Like a small animal with food...

So, another Law and Order marathon was on USA, which means that I was glued to the TV for three hours. Will Arnett (GOB from Arrested Development) was one of the guest villains on Special Victims Unit, which made me immensely happy because GOB is love. Both times I have seen Arnett on television he had been playing a relative slimebag, though this time he was truly despicable (if you've seen the "NAMBLA" episode of SVU, you know what I mean; he was the travel agent). The last episode was of the Criminal Intent persuasion, which I honestly thought was going to be nowhere near as interesting as SVU (for those of you who do not know, SVU is reserved for the really twisted crimes, crimes of a sexual nature or crimes against children; you get the serial killers and psychopaths as villains, whereas in the other seasons the criminals usually have a more down-to-earth motive), but tonight they aired the "Theory of Everything" episode, which was, for lack of a better word, pure cool. The other episode was the "dolls" episode of SVU, which was also cool.

The pilgrimage to the University of Arizona went well. Pat drove the party-van to Tucson so we could go as a Nerd Herd, as it were. UA is making a lot of attractive offers and putting on all the bells and whistles for in-state students. The vast majority of the lectures were mind-numbingly boring, but I did get needed information. The College of Humanities is incredibly proud of their creative writing program, which is ranked tenth in the nation or something like that, but since I am not going to major in creative writing (I can teach myself, thankyoumuch) this is not a determining factor. I would love to take some classes if I do go to UA, though. I know I at least want a minor or a part of a double major in Japanese language; the other major (of three if I go truly insane) is up for debate. I was thinking biochemistry or microbiology, but after watching Law and Order: Special Victims Unit I always lean toward criminal psychology. Yes I know it's a delusion. All things considered, though, it sounds like UA is a pretty solid school. Problem: it's in Tucson.

In favor of the UA, they do have a Panda Express and two Dance Dance Revolution machines, which was bad for me since I had gotten a blister on the bottom of my foot playing DDR on Friday, and my addiction is such that I just can't say no even if it's not in my best interest to play three rounds on heavy. So, as of now that blister has gotten much worse, and the outside of my calf is sore since I was gimping around and landing badly on my ankle.

Rachel and her little friends went to Edgefest, and I'm about to go pick them up at Some Guy's house. Everybody Rachel knows lives by Saguaro. It’s rather convenient.

WHAT.

So, today in the car Rachel and Mom were talking about Rachel's (terminal life-threatening horrific) stretch marks, and why she has them and I do not. It boils down to relative hormonal levels, etc--I started menstruating in fifth grade, when I was still very young, and females only have two to three years to keep growing after they start that fun business. Rachel started later, obviously, which caused the stretch marks, or something. Rachel asked why I started so early; Mom said that it was because I had hit a certain weight at a very young age.

I took my headphones completely off at this point.

WHAT THE FUCK I COULD HAVE BEEN TALLER?

Granted, Dad's the relative growth expert and he says the age-weight theory on mensuration is bullshit, but it's disheartening to think there is a chance I could have gained one or two inches if I hadn't been chubby at age 10. I dislike my height. I got genetically shorted, given that a good portion of my family is relatively tall. 5'4" is not bad, all things considered, but I want to be tall, goddamnit. I know I would never have been as tall as, say, Kaity or Adrienne, but even hitting 5'6" would be an improvement. 5'10" or taller would be ideal, but I can dream.

In other news, I worked on the rocket project with Sam and Fillman; pictures promised when I finally remember my camera. We have three prototypes we want to launch at West World tomorrow after school. Yes, we have a launcher because Filly and his Dad spent far too much of their weekend making one. I don't know whether to be in their debt or to whack Fillman silly for not spending that time doing something utterly unproductive, which is what weekends are for.

This weekend was very schoolish. And next weekend I'm going to Amarillo to help Mom with the Race for the Cure. Suck, but at least I'm getting stuff done.

Rachel wants to have a rave for her birthday. A proper rave. Given that she splits her birthday party with her best friend, and that friend's parents are CEOs of a national corperation, this might happen. Their last birthday party consisted of 80 (no I'm not kidding) of their closest friends, a lot of food, and a lot of noise. Since it's sweet 16 they might blow out all the stops. If I chaparone I'm promised at least a burger or something.