I still live! If barely. ^^
I figured if I didn't get on the darned computer today, I probably wouldn't until next weekend or so, and I have this increasingly panicked urge to update my fanfic (the chapter I'm working on is the one going to be uploaded later today, hopefully) and work like mad on the skin before 1) I'm struck by lightning, 2) flesh-eating bacteria begin their happyfun work, or 3) Gen-chan comes and tears my head off. So, here I am goofing off instead of working. ^_^
Clawed, I'm terribly sorry to hear about your horrible day. x_X I guess they (bad days) come in all shapes and sizes. *sends a boquet of Dr Pepper your way* At least the soda machines have Dr Pepper, though. Here, we ain't got 'em.
It's probably because the world doesn't like nice people. ^^
Jenny came over yesterday, and we had a food-filled day, plus a trip to the Swap Meet which ended up with me, being hopelessly in love with dragon/dolphin paraphenalia, buying a glass (or something) dragon figurine. It's gorgeous, simply gorgeous. He didn't have any dolphin things, though. x_X Oh well. I'd only brought $16, and the dragon was $12. I really couldn't make up my mind which one I wanted, though. We didn't barter, but he gave me and Jenny both free hematite rings (which is too bad, since I don't rings, but I kept it anyway). Let's see what else we did... we ate a lot, played Gauntlet, watched Jurassic Park III (which
stank horribly and was completely predictable), and generally.... ate. oO;; Yep.
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K-Pax will be coming out on DVD and video soon (if not already out), which is good, but she also says that when the
Lord of the Rings movie comes out, she'll make me watch it. I'll just be sure to cover my eyes when Legolas appears on screen (and she says that will be quite often). Fangirls of such an extreme bother me. Still, I have no thrones to stow at fangirls (especially BSB, 'N SYNC, et al). If Depeche Mode were to come and play at the Tacome Dome (my heart palpitates just thinking about it), I'm sure I'd end up screaming and shrieking girlishly whenever I glimpsed them. x_X So that really makes me no better than them. *sigh* Depeche Mode... how I love thee...
WASLs for the next two weeks. Gosh, you'd think with all the testing they put us through, they could understand why half the school is failing. (I'm probably exaggerating, but not by much.) Oh well. I hope I do well. Better than on my PSATs, anyway. >.<#
Tomorrow, it will be three weeks until my birthday. I haven't done anything special (i.e., a party or invite many friends over) for my birthday for about three years... and I don't know if I want the pain of having "Super Friends" as my dad calls them (i.e., all of those in Writers' Club) and my other friends all under the same roof. I have a feeling it would be like putting scorpions in my mouth and trying to eat around them. (All right, so I can't think of a good analogy, but that one gives me shivers. Whoo.) To be less vague, it would be madness. I know that there would be petty and not-so-petty squabbles amongst everybody, and I'm just not talented enough to keep seven or more people entertained for four-five hours. (It would have to be on the Friday evening before so that Gen-chan could come.) Still, it would be nice to do something for my Stupid Sixteenth Birthday. What's so sweet about sixteen? You can drive and start working. It just marks the beginning of the horrifying experience I term "becoming an adult." I like being a kid. It's... liberating. I don't know. I just don't want to wake up thirty years from now and find out that I'm not fifteen-going-on-sixteen. I can't explain the feeling because I can't quite name it. I just don't want to grow up yet (and not because I want to remain a Toys 'R' Us kid).
Wow, look at all the goofing off I did. ^___^;; And all about stuff completely irrelevent to your lives. Well, let me just say that when the aliens come to kill us or make peace with us, it'll be people like me who bore them to death! (If aliens can be bored.)
Jenny and I had an interesting discussion, though, about my comment that Dr Pepper was the nectar of the gods (in other words, ambrosia). And she said that perhaps that the gods didn't actually
eat/drink ambrosia/Dr Pepper, but maybe if a normal person drank it they would become a god, hence the name. Then I replied yes, that was probably true, and thus everyone who drinks Dr Pepper must be a god, and therefore all nonbelievers must be killed, and those not worthy to drink (two different classifications altogether) shall become our slaves. I think I really should be locked away for my own good, or at least given shock treatment.
There's too much to do today. Thank God for no homework this weekend, however. Must be 'cos of those WASLs. Agh. @.<
book: Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
winamp: Fools (Danmark Mix) by Depeche Mode