Can't tell if this is fantasy or conscious shock

[becs1024]

You're Generally Indie. There's nothing wrong with
this. You like music all over the map and
aren't adversed to listening to some Top 40
here and there. You just know to comment that
The Neptunes are the best producers around
right now. You don't feel the need to debate
constantly with other music geeks, because you
know that Pavement were the best band of the
90s.


You Know Yer Indie. Let's Sub-Categorize.
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Today was pleasantly pleasant, which is exactly the pace I needed on a day like this. Meredith and I went bowling. I love to bowl, despite being unspeakably horrible at it. Like, I don't even mean that in a humble, self-deprecating way. David, Ben, and now Meredith can testify that I am one of the worst bowlers in the tri-state area, at least. Last summer, I bowled a 12, I kid you not. Today I actually got as high as 65, but still. I'm awful. But I love it.

So Meredith and I had a great time just hanging out. The guy that gave us our shoes was an asshole, though, because he looked at me funny for way too long after I told him I wanted my name on the monitor to be Batman. Like, screw you, bowling alley guy. I'm the customer, I'm paying you $26.01 to stink up the place, and I'm feeling some Justice League Unlimited love right now, so I would appreciate you taking the limited effort to tell the computer that my name is Batman. It actually has one less letter than my actual first name, so you should be thanking me. Know that I didn't say any of this, but it was implied in my incredulous but chastising glare, let me tell you.

After that, Meredith went home and my family had dinner, and then I got ice cream from Dairy Queen and got my dad to watch Sports Night with me. It was his first time, so I started with the pilot, and then went right to Eli's Coming, which is, again, the cream of the crop, in my opinion. And wow, too many commas in that sentence. Anyway. I think Dad liked it, which is a miracle because he loves to criticize things I like, and I really thought he would find the repetitive Sorkin dialogue annoying. So I'm happy about that. I'm also happy because Sports Night, still, rocks hardcore.

And then I came right to the computer and reread The Quality Of Mercy for the billionth time, because I am, indeed, a huge. Ass. Nerd. And I'm also a nutty nut girl who's nuts. That was totally a Sports Night quote, by the way.

I forgot to say also that Meredith and I cast The BR, assuming the characters are modelled after The OC. It actually works out surprisingly well. Observe: Meredith, who was wearing a white tee, jeans and a leather wrist cuff today, is clearly Ryan. That makes me, her good friend with a quick tongue and endless comic references, the honorable Seth Cohen. In turn, Joel is Summer, and his skinny, tall best friend Dan is Marissa. JT, finishing off the Ryan-Seth trio with a balance of our interests, is Luke. Which somehow makes Julie Oliver The Crack Addict. We're not casting for Lindsay, Alex or Zach because we agree that Season Two sucks.

Anyhow. I need a BR icon or something.

School, in its normal state, resumes tomorrow, which is sad. The good news is that that sentence is grammatically correct.