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WINTER BREAK IS HERE AND IT IS ALL I DREAMED IT WOULD BE EEEEEEE!

I got home and there was the M15M book just waiting for me and I am now actually almost finished with it and it is FREAKING AWESOME. My next entry will probably be a review of that. I've decided to hold off on my review of Mr. Darcy Takes a Wife (Wink Wink, Nudge Nudge, If You Know I Mean And I Think You Do) until I'm actually done with it, which will also be fairly soon. I'm going to update A LOT this week, I think.

On a side note, I went out to dinner with my parents, brother, and grandmother tonight. We didn't get back until almost 8 and then Mama (the grandmother) hung out at our house, looked at the new bathroom, and listened to The Brother play his guitar for quite some time. And so I couldn't go to Marten's choir thing. Woe.

But I also went to go see Nanny McPhee today and it was LOVELY! Emma Thompson is so multi-talented and witty and awesome, and I am extremely jealous. Also, cute British kids. Also, ~~Mr. Darcy~~ Colin Firth is all that is love and happiness. (Am I the only one in the world who could not help picturing the late Mrs. Brown as Jennifer Ehle?) I heartily recommend this film!

For those of you not already aware, or who have not yet seen, Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog.

Right now I am here to tell you all a little story. This is a story which has already appeared on the livejournals of beatricepeabody and celtic_songster, but this is my version. My story, in my own words. I was going to put it on Compendium, but I've already done the last two posts on there and, besides, beatricepeabody made this excellent icon (unfortunately too large for lj) to commemmorate the event:

This is the story of quite probably the most embarrassing moment of my life.

So, it was like this. I had a bit of spare time (or at least I pretended like I did), so I went down to the theater to work on the costume crew, because technically I am on the costume crew for The Tempest. It so happened that celtic_songster, who is in my Old English class, and beatricepeabody, who wanted to borrow my icon animation program, were also there. They came back to my room with me after we were done, the latter to get said program, and the former to study OE. And study we did. We learned us some noun declension and some verb conjugation. (The word on the icon is "stan" or "stone" being declined.) But, being dorks, we got to talking about other, more interesting things. Like Star Wars. And lightsabers. And how I just happened to have two plastic ones, just sitting right there. And oh, could they please play with them? Sure. Did they want to duel? They sure did! To quote a certain Chosen One, "Yippee!"

Even in doing this, we did not neglect our studies. Far from it. We declined as we fought. beatricepeabody put in "Duel of the Fates" and we declined to that. (See icon. "Stan! Stan! Stanes! Stane! Stanas! Stana! Stanum! Stan stan! Staaaaaneeeeessss! Staaaaaannnnneeeeee!") This resulted in, among other things, both of us getting that song stuck in our heads during the test the next day. So, we were dueling and showing off our fancy tricks in my room, and I decided it would be a better idea to go out in the the living room where we would have more space. Makes sense, right? Of course right.

Only, as it turns out, wrong. Because I kind of got backed into a corner, and I felt my lightsaber hit something behind me. I turned and looked. Uh-oh. "Uhhh... guys?" I said. "That... was the fire alarm. I think maybe... we should stop now?" We all stopped at looked at the fire alarm apprehensively. Everything seemed to be fine.

Then the fire alarm went off.

Oh. Shit.

We stared at one another. We covered our ears. I believe I turned very, very red. The RA (a friend of mine) came out. "Uh..." I said, oh-so-eloquently. "It..." Well, what could I say? "It was an accident! ~~I was leaning far over to see the... uh... the, uh, uh... the propellers, and... I slipped!~~ I ran into it! Accidentally! I'm so, so sorry!" She sportingly rolled her eyes, threatened to kill me, and went to inform the other pod also hooked up to that system that nothing was wrong. And probably security also. The three of us waited around in the living room for a while to see if we would need to answer any more questions or security would come or if I would need to pay any fines. We put the lightsabers back in my room and agreed that absolutely no plastic weaponry of any kind was involved in the event. None whatsoever. In fact, it was my elbow. But nothing came of it and eventually we went back to more sedate studying. The whole time my ears were burning and I was torn between laughing and curling up in a little ball of shame and apology. I compromised by kind of doing both.

Hey! It could have happened to anyone!

I am clearly in need of more training (Marten, help!). I was not feeling the Force around me-- between the tree, the rock, me, the fire alarm...

Basically, I felt a lot like this iharthdarth comic.

The first thing my most compassionate friends said was, "This is so going on my livejournal." I agreed. At first, as I said, I thought it would go on Compendium, and tried to think of an appropriate quote to use as a post title. Unfortunately, nobody in Star Wars ever outright says, "You suck."

Or even, "The fire alarm sucks." Or "The Force hates me." Not even Obi-Wan.

I'm sure this sort of thing happened to the Jedi all the time. You just know the Force has that sort of sense of humor.

I'm still saving my P&P icons for a relevant post, as well as another icon I've made, but here are some Titanic ones from the deleted scene I call "101 Things A Rich Girl Can't Do."