So, as some readers know, when the Jupe has dreams, they tend to be nightmares. Like, 85 percent of the time. I had a dentist appointment on Monday, and while my dentist is no psychologist or anything, he suggested that these nightmares might be causing me to wear my teeth to nubs while I'm unconscious. I chipped off a piece of enamel on a back tooth! Neat! I guess. I refuse to wear a mouth thing, because then I will not be able to sleep at goddamn all.
Aw, shoot. There was one other thing. When I remembered that I forgot things, I remembered two things. But now I can't think of what the other was. Let's see ... muffins? ... holidays? ... dark humor? ... message boards? ... chicken?
Bah, I don't know. Um ... I have finally have pictures of Zombie Foot online soon. I know Pat will be happy about that. Y'know, if no one else.
Also, remember way back in the depths of time I made a post just to explain all the song-related references I use in entries? I mean to do that again. So, hold on to that thought for me. That reminds me! Must send an email!
I'm sure it will come to me.
Thursday
Wednesday
"I HAVEN'T?!"
My response to being told that I haven't blogged lately. Hah! Well, I'm doin' it now, people! You'll be sorry you mentioned it, O Three People.
Um. I haven't been *not blogging* for the record. I just ... haven't. Not too much has been going on with me, I don't think, and if I have a story, and tell it to one person, that counts as it being told, and therefore it's over. And then there's nothing left to blog about.
I've been reading The Lord of the Rings, and that has been occupying much of my time. I've been rewriting certain segments to entertain me in twisted, geeky ways. I'm geeking out, folks. Like, even geeks, even Lord of the Rings geeks (except maybe that one girl Who Shall Not Be Named), would be, "Eh... that's a bit geeky."
You want a name, bitch? I got a whole sack full, how many you want? I could do this all day!
Heeee! And also, making lists of things, like, "Names and Places in Middle Earth That Sound Dirty But Really Aren't." Such as ... "Helm's Deep," uh ... "Wetwang" ... "Eorlingas" ... "The Lonely Mountain." And, of course, "Bilbo."
Happily, I have received the DVD set for Christmas! Oh, yes, Christmas! Well. That went well. We do stuff on the Eve, so I went up to my sister's. Then on Christmas Day, my mother and I just hung out at home, and she made a chicken, and we had a nice little Christmas dinner, and a fire, and just hanging out, and it was very subdued, but very nice. I was pleased. I got some nice presents in the way of clothes, warm-making items and .. some things. I don't know, I forget.
I'm not as good or thorough at holiday recapping than are some others. I need to update Pat on some things, but not until the future/past! Heee!
Oh! But here's a development! I'm off to Maryland for the New Year! So long, suckers! ... Um, I love you? Anyway. Uh. I expect Steph or Pat to inform me if they create new life, and as for the rest of you ... don't do anything of interest until I get back. And Beth can call me.
I think that is it. I knew I didn't want to update right now! It has come out like so much crap. I'm not even going to spell check.
Um. I haven't been *not blogging* for the record. I just ... haven't. Not too much has been going on with me, I don't think, and if I have a story, and tell it to one person, that counts as it being told, and therefore it's over. And then there's nothing left to blog about.
I've been reading The Lord of the Rings, and that has been occupying much of my time. I've been rewriting certain segments to entertain me in twisted, geeky ways. I'm geeking out, folks. Like, even geeks, even Lord of the Rings geeks (except maybe that one girl Who Shall Not Be Named), would be, "Eh... that's a bit geeky."
You want a name, bitch? I got a whole sack full, how many you want? I could do this all day!
Heeee! And also, making lists of things, like, "Names and Places in Middle Earth That Sound Dirty But Really Aren't." Such as ... "Helm's Deep," uh ... "Wetwang" ... "Eorlingas" ... "The Lonely Mountain." And, of course, "Bilbo."
Happily, I have received the DVD set for Christmas! Oh, yes, Christmas! Well. That went well. We do stuff on the Eve, so I went up to my sister's. Then on Christmas Day, my mother and I just hung out at home, and she made a chicken, and we had a nice little Christmas dinner, and a fire, and just hanging out, and it was very subdued, but very nice. I was pleased. I got some nice presents in the way of clothes, warm-making items and .. some things. I don't know, I forget.
I'm not as good or thorough at holiday recapping than are some others. I need to update Pat on some things, but not until the future/past! Heee!
Oh! But here's a development! I'm off to Maryland for the New Year! So long, suckers! ... Um, I love you? Anyway. Uh. I expect Steph or Pat to inform me if they create new life, and as for the rest of you ... don't do anything of interest until I get back. And Beth can call me.
I think that is it. I knew I didn't want to update right now! It has come out like so much crap. I'm not even going to spell check.
Thursday
I knew something was going on!
So, I cleaned my room, including the parts of it I don't usually clean, yesterday. This made for dust, and dust made for allergies. My house is dustier than the average house, I think. I asked my father if he could bring me an air purifier, since he's always got things like that lying around. It turns out he was going to give me one for Christmas, but it's a better gift at the present time.
Then today I had no work, so I washed all my bedclothes (including my winter blanket for its first use this year) and then I waxed some parts of my face where I'd rather people didn't know I grew hair. Whoops! That cat's outta the bag. I'm presentable, though. My employer hasn't called me, so I assume I have no work tomorrow. But that's okay!
Because tomorrow I get to be an extra in a short film! And not like a student film, neither. Like, an "experimental SAG" short film, written by someone whose name I find on a fair number of pages when looking through Google, and a director who is supposedly important but who is as yet unidentified. [eyebrowmonkey] They will not pay me, but they will feed me.
I am a
.
Then today I had no work, so I washed all my bedclothes (including my winter blanket for its first use this year) and then I waxed some parts of my face where I'd rather people didn't know I grew hair. Whoops! That cat's outta the bag. I'm presentable, though. My employer hasn't called me, so I assume I have no work tomorrow. But that's okay!
Because tomorrow I get to be an extra in a short film! And not like a student film, neither. Like, an "experimental SAG" short film, written by someone whose name I find on a fair number of pages when looking through Google, and a director who is supposedly important but who is as yet unidentified. [eyebrowmonkey] They will not pay me, but they will feed me.
I am a
.
I like this place.
|
You Are a Visionary Soul |
You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness. Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul. You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable. Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings. You have great vision and can be very insightful. In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself. Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend. You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer. Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul |
Because ... pretty much, yeah. Although I'm always bothered when I get things like "visionary." What's that about?
Two words that made everything better.
Cheese. Biscuits.
My father took me to Red Lobster today. (After three doctor's appointments, and a trip to the mall in which I had to wait for him to finish rummaging through the Sports Authority. Bah.) I have only been to a Red Lobster one other time, and it was nearly four years ago. Red Lobster's cheese biscuits are my holy grail of food, like Arizona sweet tea is my holy grail of beverages. Vastly moreso, my friends, because of the number of years involved, and the times I have *tried* to get into a Red Lobster and been thwarted, my dreams of cheese biscuits crushed forever.
THEY ARE SO GOOD. I had four, and then my stomach threatened to sue me, so I had to stop. But, it's like, everything is better now. The magical cheese biscuits made everything okay.
Later, I went back to a book store, this time Barnes & Noble with my mother, where we waited at a book signing for Lidia Bastianich. Hopefully someone (other than Annika) knows who she is. Two hours! Not bad. It was my first book signing. I met some nice folk, including a three-year-old girl who was remarkabley well-behaving after standing in a line for two hours. Lidia dedicated the book to my zia, Patrizia. And then she was all, "Ooh, who is Patrizia?" Lying is awesome! But my Auntie Pat will be very happy, we believe. She loves Lidia. Furthermore, I now have a recipe for crostatas.
In conclusion, "You should not rely on any acting job to pay your bills or keep you happy; you need a day job for your paycheck and a hobby for your sanity." 1:2.
My father took me to Red Lobster today. (After three doctor's appointments, and a trip to the mall in which I had to wait for him to finish rummaging through the Sports Authority. Bah.) I have only been to a Red Lobster one other time, and it was nearly four years ago. Red Lobster's cheese biscuits are my holy grail of food, like Arizona sweet tea is my holy grail of beverages. Vastly moreso, my friends, because of the number of years involved, and the times I have *tried* to get into a Red Lobster and been thwarted, my dreams of cheese biscuits crushed forever.
THEY ARE SO GOOD. I had four, and then my stomach threatened to sue me, so I had to stop. But, it's like, everything is better now. The magical cheese biscuits made everything okay.
Later, I went back to a book store, this time Barnes & Noble with my mother, where we waited at a book signing for Lidia Bastianich. Hopefully someone (other than Annika) knows who she is. Two hours! Not bad. It was my first book signing. I met some nice folk, including a three-year-old girl who was remarkabley well-behaving after standing in a line for two hours. Lidia dedicated the book to my zia, Patrizia. And then she was all, "Ooh, who is Patrizia?" Lying is awesome! But my Auntie Pat will be very happy, we believe. She loves Lidia. Furthermore, I now have a recipe for crostatas.
In conclusion, "You should not rely on any acting job to pay your bills or keep you happy; you need a day job for your paycheck and a hobby for your sanity." 1:2.
Wednesday
And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet evocative song...
I'm not sure if I'm more likely to cry, scream, or go completely insane.
Probably that first one. I've got a good streak going on.
HOLY SHIT how I did not miss writing entries like this.
Probably that first one. I've got a good streak going on.
HOLY SHIT how I did not miss writing entries like this.
Saturday
Drunk?
Hi! Pat has suggested that upon consuming of alcohol, I should post drunkenly. At least, I think that's what he said. And so I have!!
Which is to say, my mother took me out for dinner, and in there I had some beverages. Like, so few. I had a glass of red wine (my mother told me I wouldn't like red wine, because she doesn't, but I have sipped white wine in the past, and that sucks), it was shiraz! From Australia! I felt very good. And then !! Then! I had port. PORT! Aren't you proud of mE? And then I had dessert, which is not wine.
I assume that I'm disappointing everyone because this is mostly (?) free from typos. Is it? Anyway. I'm not drunk. Or .. I don't know. My mother spilled booze on me but it was entirely accidnetal. And yesterday I was plastered! Heee! And I reeked of booze. so, it's a thoroughly fulfilled event, even if I'm only somewhat woozy, after having a minimal number of alcohol. If you could watch me, though, I am very close to the keyboard, and going slowly because I don't know what kerys these are. Also!!!! There have been typos. But I corrected them. Unless I didn't, in which cae, ... I didn't. I'll try not to correct any more, if I can. zzi hope I don't barf vomit.
I'm still waiting for a bunch of bitches to call me!! And ,... boozwe. Booze? Booe.
The end.
Which is to say, my mother took me out for dinner, and in there I had some beverages. Like, so few. I had a glass of red wine (my mother told me I wouldn't like red wine, because she doesn't, but I have sipped white wine in the past, and that sucks), it was shiraz! From Australia! I felt very good. And then !! Then! I had port. PORT! Aren't you proud of mE? And then I had dessert, which is not wine.
I assume that I'm disappointing everyone because this is mostly (?) free from typos. Is it? Anyway. I'm not drunk. Or .. I don't know. My mother spilled booze on me but it was entirely accidnetal. And yesterday I was plastered! Heee! And I reeked of booze. so, it's a thoroughly fulfilled event, even if I'm only somewhat woozy, after having a minimal number of alcohol. If you could watch me, though, I am very close to the keyboard, and going slowly because I don't know what kerys these are. Also!!!! There have been typos. But I corrected them. Unless I didn't, in which cae, ... I didn't. I'll try not to correct any more, if I can. zzi hope I don't barf vomit.
I'm still waiting for a bunch of bitches to call me!! And ,... boozwe. Booze? Booe.
The end.
Got a feeling twenty-one is gonna be a good year.
Holy crap. I am twenty-one. Wow. That was fast.
For my birthday, my mother has given me an iPod mini. Which means that at some point during the next week, I am going to be making an entry complaining about USB ports and begging for assistance. At first I was nonplussed! I don't want no Mac technology! But it's so tiny! That's cool. I hope we needn't return it due to its not working. Sigh.
Also, I am all caught up on my Joan of Arcadia recaps. Last night, after I finished my kitchen project at exactly midnight - I got ready for bed and watched my first taped episode, "Friday Night." That episode kicked. my. ass. But in an okay fashion.
So far the day of birth has been quietly meaningful and meaningfully quiet. So far so good! Later, I plan to have one, possibley two drinks of alcohol, and then I will be drunk. Bless my adorable alcohol intolerance.
Oh, I did get that job, by the way. It's pretty cool beans. The lady I work for is a million times less a flake now that she has realized how awesome I am. I'm still trying to figure out when and how I will get gifts for Christmas and for the rest of my December babies. It would be easy to buy things there, but everything is ridiculously expensive. What's with the prices? Are we paying for the atmosphere? Sigh. At least it's fun to know that some of the gift baskets I make go for $165 a pop! I am awesome!
Also, I request that anyone in the know please not point out the irony in my title. I'm well aware.
[hums "Happy Birthday to Me" quietly, to self]
For my birthday, my mother has given me an iPod mini. Which means that at some point during the next week, I am going to be making an entry complaining about USB ports and begging for assistance. At first I was nonplussed! I don't want no Mac technology! But it's so tiny! That's cool. I hope we needn't return it due to its not working. Sigh.
Also, I am all caught up on my Joan of Arcadia recaps. Last night, after I finished my kitchen project at exactly midnight - I got ready for bed and watched my first taped episode, "Friday Night." That episode kicked. my. ass. But in an okay fashion.
So far the day of birth has been quietly meaningful and meaningfully quiet. So far so good! Later, I plan to have one, possibley two drinks of alcohol, and then I will be drunk. Bless my adorable alcohol intolerance.
Oh, I did get that job, by the way. It's pretty cool beans. The lady I work for is a million times less a flake now that she has realized how awesome I am. I'm still trying to figure out when and how I will get gifts for Christmas and for the rest of my December babies. It would be easy to buy things there, but everything is ridiculously expensive. What's with the prices? Are we paying for the atmosphere? Sigh. At least it's fun to know that some of the gift baskets I make go for $165 a pop! I am awesome!
Also, I request that anyone in the know please not point out the irony in my title. I'm well aware.
[hums "Happy Birthday to Me" quietly, to self]
Wednesday
I love this show.
Lost babble.
Seriously, I love this show. I love it more than anything else in the world.
Okay, that's blatantly untrue. There is a list of things I love more. But less than you'd think! LESS THAN YOU'D THINK!
I love it so much, I'm marketing for it .
[Begin Spoiler for Lost - "Raised By Another" — Highlight to view]
Thanks to Buffy, I was allowed the following thought process:
Lost: "Rohm."
Brain: "Oh! Like Elisabeth!"
Lost: "R-O-M"
Brain: "Oh! Like the gypsies!"
Brain: "..."
Brain: "That ain't right."
Even though I was totally suspicious of that dude before. I mean, I thought it was a weird way to integrate the other extraneous castaways, but it really seemed like that dude was all suddenly "there." And I also barked out "Why are you so suspicious?!" when he was being all evasive to Hugo (HEE!). And you knew that was gonna happen. You know what I mean.
This is totally like a story. Up until now, the whole show has been built on mystery. That's typically bad, because you have to reveal what's going on sooner or later (and if it's later, people get bored) and you have to have a story that's worth it. So far, from what I can surmise, Lost does. ...Fingers crossed.
Also, HOLY SHIT!!
[End Spoiler]
Seriously, I love this show. I love it more than anything else in the world.
Okay, that's blatantly untrue. There is a list of things I love more. But less than you'd think! LESS THAN YOU'D THINK!
I love it so much, I'm marketing for it .
[Begin Spoiler for Lost - "Raised By Another" — Highlight to view]
Thanks to Buffy, I was allowed the following thought process:
Lost: "Rohm."
Brain: "Oh! Like Elisabeth!"
Lost: "R-O-M"
Brain: "Oh! Like the gypsies!"
Brain: "..."
Brain: "That ain't right."
Even though I was totally suspicious of that dude before. I mean, I thought it was a weird way to integrate the other extraneous castaways, but it really seemed like that dude was all suddenly "there." And I also barked out "Why are you so suspicious?!" when he was being all evasive to Hugo (HEE!). And you knew that was gonna happen. You know what I mean.
This is totally like a story. Up until now, the whole show has been built on mystery. That's typically bad, because you have to reveal what's going on sooner or later (and if it's later, people get bored) and you have to have a story that's worth it. So far, from what I can surmise, Lost does. ...Fingers crossed.
Also, HOLY SHIT!!
[End Spoiler]
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