I feel fatter than usual tonight
Oh, if only I were capable of liking myself. Life would be so much easier. I'd enjoy everything so much more.
Bah. 'Tis of no importance. Well, it is, but no matter. There's nothing right now that will make me feel better.
And so I'll just look forward to tomorrow and concentrate on the tasks at hand (which would be reading over all of my old unfinished fanfiction and trying to complete them). Technically it is tomorrow, but since I haven't gone to bed yet, to me this is still Sunday the 11th.
Tomorrow will be nice because Mom, Dad, and I are going to visit my brother and his family. Audrey, my niece, has been begging me to come over. She called me one day and asked when I'd be there again. I told her I couldn't get there by myself, and she asked, "Why not? You have a car. You have your license. Just drive on over!" She's seven. She cracks me up. And she's totally right, but if only she could understand my driving fears. I know, I know, how the hell do I expect to road trip cross-country when I'm too scared to drive to my brother's house in the next state over (and only about a two hours' drive)? I don't know yet. I just know I'm determined to do it. I have this passion for feeling free, having no worries, not caring about what people think of me. I really, really wish I could accomplish that. I need to be where no one knows me, where I can let loose. I feel like I've trapped myself here. Besides, I'm a much better driver than I was just six months ago.
Anyway, it should be fun to see everyone again. And then I can come home and watch Prison Break, which I'll have to record while we're gone. We probably won't be back in time to catch it at 7.
I've been enjoying the various previews for tomorrow's show. I'm really excited about it. They look great. And I can't wait to see the return of Michael's tattoo. I've really missed that thing. Plus, Whistler looks really hot to me now that he's evil. They show him with that knife and he just looks so sexy. Chris Vance is actually quite an attractive man. I just never much took notice because his character was so unexciting. But now it's a different story.
As for something I mentioned earlier in parentheses, I did finish one of my old fics. It turned out way depressing. Go figure. I'll post it at the slash comm. I'm in the process of finishing another, but I don't know how that'll go yet. There's a reason none of these were ever finished. My brain pretty much blocks on them when I get to a certain point.
I've been watching Psych today. Shawn and Gus kill me. I watched an episode in which they pretend they're interested in renting some guy's apartment (for a case), so they meet with the guy and he shows them around the place. At one point the guy asks them how they know each other. Gus, not thinking his statement through first, replies, "We're partners." Of course, he means professionally, but the guy thinks he means it in the homosexual sense. Shawn thinks it's funny and runs with it. Gus, of course, is mortified. Shawn checks out the bathroom and shouts to Gus, "(not a direct quote)Whoa! Gus! Check it out!" And then he comes back out and says, "A shower for two!" And he gives Gus the A-OK sign. Later on, when they're back in the car, Gus angrily throws it back at him, "A shower for two?!" And Shawn just smiles and says, "I only said it to see the look on your face." Priceless.
~Ferryn
P.S. I really miss my kitty Muhammad right now. Sometimes I go to his grave and talk to him. He's in my icon, hugging little Ninja. I love you, Muhammad! I will never forget you. ♥ ♥ ♥
Bah. 'Tis of no importance. Well, it is, but no matter. There's nothing right now that will make me feel better.
And so I'll just look forward to tomorrow and concentrate on the tasks at hand (which would be reading over all of my old unfinished fanfiction and trying to complete them). Technically it is tomorrow, but since I haven't gone to bed yet, to me this is still Sunday the 11th.
Tomorrow will be nice because Mom, Dad, and I are going to visit my brother and his family. Audrey, my niece, has been begging me to come over. She called me one day and asked when I'd be there again. I told her I couldn't get there by myself, and she asked, "Why not? You have a car. You have your license. Just drive on over!" She's seven. She cracks me up. And she's totally right, but if only she could understand my driving fears. I know, I know, how the hell do I expect to road trip cross-country when I'm too scared to drive to my brother's house in the next state over (and only about a two hours' drive)? I don't know yet. I just know I'm determined to do it. I have this passion for feeling free, having no worries, not caring about what people think of me. I really, really wish I could accomplish that. I need to be where no one knows me, where I can let loose. I feel like I've trapped myself here. Besides, I'm a much better driver than I was just six months ago.
Anyway, it should be fun to see everyone again. And then I can come home and watch Prison Break, which I'll have to record while we're gone. We probably won't be back in time to catch it at 7.
I've been enjoying the various previews for tomorrow's show. I'm really excited about it. They look great. And I can't wait to see the return of Michael's tattoo. I've really missed that thing. Plus, Whistler looks really hot to me now that he's evil. They show him with that knife and he just looks so sexy. Chris Vance is actually quite an attractive man. I just never much took notice because his character was so unexciting. But now it's a different story.
As for something I mentioned earlier in parentheses, I did finish one of my old fics. It turned out way depressing. Go figure. I'll post it at the slash comm. I'm in the process of finishing another, but I don't know how that'll go yet. There's a reason none of these were ever finished. My brain pretty much blocks on them when I get to a certain point.
I've been watching Psych today. Shawn and Gus kill me. I watched an episode in which they pretend they're interested in renting some guy's apartment (for a case), so they meet with the guy and he shows them around the place. At one point the guy asks them how they know each other. Gus, not thinking his statement through first, replies, "We're partners." Of course, he means professionally, but the guy thinks he means it in the homosexual sense. Shawn thinks it's funny and runs with it. Gus, of course, is mortified. Shawn checks out the bathroom and shouts to Gus, "(not a direct quote)Whoa! Gus! Check it out!" And then he comes back out and says, "A shower for two!" And he gives Gus the A-OK sign. Later on, when they're back in the car, Gus angrily throws it back at him, "A shower for two?!" And Shawn just smiles and says, "I only said it to see the look on your face." Priceless.
~Ferryn
P.S. I really miss my kitty Muhammad right now. Sometimes I go to his grave and talk to him. He's in my icon, hugging little Ninja. I love you, Muhammad! I will never forget you. ♥ ♥ ♥