xans: Xans (Twilight Hate)
"How did I get so drunk last night? Someone must have spiked one of the 27 drinks that I consumed."

*snickersnort*

Do I or don't I want to shell out for the Sims 2 expansions I'm missing? Hmmm....

Fin.
xans: Xans (Default)
My grandmother died back in June of 1996. We called her Grandma Kuia, which is kind of funny since Kuia is the moari word for "grandmother" but it differentiated her from Grandma McFarland. We had Granddad and Grandpa McFarland, so they were easy to diffentiate. Also, Granddad died back in 1980 long before Iain and I were born. But when he was a toddler my brother had a dream where Granddad took him trout fishing, and he told mum about it so since then he has been Granddad. My Australian cousins (mum's sis's kids) call him Koro, which is maori for grandfather.

So when she died he was 84 years old. I was scared of her, because she was old and frail and I was terrified she would have a serious fall or something happen in front of me and I would be unable to help her. I was just shy of my 11th birthday, and she had been in an old people's home for about 6 weeks when she died. She had been living with us in a granny flat, but she was so frail and mum was really exhausted, looking after us kids and working and also looking after her mum. So it had been decided Grandma Kuia would spend a little bit of time in a home, and she just sort of faded away.

I didn't cry when she died. I was relieved for her, because it meant she would no longer be frail and old. And she was with Granddad again. Mum had her cremated, and for a while the ashes were stored in a cupboard in the granny flat. Every time my brother and I walked past that cupboard we felt obligated to say hello to her. We were scared of what would happen if we didn't. Eventually mum got permission from the council in Napier, Grandma's home town, to have her ashes buried in the old cemetary behind the headstone of one of our ancestors. When Alan and I went there a couple years ago I took him to there and at first I couldn't find the headstone but eventually we did. I can't remember if I said hi to her that time.

So when Grandma Kuia died, she left some money for my cousins, brother and I. It was put into a trust for each of us that we could not access until we were 25. Not a huge amount of money, but enough to go on a nice trip, or maybe put towards a car or house or something. Well... as the youngest, I turned 25 just last July. I've been sitting on the check for the last 3 months, sort of trying to decide what to spend part of it on. And today... I spent.

First of all I bought some new shoes. My boots, sandals, and walking shoes all need replacing, but the boots can wait until winter. The sandals and walking shoes got replaced today. As did my beach feet, the new pair funnily enough match my wetsuit and kayak, lol. I got some pretty gothy black pants, Thai size XL (12). I am so very, very glad that somehow in the last year I have managed to lose a significant amount of weight. I was up to 14s and pushing it, now I am back to 12 and very comfortable with that.

However the big spend of the day was that I bought a new computer box. Remember my old one crapped out? The Display Driver stopped working. And we called in geeks-on-wheels and the guy charged us $400 and didn't fix the problem. So it was running, only kind of, in safe mode. Now I have a new comp and it's pretty and shiny and new. :)

I know mum wants me to spend part of that inheritance on a trip to the States, we shall see how that goes. I think we still need to wait a bit because Alan needs to save up some cash, too. But a trip to the States would be cool.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Bees)
...when you remember a movie you saw years and years ago, but by remember it means you remember a vague plot without knowing the title or the actors who were in it? How do you look THAT up on imdb? How do you describe the plot or summary in such a way that a title (or year) might jump out at you?

'Cause I was having one of those moments.

Well... I actually had to do a bit of googling that led to some wiki-ing, and then I was able to imdb it. I know it was made in the eighties. I know that it had a few central main characters, one being an old couple, and there was a mostly mute boxer. He was kinda simple from head injuries, or something. And there were these little ufo type creatures that fixed things for scrap metal. But what was it called?

So I googled "movie ufos fix things for scrap metal" and saw a wiki page of "List of Robots in fiction" that led to a title *batteries not included (1987) which is precisely the movie I was looking for. I seriously need to find that movie again, and watch it.

...who else remembers this movie?

Fin.
xans: Xans (Bees)
have not had time to make post of DOOM. Have been too busy using time off to play Dungeon Siege 2 or watch Alan playing Dungeon Siege 2 and telling him where to go because he ALWAYS gets lost. I only sometimes get geographically embarrassed. I also pick up and ditch characters as quick as it takes to achieve a quest specific to that character... although one of my parties now consists entirely of female characters, including the scorpion. "Does this armor make my butt look big?" "Fuck off, Taar." Taar is such a goddamned greenie.

Fear I may be coming down with cough. This sucks, as I hate cough medicine. Alan was coughing too, so may have to get something so we don't make each other worse. He says Vicks cough medicine is good. So long as it's not that cherry red stuff that makes me gag...

Almost lost my USB disk at the library the other day, but someone found it and turned it in, so I got back. Yay.

Need to take time to read Heroes season 2 transcripts to get my canon knowledge up-to-date. Then I can offer better feedback on certain things. *nods* Also tempting to watch some Firefly again. What I really should watch is Ewan McGregor and Charley Boorman's Long Way Down, since I've had that for over a month and not done so. I can play with legos when I do it.

I have lego dwarfs. And orcs. And troll/ogre creatures. This, including my kings and knights and samurai and witches, wizards, star wars people, space people, divers, and paridisa folks... half tempting to get the Indiana Jones set with him and his dad. :D

*coughing fit*

Hell with this. See ya 'round.

Fin.

Virginia

Oct. 18th, 2007 11:45 am
xans: Xans (Seabeck Hicks)
V - is for voracious. 'Cause when I'm hungry, I eat enough for for two. Villages.
I - is for imagination. Mine is very vivid and active and porny.
R - is for ribald. Porn. Swearing. All that fucking jazz.
G - is for gorgeous. Hey, if I keep being told that, it must be true, right? Right!
I - is also for irony. Also goes along with sarcastic and snarky.
N - is for nifty. 'Cause I am. :P
I - is also for I. As in, me, myself, and I. I am the centre of your universe.
A - is for arrogant. I know I am. I don't mind.

Guess the meme. Play it if you want.

Heh. Just realised R could also be for red, as in... the colour of my hair now. Hypnotic Red it's called. It's very red and pretty. :D

Rawr.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Bloody Stupid Icon)
Teasers:


A decent lot )

Y'know. Take and use. Comments are love. *shrugs*

Fin.
xans: Xans (Seabeck Hicks)
It's just a few days away and perhaps a few on my f-list who'd get them haven't seen these icons before and I've had a couple in my possession for some time... so anyway, I thought I'd share.

by [livejournal.com profile] willocwen

by [livejournal.com profile] most_suspicious

by [livejournal.com profile] vardaquareien

Fin.

Fickle

Apr. 29th, 2007 06:34 pm
xans: Xans (Borg Physics)
Once again, changed the colour and style of my journal. I also went on a huge trip down memory lane, as I went and tagged every entry. It's a bit random, but I did my best (ish). I'm satisfied, at any rate. I know I resisted tagging for so long, but, hey, it kinda makes it easier to find specific posts, especially after having them reasonably fresh in my mind. Although, reading through did lead to me having strange dreams where I ran into exes and stuff, which was frustrating.

But it also led me to finding an old meme, that I've forgotten the questions well enough to throw a new list together and try answering all over again...

First, write down the names of twenty people on your flist. Then read and answer the questions. You can't look at the questions (or click on the cut) until you write down the twenty names you're going to use.

01. [livejournal.com profile] simple__man 02. [livejournal.com profile] diea 03. [livejournal.com profile] blue_raven 04. [livejournal.com profile] virginhuntress 05. [livejournal.com profile] juliarchy 06. [livejournal.com profile] macjinx 07. [livejournal.com profile] autumnjedigirl 08. [livejournal.com profile] tasar_nualda 09. [livejournal.com profile] the_chief_80 10. [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t 11. [livejournal.com profile] abrandnewboom 12. [livejournal.com profile] wytch_sansmerci 13. [livejournal.com profile] peaseblossom03 14. [livejournal.com profile] murkeye 15. [livejournal.com profile] ervinai 16. [livejournal.com profile] thesimpleman 17. [livejournal.com profile] ashinae 18. [livejournal.com profile] uptheduff 19. [livejournal.com profile] thegreenchicken 20. [livejournal.com profile] autumn_whispers

On to the questions )

That was fun. Now I gotta think about some dinner. *nods* Btw, most comments I've ever had on one entry is 26, but that's including my replies... and that barely makes up for the strings of entries that pass without comment and leave the attention whore in me feeling emo. :P This is my 876th entry on lj.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Bees)
What Xanthia Means

X is for XXX

A is for Articulate

N is for Naughty

T is for Thoughtful

H is for Hardworking

I is for Insane

A is for Alert


Count Rugen

Which Princess Bride Character are You?
this quiz was made by mysti




A recent [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes post involving math and gamer geekery, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] palmer_kun and the like, means I will forever adore this post about a Burning Goat. Hee!

Also, sidenote of weirdness, perhaps as a disappointment on Supernatural not showing on Friday, and also overheatedness (I went to bed in many wrm layers and that probably gave my dreams a twisted turn), but I dreamed about them last night, too. I don't remember much, but in my dream Sam was left facing the ghost things alone, unarmed, because Dean was...doing something with Papa Winchester...but they showed up in the nick of time to help Sam. But Sam wouldn't talk to his dad, just grabbed some stuff out of the trunk and went back to face the ghosty creature and I sorta lost the plot after that. It was just weird watching Sam all angsty but also in charge.

I also dreamed about SGA a wee tiny bit, and, well, my spaceship. Yeah, Valerie. She showed up in my mind some weeks ago, and been prodding me to design her layout, and further discussions with Matt are hammering out technological things. And now I'm figuring out her crew. This is all sorts of fun, but it invaded my dreams, damnit, and that's just crazy-obsessive of my brain.

Fin.

LJDQ

Mar. 13th, 2007 08:00 am
xans: Xans ("Oh Snap!")
I don't usually play [livejournal.com profile] ljdq. I just read, laugh, and cheer every time I see [livejournal.com profile] peaseblossom03 get quoted. I saw last week's quiz, though, and, well, for whatever reason I had the guts to take a stab at it. At the very least I knew how to get quoted for question 6 (it totally worked, and got me a +1). But I--and [livejournal.com profile] blue_raven by proxy--got quoted on another question, so that's two quotes and a plus one, which is...grand.

Do I have it in me to play more LJDQ? Do I hope to be funny enough to get quoted ever again?

We'll see.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Inner Squint)
*giggles like a mad thing*

In AD 2005...
"All your feeding grounds are belong to us."

Oh, I love me some geekery liek whoa.

Fin.

Merf.

Feb. 7th, 2007 11:53 pm
xans: Xans (Doll)
So, since about...Christmas? Or slightly before mebbe, anyway, [livejournal.com profile] pandoras_evil_t & [livejournal.com profile] the_chief_80 have been slowly buying up each season of Stargate SG-1. They own up to Season 6 now. And we've been watching them, and enjoying them immensely. For whatever reason, though, our watching of Season 6 seems to have passed so much more quickly than previous seasons. Not sure how/why this is. Time is relative, I guess.

Anywho, watching some of the special features included "The Lowdown" which was the Sci-Fi channel special type thing that came out just before Season 7 started up. It was quite fun to watch. Ange and I both "oooh"ed when we saw Amanda Tapping has her bellybutton pierced. That is just all kinds of hotness.

Need to find myself a couple fic links I may have lost. Shit.

Ah, well.

Meow )

Wesley Crusher: [to Riker] What should I say? How do I act? What do I do?
Commander William T. Riker: Guinan, I need your help. Could you step over here a minute?
Guinan: Sounds simple enough.
Riker: [to Wesley] Now, first words out of your mouth are the most important. You may want to start with something like this.
[to Guinan]
Riker: You are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy...
[to Wesley]
Riker: But that might not work.
Guinan: Yes! Yes, it would.
Riker: [to Guinan] You don't know how long I've wanted to tell you that.
Guinan: But you were afraid.
Riker: Yes.
Guinan: Of me?
Riker: Of us. Of what we might become...
[Wesley tries to interrupt]
Riker: ...or that you might think that was a line.
Guinan: Maybe I do think it's a line.
Riker: Then you think I'm not sincere.
Guinan: I didn't say that. There's nothing wrong with a line. It's like a knock at the door.
Riker: Then you're inviting me in.
Guinan: I'm not sending you away.
Riker: That's more than I expected.
Guinan: Is it as much as you hoped?
Riker: To hope is to recognize the possibility; I had only dreams.
Guinan: Dreams can be dangerous.
Riker: Not these dreams. I dream of a galaxy where your eyes are the stars and the universe worships the night.
Guinan: Careful. Putting me on a pedestal so high, you may not be able to reach me.
Riker: Then I'll learn how to fly. You are the heart in my day and the soul in my night.
Wesley Crusher: [interrupting] I don't think this is my style.
Guinan: Shut up, kid!
[to Riker, saucily]
Guinan: Tell me more about my eyes.

Star Trek TNG, The Dauphin

Fin.

Specs

Jan. 31st, 2007 06:42 pm
xans: Xans (Jayne Sun)
Looking up weird random things like wtf is Jericho, and some way to figure out the general dimensions of both a Stargate and a Puddle Jumper, because my mind demands more specifics... and somehow stumble upon Firefly Life's Lessons. Shiny. If I can just have that poster for my bedroom wall, now...

Also, never thought it'd be possible to have too much cheese, but... too much cheese I did, indeed, have. Might have helped if I'd had some crackers or something, anything, to go with. I didn't think that far ahead, though. And...ugh. Too much cheese.

I should go hang out with Ange. Watch more Stargate. Help her get past any upsets and issues she's holding in.

Fin.

Quizzes...

Jan. 19th, 2007 05:48 pm
xans: Xans (Death's Teddy)
Okay, so, totally not going to get to sleep in anytime soon. Amarah wakes too early and she's not quiet. And once Savannah's up, well, damn, she sure as hell doesn't know how to be quiet and can't stop stomping around like gravity don't work. Amarah's been a little fussybritches, running hot and cold as to whether she'll let me pick her up or not. Maybe she resents somewhat that I'm often the one to put her down for sleep. *snerk*

Savannah, though, damn she needs to stop eating. Every five minutes it seems, she's got something else to eat and offering it to Amarah. And usually it's sugar stuff. Which, y'know, we really don't need to hype up the two-year old, and, while Savannah's a skinny little thing, she needs to quit with all the food. We have mealtimes for a reason. Little brat keeps talking back to us, too. And that is just not on.

Speaking of food...totally craving fish'n'chips liek whoa. Dunno if I'm gonna get some, though...

Your results:
You are Apocalypse
Apocalypse
77%
Poison Ivy
77%
Dr. Doom
76%
Magneto
75%
Mystique
75%
Catwoman
66%
Lex Luthor
63%
Mr. Freeze
61%
Venom
60%
Juggernaut
59%
The Joker
57%
Dark Phoenix
53%
Green Goblin
51%
Riddler
47%
Two-Face
47%
Kingpin
42%
You believe in survival of the fittest and you believe that you are the fittest.


Click here to take the "Which Super Villain are you?" quiz...



Spellsword
62% Combativeness, 46% Sneakiness, 82% Intellect, 41% Spirituality
Aggressive, but with the brains to back it up: You are a Spellsword!
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Spellswords combine arcane might with combat know-how. They're much tougher than mages, like to wear armor, and can cast spells through their weapons. They're very, very, good at doing lots of damage to a single target very quickly, and while not quite as tough as most fighters, are still pretty hard to kill.
You're both smart and aggressive, which means that you're probably pretty dangerous when pissed off. You also tend to be somewhat straightforward, which is nice, and don’t have much use for spirituality or mysticism.




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Fin.

Mmmph

Jan. 8th, 2007 07:33 pm
xans: Xans (Default)
Layout, icons, profile... all revamped. Like my hair. Hee!

Fin.
xans: Xans (Jayne)
C'mon f-list, do something interesting! *pouts*

F-list not active. Emails checked. Replies sent. Myspace messages and friends requests dealt with. Chat with old acquantance gone quiet.

*is boring and is bored*

There's nothing to dooooo *whines* and I don't wanna study...

*tries not to spam LJ*

Fin.
xans: Xans (Distressed Elf)
Went to a play-reading last night. That was interesting. Felt rather bad for Grant, 'cause it was his play...like, the first time it was being read by other people, and critiqued... I don't think I could do it, on the off chance I ever wrote a play. And then there was the... gah. It was really funny. Even if I hadn't been familiar with Fitz, Alex, and Enderby, I would have been laughing my arse off just the same.

I do understand that it does need to be cut, in order to fit into a certain length of time. And even that whole scenes could be dropped and others reduced. In some parts, it would improve the play, because good as it was, there were moments when my eyes were starting to glaze over. Still, it was awfully hard on Grant, having his baby poked and prodded and laid open like that.

And then there was this stupid, stupid thing... see, the whole point of the play is just that it's a comedy, something funny involving some of Grant's beloved characters from other media. But because it's a New Zealand play, it's like, they think there should be some deeper meaning/message/commentary that people are supposed to take away with them. Which is stupid. I like it best as merely a funny play, and sure it lightly touches on animal rights (two of the main characters are a bunny and a hedgehog, for gossakes), and politics (she runs for Prime Minister!*), but, ultimately, it's just a very funny play about a 2' tall evil cute pink bunny who not only makes ambitious plans but gets away with them. But of course that's just too simple for some idiotic literary snobbish pricks.

*This isn't particularly spoilery, since it happened in the comics which have been running for 13 years. In fact, many of the scenes and situations brought up in the play were familiar territory for anyone who's read Brunswick. But at the same time, it's a whole new media and story, like out of some parallel universe or something.

Anyway, I had a good time, and we went out for drinks after... ended up at the Sports Bar where Grant's flatmate's band Uncle Monkey... or was it Monkey's Uncle? Uncle Monkey. Anyway, they were performing. Quite good. They did this Cat Steven's song, and the guy singing sounded JUST like Cat Stevens. It was cool.

"We" being Grant, me, Amy that I met last Saturday, her cousin Daniel, and another friend of Grant's, Bret. It was interesting 'cause I discussed hair straightening with Daniel--he works at Whitcoull's, and he called them out when they said he could wear anything to work, even a dress, and he wears a dress to work... well, he's got quite curly hair and he's growing it out, but they won't let him wear the dress and also have long curly hair. So he's seeking advice concerning straightening his hair.

Bret is a big sci-fi fan, so I talked a lot about that with him, not to mention, he's seen Firefly and Serenity. We were laughing about some fandoms where we've never actually seen/read much of the original material, but through a sort of osmosis of being around fans, picked up a whole lot of information and such. Plus there was the sharing of stuff that I didn't know about, or he didn't know much about, that sort of thing.

Oh, I completely forgot to mention that I met Amy. Um, when I was over at Grant's on Saturday. We drank wine and ate cheese, and Amy came over for a bit. Nice girl, very Fitz-like. She's done some of the vocals for the animated version of Brunswick, including Fitz. After she'd left, I got to see Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time. Very amused. Much love for Tim Curry.

Yarr.

My Interests Collage! )
Create your own! Originally Written By [livejournal.com profile] ga_woo, Hosted and ReWritten by [livejournal.com profile] darkman424


Fin.
xans: Xans (Starved Broken Icon)
Yesterday was simply an utterly gorgeous day outside. Lovely bright blue skies, great big burning thing that shone ALL DAY... yeah, it was nice. Funny to see all the people outside, soaking it up.

Anyway, met up with Grant at about two. First we wandered into the art gallery, 'cause it's free and something simple to do. Plus, y'know, all the artwork to comment on. That didn't take up much time, though, so we headed out to the waterfront to enjoy the sunshine and just sat and talked for a while. It's nice 'cause he's got the quiet, soothing voice that makes me want to talk softly in reponse, and that we're sort of conspiring together about something that not everyone is fit to overhear.

It's so nice 'cause most guys who approach me are either half-drunk dunderheads, or strangely creepy people I can't wait to get away from. And he's neither. Very glad about that. I mean, when we talked on Friday, and he said he'd emailed this lady who'd published this book of comics and he said he felt like such a fanboy all happy-giddy when she emailed him back. He called himself a fanboy. How cool is that?!

It got a bit cold sitting on the waterfront, so we took a walk through the park, and then made our way to Fidel's on Cuba Street 'cause I felt like coffee. And cake. Chocolate cake with a bit of yogurt. Mmm. More talking while drinking, and then more wandering and such 'til he walked me back to the place I'm staying at.

It's really cool. I like that we could talk for three hours without boring each other. I like that I didn't end up dominating the conversation like usually happens when boys are chatting me up and asking question after question. I like that he's articulate and knows all sorts of interesting stuff, and really importantly, is so not creepy.

Seeing him again Sunday.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Crithit)
Well! Yesterday was one very long, very cool day.

Got woken up quite early by dad, only, well, it was earlier than necessary but what the hey. I took the time to eat breakfast, anyway. Who knew in the next few hours when I'd next get a decent meal. (Really late, is when...) Anyway, off to some place to grab the flowers, and then dad and Iain dropped me and the flowers off at Suzy's eldest daughter Carla's. The boys then went and did things like fuss over the arrangement of chairs in the church and all that.

As for me... I got to have my hair straigtened, and the ends trimmed even courtesy of Carla the hairstylist. Then Laura, the next oldest daughter, did my nails. It didn't take her very long because my nails are in fairly good condition. Hee. Oh, and through this all we sat around drinking sparkling WHITE wine. Spillage would not be a fiasco. And it wasn't. Anyway, there was a girl over, Hannah, to do make-up but it was easy enough to do my own. The end results were "stunning" according to witnesses.

About 11 or so, I slipped into my (black) dress, did up my (black) fur wrap with a green broach, and put on my (black) shoes...wearing my black and white knee high socks. 'Cause it looked awesome. And I wore the ruby necklace dad gave me for my 21st and a pair of dangly earings with garnets. And when dad finally saw me I asked, "Is this enough colour for you?" because, despite having agreed on the black dress and everything a whole YEAR ago, he wasn't able to visualise how the little bits of colour would be more than adequate in fitting with the theme of things.

So, in the whole whole party of attendants, everyone wore as such: Suzy, the bride, wore a red dress, had a white fur wrap (that she didn't wear down the aisle but was needed in the chilly breezes at the gardens taking pictures) and sparkly whatsit shoes. Dad wore a black tux (long tails at the back, very cool), a red tie.... cowboy hat and possibly cowboy boots. Iain wore a matching tux with a green tie. I stood slightly taller than him in my shoes, hee, and I've already described what I wore.

Carla, Laura, and Rachel--Suzy's girls--wore green dresses...Laura's style was identical to mine, while Rachel and Carla had identical dresses in a strapless style...white fur wraps with broaches like mine, and shoes the same style as mine but goldy/silver instead of black. Savannah, that's Laura's daughter, was in a red dress with a white fur jacket held with a red broach, and shoes in the same style and colour as the girls. She also carried a little bag holding Suzy's glasses and such. Carla's little boy Izayah was in a smart little tux (that he got dirty at the gardens, lol) and he carried the rings. Amarah, only 19 months, was the cutest little thing in her wee red dress and white fur coat.

So we were running a little late trying to get all ready to go to the gardens to take pictures before the wedding. And I was hoping and crossing my fingers that any and all rain would hold the fuck off because my hair, damnit, just got straightened! Anyway, off to the gardens we went.

Well it's a good thing we hit up the Japanese garden first, because it meant we were under shelter when a light rain fell. It stopped, and off to the Chinese garden we went. Yadayadayada...then to the Italian renaissance garden. Iain hadn't actually seen the Indian garden, so he took a wee peek before we hit the Italian garden. That was all well and good, but by then it was 12 something or other and we were hungry. The parentals were taking forever with some set of pictures, and we asked if we were needed or could we bugger off to get some food before the ceremony.

Last thing we needed was a chorus of rumbling tummies from the front of the church in the middle of the wedding. We didn't have time to stop anywhere on the way, but we snuck some food off the afternoon tea tables before we had to go in. And thus...

Music played, everyone stands...the visiting pastor from Suzy's church walked in first, then Iain and me together, followed by Savannah and Izayah, then Carla holding Amarah, followed by Laura, and lastly Rachel. Full minute of music before Dad and Suzy made their entrance together. I think mostly I was interested in the reaction of Eileen when we finally got to the end, 'cause she hadn't seen me all prettied up and was definitely impressed. Big crowd--140-170 or something like that, and there was maybe a handful that I knew so getting reactions from them were the most important. Hee.

The ceremony was good. Enough light moments and not too heavy on the word of God and such... 'cause, nothing against God and all that, but my eyes would have glazed over if one went to far with it. There was this funny story of 'Elain and Roger' while the registry was being signed... Dad and Suzy with Laura and Iain as witnesses--funnily enough both those children are the left handed ones--using MY pen. Hee.

And finally it was all over, and Dad and Suzy...danced down the aisle. It was cool 'cause most the people weren't expecting it. They were surprised, amused, and it brought on applause so hey. Then we followed, stood in a greeting line that took forever... grace was said, the cake cut, and we all dug into the food. Wandered around a fair amount, thankfully no one stood on the back of my dress (a hazard, since it drags on the ground and it happened often enough at the resident's ball last year).

More pictures were taken, including one of me alone showing off my striped stockings. Someone was saying, it was funny when they took the picture of all of us at the alter or whatsit, 'cause we happen to be in very Christmasy colours (it's the middle of winter; it works!) and they even had elf socks thanks to me. Hehe.

I had a headache by the end of it all. Not enough to drink, too much sugar in my system, and I hadn't been wearing my glasses all day. Definitely tired and the headache just made it worse. And then... it was over.

Loaded wedding presents into Rachel's car, she dropped us and the presents off at Dad's while she and Laura and Savannah went home... for all of five minutes Iain and I made an attempt at catalogging what they got and from whom, but it got boring... I did go through all the cards and such, 'cause one thing Suzy and Dad asked for was Farmers vouchers so's they can buy a new fridge. I mean, seriously, they've already got two functional households and don't need a lot of the traditional wedding gifts. Anyway, I added it up... $1040 in Farmers vouchers, $90 in Briscoes, $10 Green Gardens, as well as $105 in cash. PLUS a shit load of other gifts. When I texted that to dad they were speechless... utterly overwhelmed at people's generousity.

And at the end of all this, I ended up going to visit my mate Gino, and we all got indian for tea (chicken tikka masala, mmmm) and went back to watch Extras and some other funny shit. I, apparently, do not exist because I found these GI Joe fake clips funny where most girls think they're just stupid. No, definitely funny. This other girl Evelyn thought so too, but we musn't be true girls or something. Possibly a compliment, or just too good to be true for these poor, sad lads. And Gino confirmed I'm a total geek for having a stick of RAM on a keyring. (I thank [livejournal.com profile] shiseiji for getting me that...)

And by midnight I was asleep.

Fin.
xans: Xans (Hand)
Purina Diet

I have a Golden retriever. I was buying a large bag of Purina at Wal-Mart and was in line to check out.

A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. On impulse, I told her that no, I was starting The Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.

I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry & that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.

I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a guy who was behind her.

Horrified, she asked if I'd ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned. I told her no; it was because I'd been sitting in the street licking my balls and a car hit me.

I thought one guy was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard as he staggered out the door.
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*is easily amused*

For some reason I seem to like making a typo so that I spell my name JHana or HJana. Which... is weird, somewhat amusing, and I try not to read into just what my subconscious could be trying to tell me. I think it just likes making me type weird shit.

Is it just me or is everything lagging today? It's probably just me. Eh, bien. How's your day?

Fin.

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