To go to the Firefly/Serenity convention in November, or not to go.  That is the question.

So far I'm seriously verging on a 'buy the ticket now!' moment.  But I'm restraining myself (because I so do not want to buy the gold tickets--those would cost a lot).

So far they've got Adam (already met), Morena, Alan (already met him), Gina (haven't met and she doesn't do much con appearances, does she?), Rafael and Yan (Fanty and Mingo; I met one of them two years ago at the Firefly con; forgot which one it was because they're twins, but he sure was nice.  Even personalized the autograph, which he was doing for everyones, because not a lot of people were in line for getting his autograph), and, this is the almost-deal-breaker for me going, Mark Sheppard.

Now if they add Sean Maher to the line-up, then I'd probably break down and buy the ticket to go, but...Mark Sheppard.  He's awesome.

This convention, of course, is in competition with the Stargate convention I also want to go in that month, for like a Saturday, just to meet the actor who plays Carson Beckett.  I know, purely selfish/shallow reasons.  Which, at this point, is why I'm leaning more toward Firefly convention more because there are more reasons for me to go to that than the Stargate one and damn it, they have Mark Sheppard.  I'm sorry, but he's awesome.  And they also have the two twins.

At this point, if I had a bunch of money, I'd spend that on going to the Firefly convention than the Stargate convention.  I may like Stargate Atlantis, but I'm a Browncoat at heart.  (Plus Mark Sheppard.)

I'll save this crisis for September when hopefully more guests are announced for the Firefly convention.

Now my current delimma(?): Can't Stop the Serenity, this big charity thingy where they air Serenity in movie theaters (or Dr. Horrible, or both).  Apparently there's going to be one showing in a movie theater in Irvine.  Which I can easily drive to.  I don't know whether or not to go to it (Serenity on the big screen again.  Awesome.  Like I said, Browncoat at heart).  It's June 20th, which, coincidentally(?) is the day of the Irish Festival also in Irvine (Irish Festival=awesome).  The ticket costs $15, which I think is a little excessive, but the money is going to a good cause (Equality Now).  So maybe I'll go.  I've never been to one before (the CSTS screenings) and I've always been curious as to what they're like.  So, IDK, maybe I'll buy a ticket and go.

In other news, school's over!  Well, not over over, but summer is here and I will enjoy these three months of no school.  By reading books and watching TV shows.  So far I've got an A in anthropology, A in yoga (yeah, no surprise there; all I had to do was show up to class, do a mid-term, put together a yoga sequence for the final, and that was it.  That was an easy A), C in calculus (boo calculus!...I hated that class.  As far as the math goes only.  I have nothing against the teacher.  But yay I got a C.  It wasn't a B like I was shooting for but still...I didn't get a D in it and I can take the next calculus course), and an A in the TV class.

I don't know what my grade in my other class is, as they're (Santa Ana college) is putting up this new system of registering for classes/checking grades and the old system, from what I can guess, is down, considering how I can't get on, and none of my grades for any semesters are showing up on the new system, so maybe they haven't transferred the grades yet to the new system.  I just want to find out what my GPA for this semester is and that's it and this new system they have is frakking everything up.  (Apparently there's no registering for classes over the phone anymore.  Not that I've ever done that or was going to do it.)

I need to have my credit card taken away.  Or possibly any cash I have.  Or I think someone--an alien--needs to beam up the entire Barnes and Noble store--both the one in Irvine and Santa Ana--and the Borders.  I've been spending way too much time at the bookstore this month and each time I come away with a book.  Which, while nice and adds to my to-be-read pile, is not good on my money-keeping-skills.  Already I've been to Barnes and Noble three times in this week alone: last Friday it was too pick up my brother's birthday books (which I bought him Arthur C. Clarke's Rendevouz With Rama and Issac Asimov's Foundation, and for me, Ursula K. Le Guin's The Dispossessed), Sunday (I picked up A Madness of Angels for myself.  It looked and sounded interesting and it was urban fantasy to boot), and Wednesday (in my defense, my mom made me go.  Seriously.  I swear she is just borrowing and reading all the urban fantasy novels I have just to hold off finishing The Dresden Files: Turn Coat novel.  Which, while I can sympathize and understand (I don't want to finish The Codex Alera: Princeps' Fury because then I'll have to wait for First Lord's Fury), she's just running out of reading material and then eventually I'll probably have to write her an urban fantasy story.  Which probably won't come down to that, but still.  It makes me think that way.

Anyway, she's gotten hooked on every urban fantasy book that I have that she's read.  First it was Mike Carey's Felix Castor series.  She bought the next three books of the series.  Then it was Anton Strout's series (actually, that was the first one she got hooked on, IIRC.  She sent me out to buy the next novel in that series).  Then Mark del Franco's series (she still hasn't been able to get the third book of the series; none of the bookstores have it, despite saying on Barnesandnoble.com that it's available in the store; I've checked.  It's not available.  Unless it's well hidden.  Which I doubt).

A couple days ago she finished Simon R. Green's Something From the Nightside and sent me out--and I was, for the first time, unwilling to go--to Barnes and Noble to get her the second and third book, and the sixth one (because she thought the 6th one had something to do with John Taylor's mother?  IDK.  I still have yet to read the first book).  So I bought those.  And came away from the bookstore also with two books for myself: Greywalker by Kat Richardson and A Kiss Before the Apocalypse by Thomas E. Sneigoski(?).  Both urban fantasy.

And today I wanted to go back and get this one urban fantasy book I've been hearing about, called Dog Days by John Levitt, and the second book in the Earthsea series by Ursula K. Le Guin.  Thankfully I didn't.

But still.  Man, someone's got to put me on a...I don't know, book-buying-limit, because clearly, my conscious knows no bounds when it comes to buying books.  On the plus side, at least I don't walk out with 10+ books, or that would scare me even more.

On the plus side, I decided to break down and order a Dr. Horrible tote bag.  So I can tote in style when I go to Lake Tahoe this year.  And Seattle and Vancouver.  Yay Dr. Horrible!  The other day I was helping my brother mow the lawn and I was trying to get it to start and it wouldn't and then Kelly sort of says, whilst pushing me aside (well, not push.  I moved to let him get the darn lawn mower working), 'Stand back', and that led me to thinking, 'Stand back everyone, nothing here to see' and then the song, well, Captain Hammer's verse of the song, just ran through my head.

So clearly my mind is already in tune with Dr. Horrible and relating the songs to real life or certain phrases people might say.  Which probably makes me crazy, but I don't care.

This has been a long entry.  Wow.  And my fingers are cramping.  So I'll just end this...awkwardly, she typed, realizing that she's referring to herself in third person.  (No seriously, whenever I end an entry, it's just always either aprubt or just...sometimes I don't know how to end an entry.  Or I just don't know where to end the entry.  So this entry shall end now.  Rather aprubtly.)

o_O they made a Sandlot 3?  WTF?  And why did my brain decide to watch it?  Eh.  I'll watch it for a few minutes.  See how it is.  Which will probably be bad.  And I haven't seen Sandlot 2.  In my defense, there is only The Sandlot.  All sequels don't exist.  Same with Terminator, only in that case Terminator 3 doesn't exist.  And don't get me started on Jurassic Park--what were they even thinking making Jurassic Park 3?  I've been on a Jurassic Park high these past couple days (forgot how scary the first one was.  And during the triceretops scene with the sick triceratops, I was feeling so sorry for the dinosaur.  Before I remembered that it wasn't real :/ when I was young and first watched the movie, I had this crazy notion that a: the dinosaurs were actually real, b: anything that happened in movies actually happened in real life, so c: people who died in movies actually died.  I was a weird kid) and watched Jurassic Park 3 last night and forgot how bad it was.  Even the animatronic dinosaurs weren't scary.

Okay, and now this journal entry will end.
 

To go to the Firefly/Serenity convention in November, or not to go.  That is the question.

So far I'm seriously verging on a 'buy the ticket now!' moment.  But I'm restraining myself (because I so do not want to buy the gold tickets--those would cost a lot).

So far they've got Adam (already met), Morena, Alan (already met him), Gina (haven't met and she doesn't do much con appearances, does she?), Rafael and Yan (Fanty and Mingo; I met one of them two years ago at the Firefly con; forgot which one it was because they're twins, but he sure was nice.  Even personalized the autograph, which he was doing for everyones, because not a lot of people were in line for getting his autograph), and, this is the almost-deal-breaker for me going, Mark Sheppard.

Now if they add Sean Maher to the line-up, then I'd probably break down and buy the ticket to go, but...Mark Sheppard.  He's awesome.

This convention, of course, is in competition with the Stargate convention I also want to go in that month, for like a Saturday, just to meet the actor who plays Carson Beckett.  I know, purely selfish/shallow reasons.  Which, at this point, is why I'm leaning more toward Firefly convention more because there are more reasons for me to go to that than the Stargate one and damn it, they have Mark Sheppard.  I'm sorry, but he's awesome.  And they also have the two twins.

At this point, if I had a bunch of money, I'd spend that on going to the Firefly convention than the Stargate convention.  I may like Stargate Atlantis, but I'm a Browncoat at heart.  (Plus Mark Sheppard.)

I'll save this crisis for September when hopefully more guests are announced for the Firefly convention.

Now my current delimma(?): Can't Stop the Serenity, this big charity thingy where they air Serenity in movie theaters (or Dr. Horrible, or both).  Apparently there's going to be one showing in a movie theater in Irvine.  Which I can easily drive to.  I don't know whether or not to go to it (Serenity on the big screen again.  Awesome.  Like I said, Browncoat at heart).  It's June 20th, which, coincidentally(?) is the day of the Irish Festival also in Irvine (Irish Festival=awesome).  The ticket costs $15, which I think is a little excessive, but the money is going to a good cause (Equality Now).  So maybe I'll go.  I've never been to one before (the CSTS screenings) and I've always been curious as to what they're like.  So, IDK, maybe I'll buy a ticket and go.

In other news, school's over!  Well, not over over, but summer is here and I will enjoy these three months of no school.  By reading books and watching TV shows.  So far I've got an A in anthropology, A in yoga (yeah, no surprise there; all I had to do was show up to class, do a mid-term, put together a yoga sequence for the final, and that was it.  That was an easy A), C in calculus (boo calculus!...I hated that class.  As far as the math goes only.  I have nothing against the teacher.  But yay I got a C.  It wasn't a B like I was shooting for but still...I didn't get a D in it and I can take the next calculus course), and an A in the TV class.

I don't know what my grade in my other class is, as they're (Santa Ana college) is putting up this new system of registering for classes/checking grades and the old system, from what I can guess, is down, considering how I can't get on, and none of my grades for any semesters are showing up on the new system, so maybe they haven't transferred the grades yet to the new system.  I just want to find out what my GPA for this semester is and that's it and this new system they have is frakking everything up.  (Apparently there's no registering for classes over the phone anymore.  Not that I've ever done that or was going to do it.)

I need to have my credit card taken away.  Or possibly any cash I have.  Or I think someone--an alien--needs to beam up the entire Barnes and Noble store--both the one in Irvine and Santa Ana--and the Borders.  I've been spending way too much time at the bookstore this month and each time I come away with a book.  Which, while nice and adds to my to-be-read pile, is not good on my money-keeping-skills.  Already I've been to Barnes and Noble three times in this week alone: last Friday it was too pick up my brother's birthday books (which I bought him Arthur C. Clarke's Rendevouz With Rama and Issac Asimov's Foundation, and for me, Ursula K. Le Guin's The Dispossessed), Sunday (I picked up A Madness of Angels for myself.  It looked and sounded interesting and it was urban fantasy to boot), and Wednesday (in my defense, my mom made me go.  Seriously.  I swear she is just borrowing and reading all the urban fantasy novels I have just to hold off finishing The Dresden Files: Turn Coat novel.  Which, while I can sympathize and understand (I don't want to finish The Codex Alera: Princeps' Fury because then I'll have to wait for First Lord's Fury), she's just running out of reading material and then eventually I'll probably have to write her an urban fantasy story.  Which probably won't come down to that, but still.  It makes me think that way.

Anyway, she's gotten hooked on every urban fantasy book that I have that she's read.  First it was Mike Carey's Felix Castor series.  She bought the next three books of the series.  Then it was Anton Strout's series (actually, that was the first one she got hooked on, IIRC.  She sent me out to buy the next novel in that series).  Then Mark del Franco's series (she still hasn't been able to get the third book of the series; none of the bookstores have it, despite saying on Barnesandnoble.com that it's available in the store; I've checked.  It's not available.  Unless it's well hidden.  Which I doubt).

A couple days ago she finished Simon R. Green's Something From the Nightside and sent me out--and I was, for the first time, unwilling to go--to Barnes and Noble to get her the second and third book, and the sixth one (because she thought the 6th one had something to do with John Taylor's mother?  IDK.  I still have yet to read the first book).  So I bought those.  And came away from the bookstore also with two books for myself: Greywalker by Kat Richardson and A Kiss Before the Apocalypse by Thomas E. Sneigoski(?).  Both urban fantasy.

And today I wanted to go back and get this one urban fantasy book I've been hearing about, called Dog Days by John Levitt, and the second book in the Earthsea series by Ursula K. Le Guin.  Thankfully I didn't.

But still.  Man, someone's got to put me on a...I don't know, book-buying-limit, because clearly, my conscious knows no bounds when it comes to buying books.  On the plus side, at least I don't walk out with 10+ books, or that would scare me even more.

On the plus side, I decided to break down and order a Dr. Horrible tote bag.  So I can tote in style when I go to Lake Tahoe this year.  And Seattle and Vancouver.  Yay Dr. Horrible!  The other day I was helping my brother mow the lawn and I was trying to get it to start and it wouldn't and then Kelly sort of says, whilst pushing me aside (well, not push.  I moved to let him get the darn lawn mower working), 'Stand back', and that led me to thinking, 'Stand back everyone, nothing here to see' and then the song, well, Captain Hammer's verse of the song, just ran through my head.

So clearly my mind is already in tune with Dr. Horrible and relating the songs to real life or certain phrases people might say.  Which probably makes me crazy, but I don't care.

This has been a long entry.  Wow.  And my fingers are cramping.  So I'll just end this...awkwardly, she typed, realizing that she's referring to herself in third person.  (No seriously, whenever I end an entry, it's just always either aprubt or just...sometimes I don't know how to end an entry.  Or I just don't know where to end the entry.  So this entry shall end now.  Rather aprubtly.)

o_O they made a Sandlot 3?  WTF?  And why did my brain decide to watch it?  Eh.  I'll watch it for a few minutes.  See how it is.  Which will probably be bad.  And I haven't seen Sandlot 2.  In my defense, there is only The Sandlot.  All sequels don't exist.  Same with Terminator, only in that case Terminator 3 doesn't exist.  And don't get me started on Jurassic Park--what were they even thinking making Jurassic Park 3?  I've been on a Jurassic Park high these past couple days (forgot how scary the first one was.  And during the triceretops scene with the sick triceratops, I was feeling so sorry for the dinosaur.  Before I remembered that it wasn't real :/ when I was young and first watched the movie, I had this crazy notion that a: the dinosaurs were actually real, b: anything that happened in movies actually happened in real life, so c: people who died in movies actually died.  I was a weird kid) and watched Jurassic Park 3 last night and forgot how bad it was.  Even the animatronic dinosaurs weren't scary.

Okay, and now this journal entry will end.