Brad Collins Has An Evil Twin

I'm convinced. After watching a few of those Wendy's "Frosty Posse" ads, I've decided that the goofball at the end of the commercial at first glance holds a passing resemblence to Bogart Boy Brad Collins. Thoughts? I'm pretty sure he kind of does. Mainly because, I could totally see him doing this.

It's A Hallway With Planes Attached

I think Ithaca Tompkins Regional Airport is the cutest thing I've ever seen. It is, essentially, a hallway with planes attached. Seriously, people, the Pyramid Mall is bigger than this airport.

You walk in the doors, and there's like 8 people to the right at those check-in desks. I already had my boarding pass, so I got to bypass that (after going there and her smiling and politely telling me I didn't have to talk to her).


Next, you walk through this bright airy lobby, where there's a model plane hanging from the roof. To the right, there's a cafe/gift shop (for all your "Ithaca is Gorges" T-Shirt needs) and to the left there's the car rental place/ baggage claim, which I didn't even see a carousel for (but I could be wrong, I took a quick glance). Ahead of you is security, which didn't take long, although I didn't have much stuff. The guy there looked at my license and started asking me questions about the Border Cafe and if I knew his family (who were teachers) in Newark. Which greatly amused me.

Past the security are the gates. All 6 of them. In a big room. You walk out of them outside to little ladders up to the planes. And in long breaks between flights? They kick you back out past security to the cafe. Which...is really funny.

College. Love. Babies. DRAMA!

Let's make this perfectly clear. Kristyne got about 3 hours of sleep last night. So coherent, in control of her wits...she is not.

We decided to head up to Towers for dinner, because we hadn't in a while. And I can't really write down the entire conversation, but I know this for sure: I wish I had the film assignment to make dialogue out of a conversation, because this was a doozy.

At some point, Kristyne laid out her life ambitions in the following order:
1) Filmmaker
2) Farmer/Space Cowboy (Billy Bob Thornton)
(I'll get back to you on the rest).
3) Spanish singer.
4) Bounty Hunter.

We explained why there was unleavened bread at mass to Casey, and then Kristyne jumped in with "That's why we have this wafer shit, instaed of like a loaf of bread. And there'd be crumbs."

And then we were talking about inventions, and how she wanted to make a slate with blades to keep her film crew on the ball. A slate guillotine. This was the quote. Dead serious.

"I'm gonna get this freshman to work on my film shoot, and he'll say 'I don't want to,' and then I'll cut off—LOOK A CARDINAL!"

This was after several other awkward staring contests, a rambling rant about how the pierogies were too healthy for her (they were baked, and they were delicious), singing in Spanish how she didn't want to go to FLEFF, and a few other things.

Girl needs sleep. Bad.

Mad Libs Night: Updates ASAP

The girl should be an actress, not a director/producer. More to come soon.

8:48 PM EST
My turn. I swear, I can do broadcasting better than this.

10:32 PM EST
Kelly Paul's turn. Girl can keep a straight face like no other, but really, Morgan laughing through this is almost worth it in it of itself.

8:31 AM EST, 4/6/09
The rest. Starting with Morgan/Kelly Paul.

And then Casey...

And then Allie...

And then a RAVE. With Kristyne/David Blaine at the end.

The Most Not-Drunk Drunk People You'll Meet

Let it be known: I love my floormates. The BoGirls, if you will.

We decided not to go out last night, but rather to stay in, yell at Scene It? a little more (which we've pretty much memorized all the questions, so that was over before it began), and then we decided to watch Robin Hood: Men in Tights, which I had never seen.

...which we never finished. Because Kristyne busted out the Mad Libs.

The night then veered into the weird and awkward-funny territory it often does with us. Kristyne turned on some dance music, and that's when things went weird. We watched SNL for Phoenix (who were really excellent), and then we hung out some more.

The Mad Libs videos will follow. The one of me will make you ill, both because I look gross and because of Kristyne's camera work.

Brunch Quote of the Week

"Did you guys watch ER's finale?" - Morgan
"No. Who watches ER? How old are you?" - Monica

Very close second:
"So I had really 2 awesome characters for my movies..." - Kristyne

(I love my floormates)

Reason #67234756 Why I Hate HomerConnect

As many of you may or may not know, pretty much everything at Ithaca College is done over HomerConnect. Want housing? HomerConnect. Picking classes? HomerConnect. Changing your meal plan? HomerConnect. Need to find a restaurant in Ithaca? There's a HomerConnect for that.

Actually, just kidding on that last one.

But you get what I mean. And you're assigned different days to pick your classes by how many credits you've earned. What I'm afraid of is that I'm still on the second-to-last day, looking at my academic transcript. I KNOW I have more than 60 credits. I'm just not sure what day I have to go. And really, I have to take some of these classes that have limited space. I really don't want to go through the whole "being behind" thing again, because if I do, I won't get to go to London. And that would be a shame.

Ain't No Party Like A Relay Party

Dance 'til you can't dance, 'til you can't dance no mo'.

I particularly like Matt lip-synching to all the words of "Love Shack."

Year In Review (!!!!)

So in the midst of all these creeper friend requests, I find out from the editor of the Year in Review that my SOA article is making it in.

Yay!

The Mosh Post

So after finding a pretty close picture to what Zeus looked like when he was alive, I decided it was time to blog.

So yeah. Picture to the right. Kind of adorable.

Finally got to write my Facebook article, working on one about cheating cheaters who cheat at IC (if the guy every calls/emails back), and generally hoping that Relay for Life this weekend goes well.

By all means, everyone, please donate what you can. It's a fabulous cause, just go on the website and donate in my name (click here, and click donate. When it asks you to search, search for Alexandra Palombo. If it pops up with the team name "The Billie Jeans," that's us!). And by all means, chug an energy drink in my honor, because it's from 5 PM to 5 AM (because cancer doesn't sleep). It's a great cause, and it really could use more money donated. So whatever you have to give, please consider doing it.

Better Than The Real Thing

When I started this blog, I started a list of things I really didn't want to talk about on it. That list eventually grew to encompass the vampire flick which shall not be named.

Twilight. There, I said it.

So when Kristyne and her friend from home Rachel heard about a contest to be in the next Twilight movie, they were all over it. The video had to be 1 minute, and really, it was intended to be more of a cheesy minute of interviewing about fangirls screaming about how hot Robert Pattinson is (which...ew).

Instead, they shot about an hour worth of footage of Rachel having vampire powers, including telling the future (me getting punched by Derek), having super strength (lifting Derek in one hand as he did a chin-up to the tree), reading minds (agreeing with Kristyne that I was ugly. I sense a theme, here), running super fast (with the aid of some slow shutter speed on the camera), and turning people to stone (with the aid of Derek's hat and a statue in the park). There's also the testimonials

The final cut is pretty damn funny, and I'll probably post that whenever Kristyne gets it to me. The directors' cut will be way funnier, but I always seem to have trouble uploading things to Blogger. So the one-minute cut will probably be the one you'll see. So stay tuned.

For Journalists, We're Pretty Unobservant

My News I class and I fail at life. I blame it on re-entry discomfort following a pretty awesome spring break.

After waking up and looking at my clock with confusion (I'm still running on PST) because I forgot to set the clock forward an hour. So I'm really off time. I threw some clothes on, including this gem because really, I am on deadline.

Walked down to Park for News I class (probably the easiest ease into the morning class, because we don't do too much) and grab some OJ and a muffin. Say hi to Amanda, because she's there for News II. Walk in, sit down, shoot the breeze with everyone else there (not many people), and generally wonder where the heck our teacher is.

One of the other people in the class walks in about 10 minutes later with a sign that says that class is canceled. It was next to the door (you're supposed to put it on the door, but that's really not a good excuse) and about 10 of us missed it. Now keep in mind, everyone in that class wants to get into journalism somehow, which means you kind of have to be observant.

Which...we weren't.