acceptance letter number two

Got into Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University. Hurrah!

In a not so hurrah moment, my daddy's leaving for Thailand (again) today. Boo.

On the other hand, one of my main characters just slit someone's throat.

Sunday night TV

Comanche Moon delights me far too much. See, I grew up watching the Lonesome Dove miniseries, which I haven't seen in ages and ages, and while I've never read the books -- totally on my to-do list for this year -- it imprinted on me pretty deeply. And the two hours I've seen of Comanche Moon so far are good. Although I keep going, "Eomer! I see your horse, but that's definitely not Rohan," because Karl Urban is playing Woodrow Call.

Unfortunately, I'm going to miss the first half of the second night, because I have pep band Tuesday. *grouchy*

I caught the Sarah Conner Chronicles pilot last night, too, and unfortunately most of what I can think happens to be, "So this crosses over with Supernatural how exactly?" because it works. It just works. Also, I also keep going, "...River?" because, um, Summer Glau.