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I caught myself staring at the bouncing elephant on a trampoline icon again. It's just so damned...hypnotic. I keep expecting it to jump higher, or maybe for the trampoline to finally break under it... or I get caught up in seeing how its trunk lifts and falls as well, but I can't see its tail doing the same. Weirdness.

It's my birthday in a couple months and once again, I'm not excited. I know pandoras_evil_t would love for me to come up and we'd do something to celebrate, but, really... I don't like celebrating my birthday. I mean, presents are nice, and all, but really I'd much prefer being able to buy for myself whatever it is I desire, not hoping for someone to pick up on my birthday wishes. And, yeah, okay, someone baking me a cake would be nice but it's not necessary.

I just... I mean, what's the point? Only a handful of people really care I'm getting older, and, yeah, there's just... no motivation to be all jubilant about yet another birthday. Meh.

Fin.

*pouts* No Supernatural tonight. Le sad.

I tried making a curry for dinner. It's edible, but I've had better. Ah, well.

Fin.

Not to, uh, whine or anything (except I totally am, 'cause I'm such a prima donna), but, y'know, if I actually got some prompts for the Five Things Meme I decided to do again... well it would be really fucking appreciated!!!!

Y'know, if it's not too much trouble.

Fin.

I wish I could sleep better, but Savannah the Bratsome people just don't know how to be fucking quiet. And dadother people slam the bloody door because they can't figure out the lock. *shakes head* I will rest better in my own bed back at Dad's.

In other news, there's a bag of Carla's old clothing in the back of her car, that us girls went through... I scored about six or so decent pairs of pants, and some more hoodies and a couple tops. I... don't think I needa go shopping for clothes any time soon.

And, now, time for the sheepage...

Meme 1
Reply to this post, and I will tell you my favorite icon of yours. Then post this to your own journal using your own favorite icon.

(My icon? Well, mebbe you know what that's all about)

Meme 2
Comment here and I'll tell you one thing that I like about you. Then go post it in your LJ and return the sentiment.

Fin.

Edit: Don't forget the meme I posted yesterday as well, f-list! Only macjinx has done it, and I'd like more answers and such, if, y'know, it's not TOO MUCH TROUBLE. :P

Augh! As if I don't have enough issues with hayfever, our darling cat Pearl had to have a sudden attack of cuddly cuteness of doom...and now I'm fucking covered in cat fur that insists on rising up to tickle my nose as if it weren't already being fucked with. Gah. I mean, I love that cat, she's an absolute darling, and it was probably just a thank-you for the fish I shared with her at dinner, but still. Not impressed.

Dinner, being Thursday night, was supposed to be cooked by me. But, well, Dad and I got held up at work--Jack and Caleb had gone up to Auckland to get more tree stands, and they got held up with a flat tire on their way back. So we were around 'til about 7 since Alice wouldn't really be able to handle any customers come to pick trees today. But she nicely shouted us the $$ to buy fish'n'chips for dinner, since otherwise it would have been very late before dinner got cooked. I did, in fact, cook a quiche, which I haven't done since I was, like, twelve... and we'll eat it for dinner tomorrow.

Last Tuesday I spent the night at Ange's. It was fun. We had dinner, and pigged out on junk food, and watched Stargate. 'Cause I'm le geek. And then yesterday she kindly shouted me and Jas'n frappacino whatsits at McCafe and we sat and talked. And we helped her spend more money on food. I went home for a while,a nd then came back in the evening to share dessert and watch some Star Trek Borg episodes and Shaun of the Dead. And then she kicked me and Jas'n out so she could go and have (loud) sex with Damian. *snerk*

I took the Seduction Quiz, but before I could post my results the computer died on me. Again. Fucker. Gah. So now I'm retaking it to get the proper result again. I was very amused with it.


I need to get laid.

Fin.

Yeargh.

I feel like a very boring person at the moment. Nothing particularly noteworthy to say. There's studying, there's reading, there's TV, there's Grant, there's good weather and shitty weather... there's looming PMS, I think. There's a decent email for Matt to be written, but the right words elude me.

I needwant a new fic obsession. And a pony.

Fin.

It's so fucking cold at night. Even though most of me is wrapped up nice and warm in bed, I always end up with a cold face because I gotta breathe, y'know? Well this morning after breakfast I was getting ready to brush my teeth when I looked in the mirror and saw some 'food' on my bottom lip. I go to wipe it off, only it doesn't disappear. Closer inspection and I realise... it's not food. It's dried blood. It's so fucking cold at night that my lips bloody cracked and bled!

And as I was making my way to the library today, it started to rain, but then the rain started to hurt... fucking hail! It's cold. *shivers*

Fin.

Edit to add:





Find your Celestial Choir

Oh, and did I mention, my method of being woken up this morning was Truffles sticking his tongue up my right nostril?

Those big brown cute chihauhua eyes don't fool me. Bastard.

Fin.

Note to self: don't put leftovers in the far back of the fridge; they'll freeze.

Also, I fail at making a Rabbit Hole day entry. It just didn't want to finish itself and I got tired. Le sigh.

Fin.

It's overcast right now. The ground is wet, but it hasn't really been raining. Not anything torrential, at any rate. The weather lately has been pleasant. Sunny. Warm. I get up in the morning and open my windows to let in a breeze. Get distracted in the evenings and come home to a chilly room because I was online 'til late and handn't closed the windows and curtains. Oops. It's invariably warm in the computer labs, even with the fans going. So glad they installed those in the last month.
I hate my period for starting at such a time that my favourite pair of shorts were out of comission for a while. I hate that my sandals are all synthetic materials, so unlike leather sandals, they never break in, and leave me with sores on my feet from rubbing the skin wrong. I hate my closed shoes for giving me athlete's foot so I have to deal with that. It's a pleasure to walk around in shorts and bare feet. Except late at night when my feet are colder and more sensitive, so even slightly rough ground is uncomfortable. The old fear of slugs keeps me off the grass--even though there's nothing here like the ones back in WA. *shudders*
I'm just a little depressed right now. A little low. I feel like the other girls don't like me. I don't fit in. I wonder how much they realise I don't fit in. It's painful because they don't understand me, and they don't try to. They've got their cliques and close friendships. We can talk, but we're not friends. I miss having friends to do things with. Even if it's just watching movies. And playing the colours game. (They won't even try to learn the colours game--even though Annalise belches all the time) Playing Scum or Blewme (Bloomie? Solitaire Showdown. I saw someone playing that on MSN recently and missed our games).
I almost hate it when mum tells me what's been going on back home. Ha... home. But hearing about her and Gary and the cats, even the bloody insufferable racoons, it makes me miss it. I don't want to go back. I want to visit, but I don't want to go back. But I miss my friends and all that, too.
I need to remember to ask mum to get me some more knee high striped socks for Christmas. My red and white ones have got holes in the heels now. Sad.
Another reason I'd love to visit...

Last night I was chatting with Matt. Or rather, role-playing. It was rather spur of the moment. It was going by his idea of the chocaholic Myrdraal, and I was playing off of that. Already I've been trying to think of what my character looks like, where she must be from, and where she's been that she knows what she knows. I will have to further question Matt about any limitations as to what my character can do/be/know. Trying to refrain of Sue-dom. But it was very Wheel of Time. And so much fun. Especially when I began separating my thoughts from my character's thoughts.
Her name's Andra Liernan. I haven't figured her age. From clues from Matt, she must be rather attractive--after all, the two innkeeper's sons were both chasing after her mighty quick (and he was making pointed references to THEIR good looks and muscles, etc. oh, the drama!). Somehow she's made friends with a Myrdraal, her hidden protecter--who works for chocolate. Whee! In my mind I see her as someone with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Not pale, more olive skinned. On the shorter end of tall. Not dressed flamboyantly, but has wealth and probably appears to be maybe upper merchant class, or hell, she could possibly pass for low-ranking nobility.
We started out in Tel'aran'rhiod, the World of Dreams. So, with a bit of deft manipulation of said world, she carries a fair amound of wealth, as well as chocolate, and "necessities" which I left unspecified. At least one spare dress. :P And an overcoat. That's all I've got so far. Haven't thought of whether she has any other weapons beyond a knife. I haven't even decided if she has any weapon proficiency. I'll probably ask Matt if we're hammering out more stats and such.
It was fun to play and have backstory ideas come to me randomly. She started out as nothing. A nameless woman of unknowns. And they just began forming. It was great! And then, the honour of honours in my books: Matt asked if, whenever I visit in the States, we can play a WoT campaign with Andra and Derun'shael (a.k.a. the Stricken One a.k.a. Daryn) being NPCs. And that? That would be brilliant. I would love so much for the other players to meet these two... and then afterwards learn of their origins.

Fin.