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Not only am I completely heartbroken that Battlestar Galactica has ended (I am writing this before viewing the finale, so no tears yet), I'm also pretty dang sad because no more BSG means no more Frak Parties, and damn if those haven't been just so much FUN. I know I've posted like a million times today, but I just needed to post this video. We shot it last week after watching Dollhouse and BSG. It was my birthday (will the birthday posts never end?) and my shirt had a picture on it of an ice cream cone eat

Battlestar Galactica

It's been a while since I've phoned it in over at The Collective, but seeing as how I'm the partial inspiration for this week's topic, I couldn't really be so lazy this week, now could I? Originally, I was going to write about how I used to be such a complete waste of geeky, pathetic space in like eighth grade and how I was part of this group of girls who were, not surprisingly, behaving like adolescent girls do, and how this one time one of them through her tuna juice all over me at lunch, or wait, I spill

NaBloPoMo, Day Seventeen
Cookies Eaten: Ten
Cups of Coffee: None
Vegetables: Salad from Olive Garden
Naughty Words: None (yet)
Mexican Food: None (yet)
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I've been playing around with this idea for months. See, there's this song on the Season Two soundtrack of Battlestar Galactica that I am just obsessed with; it's called "Roslin and Adama." So, one day I was like, this song is so freaking beautiful I can't even stand it. And then it popped into my head to . . . well, to do this. You just gotta watch.

Theirs is a forbidden love, destined to be told along side the greats: Romeo and Juliet, Julius Caesar and Cleopatra, Sandy and Danny Zuko, Buffy and Angel, Bennifer, Brangelina, and Britney and Justin. Their love is 4EVA.