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Going to be quite busy this weekend. Today, taking a good friend of mine out to dinner and shopping and likely to a movie (girl's night out so unbelievably overdue). Saturday, belt test to about noon and driving around town picking up application. Sunday, college fair - IN CALIFORNIA.
To those I RP with or are plotting evilly with, I will be on as much as possible, most on Saturday, and MunRo, I will check in with you as much as possible ("She's your cocaine, she's got you always roleplayin', you can type anything, but you know, girl, you wanna ArrPeeeee, said..."). I sadly will probably not be on at all on Sunday.
And Cliff is the sweetest boy evah. He saw Hero-Clixes and thought of me, so now I have right here a tiny Juggernaut and a tiny Banshee with me in math class keeping me from going insane. Bear in mind, this is also the darling boy who bought me a Black Tom action figure. Apparently he doesn't know what trauma he's inflicting on the poor toys.
I owe him SpiderWoman issues. We nerdy comic-book specialists must stick together.
And a PMS rant: Dear Uterus,
The fact that you are attached to the inside of my abdomen forbids you from climbing up my ribcage and trying to chew on my brain (the AP does enough of that, thanks a bundle). So please do not attempt this in the future. Especially not at 4 a.m.
Waking up with a headache to slaughter the Huns and cramps that would render an elephant immobile and scrunched up in a shaking, hormonal ball, just makes me want to cut you out with a fork. It would probably be less painful.
Fortunately, nature's herbal medicine and Bayer's not-herbal medicine have provided me a means to beat you into grumbly submission. So enjoy your vacation. You and my ovaries can plot on how to get back at me, but I plan on being medicated all week, SUCKER.
Love? What love?
-Lisa
1. What's missing from your life?
Wuv, twu wuv. Actually, I could do with some more confidence in relationships and my muse back. Good God, I NEED MY MUSE. How infuriating that I'd love to practice and try honing my craft, and my muse decided to up and leave my brain for the month. The little bastard.
2. Do you like to get drunk?
Only ever been once, and it was fun until I passed out. Then very not fun. So I guess no.
3. Have you ever kissed a stranger?
Nope. You have to give me chocolates to get a kiss. Strangers don't give out good chocolates.
4. Do you smoke?
Never saw the appeal. That said, my mother always called them 'lung-spasm sticks', so I guess that explains it.
5. What makes you happy?
Lots of things. My car, friends, roleplay, music, coffee, cousin, tank tops, bad horror movies, towns named things like 'Poughkeepsie' or 'Punkydoodle Corners' or 'Hell', blue jeans, ibuprofen, LJ, soda, my immediate relatives, the fact that my Canadian relatives live on the other side of the continent, the way dogs lick the inside of their mouth after having peanut butter, comic books, Sages of Chaos, the internet, Hero-Clix for releasing mini-Banshee, gift Tom/Cain fic people write for me, Dante's Inferno, Comixfan, kitties, nail-clippers, instant mocha mix, the way the word 'candid' makes you sound educated, soundcards, neon lights, Photoshop, movie theatres, butter, salt, dogs, Mac computers, the way people look when they're thinking, quoting Plato, the people on my LJ-list, the penguins and the Oreos, platform shoes, photographs where the people aren't posed, my girlfriend, CD players, acrylic paint, denim, mechanical pencils, rain, tongue-twisters, chicken, the beauty in both devils and angels, villains, Neil Gaiman, the way Cheetos turn you orange, people who hate Tom Cruise, AIM, adjectives that are more about the way a word sounds than what it means, Ibsen and Chekov, bras, candles, diversity, personalized ringtones, The War Against Silence, nachos, personalized coffee mugs and T-shirts, Barnes & Noble, Oscar Wilde, baklava, geometrically-patterned tile in public places, the mountains, hockey, the way my handwriting doesn't slant and as such psychics can't tell you a damn thing about my personality, pianos, ink, earrings, those silly wigs our forefathers used to wear, Calvin & Hobbes and Dilbert, hardcover books, erasers and parmesan cheese.
To those I RP with or are plotting evilly with, I will be on as much as possible, most on Saturday, and MunRo, I will check in with you as much as possible ("She's your cocaine, she's got you always roleplayin', you can type anything, but you know, girl, you wanna ArrPeeeee, said..."). I sadly will probably not be on at all on Sunday.
And Cliff is the sweetest boy evah. He saw Hero-Clixes and thought of me, so now I have right here a tiny Juggernaut and a tiny Banshee with me in math class keeping me from going insane. Bear in mind, this is also the darling boy who bought me a Black Tom action figure. Apparently he doesn't know what trauma he's inflicting on the poor toys.
I owe him SpiderWoman issues. We nerdy comic-book specialists must stick together.
And a PMS rant: Dear Uterus,
The fact that you are attached to the inside of my abdomen forbids you from climbing up my ribcage and trying to chew on my brain (the AP does enough of that, thanks a bundle). So please do not attempt this in the future. Especially not at 4 a.m.
Waking up with a headache to slaughter the Huns and cramps that would render an elephant immobile and scrunched up in a shaking, hormonal ball, just makes me want to cut you out with a fork. It would probably be less painful.
Fortunately, nature's herbal medicine and Bayer's not-herbal medicine have provided me a means to beat you into grumbly submission. So enjoy your vacation. You and my ovaries can plot on how to get back at me, but I plan on being medicated all week, SUCKER.
Love? What love?
-Lisa
1. What's missing from your life?
Wuv, twu wuv. Actually, I could do with some more confidence in relationships and my muse back. Good God, I NEED MY MUSE. How infuriating that I'd love to practice and try honing my craft, and my muse decided to up and leave my brain for the month. The little bastard.
2. Do you like to get drunk?
Only ever been once, and it was fun until I passed out. Then very not fun. So I guess no.
3. Have you ever kissed a stranger?
Nope. You have to give me chocolates to get a kiss. Strangers don't give out good chocolates.
4. Do you smoke?
Never saw the appeal. That said, my mother always called them 'lung-spasm sticks', so I guess that explains it.
5. What makes you happy?
Lots of things. My car, friends, roleplay, music, coffee, cousin, tank tops, bad horror movies, towns named things like 'Poughkeepsie' or 'Punkydoodle Corners' or 'Hell', blue jeans, ibuprofen, LJ, soda, my immediate relatives, the fact that my Canadian relatives live on the other side of the continent, the way dogs lick the inside of their mouth after having peanut butter, comic books, Sages of Chaos, the internet, Hero-Clix for releasing mini-Banshee, gift Tom/Cain fic people write for me, Dante's Inferno, Comixfan, kitties, nail-clippers, instant mocha mix, the way the word 'candid' makes you sound educated, soundcards, neon lights, Photoshop, movie theatres, butter, salt, dogs, Mac computers, the way people look when they're thinking, quoting Plato, the people on my LJ-list, the penguins and the Oreos, platform shoes, photographs where the people aren't posed, my girlfriend, CD players, acrylic paint, denim, mechanical pencils, rain, tongue-twisters, chicken, the beauty in both devils and angels, villains, Neil Gaiman, the way Cheetos turn you orange, people who hate Tom Cruise, AIM, adjectives that are more about the way a word sounds than what it means, Ibsen and Chekov, bras, candles, diversity, personalized ringtones, The War Against Silence, nachos, personalized coffee mugs and T-shirts, Barnes & Noble, Oscar Wilde, baklava, geometrically-patterned tile in public places, the mountains, hockey, the way my handwriting doesn't slant and as such psychics can't tell you a damn thing about my personality, pianos, ink, earrings, those silly wigs our forefathers used to wear, Calvin & Hobbes and Dilbert, hardcover books, erasers and parmesan cheese.