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Apr. 2nd, 2012 06:18 pm
kungfuwaynewho: (jayhawk)
If KU wins tonight, this LJ becomes an Official KU Celebratory Championship Rock Chalk Awesome Everything is Wonderful and Nothing Hurts Except Calipari's Ego (Again, LOL) LJ for the next 48 hours or so.  If we lose, I will sink into a deep depression and you will not see me for weeks.

JK JK you won't see me for days.  The rest applies.

Now it's time to eat snack things that will rumble unpleasantly in my stomach all night on account of the horrifying nervousness but no booze because I am driving. 

ETA:  So sad.  So, so sad.



(The only thing that might make me feel any better is John/Delenn porn.  Just sayin'.)
kungfuwaynewho: (jayhawk)











NGL, I cried a little bit at the end.  I still can't quite believe it.  We had to take a nighttime walk, we were all so worked up over it.  Will likely never sleep.
kungfuwaynewho: (jayhawk)
GODDAMMIT WITHEY WHEN YOU GET THE BALL INSIDE JUST GO UP WITH IT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO DRIBBLE BECAUSE THEN YOU GET STRIPPED EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN TIME JUST GO UP WITH IT YOU ARE LIKE SEVEN FEET TALL THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR YOU TO MISS FOUR OUT OF FIVE GIMMES STOP DRIBBLING THE BALL.

CHRIST.

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OH MY GOD WHY CAN'T ANY OF YOU REBOUND.  STOP BATTING THE BALL AROUND YOU'RE NOT PLAYING VOLLEYBALL GO UP AND GET IT AND BRING IT DOWN AND FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP FIGHTING OVER IT WITH YOUR OWN TEAMMATE.

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HEY GUYS IF THE PERSON IN FRONT OF YOU IS WEARING A DIFFERENTLY COLORED JERSEY, THEY PLAY ON THE OTHER TEAM.  DON'T PASS THEM THE BALL.

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I HAVE SEEN MIDDLE SCHOOL JV TEAMS PLAY LESS SLOPPY THAN THIS.  I AM NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING.

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STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP FOULING SOMEONE WHEN THEY'RE SHOOTING A THREE WHY ARE YOU SO DUMB?  THIS WOULDN'T BE SO BAD IF YOU HAD MADE MORE THAN ONE SINGLE THREE THE ENTIRE FUCKING GAME.

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I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU LOSE THIS GAME.  I SWEAR TO GOD.

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Well, we won.  I had to go sit in the other room and listen to a good chunk of the end after we blew an eight point lead by playing like a bunch of sucky losers.  There was a bad call at the end of the game - we knocked it out of bounds, but the refs called it off NC State and we kept possession.  Then we scored on the in-bounds and took the lead.  Without that bad call, NC State still has the momentum and would have had possession, and may very well have beat us.  This is the kind of victory that it's hard to take any enjoyment in at all.

Time to get six hours of sleep before I go to work!
kungfuwaynewho: (jayhawk)
KU is down by three with two minutes left.  Watching the game upstairs started to feel like a jinx.  Am now "watching" game by following play-by-play on ESPN website.  Hopefully this will work.

Yes, I do believe that my actions contribute to the team's success.

ETA: WE WON.  WE WON.  HOLY SHIT.  I had to watch the last possession through my shirt.  Oh my God, okay, we trailed THE ENTIRE GAME, and we managed to come back and win. 

Whyyyyy does it make me so happy when a bunch of random men win a game?  I don't know.  But I am beyond zen right now.  I AM ULTRA-ZEN.
kungfuwaynewho: (jayhawk)
The Orphan Queen: 32908 words --> Daily Total: 1251 words

I almost didn't write yesterday.  I was just feeling really blah at work, and I read Sherlock Holmes instead.  When I came home, my Gamps was out for dinner, and we watched like three episodes of Storage Wars.  Then I read about Penn State (why, I don't know, since it just makes me so angry that I end up just ranting to the empty room), and then I watched the first half of the KU-Kentucky game.  (KU lost, I am Not Happy at all, especially since we do the same dumb shit every year.  Why is Coach Self incapable of getting these guys to throw clean passes and get offensive rebounds?  Why do we have a point guard every year who just runs pell-mell down for the paint, into a cluster of three defenders, like a goddamn fool?  Why can we only score in brief little offensive bursts that punctuate long, long stretches of no offense at all?) 

Anyway, I was ready to call it a night.  Then I was like, ugh, I won't have anything to post tomorrow.  Do I make excuses?  Do I lie?  Do I just not post and hope no one notices?  And this is even being fully and completely aware that none of you actually give a shit.  But this is exactly why I was doing this, because it makes me accountable to myself, even if it's kinda dumb.  So I got out my laptop and sat up for another hour in bed and finished the section I was on.  And it was awesome, and I figured a character thing out that I think will be a big deal later on.

I have a lot of goals for today, since I don't go to work till 5pm.  Like most days I have grand goals, I will be happy if I complete one.  My goals are: to incorporate all the notes and edits to the Screenwriting Contest from reading it at writer's group Monday night; to write at least two more scenes on The Fall; to write at least the opening scene of my untitled zombie screenplay; to work on my Latin for the first time in two weeks.  If I'm feeling especially ambitious, I might go get my flu shot.
kungfuwaynewho: (jayhawk)
Happy first day of the tournament!  Those of you new to me during the month of March will be learning that the tournament is more important than pretty much anything else.  The fact that I am working today and tomorrow - days when historically I sit in front of the TV and watch all the games while a thick mist made up of rainbows and unicorns forms around me - has been difficult to bear, but I think I will prevail.  If nothing else, I will have an ESPN.com window open to at least keep track of the scores.

Last night was difficult.  Was vaguely and inexplicably nauseated, kept waking up.  The front part of my brain scolded the back part of my brain in the form of a very strict British butler.  "No, we shall not throw up.  Mustn't do it.  Just buck up and get the work done."  I sat at my computer from about 2am to 4am, playing games and reading tumblr and occasionally staring manfully into the distance, and I think I'm okay now.  I've always been a fan of fake it till you make it anyway, so I'm perhaps overcompensating and actually sang "hellooooooooo!" to someone when I walked into work, but that's just sorta how we roll around here so it was okay.

Also, took a shower and climbed into bed with a wet head last night, but instead of waking up with a Delenn-style bad hair day, I woke up and had one of these kinds of mornings:


Sadly, I am still not yet Gates McFadden.  BUT I WILL BE.  ONE DAY, I WILL BE.
kungfuwaynewho: (jayhawk)
Continuing to write like a motherfrakking boss. Oh, the perfect high of being in the writing zone. And it was Selection Sunday today! And we're a one seed! And I grilled homemade naan and curried chicken for dinner! And I watched Community! And North Carolina lost! And Tron videos!

Great weekend, babies. Great weekend.

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kungfuwaynewho: (tng picard stars)
FINE I'LL DO IT TOO.

How-do.  My name is Shannon.  I'm the oldest of four kids; I have two younger sisters and a younger brother.  Born and raised in Kansas, and my mom went to KU, so November-March (April if we're lucky) is ALL KU BASKETBALL ALL THE TIME.  I cried, literally cried, when we lost to Syracuse in the 2003 Championship Game.  I also literally cried when we won in 2008. 

I am amused that the first thing I thought of, after discussing my family, was the KU Jayhawks.  So.  That should tell you something.

Growing up I wanted to be an actress.  I did school theater and was ~awesome.  Then when it came time for college I randomly applied to USC's Film School amidst all my other applications to theater programs and was accepted.  And got a scholarship and hella financial aid because hi, middle-class girl from a big square state.  So I went to film school, and it was pretty fantastic.  I specialized in post-production sound which means that I know how to make fake footsteps by crunching through old used film to make it sound like walking through grass, and I'm one of those annoying pedants who says "level" instead of "volume," and if you want to make someone's voice sound like it's coming out of a telephone all you have to do is cut out all the low-end.  THESE ARE ALL CLEARLY USEFUL LIFE SKILLS.

Then I went to the University of Texas in Austin for grad school and learned how to be a screenwriter.  Grad school was even more awesome than undergrad.  I miss academia.  It is a very safe, nurturing womb-type place for me.  If the whole actually making movies things doesn't work out, I would be quite happy teaching screenwriting at a college somewhere.  Of course,  you pretty much have to sell something and be a professional screenwriter before any school will hire you, so it's kinda a Catch-22.

I love the following: science fiction.  Julius Caesar.  Sleeping with my window open on cold nights.  Apple cider.  Snuggling my kitty cats.  Halloween.  The internet.  Reading while I eat.  Television.  Driving at night.  Candles that smell good.  Starting new hobbies I will eventually abandon.

When I was a very small kid, in the 6-8 year old range, I used to lie in bed at night and fantasize about walking.  I would imagine waiting till my parents went to bed and the house got very quiet, then sneaking out of my room and packing my backpack with a change of clothes and some peanut-butter sandwiches.  Then I would slip out the door and just start walking, on empty, moon-lit streets, never passing another person.  Just walking.  Sometimes, I will think about how much I would still like to do that, and decide that one day, I will.  I will pack a bag and drive out to some lonely one-lane road late at night and I will just start walking.  It will be great.

The rest of the days. )

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