Really Anne . . . did you have to update? ugh!
Here I am awake and it's 3am. I should be sleeping. I have to be up early 'cause Mum works tomorrow. I have research to do at NF and then I'm goin' to IUP's library. Maybe I'll stop by the apartment . . . but then again, I probably won't. They're busy and, like, have lives. I'm just a future librarian with nothing to do. Besides, Christine has, like, lots of friends and totally needs to catch up on her sleep. Cassie just needs to rest. And poor Chris . . . that kid is always workin'. *shrug* Better to not bother them, right?
Maybe I'll brave Game Stop by myself.
No, I can't. HE might be there and I'll end up buying too much. I just want one game! Okay, there's two, but I can resist the one.
Mum says my bed is comfortable. I laughed and said "Don't move much or the bed'll fall apart."
She wasn't amused. It's the truth. The bed AND the mattress are both older than I am. By, like, only 15 years or so . . . they're practically brand-new! *rolls eyes*
I need my bangs cut. And the back needs to grow 5 inches before I can braid it and put it around my head like I used to a few months ago. July was the last time I did that. *sigh*
Am I emotionally stagnant? Or rather, am I not emotional? Maybe I can't express in words how I truly feel. I realize that when I type things . . . like, that's how I say them, but the aural input is missing thus . . .
Or I'm just so stuck up in my way of talking.
I like that answer better. Then I'm truly the bad guy.
or rather girl. Or is is gurl? grrl? Grrr = arrr = arrrgyle socks.
I like KoL 'cause it reminds me of something I'd come up with, ya know? Like the puns and the sheer idiocy and the frivolity of it all . . . totally me.
Mum bought me a candy bar. So, on my desk sits a Snickers without nuts. *shudder*
I had cake though. I broke down and tried the experiment the Chef concocted. A Neapolitan cake. Tis quite yummy with that cool whip (used in temple map) type of icing and of course, strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate cake. Icing, cake, icing, cake with corresponding icings to cake.
Okay, so that made sense to me.
Neapolitan . . . doesn’t music have something to do with that? Music . . . Mozart’s b-day was, uh, yesterday. Yay, I guess. Personally, I only have a few pieces by him on my computer. Mostly overtures. He was impressive, but not that impressive.
Mum and I went through our stashes of fabric today trying to find her a large floral print for the quilt guild she belongs to. Has to make an 18 inch patch. We traded fat quarters. I saw a lot of my ideas that had died in my container of fabric. I think I'll just explain to mum what I envision and she can make the quilts and be impressive. Besides, in every quilt magazine, there's those quilts that were designed by A, sewed by B, and quilted by C. Fascinating, really. I'm totally that A. Mum is B & C, 'cause she doesn't have that good an eye for colour, though she's learnin'.
I'm wearin' out my apostrophe key.
I totally typed kee. kee kee go the bats in Final Fantasy in Garland's castle. One find's out in the end that those bats were original Light Warriors that failed in the quest. heh.
Speaking again of games . . . Happy Winter-een-mas!!!
Have I played any games? Nope. But I've listened to a lot of game music. That's almost as good.
But not really.
I finally started to decorate my room. Took me long enough, huh? I can just hear my Kate
"Auntie Anne, who's those guys?"
"Matthew Broderick and Michael Shanks."
"Who are they?"
"Actors."
"They're old."
Yeah . . . I can see me and Kate having a conversation like that.
Here's a question: what does one do with a 6 year old? Like, I dunno want to do with Kate. Megan is a little easier to deal with 'cause she and I are a lot alike. Kate's in that hitting stage. The one that Jen claims she never got past. Heh. Jen. I <3 Jen!
I <3 a lot of people but sometimes I don't think they know it. Or care. But that's something else entirely.
Okay Anne, go sleep now.
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. . .
. . .
*sigh* fine!
Maybe I'll brave Game Stop by myself.
No, I can't. HE might be there and I'll end up buying too much. I just want one game! Okay, there's two, but I can resist the one.
Mum says my bed is comfortable. I laughed and said "Don't move much or the bed'll fall apart."
She wasn't amused. It's the truth. The bed AND the mattress are both older than I am. By, like, only 15 years or so . . . they're practically brand-new! *rolls eyes*
I need my bangs cut. And the back needs to grow 5 inches before I can braid it and put it around my head like I used to a few months ago. July was the last time I did that. *sigh*
Am I emotionally stagnant? Or rather, am I not emotional? Maybe I can't express in words how I truly feel. I realize that when I type things . . . like, that's how I say them, but the aural input is missing thus . . .
Or I'm just so stuck up in my way of talking.
I like that answer better. Then I'm truly the bad guy.
or rather girl. Or is is gurl? grrl? Grrr = arrr = arrrgyle socks.
I like KoL 'cause it reminds me of something I'd come up with, ya know? Like the puns and the sheer idiocy and the frivolity of it all . . . totally me.
Mum bought me a candy bar. So, on my desk sits a Snickers without nuts. *shudder*
I had cake though. I broke down and tried the experiment the Chef concocted. A Neapolitan cake. Tis quite yummy with that cool whip (used in temple map) type of icing and of course, strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate cake. Icing, cake, icing, cake with corresponding icings to cake.
Okay, so that made sense to me.
Neapolitan . . . doesn’t music have something to do with that? Music . . . Mozart’s b-day was, uh, yesterday. Yay, I guess. Personally, I only have a few pieces by him on my computer. Mostly overtures. He was impressive, but not that impressive.
Mum and I went through our stashes of fabric today trying to find her a large floral print for the quilt guild she belongs to. Has to make an 18 inch patch. We traded fat quarters. I saw a lot of my ideas that had died in my container of fabric. I think I'll just explain to mum what I envision and she can make the quilts and be impressive. Besides, in every quilt magazine, there's those quilts that were designed by A, sewed by B, and quilted by C. Fascinating, really. I'm totally that A. Mum is B & C, 'cause she doesn't have that good an eye for colour, though she's learnin'.
I'm wearin' out my apostrophe key.
I totally typed kee. kee kee go the bats in Final Fantasy in Garland's castle. One find's out in the end that those bats were original Light Warriors that failed in the quest. heh.
Speaking again of games . . . Happy Winter-een-mas!!!
Have I played any games? Nope. But I've listened to a lot of game music. That's almost as good.
But not really.
I finally started to decorate my room. Took me long enough, huh? I can just hear my Kate
"Auntie Anne, who's those guys?"
"Matthew Broderick and Michael Shanks."
"Who are they?"
"Actors."
"They're old."
Yeah . . . I can see me and Kate having a conversation like that.
Here's a question: what does one do with a 6 year old? Like, I dunno want to do with Kate. Megan is a little easier to deal with 'cause she and I are a lot alike. Kate's in that hitting stage. The one that Jen claims she never got past. Heh. Jen. I <3 Jen!
I <3 a lot of people but sometimes I don't think they know it. Or care. But that's something else entirely.
Okay Anne, go sleep now.
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. . .
. . .
*sigh* fine!