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In other news, am at Carla's babysitting Amarah for the next week or so. It's okay, but, y'know, tiresome. And there's Savannah, who's as much of an attention-whore as baby Amarah. And this afternoon I didn't even have Laura for adult company. Nor, I might add, have Dad and Suzy shown up. Damnit. I'm trying to get my 'net fix for the day, and Savannah's begging to use the phone to call Laura, which I won't let her. *le sigh* I'm tired, and I want someone else to take over already. Coffee can only keep me going so long.

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Current Mood: weird
Current Music: clickity-clack of the keyboard

Had crazy dreams last night, like reading on lj some meme

peaseblossom03 posted involving adjectives and the alphabet and much love for her husband...

ervinai posting a picture she took of herself in the mirror but she had my hair like when it was long (but coloured a strange reddish-purple that only comes from a bottle), and then, my dad seeing the picture and talking to some friends of his about how I once sent a message to someone through a mirror (for whatever reason, one of his friends was laying into our block of cheese for a meal)...

Going on some exchange trip where I upset a pair of my hosts because I set about monopolising and educating their attractive and innocent young friend...

There were more, stranger things, but they were lost in the light of morning.

Today is my neice Amarah's 2nd birthday. There was a bbq for her last night. Her brother was really excited about her presents and wanted to play with them all, which led to tantrums when we told him to give up whichever toy he had that Amarah wanted to play with. Like, she got a little bicycle with training wheel and one of those poles out the back a parent can push and steer with, and she got this little car she can push herself around in.

She was so cute when I started chasing her around and she was was giggling and I was tickling her... and I figured out the right speed to push her on the bike so she could keep her feet on the pedals as they went around. Thing was, she got the bright idea to push me around, and so I had to push myself around on the bike, which I was way too big for. That seat was small, and hard, and I've got a bruise on my bum, damnit.

Her other cute little game was when it came time for cake and ice cream. She was still playing around with her car, so I was taking a spoonful of ice cream from Suzy and holding it out for Amarah. A couple times she went for the playful 'run away, run back' routine, while giggling.

Today I went and had lunch with Ange and her cousin Lisa Marie and McCafe. Near fucking died from the mugginess. I dressed wrong for the weather. Oops. Anyway, went back to Ange's, and while Lisa Marie watched this cheapo-crap version of Beauty and the Beast, I made brownies and Ange did the dishes. Then we watched Cars and ate brownies. And then I came home.

I need to hit up the dairy for some more milk, or I'll have none for cereal in the morning if I feel like cereal for breakfast. *shrugs* Eh, bien.

Fin.

Current Mood: hot
Current Music: Nada

So work started up at the Christmast tree place last weekend, but thanks to weather and it still being November, business was pretty slack and I basically got paid for doing very little. In fact, I'm not sure I didn't cut my first tree for the year until Thursday. Yeah, Thursday.

THIS weekend on the otherhand, was v. v. busy. We sold 230 trees on Saturday (first Saturday of December last year, we sold 130.) and 140 trees yesterday. It was all out. I am, to say the least, a trifle exhausted. But I have tomorrow and Wednesday to recover.

I was down to 17c of credit on my phone, so last night after work I rushed to the dairy with some of my first week's pay to put some money on my phone and buy some chocolate. Then I texted Ange about coming around to watch CSI Miami and Numb3rs to make fun of Horatio and perve the Eppes brothers. It was all good. We drank wine and all that.

*laughs* I'd brought around my Black Books DVDs a week or so ago to introduce Ange and Damo to that particular brand of amusement... and there is a new addition to their collection of DVDs now as Damian promptly went out and bought their own copy of the entire series. Hehe.

Came home from work today, forgetting completely that it's Monday and that my (step?) neice Amarah and nephew Izayah would be here while their parents went and played tennis. But it was pretty sweet. Amarah was shy of me at first, as usual, but she warmed up pretty quick. It was really funny after my shower and I was combing my hair, and she sat there with her little hair brush copying my moves. Not to mention before that, at dinner, I stole Dad's plate while he was distracted by Izayah, so Suzy and I could pretend we were going to eat the last of his pie. Suzy and I looked over to see Amarah trying to pick up Izayah's plate to mimic my actions of putting it up by Suzy.

She is the cutest little thing. For whatever reason, she's developed some attachment to my glasses case, because she's gone into my room two or three times to retrieve it from my nightstand. I don't mind, I just don't understand why she feels the need to pick it up.

I didn't have the time, but I should have asked Carla when she and Gene came to pick up the kids, about giving me a haircut. I just had a huge battle of untangling it (resolving in the form of a fucking huge hairball, no noticeable hair-loss on my part, and a shitload of frizz) and I'd really, really like to cut it short again. It hasn't grown at all since I had it trimmed in August, at least, I don't think it has, and I may very well have reached the limit my hair will grow to, as it prefers to be extroadinarily thick rather than a great, great length. No matter. I'd like it above my shoulders again. I'll ask Carla about it later, I s'pose.

I also wanted to straighten my hair, tomorrow maybe, but it looks as if the weather is refusing the cooperate. A fucking brilliant weekend of sunshine, and the two days I get off and it's going to fucking rain. Gods be damned. Eh, bien. Some other time, I'm sure. It'll be a piece of cake if I get my hair cut, though, yeah? 1 & 1/2 hours shaved down to, probably not more than half an hour or so. I should think. That would be brilliant.

I have no fucking clue what to get anybody for Christmas. Except a fake engagement ring for Ange. Other than that? No idea. Am thinking about participating in the Christmas Card Exchange Meme, but, at the same time, don't know if/when I'll have the time & energy to get my shit together. So it might be best if I just sit back this year...I don't want to disappoint anyone.

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Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: Slow Movement - Romeo and Juliet Soundtrack II

I had these crazy yet awesome dreams last night. Okay, well, maybe not the one about the eggs... and stuff... but... I had like, two little sisters that got taken by the Seven Deadly Sins and I had to get them back from the realm of faerie/immortal before our mother noticed. The Seven Deadly Sins were like, anthromorphic personifications of the Sins, although for some reason while I met them, I only remember being able to name three of them: Greed, Lies, and Sugar...no, I don't know why Sugar became a deadly sin in my mind...

Anyway, I persuaded them to let me go home with my sisters, made a big grand exit that was tres cool (I'm sure they were impressed. I'm sure they liked me, but they were happy to see me go, too.) Get back and it was as if it had all been a dream, sisters never gone and stuff. And then I ended up getting really mad at our mother because she was so busy with some political something or other and neglecting my sisters...

There was more that I can't remember. It was a fun lot of dreams though. Wicked crazy.

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Current Mood: awake
Current Music: JC Chasez...

The following are different answers given by young school-age children to the given questions:

Why did God make mothers?
1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Think about it, it was the best way to get more people.
3. Mostly to clean the house.
4. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. He made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other Mom?
1. We're related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me.

What ingredients are mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world, and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string. I think.

What kind of little girl was your Mom?
1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.

How did your Mom meet your dad?
1. Mom was working in a store and dad was shoplifting.

What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?
1. His last name.
2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer? Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your Mom marry your dad?
1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on.

What makes a real woman?
1. It means you have to be really bossy without looking bossy.

Who's the boss at your house?
1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dads such a goofball.
2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

What's the difference between moms and dads?
1. Moms work at work and work at home, and dads just got to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power cause that's who you gotta ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's.

What does your Mom do in her spare time?
1. Mothers don't do spare time.
2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What's the difference between moms and grandmas?
1. About 30 years.
2. You can always count on grandmothers for candy. Sometimes moms don't even have bread on them!

Describe the world's greatest Mom?
1. She would make broccoli taste like ice cream!
2. She'd always be smiling and keep her opinions to herself.

Is anything about your Mom perfect?
1. Her teeth are perfect, but she bought them from the dentist.
2. Her casserole recipes. But we hate them.
3. Just her children

What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
1. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd dye-it, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that.
2. I'd make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.

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Current Mood: amused
Current Music: I'm in a library, woe!

Okay, since I have left for Wellington...

-I lost my emo glasses. Boo.
-

iowabound had a baby. Congrats!
-My dad's good friend Ratu was killed in a car accident. Le sigh.
-

ishimish had a birthday. Happy crotchdropping day!
-suffered my first hangovers. Damn
-scored with a british boy. Yay!

His name is Carl, but everyone calls him Aston Villa. He's from Birmingham. Brown eyes, brown hair (the tips are blonde), about 6 feet I guess, and 22 years old. He's not the hottest thing to walk the earth, but he sure isn't breaking any mirrors either. Well... maybe with his voice. He's one of those natrually loud people.
I know I told

shiseiji last Friday that I quite fancied this boy Darren... but then Carl returned on that Sunday and, well... Darren never appeared to fancy me very much anywho. It's rather cool, I started talking to Darren a couple of days into my coming to this place, and suddenly found myself integrated into this large group of folks who've all been together a month or more. Even Canada took a liking to me, and he rather despises kiwi girls. I'm playing up my half-bredness. I'm also sounding less American, particularly when drunk, as I pick up on the Brit's accent. Or, hell, one time I was talking to John, who's Irish, and saying things with the Irish accent almost. Actually, let me go over the group...
There's Eric (Canada), John (Horse), Craig (Craig David), Neriss, Carl (Aston), Darren (Jesus), Paul, Connor, Brian, Vince (Milan, or Vincent Vegas), Mike (Party Mike), and, um, there was also these guys Johnny and Valentine, but they've left. Anyway, Neriss and Connor are the only girls, so they appreciate having another girl around to talk girl talk. I'm the youngest, though. Neriss, John, or Canada is the oldest. Not sure which.
Craig and Canada are in competition over pulling girls... I think Craig is in the lead after getting two girls in one night. There was supposed to be lots of points if any of them scored with the twin sister of Milan's gf. It was their 20th last night, and we all went. I ended up dragging my boy off some time before two, since despite my being smashed, I seemed to realise that if I didn't do something he'd get kicked out anyway. Still, got teased for it this morning, didn't I?
Anyway, am alive, doing all right, school is school, as per usual, and flat hunting blows chunks... but is necessary. Lemme know what you're up to, 'cause I'm bound to miss stuff even if I hit up the f-list.

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Current Mood: sore
Current Music: only the sex left me sore. :P

Should I ever have children (as I intend to) and should they ever discover my livejournal (god forbid), here's a post to make them go, "ewwww."

I go for walks and listen to music. Do it nearly every day. Otherwise, some days, I'd spend the entire day on the computer. Not good. I am wearing this skirt. A white tank top and a long sleeved mesh top. My hair is down. I was wearing my brown boots.

As I was walking, I was approached by a man, who told me I'm gorgeous. Yay. He offered me $100 for sex.

...

While I realise prostitution is legal in NZ, that's just... creepy. He was even willing to just pay me to sit there while he... *rolls eyes*

Gyahhhhh. *shudders*

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Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: Limp Bizkit - "Take A Look Around"

Dad babysits Joel on Mondays. Joel is the three year old of this woman Cindy--and her mum Carol is my dad's ex. They parted on good terms, obviously. But yeah, he likes doing this babysitting stuff. He's been ready to be grandfather for years, he says, but Iain and I are simply too young to be starting on giving him grandchildren yet, thankyouverymuch. *rolls eyes* Anyway, little dude comes over on Mondays. And dad has some lovely tricks to get the hours to pass without seeming to, and getting errands done at the same time. Like, if the weather is nice, get Joel to help with the gardening. Or, if it's not so nice, go grocery shopping.
It's so weird. I don't know where I picked it up. I figured it out somehow, anyway. When we were at the supermarket, a way I kept Joel sort of occupied was giving him the job of holding the shopping list. And having him help me take the cart to one of the little trolley park things. Just, y'know, giving him little errands or something to hold so he would feel useful--and stay out of trouble. And I have no idea how I knew to do that, 'cause I don't ever remember anyone ever telling me. It's not like I watch those Little Angels or Supernanny shows... not very often anyway. Although the bits I have seen have given me some clues as to what to do/not do whenever I do get around to having my own rugrats.
Anyway...
Last week

pandoras_evil_t took her bike into the repair shop to get it all checked out and fixed up. Well, they told her the back tire and brake pads needed replacing, and she said, "Do it!" All's well and good, right? Right. Well... no, not right, actually. She picked the bike up, and was riding home, when, at a place where she needed to stop, horror of horrors--her brakes didn't work! She crashed into a fence. Thankfully it was only a fence. When she called up the shop, the guy there said he'd forgotten to mention--the brake lines needed replacing as well, and how much that would cost. Later that day, though, the manager of the shop called back and said they'd do that job for free, since there'd been such a cock-up and it could have been much worse.
Well, on Tuesday Ange asks me if I want to come with her to take the bike back in, and "look scary." She... just doesn't know how to do intimidating like I do, lol. Well, off we go, and the manager surprised us--he gave her a full refund on the whole job. Well, now she has a whole $58 more than she had last week, and as she took the money we both noticed that, well... her helmet's in pretty bad shape. May as well look at getting a new one, yeah? *laughs* Kind person that I am, I was oh-so-complintary of how the helmet's looked on her when she tried them. But, yeah, picked one, and the manager only charged her $40 instead of $45. Good stuff!
After that we skipped across the road to the McCafe for some coffee. Mmmm, latte. I don't know how I've not managed to get addicted to coffee.

pandoras_evil_ loves to tell me Cancerians have addictive personalities, so it's strange I don't really have many addictions--but then sometimes it seems as if people become addicted to me! Well, we were at the McCafe enjoying our latte and mochacino, when who showed up on his lunch break? Her boyfriend. So he came and chatted with us for a few mins before he went to actually grab something to eat and we went back to her place for the afternoon.
Got another fic rec, this one being Lupin/Snape. I enjoyed it. How Severus Snape (Didn't) Kill Nymphadora Tonks. 'Sfunny, I really haven't read too many fics lately, and recced even less... but, eh, what kind of fics I want to read fluctuates and varies so I never know when the mood is going to strike me to read whichever pairing or gen...
And, yeah, this was an icon used by someone commenting on my last entry, made by

quietlyhonestly. Is tres cool, no?
Bwahaha

( Happy Thanksgiving )

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Current Mood: curious
Current Music: "Here In Your Bedroom" -Goldfinger

( Oh, witty saying of your choice here )

Answer me these questions in comments, please

If I came to visit you...
1. would you be pleased to see me?
2. What sights would you show me?
3. What would you have me eat? And do you think I would like it?
4. Would you have me meet your family and/or your friends?
5. Where would you take me to party?
6. Is there anything else special about your part of the world you'd like me to experience?

...now put this in your own journal, so I can tell you.

Up at 7 am on a Saturday morning. It was cold. And icy. Dad and I went to this men's breakfast he had to go to involving several of the men from his church. I only went along because I'd help afterwards with the groceries. But I got to have some nice pancakes with spiced apples. Mmm.
But after we were done we got a call from Eileen--the woman I stayed with for about a month and a half before leaving for Palmy--because her kitten Cara got run over. Quite sad, really. She was not even a year old. And yet, for her age, she was huge, and still growing. Not anymore. Dad and I still went grocery shopping, but went going to go to Eileen's almost straight after to bury the cat.
Picked up some new hair ties (my old ones are getting stretched and threaten to snap) as well as a clip to put it up in the twist like I usually do. Had the bright idea to get Eileen a little pick-me-up. Not chocolate because that would break her diet. So we got her a bottle of chardonnay. She liked that. And the hug.
We are trying to teach Buddy to not sleep on the bed or couch: he has his own bed. Trouble is, Dad and I don't enforce it often enough. Bad, bad us. Far too lenient. Ah well.
Went over to

pandoras_evil_t's for a while this afternoon. Had invited her over to watch movies with me, but not only was Damian there, but they're looking after her little cousin. So no dice. Was bribed to visit with the promise of banana muffins, arrived, and got nothing. Well, a milo eventually. And we watched 101 Dalmations (live action, not the cartoon version) at little cousin's insistence, only to have her not watch it all, while we did. I enjoyed it mostly because of Hugh Laurie and also Jeff Daniels.

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Current Mood: hyper
Current Music: French Affair "My Heart Goes Boom"

Wow,

uptheduff and

iowabound are both pregnant, expecting in Feb & March respectively. Congrats and my best wishes for the pair of you.

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Current Mood: surprised

Gorgeous pic of Lucius/Sevurus can be found here. For those of you who care. Thanks for sending it my way, Cel. :D
Today Cathy called me. Her number is one number different from mine. Hehe. Rhibber gave her my number. Anyway, asked if I had any plans and then invited me over. She has to look after her baby nephews... one is almost one and the other is... I forget. Still really small. And so it was watch some Roseanne, CSI, and the movie Radio, listen to Steven Lynch and then Dane Cook, all the while looking after a pair of baby boys. We also played the Sims on the PS2 for a little bit.
The baby was nice and not too bawly... the one year old got a bit loud sometimes, and we kept having to keep prying him away from stuff he shouldn't mess with. He also had a fascination with shiny things (a.k.a. my necklace, watch, navel piercing, rings...). But still, they were darlings mostly. Thankfully.
Tomorrow I'm going to see Shark Tale with Brit. Yay!

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Current Mood: tired
Current Music: sizzle

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*snickers* I love Vimesy so much. He's my hero.

miyumiyu has the Sims2. She has Remus Lupin and Severus Snape skins. *giggles* The first we knew of it was here but we got the rest of the story today. Yay! It's so cute, and inspired one of my new icons! I made others, but until I have a paid account...
Today I earned $50 watching a 5 and 10 y/o brother and sister for seven hours. Zach spent most the morning in his room playing on the computer or with his lego (I WANT HIS LEGO!) while Ursula and I watched Return of the King. She has the memory of a goldfish. Oh well, she's cute and doesn't scream. I had to assert myself and made lunch for the three of us, and then we watched an episode of the Simpsons off one of the DVD's since Zach asked. But Ursula was bored so I made us watch the first Harry Potter movie after.
By the time their dad called to say he was on his way home, Ursula didn't want me to go. I got the puppy dog eyes, the pout, and the cajoling beg to "Please don't leave..." Oh yes, had mum stop by somewhere in there when she accidentally locked herself outside and needed to borrow my key. But no matter. I took a bag of fresh apples and my money and went home just after four. It was really quite fun. They listened to me and everything! They'd pipe down on their bickering when I asked, so I was glad. :D
And I have no idea what I'm doing this weekend.

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Current Mood: geeky
Current Music: Bad me not using a cut

I get emailed the comments that are replies to my posts and comments. Nothing new. But... I just got emailed about three or four replies to old posts and comments, comments that were posted way back at the time those posts were made. Here I'd been, thinking Shanny wasn't interested in my old clothes because I never saw the reply she made. (I still have the clothes lying about, btw) Here I got to reread comments from Brit that I'd seen and replied to!
Confusing to say the least.
My kitten went from sleeping behind the computer to sleeping on my lap. Pathetic sap? I think so too. Stop whining you silly cat.
I wonder what it's like to be a young widow.
Today when in the sanctuary at the church and the kiddies were singing I had one of them using me as a jungle gym. It is weird to have a little child crawling all over me, singing. Who'm I kidding? It's weird to be with all those little kids. Especially when they start telling me I'm going to juvie.
Why does everyone on my MSN list have to be offline or away?

Current Mood: dorky

You know there's something a little wrong with me when I start covering parts of my window to obstruct a moth's view just to see it flutter around and hit the window even more. And I'm laughing.
I did that a couple of nights ago when the damn thing kept hitting my window trying to get to the light. I was trying to read, but decided to make the moth's life a little hell for a small amount of time. I was giggling like a little child.
Last night I had a dream that I got up in the morning to find my mother had invited over several of my friends for breakfast. There was more than just the Posse girls, like Kamille, or Harmony, and I think a few guys... And Harmony had brought her two little sisters, although the funny thing was that it wasn't Mariel (her only sister) but some young girl and a baby. I ended up walking around with the baby who was so adorable and snuggling with me because I wanted to show off my house to those people who haven't seen it. Weird thing was, I came outside, and where the poor excuse for a lawn should be, and it was a large tarmac parking lot. There were convenience stores and everything. Definitely weird.
Actually, I've been thinking I'd like to get a group of friends to come with me to this local diner for a birthday feast. Then maybe we'd come back to my place, watch some movies, play some games... hang out. Somewhere in there I'd be opening presents, of course. *shrugs* I don't know what I want from people. A new bodice to start my wench wardrobe would be good. Teehee.
I've been playing around with my pictures again, and got some pretty variations...

I once read a book by Anne Rice called The Witching Hour, and it told of this family of witches, the Mayfairs. Celien and I could tell you all about it (in one word: twisted. Feel free to add as many 'very's in front of that as you want.). Anyway, one of the first Mayfairs, Deborah, had her portrait painted by Rembrandt. It was mostly black, except for her face and the Mayfair emerald, and this picture kind of reminds me of that.

( And there's more )

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Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: I want apple pie

On my deadjournal, I have nearly 800 entries and I haven't even had it two years. I've had this journal maybe five months and hit 100 entries less than 10 entries ago. What can I say, I love posting shit and reading what other people write. Well, nearly everything other people write.
I am seriously reconsidering having children. Especially three of them. We just had three children over today, and so while I was up in my room trying to read Tale of the Body Thief they were running about and I kept having to make sure Davey didn't move all my stuff about and maybe lose something.
Happy Easter people.

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Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Allergies hurt my eyes

I totally took up the bandwagon, too.

Pick 10 LJ friends on your list and say something about them.
Guess which one you are.

1.) First and foremost, you are my goddess. Secondly, you're just awesome and I'm glad I found you.

2.) You're missed at the table. You're funny. And you won't get me to believe you're a moron.

3.) My dear Kiwi-chick, who saw me through my first time in love, and who I watched find her own perfect love.

4.) I love stalking you, my pretty Lan-lover. You're going to help me kill Tuon.

5.) You're so crazy, and you always make me laugh. Will you share Orlando with me?

6.) I know where you live. I know which room is yours. But I bet your guard cat will get me before then. Still, anytime you want company, you know where I am.

7.) "Quick like a bunny!" has been our lasting phrase. I cannot remember too well how we got acquainted, only that you made my lunches last year a lot more entertaining. I lobe you.

8.) I think you are cool, although I feel I don't understand you very well. Perhaps its the mystery, but I love you on dj, so I love you on lj too.

9.) Talented, poetic, energetic, inspiring... I don't see you enough anymore.

10.) You make me feel young and ignorant, and I always look forward to some new wisdom coming from your lips. If I had money I'd help to make you rich buying stuff you made, or simply tips for pretty melodies.

My eyes itch something crazy. Stupid weird allergies. To what, I don't know, but bloody hell it's annoying. *tears up*
Two days 'til I get my wisdom teeth out. I swear the only good part is the fact I'll be drugged up. Hope I don't get to fucked up though. I have this bad feeling I'm going to be sick after it's done. That would suck. Majorly. *grimaces*
Funny thing in school today. Some woman was there with her baby, and while she was sitting with a friend by these doors waching the baby, the baby was across the hallway from her, trying to chew on the rock that holds the door open to Hawley's room. And it was so amusing everytime someone new showed up or walked by, because this baby, seemingly unwatched, was just sitting there with nobody near it. *giggles* He was such a cute little darling, too.
I think I have too much shit I'm holding on to for no better reason than I can't stand to throw it away. *sighs* I seriously should just give some of it up. Fires burn for a good reason, after all. My children are going to curse me for my throw-away habits I'm sure.
"Mum, can we see some stuff from when you were young?"
"Mum, do you have some vintage clothes from when you were young?"
Mum, do you have any photos from when you were young?"
"Sorry, honey, I threw them away and burned them up, because they were a pain in the arse to pack up and move everywhere."
"Fuck you you goddamned gypsy."

Fin.

Current Mood: bitchy
Current Music: Blarg

Merry Christmas everyone.
Jeez... didn't check my emails for two days and I had a whole TWO messages: both my astrology subscriptions. Glad to know I can go away and not have my inbox overflow like it has before.
To a five year-old, I'm old enough to be married. In fact, I must be married. Shoulda told him I was married to his best friend. Still, he was a cute little kid.
Got more presents than I expected, and go a lot I had at least an idea I was getting. I.e.: the green sarong. My godmother sent me that, b/c at least two years ago I told her I was looking for one. But I also got a lot of other cool and handy presents.
Have some more CDs now. And my room is a mess. I need to put away a ton of clean clothes. *snickers* Funny that my step-dad had to make me get up this morning. It used to be I'd be first up. Hell, sometimes I just waited for midnight to come and go. But that was when we'd hit a midnight mass.
Had a very nice dinner with the family yesterday, and another nice dinner with some family friends today. I think this break may fly quicker than I expect.

Fin

Current Mood: drunk
Current Music: Stacy's Mom Has Got it Goin' On