"I can't believe you said that! Apologize to the entire continent of England!"

So, I totally locked my keys inside the house this morning, and then had to hop the fence and go in through the back door in order to get my keys. This is rather difficult, because our fence is wooden, about seven feet tall, sharp and pointy on the top, and smooth on the outside. Thankfully, aided with the resources of a garbage can and recycling bin, I managed to get over the top without doing more than completely wrecking my hands. Thank god for these work boots I got for Explorers, man. Without them, I might've broken a foot.

I then studied Spanish on the light rail while listening to my unique mix of songs that includes Harry & the Potters, suicide songs, Reel Big Fish, "Goodbye Earl", and "Green Fields of France", which I keep wanting to make into a music video for Torchwood, using Tommy and the real Captain Jack.

When I got to Spanish class, I promptly took a quiz over chapter 11, and then a test over 11 and 12. And I actually think I did well! Hooray! Granted, I will eventually be royally fucked over by all the grammar rules, but a large part of that is I haven't really learned proper grammar for my native language, so foreign ones are basically a lost cause.

In other news...
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...I may have just made an argument on the NaNoWriMo teen boards that the destruction of popular culture would lead to worldwide anarchy. Um. If it helps any, I have a cold and am on DayQuil (ignore the fact that I took my last dose five hours ago).

In other news, I've decided to say 'screw it', and am writing my geography paper on something like earthquakes.

Smart People was a pretty damn good movie, mostly because James was hawt, and Chuck was awesome. I went and saw it with Julia, and then we went out on 16th Street and started a shouting match with the 9/11 protesters (including Adam and Lucas from my job). We gathered quite a crowd, and I was unable to take their bitching about the Patriot Act seriously when they hadn't ever heard of the Sedition Acts. I mean, I don't expect the average person off the street to know about them, but research your protests, guys!

Me and Julia, high off of ice cream, then ran to Walgreens and got supplies for a counter-protest. Unfortunately, by the time we were ready and headed back, they had all left because it was getting dark. They are lame protesters, guys. Mega-lame.

We plan to go back in two weeks (next weekend is Starfest, so we can't go then). Our supplies? My phone, playing "Revolution" (originally by the Beatles; my version by Jim Sturgess), and two double-sided signs held on 'sticks' made of duct-taped pencils. The signs read: "Without 9/11, what would we complain about?" (Julia's), "Xenu did it" (Julia's), "They* did it** for teh lulz" (at the bottom it reads *=the government, and **=9/11), and "9/11=.818181". Those last two would be mine.

Next weekend is Starfest! I'm already geeking out, not the least because I'M MEETING ADAM BALDWIN ZOMG.

Anyway, tomorrow is hat day. I need a hat to wear.

BREAKING NEWS: DUMBLEDORE LIKES COCK.