HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!
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tabular_rasaSo it is my birthday. I am now 20 years old. I AM SO OLD ZOMG I SMELL LIKE CABBAGE.
I crossed over into the actual day in quite a nice manner, actually; I was online, talking to Henry, Joe, Peter, Rick, and my HP roleplay community. I listened to "What Is A Youth?" from the 1968 Romeo and Juliet (I'm so sentimental, lol) on my ipod and made sure to be writing in part of my book as the clock changed over midnight. Shortly after, Keith called to wish me Happy Birthday, and Lisa called about 20 minutes later, since she was going to wait until her midnight and then realized that I was on a time zone ahead of her :-P
This morning I woke up at about 9:15, and came downstairs to birthday greetings from my mother. She said the plane ticket to get me to Mori no Ike was most of my birthday present (airlines are bitches and charged us like $500 for a stupid two-hour trip-- that's like half the pay I make working there, so Mom is helping me out so I actually get something monetary out of this to like pay taxes on and such, lol . . . ), but I really got "vanilla birthday cake" shampoo/shower gel/bubble bath and a perfume called "Amazing Grace" that appears so far to actually mesh with my distinctly unmesh-able natural smell (me+body sprays from 8th grade=vomit) from Sephora. (Michellane would be proud, lol :-P).
Then at 10:20, when I was actually born, I was exercising before my shower.
Today is probably going to be: Going to the grocery store with Mom and picking up some stuff I need for camp (and probably with my own money, lol)-- toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, (all this stuff I used up the last of at school so I didn't have to carry it home, and have been either using travel materials or mooching off of Tory and Neil since I have gotten home, lol . . . ). Also, I need to order contacts. Then Neil has a band concert in the evening.
. . . it is supposed to storm, though, woot!
Also, I am going to try to get ahold of Jessica, again.
Some amusing stories from yesterday:
We have a random Easter basket sitting on our floor. It is not full of anything. It is just sitting there. However, it contains a centipede.
He hasn't done much. For about six hours yesterday, he even stayed in the same position. However, he has moved twice, so I know he is not dead.
The differences between a centipede and a millipede should be noted: one tends to be lighter, striped, and with long, inconsistent, spidery legs, and one tends to be a long thick dark brown line with a multitude of uniform legs. I have met millipedes of all sizes, from the tiny little roly-poly like ones we find on the basement floor at the lake that just aren't even a bother, to the like foot-long one Lisa's sister Dana keeps in a tank in her room (which honestly disgusts me the least, because he can't really sneak up on you and get stepped on, now, can he?). They tend to be a sort of middle size, though-- about an inch long, perhaps. We encountered them in the garden this weekend while planting flowers (they kept trying to crawl under Tory's feet!). The guys had a problem in their suite (ahh, the first floor-- Lisa and I just had ants, in the winter) with ones of these size; they apparently kept showing up right where Keith wanted to be at the time in the bathroom.
Centipedes and I have more of a history, however. I first encountered one on our (main floor, go figure) bathroom wall when I was probably about four years old. Every one of these seems to be about the same size-- the body about an inch, the splayed legs making it more of about an inch and a half. That's pretty damn huge to encounter as a four-year-old-- and it stills out clearly in contrast to the white bathroom wall. The first time I saw it, I had no idea what it was, but I was still at the stage where I demanded my mother ruthlessly kill any and all bugs (before Vidhi freaked out that day I squished an ant on the playground in kindergarten and I started thinking about what I was doing, lol), so I called her in to tell her there was a bug on the wall. She asked me what kind of a bug, so I observed the stripes, reckoned they were some sort of insect war paint, and called it an Indian Bug. So Mom came and killed it.
Periodically we get them in the spring/early summer in our house to this day-- even now, obviously.
For, you see, after a couple encounters, I proved to have about the same luck with centipedes as Keith does with millipedes; I'd go to turn on the light, and there'd be one right next to the light switch, I'd go to wash my hands, and there's one at the sink, or I'd go to sit on the toilet, and there's one on the wall behind me. (And we don't have a plunger at convenience in my bathroom for me to cut them in half with). I began to get this fear that one day one would be hiding in the toilet paper, where I couldn't see it.
I used to spin the toilet paper really fast when I was about the age of nine or ten. So, one day, I'm spinning it like this, and out comes a centipede, flipping around wildly as he's thrown from the toilet-paper tube by the centifugal force. He had been lurking in the toilet-paper tube. EXACTLY WHAT I DIDN'T WANT TO HAPPEN. OMG that was like the freakiest moment of my life, ever.
Since then, I seem to recall last summer Tiffany, Jessica, Jamie, and I had an encounter with one-- and now there's one in that Easter basket. However, at least I'm not as totally freaked out about them as I used to be. I haven't touched the Easter basket, of course, but I don't like avoid the room. Still . . . I'm watching you, centipede. Keep the fuck away from my toilet paper.
So, on our last Impov road trip, to Carbondale, Rick taught me how to solve a Rubik's Cube. We sat in the back seat, so he just directed me as I asked lots of questions. Apparently there is an actual way to solve a Rubik's Cube; you don't just have to be really smart with a good spatial memory. There are a few sets of algorithms you just have to apply in certain stages. I solved one in the car under Rick's guidance.
I don't have one of my own at school, so I was hoping to try to solve one again/practice, etc . . . with the old one I got back in elementary school once I got home. However, Neil had claimed it. It's no surprise, and it doesn't really bother me, as I hadn't used it in years. (Alice at one point got one face done-- and I remember being flooredly disappointed that solving one face did not automatically solve all of the other faces O.o or even the two opposite faces from one another, or something . . . Anyway, we kept it special like that for years as it was the farthest that anybody had ever gotten O.o lol . . . ). I asked him if he wouldn't go get it for me, however, as I wanted to try to use it again, since I had learned how.
He violently resists. He claims he's been using it himself for the past few weeks, and he's been practicing, and I can't mess it up. He says he's solved it once, and he's working on solving it again, but this time it's harder. I'm impressed; I ask him about it, wanting to believe that maybe my little brother is actually the genius he says he is all the time, or something, lol . . .
After much begging, he finally brings it down. It becomes clear how he's *solved* it. The white face is completely devoid of stickers, and all the others are all sort of peeling and sideways. "Neil," I call him out on it, "Peeling the stickers off and repasting them back on in the right places does not solve a Rubik's Cube."
He is really angry. (He does that a lot when we call him out in things he was hoping we wouldn't notice). "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND," he insists. "I DO SOLVE IT."
So I ask him to let me mess it up, so that he can really solve it, and prove this to me. He agrees, but as I start twisting it, he goes, "NO NO NO SLOW DOWN!!! YOU CAN ONLY TURN IT FOUR TURNS! I AM NOT THAT GOOD AT IT YET!!!"
So apparently when Neil *solves* a Rubik's Cube, he puts the stickers where he wants them, messes it up enough turns for him to memorize, and then puts it back.
I love my little brother.
Oh, also, Happy Birthday to my livejournal. I got it three years and a day ago. It has dutifully seen me through 1,305 entries. Jesus Christ.
(That was sort of a depressing night, actually. It was prom night; I didn't go and all my friends did. I was-- and still am :-P-- so lame, lol . . . )
(My Diaryland is something like four years old, too . . . I was so hilarious back then, lol . . . )
See why I sucked at being a teenager? That's even more proof, lol . . .
Edit (4:37): I received a joyeux anniversaire e-card of a disorganized French mouse from Alexandre's family today. Yea!
On my Google account fun stuff, I didn't like today's "Buddhist Thought," but I did like yesterday's: "One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a human." - Goethe
Also, all the Psychology Today stuff was about Introversion, lol, which was fun . . .
Also, my extended horoscope in the paper was fun and oddly accurate. I know they write them to be that way, but honestly, actually . . .
Born today, you are likely to grab attention at an early age, and throughout your life you will have to balance a desire to please superiors and authority with a keen need to stick to yourself and to protect your individuality and your privacy. This is quite true, particularly lately. There are surely those who will wish to mold your personality, your career, and even your personal life to fit their own desires and expectations. They will have quite a time of it, you can be sure, for you are not tolerant of those who have only their own best interests at heart. Hear hear! Lol . . .
Though other people may at times miss the point, you rarely do anything without investing some deeper feelings and more serious intentions into it. Even your jokes take on the character of life lessons. (Ha ha, that's like me when I decide movies I like . . . it can't just be entertaining; it has to have a purpose!) Highly intelligent, you are sometimes too clever for your own good.
Also born on this date were Lainie Kazan (singer/actress), Katherine Anne Porter (author), James Mason (actor), Emmitt (football player).
Horoscope for Taurus in general: Today is the day for putting your prejudices aside and for accepting the differences in others. Someone is sure to hold you to a promise after dark. (K . . . that sounds tantalizing, but also sort of sketchy, lol . . . )
I crossed over into the actual day in quite a nice manner, actually; I was online, talking to Henry, Joe, Peter, Rick, and my HP roleplay community. I listened to "What Is A Youth?" from the 1968 Romeo and Juliet (I'm so sentimental, lol) on my ipod and made sure to be writing in part of my book as the clock changed over midnight. Shortly after, Keith called to wish me Happy Birthday, and Lisa called about 20 minutes later, since she was going to wait until her midnight and then realized that I was on a time zone ahead of her :-P
This morning I woke up at about 9:15, and came downstairs to birthday greetings from my mother. She said the plane ticket to get me to Mori no Ike was most of my birthday present (airlines are bitches and charged us like $500 for a stupid two-hour trip-- that's like half the pay I make working there, so Mom is helping me out so I actually get something monetary out of this to like pay taxes on and such, lol . . . ), but I really got "vanilla birthday cake" shampoo/shower gel/bubble bath and a perfume called "Amazing Grace" that appears so far to actually mesh with my distinctly unmesh-able natural smell (me+body sprays from 8th grade=vomit) from Sephora. (Michellane would be proud, lol :-P).
Then at 10:20, when I was actually born, I was exercising before my shower.
Today is probably going to be: Going to the grocery store with Mom and picking up some stuff I need for camp (and probably with my own money, lol)-- toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, (all this stuff I used up the last of at school so I didn't have to carry it home, and have been either using travel materials or mooching off of Tory and Neil since I have gotten home, lol . . . ). Also, I need to order contacts. Then Neil has a band concert in the evening.
. . . it is supposed to storm, though, woot!
Also, I am going to try to get ahold of Jessica, again.
Some amusing stories from yesterday:
We have a random Easter basket sitting on our floor. It is not full of anything. It is just sitting there. However, it contains a centipede.
He hasn't done much. For about six hours yesterday, he even stayed in the same position. However, he has moved twice, so I know he is not dead.
The differences between a centipede and a millipede should be noted: one tends to be lighter, striped, and with long, inconsistent, spidery legs, and one tends to be a long thick dark brown line with a multitude of uniform legs. I have met millipedes of all sizes, from the tiny little roly-poly like ones we find on the basement floor at the lake that just aren't even a bother, to the like foot-long one Lisa's sister Dana keeps in a tank in her room (which honestly disgusts me the least, because he can't really sneak up on you and get stepped on, now, can he?). They tend to be a sort of middle size, though-- about an inch long, perhaps. We encountered them in the garden this weekend while planting flowers (they kept trying to crawl under Tory's feet!). The guys had a problem in their suite (ahh, the first floor-- Lisa and I just had ants, in the winter) with ones of these size; they apparently kept showing up right where Keith wanted to be at the time in the bathroom.
Centipedes and I have more of a history, however. I first encountered one on our (main floor, go figure) bathroom wall when I was probably about four years old. Every one of these seems to be about the same size-- the body about an inch, the splayed legs making it more of about an inch and a half. That's pretty damn huge to encounter as a four-year-old-- and it stills out clearly in contrast to the white bathroom wall. The first time I saw it, I had no idea what it was, but I was still at the stage where I demanded my mother ruthlessly kill any and all bugs (before Vidhi freaked out that day I squished an ant on the playground in kindergarten and I started thinking about what I was doing, lol), so I called her in to tell her there was a bug on the wall. She asked me what kind of a bug, so I observed the stripes, reckoned they were some sort of insect war paint, and called it an Indian Bug. So Mom came and killed it.
Periodically we get them in the spring/early summer in our house to this day-- even now, obviously.
For, you see, after a couple encounters, I proved to have about the same luck with centipedes as Keith does with millipedes; I'd go to turn on the light, and there'd be one right next to the light switch, I'd go to wash my hands, and there's one at the sink, or I'd go to sit on the toilet, and there's one on the wall behind me. (And we don't have a plunger at convenience in my bathroom for me to cut them in half with). I began to get this fear that one day one would be hiding in the toilet paper, where I couldn't see it.
I used to spin the toilet paper really fast when I was about the age of nine or ten. So, one day, I'm spinning it like this, and out comes a centipede, flipping around wildly as he's thrown from the toilet-paper tube by the centifugal force. He had been lurking in the toilet-paper tube. EXACTLY WHAT I DIDN'T WANT TO HAPPEN. OMG that was like the freakiest moment of my life, ever.
Since then, I seem to recall last summer Tiffany, Jessica, Jamie, and I had an encounter with one-- and now there's one in that Easter basket. However, at least I'm not as totally freaked out about them as I used to be. I haven't touched the Easter basket, of course, but I don't like avoid the room. Still . . . I'm watching you, centipede. Keep the fuck away from my toilet paper.
So, on our last Impov road trip, to Carbondale, Rick taught me how to solve a Rubik's Cube. We sat in the back seat, so he just directed me as I asked lots of questions. Apparently there is an actual way to solve a Rubik's Cube; you don't just have to be really smart with a good spatial memory. There are a few sets of algorithms you just have to apply in certain stages. I solved one in the car under Rick's guidance.
I don't have one of my own at school, so I was hoping to try to solve one again/practice, etc . . . with the old one I got back in elementary school once I got home. However, Neil had claimed it. It's no surprise, and it doesn't really bother me, as I hadn't used it in years. (Alice at one point got one face done-- and I remember being flooredly disappointed that solving one face did not automatically solve all of the other faces O.o or even the two opposite faces from one another, or something . . . Anyway, we kept it special like that for years as it was the farthest that anybody had ever gotten O.o lol . . . ). I asked him if he wouldn't go get it for me, however, as I wanted to try to use it again, since I had learned how.
He violently resists. He claims he's been using it himself for the past few weeks, and he's been practicing, and I can't mess it up. He says he's solved it once, and he's working on solving it again, but this time it's harder. I'm impressed; I ask him about it, wanting to believe that maybe my little brother is actually the genius he says he is all the time, or something, lol . . .
After much begging, he finally brings it down. It becomes clear how he's *solved* it. The white face is completely devoid of stickers, and all the others are all sort of peeling and sideways. "Neil," I call him out on it, "Peeling the stickers off and repasting them back on in the right places does not solve a Rubik's Cube."
He is really angry. (He does that a lot when we call him out in things he was hoping we wouldn't notice). "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND," he insists. "I DO SOLVE IT."
So I ask him to let me mess it up, so that he can really solve it, and prove this to me. He agrees, but as I start twisting it, he goes, "NO NO NO SLOW DOWN!!! YOU CAN ONLY TURN IT FOUR TURNS! I AM NOT THAT GOOD AT IT YET!!!"
So apparently when Neil *solves* a Rubik's Cube, he puts the stickers where he wants them, messes it up enough turns for him to memorize, and then puts it back.
I love my little brother.
Oh, also, Happy Birthday to my livejournal. I got it three years and a day ago. It has dutifully seen me through 1,305 entries. Jesus Christ.
(That was sort of a depressing night, actually. It was prom night; I didn't go and all my friends did. I was-- and still am :-P-- so lame, lol . . . )
(My Diaryland is something like four years old, too . . . I was so hilarious back then, lol . . . )
See why I sucked at being a teenager? That's even more proof, lol . . .
Edit (4:37): I received a joyeux anniversaire e-card of a disorganized French mouse from Alexandre's family today. Yea!
On my Google account fun stuff, I didn't like today's "Buddhist Thought," but I did like yesterday's: "One cannot always be a hero, but one can always be a human." - Goethe
Also, all the Psychology Today stuff was about Introversion, lol, which was fun . . .
Also, my extended horoscope in the paper was fun and oddly accurate. I know they write them to be that way, but honestly, actually . . .
Born today, you are likely to grab attention at an early age, and throughout your life you will have to balance a desire to please superiors and authority with a keen need to stick to yourself and to protect your individuality and your privacy. This is quite true, particularly lately. There are surely those who will wish to mold your personality, your career, and even your personal life to fit their own desires and expectations. They will have quite a time of it, you can be sure, for you are not tolerant of those who have only their own best interests at heart. Hear hear! Lol . . .
Though other people may at times miss the point, you rarely do anything without investing some deeper feelings and more serious intentions into it. Even your jokes take on the character of life lessons. (Ha ha, that's like me when I decide movies I like . . . it can't just be entertaining; it has to have a purpose!) Highly intelligent, you are sometimes too clever for your own good.
Also born on this date were Lainie Kazan (singer/actress), Katherine Anne Porter (author), James Mason (actor), Emmitt (football player).
Horoscope for Taurus in general: Today is the day for putting your prejudices aside and for accepting the differences in others. Someone is sure to hold you to a promise after dark. (K . . . that sounds tantalizing, but also sort of sketchy, lol . . . )
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Date: 2007-05-15 05:55 pm (UTC)Hehehehe, gotta love little brothers.
PS, how old is he?
Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOU HAG.
Wait until you turn 21. Then the fun begins. In earnest. ;)
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Date: 2007-05-15 08:31 pm (UTC)Thank you, lol :-P
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