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Dear

_xanthia,

I ______ you. You have a nice ______. You make me _______. You should ______. Someday I will ______. You + me = ______. If I saw you now I'd ______. I want to ______ you. I would build a ______ just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be ______. We could ______ under the stars. I want you to ______! The sex position I would most likely want to try out with you is ______.

(P.S. ______.)

Mmm, yesterday, after my insomnia got me up at four-something in the morning, well, I decided that just after seven would be a grand time to talk that walk listening to happy upbeat music. So, into the CD player went Eve 6, and off I went in time to miss Calum and Michaela getting up (how/why those children never sleep in is beyond my ken). I decided to alter my route a wee bit as well, for variety's sake. This is an idea that could have gone really bad really fast...

I'm walking down a street when out of the corner of my eye I see two rottweiler's trotting up to say hello. Now, I'm not the slightest bit afraid of dogs, and even though I hadn't even seen them 'til they were nearly on me, I didn't freak. It was just the way they approached me was that of excitement, like, "OOH! Someone to play with us!" rather than bounding at me barking furiously and deciding they wanted to try human. Still, two puppy-like rotties each weighing probably half as much as I do or more, who never learned not to jump on people?

They were also completely oblivious to my commands to go home, and wouldn't leave me be. They either walked deliberately in my path to slow me down to jump at me, and were under the impression I had treats in my pockets along with my cold hands. So, darlings that they were, I didn't really want them following me my entire walk, and I couldn't just leave two rotties wandering around, y'know?

So I walked towards the houses in the direction they'd come from, hoping at least one of the neighbors would know who the dogs belong to. Fortunately, I picked a house where the young couple and their kids were already awake and up, so I didn't disturb them on that count. I still apologised as I asked if they knew who might own them, and also, if they didn't, call someone to pick the dogs up. The guy stayed outside with me and the dogs to keep them wandering far or scaring his kids while his wife called the pound--but seven something on a Sunday morning? Pound was closed. So a few more calls later, and eventually the dogs were picked up by the MPs (military police. Oh the joys of living in a military camp. It's not that bad at all, actually...). I hope they found the owners and stuff, 'cause the dogs were nice, if, y'know, playful and adoring.

A few links, thanks to my f-list and my explorations:

YouTube video: Duckling feeding Koi

Not Fanfic: A Tale of Two Hearts -A sequel, of sorts, by Peter S. Beagle, of The Last Unicorn. Does anyone but me remember the movie? Read the book?

It's possible I got a wee bit carried away, and it's Atlantis-centric fic, although, yes, some from other fandoms. And crossovers. And AUs. All sorts. It's also very random, as I followed my thoughts and memories rather than any sort of order. Err... yeah. So.

( Spare you these fanfic links (SG-1, SGA, SPN, some more acronyms and some crossovers) )

Fin.

Current Mood: cold
Current Music: I gotta pee. :P

I don't remember Palmy being this warm EVER. Not that I'm complaining, apart from the fact I am currently drenched in sweat for having the bright idea to wear a black long sleeved top because it was looking to be overcast this morning. I really should look into actual weather reports as well as what the eye sees.

Feeling v. unfit as I must cycle about 9kms to and from uni each day. Up and down hills, with and without winds that can have me slowed down to a crawl. There are occasions where I can walk faster.

Saw Craig when I was in Wellington on Sunday. That was grand, as I haven't seen him (or any of the rest of the Rowena's crowd) since either May or June of last year. It happened to be his last day in Welly, too, before he gets back to the whole travelling around thingy. I'd sort of been hoping I'd run into someone I knew in town, but didn't have high hopes given it was Sunday and I wasn't around all day.

Anyway, thought I should mention I'm still alive, and, back in Palmerston North.

Fin.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: So sore some days

There was this billboard for Waikato draft, the one by the Wharehouse in Hilcrest, and it was really strange when I took a moment to actually read it. One side says: "Honking the horn," and in smaller text, "Our courting." It took me a little thinking to get it, but, sadly, it is true. I go for walks often, and, particularly when I'm dressed nice, but even when I'm not, there is many a time when I get honked at by some passing car. Because our boys don't seem to have ever seen women before, or something.

Anyway, I just got emailed this in a fwd from my mum:

*snicker* Good beer, that.

Fin.

Current Mood: amused
Current Music: la la lala

Okay, so that movie is out today. Down here. But I will probably wait 'til Tuesday to see it. But it shall be awesome if I can. 'Specially after what

diea told me. Hehehehehe.

Anyway, yesterday I was at the library in the morning, but it was just so sunny and nice that I had to talk a walk along the waterfront and stuff...but later in the afternoon, I did go back to the library and I happened to settle down on the same couch I'd been sitting on in the morning, although with a different book. Well, this guy approaches me and felt the need to come up and say 'hi, couldn't help but notice you're in the same spot now that I saw you in four hours ago have you been here this whole time?' and it was just kinda weird, but funny, and he wasn't creepy.

I got kind of distracted at one point, 'cause I happened to look over and see, of all people, this girl from Palmy that used to make me think of

mikazuki. I mean, they don't even look alike, and the girl I'm pretty sure is English, but for some reason last year she used to give me Cori-vibes. Ehhh. I was surprised to see her, but couldn't say anything 'cause this other guy Grant was talking to me.

Also, when I was out on my walk along the waterfront, I got a bit of a fright when I felt the shockwave and then heard the bang of a cannon. Well, up on this bluff they were doing 21 guns for the signing of the Governer-General or somesuch. Didn't know it was going to happen but was kinda cool to see and really fun to feel the shock of each shot.

Glenn, the guy who looks after the place I'm staying at, said to me that if I washed this huge pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen, he and Grant (not the same Grant from the library) would make me a chocolate cake. He was saying it kind of in jest, but I said, "All right, you're on," and washed all those dishes. But it turns out, the cake is not made, but still in it's box. He gives me the box of cake mix and three eggs.

...okay, slight problem where there's no cake tin and I also need a measuring cup... so off to the supermarket I go with intent to buy a disposable cake tin, but they didn't have on and a non-stick thing was only $5. I also got some chocolate chips and some chilli powder, for added fun. If you've never tried it, do, because chocolate and chilli actually make a delicious combination.

So I mix up the cake and everything. It's Betty Crocker Devil's Food and on the box it says there's ready made frosting, right? But... there was no frosting. Fuckers. I'm going to call them about it, too, 'cause it's all over the box that there should be. I ended up melting some more chocolate chips and spreading that on top of the cake instead, but damnit, there should have been frosting.

Well, since Glenn and Grant did not, in fact, make me the chocolate cake, I have every intention of teasing Glenn about it... like, sit there eating some and say, "MMmm, this cake's delicious, Glenn. Oh, you want some? But you didn't make it! Oh no, that'll be a bourbon and coke for each slice, thanks." :P I'll make him pay, anyway, 'cause I know he wants some.

Hee.

Fin.

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: can I have another... piece of chocolate cake? :P

Last night...

Last night was totally random. Really fun, but definitely random. *giggles* I got offline rather early, it wasn't even 10 o'clock, and went back to my room. Had a bit of a craving, so I made myself a coffee--and nearly gave myself a fright that my milk was already past its due date when it isn't--and settled down to begin rereading Chamber of Secrets. Did you know I've only read it once before? Yeah, it and PoA... and HBP, but that one's recent enough it's okay I've only read it once.
Anyway, was reading, then at about 10:30 I got a bit antsy, so I decided to take a late night stroll. As I was finishing my circuit, I came across Shan, Rodolfo, and several of their foreign friends all walking, and drinking--they were going to a party up on the hill on the other side of campus, at Atawhai. And I went, "What the hell, why not?" and joined them upon their invitation. And started helping Shan finish his bottle of homemade vodka he bought from some guy very cheaply.
I am sooooooooooooo glad I don't live in Atawhai. Their steps are so much worse than ours. I felt so unfit after getting to the top, though for a while there it seemed like they would never end. Then it was just a case of follow the noise to find the party.
It was cool. They were doing some face painting of maori tattoo designs and stuff. One of these German girls picked out a moko design, and it ended up looking like a goatee--a rather Bulgarian goatee. Wanna know the funniest part? I picked the same design but had Shan paint me instead of the dude who painted her, and it looked much, much different. (and not like a bloody goatee) And better.
I did not, in fact, get drunk. But even then, I was trying to tell Rodolfo that Shan painted me, only I accidentally said 'she' instead of 'he'. Rodolfo was in fits--he's such a lightweight, btw--and Shan was like, "Did you have to say that in front of him? Call me she if you want, but not in front of him!" But then, Shan did get his revenge later in the night on our way home, after Rodolfo had answered a call to nature and said he was done, Shan said (rather quietly I might add), "Good girl."
Haha, some of my conversation topics included

macjinx and

dragonrider7 because I was talking to a lot of German people. There was one Swiss-German guy as well. But yeah, a little bit about "my friend from Finland" (It's Europe, it's a funny language :P, it's one of my motivations to visit there) and "my friend who's an Au Pair in Germany" as well as a little bit about the German exchange students we had at KSS. *laughs* It was good fun though.
They had some starburst lollipops, and it was kinda funny nursing a beer and eating one of those too. And one point one of Shan's German friends tried to take my lollipop for some reason, but was placated when I handed him an unopened one that I'd had in my pocket. When Shan, Rodolfo and I were walking back to our halls at about two, Shan asked if anyone had a lollipop, and I held up a second one that had been in my pocket--but Shan was too slow and Rodolfo ran off with it.
Heh, I'm glad I didn't have Annalise's night. She had one of the kittens in her room for the night, and for the first three hours it kept waking her up with its meowing. Then she had the kitten on her bed, but it started running around everywhere. It just wouldn't shut up and go to sleep. *shakes head* Some of my worst nights of sleep have been when I've let our new puppy or kitten stay in my room for the night.
I'm going home on Monday night!

Fin.

Current Mood: optimistic
Current Music: something good

To spellcheck:

'Chittering' is so a word. Leave me to take artistic liberties in peace. But otherwise, keep up the good work.

Sincerly yours,
Another fucking writer

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To the boy who threw a chocolate bar at me as he drove past:

Thanks, mate! The chocolate was nice, if broken by the fall. The girls were envious. I've never had boys throw anything at me when they drive past, all admiring-like. Does this mean I should take more evening strolls wearing a dress?

Gratefully yours,
Chocolate Fiend in a Dress

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To the spider who picked the wrong room to invade:

You're not as big as the spiders that tried invading my parents' house last autumn. Yet you still served to reconfirm my arachniphobia. You're black, largish, and too near my bed. That's why you had to die.

My condolences,
Your Executioner

P.S. To the cockroach who got away: your thorax is mine if I ever find you.

P.P.S. Don't you ants get comfortable. And stay away from my honey!

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To the hot water tap:

Work properly damn you. I need to do my dishes before the ants find them.

Impatiently yours,
One of the less messy inhabitants

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Dearest Father:

Your text said 9. I missed SVU to talk with you, but you didn't show. I refuse to skip the last ep. of Numb3rs for anything. I'll get back to you later.

Reproachfully yours,
Your daughter

P.S. Your texts in all caps leave me with the feeling I'm being shouted at, even when you're not.

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Yo, ~~Army Boy~~ Adam

No, I am not Came the French girl. I am Hana the wet t-shirt contest girl. Her hair wais black, and she went back to Frog-a-go-go land three months ago.

No flashing for you,
Not-Came

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Dear Hana's Brain:

You let me dream about sexing up Viggo Mortensen? THANK YOU! Was it as good for you as it was for me?

Love from,
Hana's Body

P.S. V. nice of you to let

macjinx to sex Viggo up too.

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TO ALL MY FRIENDS:

I love you. Consider this a geneneral expression of my contnuing affection and loyalty. More specific reinforcements of this sentiment may ensue. Letting you know, in case I haven't said anything lately and you were wondering. Even if you weren't. If I have done anything to make you feel neglected or unappreciated, I hereby apologise.

Much, much love,
Hana

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I was talking to

diea last night, discussing phobias. Agoraphobia came up. And thus we began talking about space and how there's just so much of it. And she asked, "Which is worse? That the universe may go on for ever and ever without end, or that there is an end to it all out there somewhere?"
Immediately an image came to my mind of someone in an EVA suit, poking at the edge of the universe. I laughed. Another thought ocurred to me, so I said, "Hahahaha, wouldn't it be funny though, if we got to the end of the universe and it was patched up with duct tape?" After all, duct tape, like the force, has a light side, dark side, and binds the universe together. She laughed too, before replying that that, in turns, begs the question of just who put the duct tape there.
Come on. It's the end of the universe! There's going to be grafitti. There'll be these alien glyphs, and they won't translate to something ideal like, "You're not alone." Oh no. It will say something like, "Mike wuz here." It won't just end there, though. There'll be some more glyphs that have an arrow pointing to that and say, "Mike iz a faggot." But then it's like, Mike came back to check it out: "Wtf is this? I wuz here but not as a faggot. I'm trying to make a statement here!!!!1"*

Heh, when I told that to Matt last night, he was amused as well. And then he started telling me about just about every single joke and fun thing about Fallout 2. Which, well, I don't own and have never played. But I would apparently enjoy because the humour appeals to me. Not to mention all the Star Wars references. Hee.
One of the Bindaloe Boys shaved his head for Canteen. Donald. Heh, the others call him Donza. *shakes head* Remember when I had that big crush on Giles? Good thing it's dead or I'd probably be hating Kate. I think she's got... something... going on with him. Liz thinks Kate's hot. I wouldn't say Kate's hot. I wouldn't say she's hideous or anything, she's just not my definition of a hot woman. (Although, in general, the handful of women I actually find hot do have dark hair. But Kate doesn't do it for me.)
So there's all this maintainence going on our hall. They're repainting and everything. It makes me laugh 'cause we're an all girls' hall and we have the painters in. None of the other girls get that though, so I don't say anything about it to them. Georgia is an unknown in Kiwi-a-go-go land. In fact, until I mentioned it to Liz, using "having the painters in" as a euphemism for the menses isn't something she'd heard before. *laughs* I have the painters in right now. And we're getting painted. Oh I kill me.
Still. The other day I was reading Soul Music. I love Disc novels. But omg, I could have done a headdesk when I got one of the jokes. It wasn't so much that I'd not caught the joke before. It's that it took me hours later, as I lay down getting ready to sleep, that it suddenly hit me. Imp y Celyn. He changes is name to Buddy. 'y Celyn' is supposed to mean Holly. Buddy Holly. *hits head repeatedly on desk* I felt so dumb for not catching that on the spot.

galindaupland is doing a hate meme if you feel like ranting anonymously. Okay I think that's all for now. *goes off to read a Cate-fic*

Fin.

*Joke shamelessly borrowed from Dane Cook. But it wuz perfect.

Edit: Some chick on the bus into town had a box with a baby bird in it. It was funny because it was hungry and had its mouth wide open for food as it twittered and stuff... and when the girl finally got off, I heard these two women up front discussing their surpise 'cause they hadn't been able to figure out where the cheeping came from before they saw the girl with the box.

Edit II: Fuck it. ( Quiz result )

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: Dane Cook - "Speak 'N Spell"

So on our way to Chris', Hen and I saw this van driving in the shoulder of the highway. Didn't know why. It was an ugly van. It was fugly. Expected to see a hippie driving it (it was that old). Instead, it was this hot guy. I think we made his day with having our looks of scorn go to shock that he was so hot.
We also so a truck with a lawnmower, which was kind of tame, especially after we saw a truck with a barbeque. The lid of the barbeque was loose, and it looked like it was talking. If we were stoned, it would have told us to kill.
I love the Blue Collar Comedy Tour. I love Snatch. I love Y tu Mama Tambien. I love Equilibrium. I love Spidey-Man. But man that futon was uncomfotable. Brie's gonna kill me tomorrow.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow.

Fin.

Current Mood: grateful
Current Music: Kablamo