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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'.)

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.

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.

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. )