New Friends For A New Year!
Er, well, only one so far. Hello, _nepthys_!
I saw your comment on wisteria_'s LJ today, and I was interested in reading your work. As well as making a new friend. I hope you had a wonderful New Year!
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Speaking of New Years, hoo boy. Singing along to Moulin Rouge while drunk is very, very fun. (Why, why? didn't I have any Blur with me?!?! ARG!)
Dick Clark is v. old. Yet he has looked the same ever since I've watched the ball drop. And I didn't enjoy it as much as I usually do (which is very little to begin with) because of Bowling For Columbine. Dumb rich old man! Grr.
On the 30th, I stayed up late (two-ish), knowing that I would be sleepy the next day/night, while my friends danced the night away -- figuratively speaking, of course. I think I wrote about this.
Anyhow, my prediction came true, and for a majority of the New Years Eve night, I sat on the couch, tired as hell, muttering, "Fuck. This is fucking retarded. Shut the fuck up!" (Drunk/tired me is not a pretty sight. Ornery is the best word to describe it.) But I got over that, and it was okay. So I got about four, five hours sleep. Before which I talked about BtVS with my friend. The majority of the conversation? Spike, naked. In all his appearances. I should have referenced Spike: A Naked History, but once again, she's not a fandom girl.
Yesterday, I promised myself I would actually get a good night's sleep, but that did not work out either. Dammit. So now I'm tired. I kinda feel dazed. Harrumph. Nice way to start the new year.
Oh, and my first WTF? moment of the new year? I was randomly checking my profile on ff.net, and it turns out I'm someone's favorite author. I shit you not. Right next to ginmar, thrombus, valereix, and ColdCoffeeEyes25. Anyhow, I thought that was funny, as the only thing I've ever posted there is my infamous (well, in mybrain) season six WIP "Blurred Lines." I got Jossed SO bad, it's not even funny. More on that later.
I saw your comment on wisteria_'s LJ today, and I was interested in reading your work. As well as making a new friend. I hope you had a wonderful New Year!
--
Speaking of New Years, hoo boy. Singing along to Moulin Rouge while drunk is very, very fun. (Why, why? didn't I have any Blur with me?!?! ARG!)
Dick Clark is v. old. Yet he has looked the same ever since I've watched the ball drop. And I didn't enjoy it as much as I usually do (which is very little to begin with) because of Bowling For Columbine. Dumb rich old man! Grr.
On the 30th, I stayed up late (two-ish), knowing that I would be sleepy the next day/night, while my friends danced the night away -- figuratively speaking, of course. I think I wrote about this.
Anyhow, my prediction came true, and for a majority of the New Years Eve night, I sat on the couch, tired as hell, muttering, "Fuck. This is fucking retarded. Shut the fuck up!" (Drunk/tired me is not a pretty sight. Ornery is the best word to describe it.) But I got over that, and it was okay. So I got about four, five hours sleep. Before which I talked about BtVS with my friend. The majority of the conversation? Spike, naked. In all his appearances. I should have referenced Spike: A Naked History, but once again, she's not a fandom girl.
Yesterday, I promised myself I would actually get a good night's sleep, but that did not work out either. Dammit. So now I'm tired. I kinda feel dazed. Harrumph. Nice way to start the new year.
Oh, and my first WTF? moment of the new year? I was randomly checking my profile on ff.net, and it turns out I'm someone's favorite author. I shit you not. Right next to ginmar, thrombus, valereix, and ColdCoffeeEyes25. Anyhow, I thought that was funny, as the only thing I've ever posted there is my infamous (well, in mybrain) season six WIP "Blurred Lines." I got Jossed SO bad, it's not even funny. More on that later.