Glee.

No, not the tv-show.

Yesterday I got halfway to thirty. As a consolation prize, I received a Chekov action figure.

This is Chekov, Pavel Andreievich. He is "sewenteen" and adorable.



This is the action figure. Or a picture of someone else's, at least. Not a perfect likeness, but good enough.



It brings me great joy.

Ramblings.

It has been a while since I have visited the hypothetical plane of existence. Hello. I have many topics on which I want to touch tonight. The first is one I didn't expect to be addressing.

Charlie St. Cloud.



It was actually a surprisingly good movie. The plot was good, I thought, and it kept me interested. He was adorable, devoted, and cute. Adorable and cute do cover two different aspects, by the way. Adorable is more personality, general likability, cute is physically "cute." He fit both. I liked the movie, it was fun to watch with my dear friend Watson.

Secondly, White Collar. Again.



This is one topic I never tire of. Ever. The new episode tomorrow looks highly promising; Neal impersonates an assassin, which definitely is not him. He's nice. So far this season has been good, but they have this sort of air of invincibility built up that is getting a tad monotonous. Also, Neal needs a real grieving moment. Not sobbing or breaking stuff, but just... we need to see how he's feeling inside; the cracks in the facade are there, we see glimpses occasionally, but the facade needs to drop completely. Just for a moment.

Thirdly, sort of related to White Collar, but partially just related to my ever-decreasing amount of sanity.

I hallucinate occasionally. Well, more than occasionally. But it's nothing concerning, no alien bugs crawling on car windshields, and no pink elephants. But the other day it was very, very odd, and much more vivid than it typically is. I'm attributing it to tiredness, an overactive (and unstable) mental state, and chocolate. I was just about to go to sleep, when I saw this strange scene play out in front of me. It was short and very detailed.

I'm concerned for my mind.

Ah. Fourthly. Artemis Fowl.

I had NO IDEA that the seventh book came out already. It has not been very long. I. need. to read it.

It is called Artemis Fowl and the Atlantis Complex.




The second picture is the "New" type of cover art. The first is the traditional variety. I much prefer the first, but sadly, they don't have that at my local friendly book store. This saddens me greatly. I am, however, extremely excited to read it. It sounds very exciting, and I love Artemis Fowl. I need to add him to Team Amazing, I think. I must consult Watson.

Lastly, and this is shorter, I must speak on the topic of mutual. I have mutual tomorrow at seven (which, as always, conflicts with WCN, but that is alright). It promises to be very fun, but also holds possibilities of... interesting moments. It could go either way, and we will just have to see. I thank you, hypothetical plane of existence, for hosting my ramblings.

Camp.

I spent today getting ready for camp. I leave tomorrow.



This proves that while procrastination is not a good idea, it can be worked around. I am all done with all my pre-camp tasks. Finally. And now I need to write and eat chocolate. We'll see where that goes.

But anyway, on the subject of camp. It sounds like it will be fun.

Pros:
We'll get to do all kinds of fun stuff.
My awesome buddies will be there!
I have lots of chocolate to eat while there.
It will give me a chance to get out of the house for a while.
We will have campfires.
My cute cousin is going for the first time, so we will see her.
There will be stargazing time.
I have awesome glowsticks.

Cons:
I am going to miss watching White Collar the night it airs.
I am going to have to wear sunblock. I hate sunblock.
There will likely be time spent in the lake. This one could go either way.
I don't know how much I'll see of my ... extra friend.
I am going to miss watching White Collar the night it airs.

So, there are definitely more pros. I'm super psyched for it, it'll be great fun. I won't be here all week, but I'm sure we'll have lots of ponderficating to do when I get back. See you then!

I concur.

As my dear friend Crazy Cookie has mentioned, Comic Con 2010 is in San Diego right now.

So. Jealous.

I wish I could go. Psych, White Collar, Star Trek, Castle, TBBT... ah, sounds so fun. All the people there wouldn't be, though. Crowds and I don't always get along well. But it sounds amazing/awesome nonetheless.

The pictures I found have only increased my pain.







Last, but by no means least, this one is just for you, Crazy Cookie.



I love it! I laughed madly when I saw it, hope you like it too.

Switching topics rapidly, we've discovered yet another reason to be worried for my mental health/physical coordination. Last night, I was walking out on our back porch to go sit in the grass with my family. I weaved through a veritable minefield of toys, bikes, empty boxes, and trash cans. Without any difficulties, I made it to the steps. They were completely free of debris, mind you. I took one step up...

And then I tripped. Resulting from the Fall of Fun was is a strangely colored bruise/scrape on my left leg. It's wonderful. The sad thing is is that this happens a lot. I trip on nothing at all, but can manage obstacles just fine. Hm.

The night was actually quite nice in spite of this. I stayed outside long after my family went in, and brought the laptop out for a while to write. The campfire was still going, the moon was out, it was nicely cooled down. Super fun. I wrote a lot and had a nice conversation with my ... friend.

At about one a.m. I finally went inside. Grudgingly.

The only thing that could've made the night better?

Rain.



I love rain. Love, love, love it. We don't get enough here. I especially love when it gets the pavement and grass all wet and that special rain smell goes all over. It's fabulous. Rain puts me in a writing mood.

Maybe nature will decide to love me and give me a storm soon.

Or, at least, we can hope.

Happy Friday.

Isn't it lovely? It just started, but something in the air tells me it's going to be a good day.

I would like to say, I appreciate it when my favorite tv-shows are clean. Psych did an awful job of that last season, but they seem to be shaping up so far. The episode on Wednesday was cute and made me laugh. We'll hope they continue their upward motion on the cleanliness scale.



On a completely unrelated note, I discovered something that gives me much cause for ponderfication: If I write something late enough at night, I have no memory of it the next morning. I woke up this morning to find another nearly thousand words written in my story, but I have no recollection whatsoever of writing them. This causes me great concern.

Greetings.

Welcome, travelers, to Planet Negative Zero. Planet Negative Zero jumps between the real world and a hypothetical plane of existence quite frequently. This hypothetical plane of existence is NOT to be confused with 27's hypothetical universe.

Planet Negative Zero is a nice place to be. It is good for thinking and ponderficating, a deeper form of thinking.

I hope you enjoy whatever time you are able to spend here, observing the natives.

Cheers.