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Oh my god I suck at journal upkeep. I was always like this with "real life" journals too, I'd start one and keep it going really well for a month or two and then sporadically update for another couple weeks and then NEVER TOUCH IT AGAIN. I have all these notebooks from my teenybopper years that are only a quarter of the way full and read like flowery odes to the flavor of the month in Crushville. "OH ♥ PAUL ♥, he SMELLS LIKE SUNSHINE ON A FRESH MOWN LAWN" and then five days later "I don't even LIKE Paul anymore, Jack is SOOO much cuter. And he plays the guitar, he was SINGING outside at LUNCH I almost DIED when Michelle CHEERED for him and he almost LOOKED at me."
Take away the MASH games in the margins and copy/paste all names with JARED PADALECKI and you pretty much get livejournal! MY GROWTH AS A PERSON, LOOK AT IT.
I've been busy learning ukulele chords and fishing! We went out fly-fishing on Thursday and I caught my first fiiish on my fly rod and it was AWESOME. And by awesome, I mean eight inches long and TINY and we let it go in the creek. And okay, so I was Google image-searching "fly fishing" (shut up, when I started I had a reason even if I don't have a clue what it could have been) and LOOK AT THIS. How can that POSSIBLY BE POSSIBLE with a fly rod. IT CAN'T. Fish that big don't eat FLIES, they eat DUCKS and SMALL BOATS. I call shenanigans.
There's a deer living in our backyard that gets its kicks from TORTURING my sister's dog. It likes to stand right in front of Sid and stare him down while he slowly barks himself into insanity. It doesn't even FLINCH, just chews grass at him and I like to think it's going "HAW haw" like Nelson Muntz.
I am going to ROADTRIP for a week with caithream and idril_telrunya in less than a month and they're DRAGGING me to Comic Con (MY LIFE IS SO HARD) and I just read the other night that David Tennant is going to be there. WHAT. If I run into the Doctor in San Diego, I'm pretty sure I will perish in a fit of LIFE ISN'T LIKE THIS. I'm going to carry a flask and make them hold my hands to get me through the intimidation of a million jillion internet nerds and David, Jensen and Jared all in one place.
So, these sandals are kind of hideous and gaudy but deep down in my soul I LOVE them. The heels are classier, but falling on my face would not be. SIGH.
Take away the MASH games in the margins and copy/paste all names with JARED PADALECKI and you pretty much get livejournal! MY GROWTH AS A PERSON, LOOK AT IT.
I've been busy learning ukulele chords and fishing! We went out fly-fishing on Thursday and I caught my first fiiish on my fly rod and it was AWESOME. And by awesome, I mean eight inches long and TINY and we let it go in the creek. And okay, so I was Google image-searching "fly fishing" (shut up, when I started I had a reason even if I don't have a clue what it could have been) and LOOK AT THIS. How can that POSSIBLY BE POSSIBLE with a fly rod. IT CAN'T. Fish that big don't eat FLIES, they eat DUCKS and SMALL BOATS. I call shenanigans.
There's a deer living in our backyard that gets its kicks from TORTURING my sister's dog. It likes to stand right in front of Sid and stare him down while he slowly barks himself into insanity. It doesn't even FLINCH, just chews grass at him and I like to think it's going "HAW haw" like Nelson Muntz.
I am going to ROADTRIP for a week with caithream and idril_telrunya in less than a month and they're DRAGGING me to Comic Con (MY LIFE IS SO HARD) and I just read the other night that David Tennant is going to be there. WHAT. If I run into the Doctor in San Diego, I'm pretty sure I will perish in a fit of LIFE ISN'T LIKE THIS. I'm going to carry a flask and make them hold my hands to get me through the intimidation of a million jillion internet nerds and David, Jensen and Jared all in one place.
So, these sandals are kind of hideous and gaudy but deep down in my soul I LOVE them. The heels are classier, but falling on my face would not be. SIGH.