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tabular_rasaThe Incredibles was very cute. Very, very cute. Twisted villains and everything.
Yeah . . . I'm worried about Star Wars III, too, Christina . . . Saw the ad in the theater *sigh*
Okay, geek comment. Harry Potter and Star Wars. Oh so similar. It's been pointed out before. I won't go into it.
I guess all "epic struggles" just become about the same, thematically, after a while.
Tory told me that I act more like a fan boy than a fangirl-- apparently, because I don't spazz about how hot the guys are; I just get excited about the plots and the connections. So I told her that works to my benefit; as a geek/nerd girl who looks for personality in guys rather than looks, assuming they reciprocally behave the same way, I shall be quite coveted in my time, lol ^_^
Just because I want someone to talk to that will still be interesting when we're eighty years old . . . because, after all, there's NO chance in either of us looking good, then.
I felt pretty today. My hair was straight, and I had on my skirt that I love and knee socks. I really like knee socks, for some reason . . . Then with my winter coat and Harry Potter scarf, I felt very winter-y. I like winter-y.
I have to get up (semi-) early and go work at the thingy again. I didn't call to tell her ahead of time; the place closes at 4:00 and I really didn't get home and organized in time for that deadline . . . Oh well, they always need people . . .
Come get Christmas shopping done at Church Community Services. You can get candles and soups and cookie mixes and dips . . . and it benefits a good cause. It's on 3rd St., right by where the streets go under the railroad tracks, by the big flower "E" . . . it's an open house from like 9:00 until 1:00 or 2:00 or so.
I think I'm just trying to fill space, here. Why am I writing?
I should really write my story or something.
God, it's been a long time. I'm so afraid I'm not going to be able to get back into it and lose it forever.
I think about it every day.
You all must get sick of listening to me complain about this.
Anyway . . . I am going to go something productive-- like my college essays, speech, or novel. Either that, or eat, or perhaps take a shower, or write yet another parody, or do the default and sleep.
Yeah . . . I'm worried about Star Wars III, too, Christina . . . Saw the ad in the theater *sigh*
Okay, geek comment. Harry Potter and Star Wars. Oh so similar. It's been pointed out before. I won't go into it.
I guess all "epic struggles" just become about the same, thematically, after a while.
Tory told me that I act more like a fan boy than a fangirl-- apparently, because I don't spazz about how hot the guys are; I just get excited about the plots and the connections. So I told her that works to my benefit; as a geek/nerd girl who looks for personality in guys rather than looks, assuming they reciprocally behave the same way, I shall be quite coveted in my time, lol ^_^
Just because I want someone to talk to that will still be interesting when we're eighty years old . . . because, after all, there's NO chance in either of us looking good, then.
I felt pretty today. My hair was straight, and I had on my skirt that I love and knee socks. I really like knee socks, for some reason . . . Then with my winter coat and Harry Potter scarf, I felt very winter-y. I like winter-y.
I have to get up (semi-) early and go work at the thingy again. I didn't call to tell her ahead of time; the place closes at 4:00 and I really didn't get home and organized in time for that deadline . . . Oh well, they always need people . . .
Come get Christmas shopping done at Church Community Services. You can get candles and soups and cookie mixes and dips . . . and it benefits a good cause. It's on 3rd St., right by where the streets go under the railroad tracks, by the big flower "E" . . . it's an open house from like 9:00 until 1:00 or 2:00 or so.
I think I'm just trying to fill space, here. Why am I writing?
I should really write my story or something.
God, it's been a long time. I'm so afraid I'm not going to be able to get back into it and lose it forever.
I think about it every day.
You all must get sick of listening to me complain about this.
Anyway . . . I am going to go something productive-- like my college essays, speech, or novel. Either that, or eat, or perhaps take a shower, or write yet another parody, or do the default and sleep.
