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I find the air today is stifling, like I'm constantly at the edge of a panic attack because I simply cannot breathe. Inside, outside, it doesn't matter--the air is still and thick. It's not that I need to drink--I drink, it does nothing, it's my airways that cannot expand enough, or something.

In other news... have baked apple muffins. They're possibly not my best effort, but, hey, I haven't made any in years.

Dad and Suzy are watching Easy Rider, but I'm not really paying attention. Except to note the part with Jack Nicolson and go, oh my, how young and good looking he used to be.

Fin.

Okay, yeah, totally still alive and all that jazz. Why no posts?

Well... who wants to hear about my Christmas? I mean, really. *shrugs* There was family, food, waaaay too much sugar, a remarkable restraint with the booze, and, of course, presents. I think I managed to do all right and getting the right gifts for people. Although Iain is the hardest fucking person to get presents for, EVER. Shockingly succeeded just fine with my dad...

Anyone remember Charlie Bear? 'Cause Ange got me another bear to go with him. So far, unnamed, and I'll try to get pictures up, too. If I had Charlie here, I'd get pictures of the two of them together. It's just, Buddy (dad's poodle) has this crazy idea that Charlie is, in fact, a toy for him. Much the same way he'll fixate on Suzy's rubber duckies, particularly the ones with squeakers.

Speaking of Ange, I've been spending a whole bunch of time over at her place the last few days, as we've been watching Stargate SG-1 all over again, as she acquires each new season. Well... actually she's only got Season's 1 and 2 so far, but, yeah. We've been watching them. And, since I didn't get the one thing I really asked for--NOT that I'm complaining. The presents I did get are wonderful, it's just that what I asked for I did not receive, and that is okay, because I promptly went out and bought it for myself--NOW that I have the money to do as such.

Firefly.

And Serenity.

Hee. Can't wait to watch it all.

Fin.

A metaquotes post about Johnny Depp's undead potential and further evidence this may be so. Zomg.

Not to mention the icon that I totally agree with, morbid creature that I am:


Fin.

It is a beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous day out there. Sososososos v. nice. So why'm I here? Why am I not out basking in the sunlight, dressed as I am? (knee high socks, schoolgirl pleated skirt, purply-pink tube top, y'know, skank that I am) Well, I'm here to inform shiseiji that the parcel arrived Monday, I didn't find out 'til Tuesday, and didn't get to pick it up until today, Thursday. But zomg zomg. Sugar rush already. Aaaaand yeah. Love, much love. :D

Anyway, you know when you're talking about something, and your mouth just takes over and says something you didn't mean to say? And I don't mean, you suddenly offer a blunt opinion that upsets someone, but like, you mess up your words or have a case of spoonerisms. Happened the other day, Friday, I was at Grant's and somehow it came up that, slim as we both were, my wide hips were good at taking up a lot of the space. (I may not have shiseiji's gigantic birthing hips, but they're wide enough, that's for sure) Well, Grant went to say, "Wide hips" but it came out "Wild hips." Funny enough on its own...

It just gave me this hilarious visual of a bunch of bare hips grazing on a plain. They'd just be plodding along in their herds, 'til someone came along to rustle some up or something... then there'd be panic, and these stampeding wild hips... it was a funny visual, anywho.

Yesterday I was all geared up not to see Grant, 'cause he'd sent a text saying he was tired and planned to sleep. But then, my cellphone was on its charger so I didn't get the next text saying he couldn't sleep, he was going into town, and did I want to come over for pizza later? Instead he found me in the library, and we wandered around for a wee bit, enjoying the lovely, lovely sunshine. Then we went up and passed the time for a while, until it was time to make the pizza.

It was kind of a gourmet style pizza. Aside from the necessary tomato paste and cheese, there was onions, salami, capsicum, olives, feta cheese, anchovies (I discovered they're not all that bad, but I wouldn't wanna overdo 'em), and these things, these other things that I can't remember what they're called, but they're supposed to be good and I think I plain did not notice them. But it was a v. nice pizza that we ate while watching the news.

We actually watched a lot of tv, spent the most amount of time in the living room we ever have, watching Aqua Teen Hunger Force, the Simpsons, Scrubs, SVU, and Green Wing. All in all, good stuff.

Oh, oh, it was so funny; Grant and I stopped by where I'm staying so I could grab a couple things (some CDs for him to listen to, I meant to grab my phone off the charger and forgot, and my jacket so I wouldn't freeze when I walked home), and as I was heading back downstairs Glenn came out from the back room.

I smiled--no, I think I rather smirked--at him, so he asked, rather paranoid, "What?" and I laughed.

"What have you been up to?" he demanded.

"It's not what I've been up to," I replied, "but more what I'm about to get up to!"

He swore and I walked out under a tirade of, "Oi, no one said you could leave. Where are you going? Get back in here!"

(Don't worry, he wasn't serious, just jealous at the mere suggestion someone's getting laid when he is not)

Besides, that was more than enough revenge for the stunt he pulled yesterday morning. Back on Tuesday, I very generously cooked him dinner (what the hey, I'll play domestic goddess when I've got so much bourbon from him) and we also watched the DVD of Wes Craven's "Cursed" with Christina Ricci and Josh Jackson. While utterly predictable, it was fucking hilarious. Anyway, afer the movie I pleaded sleepiness and went to bed. I didn't have a hangover yesterday or anything--I've only had one or two ever thanks to Absolut Vodka--I just had a hard time waking up, and I was in a sort of not-ready-to-face-the-world-grunt-my-answers mood. I'd be better once I'd had my coffee and breakfast.

Well he and the Other Grant apparently got up when the birds did or some shit 'cause they were already up when I stumbled down. I was making my coffee when they walked into the kitchen. "You look like shit!" Glenn told me not unkindly. "I'm not awake yet," I responded. He walked past me, and the next thing I know, I'm flinching back 'cause I looked over in time to see him banging to pots right next to my head.

"Fuck!" was all I could say while they laughed at me. Bastards.

Oh, rather amusing email from my cousin John. He's a cop in Colorado, and I get the occasional narrative from him about some interesting event or another. he's a cool cousin.

( Subject: Stroker Ace )

Fin.

Okay, so I haven't exactly seen the movie, but I can't help but love this qoute from Serenity:

Kaylee: Goin' on a year now I ain't had nothin' twixt my nethers weren't run on batteries!
Mal: Oh, God! I can't *know* that!
Jayne: I could stand to hear a little more.

*snerk*

Fin.

Hmmmm.

'Caught my very first episode of Firefly last night. I now know why it's so damn cool. If I weren't a poor starving student, I'd see about getting my hands on the whole series... and the movie Serenity...

Shit, I should ask my brother if he's seen trailers for Snakes on a Plane yet. I don't know if he knows about it like we do...

Fin.

"The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary."
- James D. Nicoll

"English is the result of Norman men-at-arms attempting to pick up Saxon barmaids and is no more legitimate than any of the other results."
- H. Beam Piper

'Cause I love that first quote, and that second one's pretty amusing, too. I wish I'd known them well enough to quote a couple weeks ago... Conor, Milan, Aston and I were going to play darts, and Aston said something, I think, that I corrected. And he started questioning why someone not from the country which invented the language could say how something is supposed to be said. And somewhere in there I said that English is a bastard language anyway... would have been nice if I'd had those quotes to back me up. Eh, bien.
Also, saw this icon in userpicks:



And a quiz result. Pretty pictures...



What type of Fae are you?

I'm in fae mood at the moment really...

And my hand is freezing. Damnit.

Might be going to see Brokeback Mountain with the lady I'm staying with. Maybe.

Fin.

leodric_kain requested an icon, so I've got a few he can choose from. And, yeah, you can gack if you feel that way inclined...

Not cutting because it's just six.

01. 02. 03.

Different coloured text to choose from those, and then, I thought, what the hell, some others you might enjoy:

04. 05. 06.

Umm, lemme know if they're worthy or if you'd like different text, colour, background, whatev. Am happy to change anything you don't like.

A week after Ange's birthday bash and again I helped her drink booze. I went over to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (zomg Johnny is the most sinister and hilarious Willy Wonka EVER, and I <3 him) and the Blue Collar Comedy Tour (fucking hilarious--yeah, my word of the day.). Then we started copying a bunch of my CDs on to her comp for her perusal, and tomorrow I'm going back to her place for two things:

1. to straighten my hair again. Whee!
2. to go through her music and make some of my own mixes. Yay!

Righty, dad wants the comp and this was because I said I'd post these tonight for Jas'n. Night y'all.

Fin.

1 Tattoo (vokda and cranberry)
1 shot B52 (half coffee liquer half orang liquer)
1 Vivo (vodka feijoa and apple)
1 shot B52
1 Mudshake (err... coffee and some alcocoal, pandoras_evil_t might be able to tell you)
1 Vivo
1 shot B52
1 gin and tonic with a twist of lemon

pshhhed much? ver, ver muych so. Like totally.

I'm talking to some ex of Iain's on his screenname. He rname is Cindy and she was with him way back when I was with the Smurf. that's Chris. Bloody hell. So much for crashing after The Mexican. it's the night for Brad Pitt on tv2 apparently, 'cause I'm sure he's the voice for Sinbad which was on before. I only caught the tail end and it must ahvebeen him. Could look in imdb if I was less pissed.

Heee!!!!!

could almost make a pass at lj dj except I totally lack at the funny. Alas and alack. And lawks.

Fin.

Edit: hahaha I mean ljdq. Get if cufking right roman! lman... okay, beddtime methinks. night night y'all.

Whee!

Monday night I went over to pandoras_evil_t's. It's her birthday on Friday. But, niether Anita nor I could manage to do her birthday thing on her birthday. So we learned how to play this game of the_chief_80's, Dirty Minds. Through some very... naughty descriptions, you have to guess what it actually is, usually something very innocent.

Anyway, yesterday we went mini-golfing. Shock of all shocks... I thought for sure I was sucking majorly. I thought I was making even Andrea look good. Although I did manage to score a hole in one. Anita got two. But at the end of it all (us girls a bit burned, oops), I was tallying up the scores...

Andrea: 83
Anita: 78
Damian: 74
Hana: 72

...

I can't believe I bloody won. I mean, I was usually scoring around 5 shots per hole. And in the beginning I was terrible. But apparently not that bad. Eh, bien. It was fun. We all had fun, and then we went to get the booze.

Ange bought a case of Tattoo, some Archer's, some mudshakes, a sparkling white, and a chardonnay. I got a six pack of B52 shots, some gin and tonic with lemon, and some vodka feijoa and apple. And we had a lovely evening of more Dirty Minds, and Scum, and this other card game, Morning Queen. It's the perfect game to play when drunk. It's hard enough to do sober, but drunk? Whoa.

You deal out all the cards between the players, and the aim of the game is to get rid of all your cards. You don't look at the cards you're given. The first person flips their card over. If it's a number, next person flips a card. If it's a jack, everyone has to say, "Hi, Jack." The last person to say it has to pick up all the cards in the pile and add it to their deck. If the card is a queen, everyone says, "Morning, Queen." Again, last person gets the cards. Not a good thing. If it's a king, everyone salutes. This one's the bitch. You end up whacking your forehead so many times. And if it's an ace, everyone slaps their hand on the pile. You don't want to be slow with these things. Or screw up which you say. For whatever reason, I was really good at getting out.

We watched some TV, before Anita and then Damian buggered off. Andrea got so much more toasted then I did. I was feeling really good though. We watched the Secret Garden. And then we watched Fern Gully. I did not know Christian Slater did the voice of Pips in that movie. (The boy fairy chasing after Chrysta, for those who don't remember) There were some cartoons on the tape after Fern Gully, so we watched this weird little cartoon, Animaniacs, and Batman. Then we went to bed.

Oh, and cards... new variation to Scum: Joker trumps all. Doesn't matter if it's singles, pairs, triples, or a quad, one Joker overrules everything. And you can't play the other Joker on it either, and steal the trump.

I finally came home around noon-ish, to find Iain at his computer. He was just starting to watch the first episode of Stargate Atlantis. He's got both seasons on the comp. When he told me that, I told him I love him. I missed an episode or two though, 'cause I got bored and took a walk. Lovely thing, it had been muggy all day, and kind of overcast. It wasn't 'til I was out walking, exactly halfway through my established walk route, when it started bucketing down. Thing was, though I got soaked through, I felt soooooo good for it. It was a relief.

Dad tried talking to us earlier about something. Iain finally snapped and pointed out we were watching a tv show here, can it wait? It could. I can't even remember what he was trying to talk to us about.

Fin.