it's a magical world

I don't want to go to the gym right now, but I really should. Mainly I don't want to go because today is my monthly weigh-in and measurement day with them, and I've had a bad month on the eating-healthy front due to all the stress and show happening and things. My weight's been bouncing around in a two-pound range for the whole month, and am currently on the upper end of that. Which in my actual life, I don't care about, because, um, it's just two pounds, y'know? I'm comfortable with my weight and my body right now, and while I'd like to lose about five more pounds, I don't really care if it takes me a year to get there. But the fitness people at the gym get all OH NOES YOUR BODY FAT % HAS GONE UP A WHOLE POINT!, which kind of makes me grumpy. So I don't want to go.

I started working on my Remix fic at work yesterday. It's...diverging further from the original fic a lot more than I usually do for remixes. But then again, my remixes are usually fairly weak, so maybe this will be a better fic overall? Eh, who knows.

The show's improving with every performance, and we actually got a favorable (albeit rather poorly-written) review in the Chicago Reader. I've also been going out with cast members after practically every show so far, which is, well, kind of odd for me, having a social life. I go to bars! Regularly! This is very strange. But fun, and for the first time since September, I'm not appallingly lonely most of the time, which is a definite plus. Also, have developed an unfortunate crush on one of my actors, the one I hang out with the most and am generally friendliest with and ride the train home with every night. Odd, though, because he's really not my type in many ways, and yet. Eh, it's more fun than bothersome just now, and it helps whenever I tilt toward emo-ness to remind myself that he's a smoker and I don't actually want to hook up with someone who tastes of cigarettes.

Okay, shutting up now. Goodness I'm dull.

All of my favorite lust-object DVDs are back in the States, so I settled for the next best thing. The ending of The Usual Suspects is like an intellectual orgasm. Gah. My love for this film increases exponentially every time I watch it. Well done, me, for picking it as one of the ten DVDs I actually brought to Ireland with me.

And wtf, me, for picking Gallipoli instead of, say, Moulin Rouge! or The Sting or sommat. Well, okay, I know why I chose it; it's one of my favorite movies to introduce to people, because almost no one I know has seen it, and when I first came over, I was all optimistic about making friends and shit. Stupid me. So stupid. I should've just loaded up on the movies I love to watch on my own.

Just because. *ogles Charlie*

MY CAST IS FUCKING AWESOME. Like. We've only had three rehearsals so far, and we've done an insane amount of productive work on the show already. Blocking is more or less done (although I know it'll change over the next couple of weeks), and my actors are already getting really into their characters and having long discussions and meeting with each other outside of rehearsal to practice and agreeing to get off book early ALL ON THEIR OWN. Three rehearsals! And I NEVER would have predicted this, because while my three actors are each quite talented, they've never worked with each other before and didn't seem to mesh together at callbacks and, in the end, I had to sacrifice chemistry for talent. Well, apparently it wasn't much of a sacrifice, because they're working fantastically together and I want to sex0r all of them omg.

Er.

I need to stop with the male-dominant casts. Or at least the ALL-MALE casts. Because. Well. The urge to sex0r! And they're all STRAIGHT! And two of them have girlfriends, and I have a boyfriend, and I'm not actually sexually attracted to any of them. It's just that they're so AWESOME.

Er. Happy ridiculously belated birthday, kohaku1977! *blushes*

Also, I had a really hot Remus/Sirus-à-la-shoebox_project dream a few nights ago. Have been trying to recreate it ever since. Mmmm, young!hot!Marauders...

Coupling season 3 DVD has arrived! *cartwheels, somersaults, etc*

ETA: kohaku1977 brings the Gyllenhaal again. OMG hotness.

I spent 14 hours today being an extra in that Proof movie thing.

o_O

That was really, really exhausting, especially given the amount of sitting around and doing nothing we did. But! Was extra! So, when the movie comes out next summer, look for me and my roomie in the father's memorial scene. We're the two girls sitting directly across the aisle from Jake Gyllenhaal.

Did I mention that we were directly across the aisle from Jake Gyllenhaal? Oh. Yeah. We were. Which meant that I basically stared lustfully at him for about three or four hours. Rock the fuck on.

Yes, I know this pales in comparison to those of you lucky, lucky folks who met Sean / Elijah / Dom / etc at C4, but still. Spending an extended amount of time within five feet of Jake Gyllenhaal -- who, might I add, is extremely hot in person -- was pretty damn cool. He bops to his MP3 music in a geeky manner! He gives us adorable "Meh?" expressions when he doesn't know what the director is talking about! He ANGSTS (in character)! Oh, and some Gwyneth somebody was there, too...

This should be the end of my extended series of Jake Gyllenhaal lust!posts, so for those of you who don't know who the hell he is and/or don't care, you won't have to deal with any more of him. Until the movie comes out.

I'm doing my Calc 151 homework, and I think I actually kind of enjoy doing mathematical induction proofs. Shoot me now.

Anthony Hopkins and Gwyneth Paltrow and *lust* Jake Gyllenhall *lust* are filming the movie version of Proof on our campus. Saw the play when it was on Broadway, loved it. And, um, this means that Jake Gyllenhall is SOMEWHERE ON MY CAMPUS. *resists urge to stalk*

Hi.

WE HAVE POSTERS, PRECIOUS!

(The first rule of Fight Club is you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is you DO NOT talk about Fight Club.)

*ogles Fight Club poster. With all the rules, and the Brad, and the Ed Norton, and Jack's smirking revenge*

*ogles Usual Suspects poster*

*ogles Frodo, as per usual*

Too much pretty. Can't focus on work.

So I work in the administrative offices of a theater, right? Except the offices are divided -- half on one side of the theater, half on the other. If, for whatever reason, I need to get something from the other offices -- like, say, 600 pages of letterhead -- the easiest route in through the theater. Which is fine, because there are no shows going on at the moment.

Instead, there are three large, fit, and extremely attractive guys setting up stage lights. And, um, big ladder. With large, fit, extremely attractive guy on top of ladder. And. Tight jeans. Ass. Um. Yes. *fans self*

And then my coworker's husband brought in their four-month-old baby, and we have three large, fit, extremely attractive guys going all sweet and mushy over this tiny baby, and it's the cutest thing ever.

*begins plotting lots and lots of trips over to the other offices*

::applauds Ruben:: Good job, man. Velvet teddybear takes the cake, and no one is surprised.

...but just remember that you won by less than 1400 votes (out of 24 million), and Clay will kick your ass later. Dude, if this were a presidential election, it would go to the electoral college, 'cause that percentage is so not enough to determine a winner. But, whatever, they're BOTH getting record deals. And Clay still has my heart. So neener.

::clears throat::

CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

::melts into a puddle of lust::

That is all.