So I'm about ready to dub myself the resident line whore and leave it at that. I'm distinctly crushing on four five people at the moment, and, I mean, how whorish is that? I'm just one big geek slut.

Not that I'm complaining.

But, I mean, four five people? Last time that happened was, um, NEVER! I think I'm just testosterone-deprived from spending two straight years in downtown Manhattan.

But, um... not that I'm complaining.

DSL is (still) working, and it looks like we have Spell's (or whoever's) laptop here 24/7, which hopefully means I can post this in close-to-real-time. Maybe come up with a layout, too, so I can start whoring myself. Haha.

Jamey cracks me up. Despite the fact that he knows my real name, he continually calls me by my JC handle. And, dude, he's so cute, but he's such a geek! But cute. With nice teeth. And a geek.

I find it difficult to believe that I've only known these guys for like ten days (some even less) - it feels like an eternity. And I can't recall a time when I've gotten so close to a group of people so fast - not GAF, not Y2Y, never. It's been, like, a week, and already I trust these guys implicitly. I can only imagine how devastatingly bored I'll be after the 15th, and how dorktastically lonely. In retrospect, it awes me that I managed three years without sharing my geekdom with anyone.

Don't know how I'll wait three years for an experience like this again.

Fuckity.

A Lion King cab just drove by, and I thought immediately of Jaime. I really need to get her out here one night before she leaves. She'd have a ball.

The crew from Celebration just got here - I'm typing furiously to try to get caught up, otherwise I'd go be friendly.

Haha. Me, a bitch? Why do you say that?

Am now taunting Amit with "It's sooo easy to find my line journal. Sooo easy."

Think I might've wanted to change a few more things before being a skank and posting the link everyfuckingwhere. Oh well.

"Yes, we're Star Wars fans. Go fuck yourself." - Steve, to a slowly passing cab

AAAAAH!

Byron may have an extra ticket for the second press screening tomorrow night.

AAAAAH!

Rob rolls over in his sleep and puts his hand between Amit's knees. Fifteen seconds later, Amit notices, looks at me with a 'huh?' look, then says, "Hey, you can't deny it to yourself."

Nyuck nyuck nyuck.

;)

Okay. Sun falling on my chair.

Just woke up after fucking four hours of passed-out-ness. Um, nothing else to say.

Still sunny.

Don't really feel like talking to Deirdre today. I'd reschedule if I had ANY number at Gallatin. Should get it out of the way, though. Urgh.

Okay, no more sun til tomorrow.

Ten people here right now. Rob and Vic are still asleep; the rest of us are just here hanging out.

And I just got flirted with by a dude in a van.

Kind of indifferent to the world right now. It's warm but hazy, and I seriously feel like a deadbeat being here. Hopefully Spell's laptop has Access - I'll check before I leave - because then I can finish my fucking database here. Oy.

Yeeeah DSL is working again. Database design to commence at 2300 hours.

Up until a few minutes ago, Alan and Cullen were exchanging Celebration stories - assholes. ;)

Apparently they're testrunning AOTC inside. Just so happens that I need to pee.

And Rob just woke up. Finally!

Dammit. Couldn't hear anything distinctive.

Might be settling into a nice seat inside six hours from now. Not that I want to wish ill on the dude who's got first dibs on the ticket, but fuck, let him work late!

YES! Thank Bill Gates for selling software that doesn't update file types. It be database time!

I am seriously about to scream. No one knows if Byron has a spare ticket (for me) or not; a random press dude offered me one while I was homeworking, and during the time it took my brain to process it, Viktor ran over from like twenty feet away and snatched it. (I've since informed him that although I'm not that bitter, I'll never let him forget it.)

At any rate, I just can't deal with this. I so completely want to see this movie.

And here comes the 4pm screening.

AAAAAH!

WHERE THE FUCK IS BYRON?!

Going to cry going to cry going to cry
Going to kill [crazy] Dave
Going to cry going to cry going to cry

AAAAAAAAAAAH!

I'm in.

I'm in the '7pm' press screening of fucking Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones. Byron lingered in the theatre after the first screening long enough to save seats for the two of us, then gave his ID to the guard to get outside, give one ticket to me, and sell the other to Alan and donate the $40 to Starlight.

I just can't even express this. Just can't. Suddenly school pales - for the next 2.5 hours, I don't care about Molec Cell, about Intro to C, about Web/Database. The countdown on my phone still says "8 days", but I'm HERE.

Alan found Byron and me and just... yeah.

It's happening.

Holy fucking shit.

!!!!!

So this is the part where I gush about the movie, in full spoilerific detail, right?

Half an hour later -

I just can't reconcile the plot of the movie I just saw with the book I finished a week ago. 'Cause that was EU, right? The book was EU, and the movie was SW-like, right? But I couldn't have just seen AOTC. It's just unreal.

But fantastic, fucking fantastic. I'm still too tired to really react, but just fucking wow. The acting generally makes up for the bad dialogue, the effects are stunning, and given the reactions of a theatre (mostly) full of cynical film geeks, I can't wait for the midnight show.