How does it feel--out on the ice?
I'm feeling very content right now, for a number of reasons:
1. Just totally opened my Friends page to find a kickass Birthday picspam by the fabulous spiceonice.
2. Had THE BEST DREAM EVER last nite. Sort of. Mostly. Wow.
3. I turn 18 today. Exact time is about 8:20am, but still.
17 has been a wonderful and crazy year. I liked it, a lot, overall. I've hit some pretty damn lows and some pretty awesome highs. I've gotten stuff done and forgotten about stuff completely. I've discovered new things to fall in love with, new things to hate, and I could go on with this cheesiness, but I'll spare you all and simply tell you that I'm glad to be 18. It means I'm actually fuckin getting somewhere! A year from now I'll be typing an entry on my LJ from college. Isn't that a crazy thought.
:-D
Man. Crazyass dream last night. Part of it took place at school; I don't know where the other part that actually matters was. I assume it was somewhere in a theater, at least it felt like it. Because I was also suddenly running into John Taylor. Yes, the John Taylor, of Duran Duran brilliance. And of course I got excited and pretty much said something along the lines of, "Holy shit. John!" And he came up and was all grin-y. And my dad was there, and dad couldn't understand (he did have the camera, though) why I'd want to get my picture taken with this random guy with funky brown hair. And a great black coat. Omg that coat was so there. But dad took the pic, and John was all too happy to pose with his arm around me.
And then dad kind of left. And John and I kind of sat down on the edge of this stage-thing, except it was in the back of the theater. And he said, still grinning, "I missed you, Kath. Is he gone for good?" And I said, somehow completely smooth and awesome, "What do you think." And then John (still grinning, holy bejebus) got up and moved in in one completely fluid movement and holy shit, Dream!Anderson Cooper, step aside. I was either in his lap or he was in mine, but I totally remember him wearing a green scarf and being completely. Awesome. Guh. lol Now too bad it couldn't have been Simon, but still, I'll take John. Further proof that my life has been decidedly deprived of John Taylor makout sessions.
Doy.
lol. How insane. XD Sorry if I groo'ed anyone out. But hell, I shouldn't be apologizing. I'M EIGHTFUCKINTEEN TODAY. The voting world is advised to watch out for my Republican wrath.
Everybody go have a kickass day. I love you all.
1. Just totally opened my Friends page to find a kickass Birthday picspam by the fabulous spiceonice.
2. Had THE BEST DREAM EVER last nite. Sort of. Mostly. Wow.
3. I turn 18 today. Exact time is about 8:20am, but still.
17 has been a wonderful and crazy year. I liked it, a lot, overall. I've hit some pretty damn lows and some pretty awesome highs. I've gotten stuff done and forgotten about stuff completely. I've discovered new things to fall in love with, new things to hate, and I could go on with this cheesiness, but I'll spare you all and simply tell you that I'm glad to be 18. It means I'm actually fuckin getting somewhere! A year from now I'll be typing an entry on my LJ from college. Isn't that a crazy thought.
:-D
Man. Crazyass dream last night. Part of it took place at school; I don't know where the other part that actually matters was. I assume it was somewhere in a theater, at least it felt like it. Because I was also suddenly running into John Taylor. Yes, the John Taylor, of Duran Duran brilliance. And of course I got excited and pretty much said something along the lines of, "Holy shit. John!" And he came up and was all grin-y. And my dad was there, and dad couldn't understand (he did have the camera, though) why I'd want to get my picture taken with this random guy with funky brown hair. And a great black coat. Omg that coat was so there. But dad took the pic, and John was all too happy to pose with his arm around me.
And then dad kind of left. And John and I kind of sat down on the edge of this stage-thing, except it was in the back of the theater. And he said, still grinning, "I missed you, Kath. Is he gone for good?" And I said, somehow completely smooth and awesome, "What do you think." And then John (still grinning, holy bejebus) got up and moved in in one completely fluid movement and holy shit, Dream!Anderson Cooper, step aside. I was either in his lap or he was in mine, but I totally remember him wearing a green scarf and being completely. Awesome. Guh. lol Now too bad it couldn't have been Simon, but still, I'll take John. Further proof that my life has been decidedly deprived of John Taylor makout sessions.
Doy.
lol. How insane. XD Sorry if I groo'ed anyone out. But hell, I shouldn't be apologizing. I'M EIGHTFUCKINTEEN TODAY. The voting world is advised to watch out for my Republican wrath.
Everybody go have a kickass day. I love you all.