Thanks to Allison's brilliant suggestion, I have changed Star Trek Boy's name to Boy I Met Through Hot Marketing Boy. That name is ten thousand times better and has the added benefit of making me laugh ( Read more... )

Well, he remembered my name, so I guess eternal enmity has been avoided (FOR NOW ( Read more... )

I have a house! That means I can decorate it and arrange it how I like, and I can do the same thing the year after that, and the year after that, and the year after that, and the year after that, because I live here now and it's mine and all my Christmas stuff can finally go in one spot year after year like some sort of decorating tradition and I'm ( Read more... )

Eternal truth I keep forgetting: you like the things they like, but they don't like the things you like. I have got to stop forgetting that ( Read more... )

Every summer I like to take a real vacation. It makes me feel all grown up and and adult-y, being able to fund my own trips. Plus I like making my own decisions. "I want to do this? Excellent." "I don't want to do this? Then I won't! HAH!" and you can't make me ( Read more... )

Summer break is here, and I'm taking full advantage. The first week off of school I slept. And when I say slept, I mean I slept--I went to bed at 11 or midnight every night and slept until 9 or 10 every day. I didn't know I could sleep that much. I got worried, fearing I was turning into one of those responsible sleeping people, but the very next ( Read more... )

Shannon called me up the other day and said, "I want to see the new Twilight movie and you're the best person to go see it with. Will you go with me ( Read more... )

I watched Sense and Sensibility over the weekend with my parents, and the whole time I watched it I was mortified by the realization that although I wish I was Elinor, I am definitely Marianne--embarrassingly so. I'm the twit who would stand at the gate and wait for my suitor to show up. I wasn't excited to be invited to anything until I found out ( Read more... )

I've got to work on my message-leaving abilities. I just left Boy Who Smiles a message, and it's quite possibly the dumbest message I've ever left, and I've left my fair share of dumb messages. Note to self: plan out what you're going to say before you say it ( Read more... )

So some time ago I decided Boy Who Smiles and I should have a date wherein we paint with watercolours, since I own some really good watercolours, and I like to think I'm something of an artist. Plus I figured this is something I might be able to show him up in. Maybe. Since I'm somewhat halfway decent at it.

Then he pulled an easel out of his closet ( Read more... )