Pirates and Hopkinses and Registration

Spanish pirates attacking and kiss scenes and swelling orchestral music in black and white--I found the film of Captain Blood when I was trawling the Foley library for A Doll's House.  Anthony Hopkins makes a very disagreeable Torvald.  Unlike Dr. Peter Blood, he has no charm nor class, and lacks the uncanny ability to see his way through to the end of his plot struggles.  Peter Blood is a deus ex machina in and out of himself.  The plot stands no chance against his keen intellect and sparkling dialogue.  It swoons in the face of Errol Flynn's dimples. 

Wikipedia untangles a mystery: "In like Flynn" refers to Errol Flynn's success in romantic endeavors. 

I heart Wikipedia.  Does that make me a polyamorist?

Because it's edited by so many different people.  Haha.

I'm way sleepy.  You may notice.  Unfortunately, the System means that I register for classes at midnight + one minute.  And there are only two places left in Economics of Environmental Protection, but I swear, if I have to murder an upperclassman, I will get into that class.  It has been the light at the end of this semester's academic tunnel.  It is the only thing that makes me drag myself from Statistics to Accounting to Business Management Information Systems as my brain slowly liquifies and drains out my ears.

Brain juice dripping down the sides of my neck.  It's terribly embarassing. 

Economics of Environmental Protection.  Say it with me.  It combines the two things I love best about the world.  And it's so alliterative, and multisyllabic.  Like three little sets of bells.  Mmmm.  And the professor is supposed to be fantastic.  Environmental Economics is his focus.  Maybe he'll be my advisor.  Six more minutes.  If I don't get in, I'm totally writing a letter of plea.  And plaguing the registrar's office.  And complaining to everyone who will come near me sans headphones because--

Three more minutes.

Come on, baby.

ETA:  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.

My life has become a black pit of despair.