T-bird away. And you know what I won't be having? Fun, fun, fun

Felix: Hey, yo, is this O-Town any good? I mean, my little sister likes it, but you know, she likes ponies and juice boxes, too.

Logan: Tell the truth, Veronica. Did you just sign up for newspaper class so you could be around Duncan?
Veronica: No, I'm here so I could be closer to you.

Logan: Hey. Have you noticed that the new kid in town has uh, been all over your trailer-park ex?
Duncan: Let it be, Logan.
Logan: Okay nowhere man, you be the fool on the hill. See if I care.

Lilly: Okay, it's my turn. Logan.
Logan: Truth.
Lilly: What did you think of Veronica the first time you saw her?
Logan: I don't know, I thought she was hot.
Veronica: I was 12 when you moved here!
Logan: Oh, and like you weren't working it in your shorts and knee socks.
Veronica: That was my soccer uniform!
Logan: Whatever! It totally worked. Okay, Lilly.
Lilly: Dare.
Duncan: [scoffs] Shocker.
Logan: Okay, kiss someone in this limo.
Duncan: Come on, man. Here we go. [Lilly fakes out and kisses Veronica instead]
Logan: Ohh!
Duncan: Oh, no.
Logan: A little girl-on-girl action!
Duncan: Dude, that's my sister and my girlfriend.
Logan: Yeah, dude, like that one's not in the rotation

Wallace: My first college party - drinking piña coladas with a dude and talking about math.

Troy: Isn't this where we parked? Tell me that this isn't where we parked. Please, someone tell me that you can see my father's car and this heart attack I'm having now is for nothing.
Logan: I don't know. Maybe it's like Brigadoon. Come back in a hundred years and it'll be right back in this spot.

Veronica: Uh, your monkey's gonna have to ride in the back.
Logan: Ha ha. Nice car. God, it must've been a huge cereal box.

Logan: They teach you manners in ESL?
Weevil: If I was gonna cheat, don't you think I'd pick somebody smart?
Logan: If you "was gonna"?
Mr. Daniels: Ah, alas, you both get zeroes. No talking during tests.
Logan: I guess Mrs. Daniels ain't giving it up at home, huh?
Mr. Daniels: You know, the glow of your father's wealth and celebrity may be enough to sustain you through high school, Mr. Echolls, but do you know what it will get you in the real world?
Logan: Please say "high school English teacher." Please say "high school English teacher." [Weevil snickers]
Mr. Daniels: Mr. Navarro. I wonder if you'll find Mr. Echolls so amusing ten years from now - when you're pumping his gas.

Weevil: Let me ask you something, man.
Logan: Is this detention or hell?
Weevil: How do you people not make yourselves sick? I mean, it's like you walk on water in this school. For what? It's nothing that you do. I mean, all that matters is who your parents are and the zip code your mom shot you out in.
Logan: And if I donate to the United Latino Pain-in-the-Ass fund, will you shut the hell up?
Weevil: You like playin' wit' yourself?
Logan: Huh?
Weevil: Or you wanna make things interesting?
Logan: What did you have in mind?

Mr Daniels: Is this Reno or detention?
Logan: Would you believe the best of both?

Mr Daniels: This is punishment, gentlemen, not party time.
Logan: Well, that would explain the absence of balloon animals.

Logan: Man, I tell you, Mr. Clemmons, I am pissed off!
Clemmons: I need for you to used appropriate language in here, Mr. Echolls. Now, what's gotten under your skin?
Logan: It's uh, it's that Weevil kid.
Clemmons: He is no longer a student here.
Logan: Yeah, I know. But the problem is he's getting all the credit for sticking Mr. Daniels' car on the flagpole. Now, all of a sudden, he's like, the biggest badass in... [Clemmons gives a look] rad dude, here at Neptune. People are going to be talking about that punking for years.
Clemmons: I don't think I understand.
Logan: I mean, I want my share of the credit.
Clemmons: You're confessing to helping Eli Navarro? You can't just get away with this, young man.
Logan: [sighs] Yeah, I didn't think I could. [props feet onto desk showcasing those boots made for walking Clemmons wanted earlier] So what kind of punishment are we talking about?

Logan: What, are we breaking up now? You want your best friend charm back?

Veronica: I love the smell of testosterone in the morning.
Logan: This is why I suggested attack dogs. But no, my mother wanted an alpaca.
Veronica: My father sent me with paperwork for your mom.
Logan: And you just wanted to say hi? It's a good thing I didn't have my slam book out.

Veronica: Look at you, all helpful.
Logan: Hey, your peskiness being unleashed on Connor brings me joy. Annoy, tiny blonde one! Annoy like the wind!

Miss James: You know what, it sounds like you blame Veronica.
Logan: You know, Veronica was my friend too. And if she hadn't ratted me out, then Lilly and I would have stayed together. And Lilly wouldn't have been alone that day. I would have been there. So, yeah, I blame Veronica. And I blame myself for being stupid. And I blame Lilly for being a bitch that week.

Aaron: Have you heard from your sister?
Logan: She sent a telegram. Heartbroken. Stop. Can't make it back from Sydney. Stop. Underwater shoot starts tomorrow. Stop. Entire crew said prayer for mom. Stop. Love you. Stop.
Aaron: Logan...
Logan: Stop?

Logan: There's a woman who saw my mom get out of her car and get in a van with a "mysterious stranger."
Veronica: There's also a jungle tribe that worships Donald Trump's hair. It's a tabloid.
Logan: So the girl with a pig arm can't really bowl?
Veronica: I just don't want you to get your hopes up.
Logan: I'm not paying you to worry about my hopes; I'm paying you to follow leads.
Veronica: I wasn't aware you were paying me.
Logan: This isn't a favor. It's a job, you know. I mean, we're not exchanging friendship bracelets.
Veronica: I'll stop braiding.

I think I'm done.

9:17 AM  

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