The week from hell.

The week from hell is almost over. One final, one paper. I do an interview for the paper tonight. Write it tomorrow during the day. Take the test after work tomorrow. Then I'll be...done! Whee!

But I also have to tell my grandmother that it's time for money for classes. I hate doing that, because even though she told me she'd pay for school, I still feel like I'm mooching. Plus it's right before Christmas. The asking for money just feels...wrong.

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( Alias & How They Copied My Hair Last Night )

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Cheesey Ass Holiday Movies and Why I Love Them

I have a confession to make...I love cheesey made for TV romantic Hallmark kinds of movies. They're bad. The story progression sucks ass. The acting is always suspect at best. The casting might have problems (because casting someone with even a slight name recognition doesn't mean they're right for the part...they just wanted work).

So, yes, I watched Undercover Christmas or whatever the name of it was. Or more precisely, I watched it during commercials on Alias then tuned in completely at 10:00. And yes, I enjoyed it in all it's stupid cheesiness.

These kinds of movies are like a romance novel fix. Romance novels are light on anything but romance. It's a nice buzz, harmless, and only mildly nausea inducing. (Nausea-inducing moment number one: thinking that Jamie Gertz can pull off the funky ass red and green streaks in her hair. Folks, she's too mainstream. And her "makeover" wasn't a makeover considering she looked exactly the same afterwards. Flamboyant white trash to blue-blood did not happen. She stayed the same.)

But there was the fish out of water, the strong FBI guy, the improbable match, the familial disdain...everything a romance novel delivers.

And yes, I loved it.

And yes, I have issues. Volumes 8-12 can be purchased on Amazon.com.

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Bad Santa rocked my socks. That movie is so funny...really folks, if you can stand the language (and it's bad), you need to go see it. I walked out with my inner white trash screaming for release. There were 9 people in the movie theater with me (it was 1:00 on a Friday after all), and all of us were laughing out loud. From the two teenagers skipping school to the severely white haired couple.

Billy Bob Thornton is just amazing and grotesque. Tony Cox is a scream. Lauren Graham is endearing and disturbing with her ( possibly spoilery line, but damn funny. )

Bernie Mac (and his teeth) were great. The kid was pitiful and yet so lovable too. John Ritter...lord, it was so John Ritter, and the character got slightly funnier as the movie went on. He and Bernie have very small rolls, but if you pay attention to the two of them together, they're really funny.

Plus a cameo at the end from ( most no one will care, but because of the storyline, I've cut it. )

I really recommend this movie. Definitely one of my favorite Christmas movies of all time now. Along with White Christmas and Scrooged.

The NASCAR entry

Separate entry here for NASCAR related things...so everyone run away now except for plum_evil and a couple other people. *g*

The Awards ceremony was played in an extremely reduced version (down from 5 hours to 1) on NBC on Sunday afternoon. I managed to catch it, and for the most part, while it was boring, there were a few notable things.

Bobby Labonte is hot in a suit. *drool*

Bill Elliot should never wear a suit or cut his hair that short. He's endearing and cute...but definitely not city. Keep that man country and I'll be happy.

I'm mad that I never got to see Jamie. *pouts*

Ryan Newman was boooooring. Yawn inducing. Lord boy, take some sort of class in public speaking or hire a speech writer. Monotones are not a good thing.

Harvick better be glad he got off that stage alive. His jokes fell flat, but mainly because they weren't self-depricating (enough). Maybe he was aiming for self-deprication, but he just didn't get there.

Gordon (boo!hiss!), please get off my television screen.

Baby! Junior! No, that was not a very undiginified squeal you just heard from me. Shut up. I have to say, it started off slow, but when he got to talking about Michael Waltrip...that was golden. And damn adorable. Yes, you just read it. Me saying Junior was adorable. Shut up. But him and Michael...Michael needs to crack the top ten so he can get up on stage and liven the party up.

The hottie of the night/day award goes to...Jimmie Johnson. I know, I know, I don't like the man, but damn if he wasn't fine. That was...wow.

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The fan awards are up over at NASCAR.com, and lord have mercy...

Most Dramatic Moment: The Ricky Craven/Kurt Busch bump across the line. Yes, that won and rightly so, because it rocked ten million pairs of socks. Best race finish of the year.

Best Commercial: NAPA commercial with Junior not taking credit for Michael's dancing. Yes! I love that one (hence I voted for it) and it's damn funny. Plays beautifully off of MW's and DE's personalities.

Driver you'd most prefer your daughter to marry: Dale Earnhardt Jr. What? Okay, have an affair with, yes. Marry? No. And I love Junior.

City where you'd like to see a track built: New Orleans. Yes! Because then Kathe and I could take over. I love NO, she goes there a lot...I'm seeing lots of good in that idea.

Driver you'd most want to hang out with: "Young Guns": Jimmie Johnson. Eh. He's no Jamie.

Grudge match you'd pay to see: Jimmy Spencer/Kurt Busch. Yes! Just, yes!

And of course, Most Popular Driver: Junior. *g* Yay, Baby!

Many more awards, but those were the ones I really liked the results of (or didn't as the case may be).

*cracks knuckles*

So on the fanfic front...

When somebody proposes lengthy, involved, convoluted type stories where it's obviously going to be a weighty subject matter, my mind freezes. I've been having trouble coming up with an original fanfic idea for the whole "Why is Clark still a virgin given the events of the summer" story that Val was wanting (I'll be emailing anything I write to Val to her too, so she gets the pleasurable part of it), plus an idea that doesn't make my brain hurt.

It finally hit me what I should write. Since I have trouble with serious (I do, I really do, I enjoy writing light and funny more), and the subject matter automatically lends itself to serious...why not ditch the concept of serious? Yeah, I could stretch myself by really making an effort to write serious, but why not stretch myself in other ways? Write the funny, but make sure it complies with everything we know of Clark. Keep with canon, make it funny. Play off my strengths here.

So ladies and gentlemen, starting as soon as my paper and final are done, I'll be working very diligently on the Clark-Virgin fic...in which a childhood trauma comes back to repeatedly haunt him. Because we all know that one moment when we realize our parents actually have sex is highly traumatic. I imagine the trauma is even worse if you, say, walk in on them.

Yes, I'm feeling evil.