Really, this type is attractive to you? RLY?
I got my voting registration information in the mail today, woot. For the first time since I became of legal age, I will be going in person to vote. I don't consider my vote in the 2004 election the real thing, because a) it was an absentee ballot and b) Bush still got elected. I still remember looking miserably at that cartoon of North America being e-mailed once the elections were over, with California and NY seceding to Canada and the rest of the nation labeled "JESUSLAND." To the heavenly powers that be: please not again.
Erm, what else. Had a fun night with Jackie, since she had had enough of my hermit-ness and thought a break in the city was long overdue. And thank you, it was. It felt good to lament over our limited budgets, the strangeness (yet relief) of not being in school, and the frustration of job hunting. She also mentioned her roommate drama, and sorry Jackie, but that's one thing I'm happy not to miss. (Thinking of last year's Cold Wars over cleaning supplies, dirty dishes, and sloppy boyfriends is enough to give me shudders.) And of course we had to talk about the addictive joy sheer horror that is the Twilight! Saga. I, for one, can't wait till the movie's November release, because we're going to sneak in flasks and take a shot for every time we see a vampire that sparkles or mentions sparkles. I think that's the only feasible way you can enjoy the movie...bwahaha, I'm going to make thirteen-year old RPattz fans weep. Evil thought, scratch that.
And since this post has turned into a Twilight topic (dammit, Smeyer), I can't believe this brouhaha over her leaked draft of "Midnight Sun." This stuff even has the potential to be published?! What the hell. I should dig up my sorry diary entries from ninth grade, transform my crushes into supernatural beings, and see if I can pawn that. Dear diary, my hormone-addled mind is actually writing this. Today I caught him looking at me, with his hungry glazed over look and slightly drooling mouth, and I think it's a sign of fate. I've skimmed only the major parts, but honestly, it reads not like bad fanfic, but like the diary of a very, very creepy stalker.
Erm, what else. Had a fun night with Jackie, since she had had enough of my hermit-ness and thought a break in the city was long overdue. And thank you, it was. It felt good to lament over our limited budgets, the strangeness (yet relief) of not being in school, and the frustration of job hunting. She also mentioned her roommate drama, and sorry Jackie, but that's one thing I'm happy not to miss. (Thinking of last year's Cold Wars over cleaning supplies, dirty dishes, and sloppy boyfriends is enough to give me shudders.) And of course we had to talk about the addictive joy sheer horror that is the Twilight! Saga. I, for one, can't wait till the movie's November release, because we're going to sneak in flasks and take a shot for every time we see a vampire that sparkles or mentions sparkles. I think that's the only feasible way you can enjoy the movie...bwahaha, I'm going to make thirteen-year old RPattz fans weep. Evil thought, scratch that.
And since this post has turned into a Twilight topic (dammit, Smeyer), I can't believe this brouhaha over her leaked draft of "Midnight Sun." This stuff even has the potential to be published?! What the hell. I should dig up my sorry diary entries from ninth grade, transform my crushes into supernatural beings, and see if I can pawn that. Dear diary, my hormone-addled mind is actually writing this. Today I caught him looking at me, with his hungry glazed over look and slightly drooling mouth, and I think it's a sign of fate. I've skimmed only the major parts, but honestly, it reads not like bad fanfic, but like the diary of a very, very creepy stalker.