fantasticmuse

Sad to say, I trashed firefox and downloaded opera. Tragic, I know, but at least now I have a browser that my computer doesn't reject viciously every other day.

...which is to say, I can post in LJ more often, now.


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Here are the things I know, just in case you were wondering.

-dien will be visiting, starting wednesday. I'm trying to arrange snow for her, but my roommate keeps trying to smother me in my sleep when I mention it.

- Mom had a birthday, I got to send her flowers at work and be obnoxious about it. I've kinda always wanted to do that.

-I went as Nellie Lovett for Halloween. Bloody apron, meat pies with fingers and all. I'm awesome.

-Election tomorrow. Consider this a warning: if you can read this, are a US citizen and over eighteen, you'd best be voting tomorrow.

I do not care who you vote for (well, I do, but I'm not trying to pressure you into voting my way) but you damn well better vote. Abstaining is not an acceptable form of protest-- many people are running for president, find one you can vote for or write someone in. Voting buys you the right to complain.

That's all.

Well hello there.

Let me give you a clue as to what's happening in my life. Some of you may know most of this.



-having had The Boy living on my couch for three weeks, I now have him safely settled into his new apartment. Which is much nicer than mine.

-the futon was empty for precisely one night, after which stanielson laid claim to it, as she has job interviews here this week.

-she's, uh, going to be moving in with me at a new apartment when this lease is up in October. And that is because...

-current!roommate is likely moving to antarctica. Yes, antarctica. Yes. Antarctica.

-I am pleased as punch about that fact, actually. I love it when my friends have adventures.



So mostly I'm apartment hunting. Also? My boss left us.

Life has been, how do you say? Crazy. Yes.







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So, as it is, I would kill for some gleeful, squeeful joy. Tell me something that makes your heart burst from love of it.

I'm trying to get The Boy to credit me as "Awesome" in the movie he and the Amazing Jonathan are submitting to the festival.


All in favor, raise your hands!












(For those of you keeping track at home, I ghostwrote the script, played assistant director, helped with costuming and makeup, did one voice over appearance and generally pestered them about editing and direction. Also I fought with The Boy, and ganged up on the Amazing Jonathan with him when he got crazy ideas into his head, both things that are VERY necessary.)

Saw this on friendsfriends and felt compelled to do it.


( ten comments, ten people, some RL and some online. chances are you won't know which is which )

The bad: I am actually sick, my throat is raw and my chest is tight. Also, I can't focus enough to write, and that makes me sad.

The good: As of about 11 this morning, I am done with this week. And tomorrow we're having a girly slumber party complete with champagne and homemade cookies. Rock.


So, how's everyone? Tell me something new. :)

...have been kidnapped by thiran and captaincooze.


Pray for me as we venture to Morris to prove that captaincooze actually has a home and isn't just living in a box somewhere, or the library at the college.

Also- I read V for Vendetta this morning. So. Much. Love.


Bye!

I love danachan and so should you.

So last night I went to the theater afterhours.

With my boys.

They made up a game in the lobby where they used broomhandles as bats and wet rags as baseballs. Yeah.

Then Brenden showed up with the equipment to play video games on the big screen. Except they didn't.


As Beau put it:


"20,000 dollars worth of equipment here and we're hitting rags with sticks. Fuck you 21st century!"




Yeah. That was my night.

Marriage is love.

I've always felt a little sorry for the day after Valentine's.


I like watching romances. I'm not too good at them myself, although I try. But that doesn't really upset me, because I like watching people being in love.

Take last night, for instance. There was a formal dance- lots of fun, great dj, it was awesome. But one of my friends, who we shall call L, didn't go. Why, you ask? Well, he has been getting close to another of our friends named...A. She works in the dorm and had to stay in last night, she was working. So L decided not to go, ordered a crapload of pizza and they watched scary movies snuggled together in the same over-sized armchair.

I nearly died from the cute. I love romance.


Also- the couple that got married in San Fransisco, the one that had been together for 50 some years? Holy shit. If anyone deserves to get married, it's them. I cried when I saw the pictures of them, it's just so... romantic. And wonderful. And fuck you, Mr. Bush. The two women kissing in that picture I saw; kissing after they said their wedding vows are just as much in love as L and A, cuddling together on Valentine's Day. They deserve just as much happiness.

But there is power in love. I truly believe that. So today I'm going to tell everyone who is important to me I love them. The day after Valentine's seems like a good place to start.

My darling, dearest friend Gabriel just called me. The conversation went like this:

Phone: *rings*

Me: Hello?

Gabe: You're going to die in seven days.

Me: Funny, Gabe. What's up?

Gabe: Guess what we're doing in 45 minutes?

Me: ...

Gabe: Watching Return of the King. (at this point I can HEAR him smirking)

Me: SALJKSDFHLAKDJH!


At this point my brother gets on the phone.

The Boy: Hi! =D =D

Me: I hate you.

The Boy: =D Guess what?

Me: *growl*

The Boy: You know how Return of the King is a long movie? And I have school tomorrow?

Me: Yeah...

The Boy: Well it's snowing out. School is two hours late tomorrow.

Me: ADJKHG:UIOSDGHOIGHSDHKKHJ! I hate you.