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I'm always the crazy one.
When people read Order of the Phoenix, I was told that Luna reminded people of me. During the L Word, I was told Jenny's crazy reminded them of me. I'm always the crazies.
I'm always the characters just off. Maybe it's the perception thing. During the trip, Violet's desktop background showed white light shining around the rim of the circle. Heather of course, commented on the fact she felt like she was going to receive a phone call telling her she had seven days to live. I looked at her and said, "Really? Because I feel like I should be ready to run for my life if a Haitian shows up or Company men." Followed by a muttering under my breath, "Like my lack of frostbite isn't a super power."
Perception is the curious trait. I think that's it, that's what has me standing at the edge of madness, lining my windows and doors with salt, wearing gris-gris around my neck, and fingering the ankh in my pocket. Perception. I wonder what made my perception what it is versus other more standard contemperary solutions.
Time to act like a snake of a puppy
Speaking of Puppies, A wonderful friend of mine has A) discovered the hilarious glory that is shoebox.
B) Decided we are to embark on note war
C) Secreted three notes to me while I was at the farm and she was in Northern Washington.
D) Decided that she is Prongs and I am Padfoot. With our two friends being respectively Moony and Wormtail.
E) tried to get 'Wormtail" to secret the notes to me. Violet of course, failed fantastically because clearly she doesn't get it. Her idea of secreting is to walk up to me, lift the edge of my sock, put all the notes there at once, and then pat my foot.
F)Pranked me twice.
This is of course, all in the name of good fun. As I doubt we shall actually follow this plot specifically. I doubt I will do something plotlike and stupid like kiss Moony and then run out and find an incredibly attractive French-Canadian model-man only to run back to Moony the minute Moony grows a pair. The only plotlike thing other than note war that we have engaged in is a discussion of Pronsies certain something, which I was informed was like bad jellyfish. This of course led to me laughing hysterically and causing a small scene
When people read Order of the Phoenix, I was told that Luna reminded people of me. During the L Word, I was told Jenny's crazy reminded them of me. I'm always the crazies.
I'm always the characters just off. Maybe it's the perception thing. During the trip, Violet's desktop background showed white light shining around the rim of the circle. Heather of course, commented on the fact she felt like she was going to receive a phone call telling her she had seven days to live. I looked at her and said, "Really? Because I feel like I should be ready to run for my life if a Haitian shows up or Company men." Followed by a muttering under my breath, "Like my lack of frostbite isn't a super power."
Perception is the curious trait. I think that's it, that's what has me standing at the edge of madness, lining my windows and doors with salt, wearing gris-gris around my neck, and fingering the ankh in my pocket. Perception. I wonder what made my perception what it is versus other more standard contemperary solutions.
Time to act like a snake of a puppy
Speaking of Puppies, A wonderful friend of mine has A) discovered the hilarious glory that is shoebox.
B) Decided we are to embark on note war
C) Secreted three notes to me while I was at the farm and she was in Northern Washington.
D) Decided that she is Prongs and I am Padfoot. With our two friends being respectively Moony and Wormtail.
E) tried to get 'Wormtail" to secret the notes to me. Violet of course, failed fantastically because clearly she doesn't get it. Her idea of secreting is to walk up to me, lift the edge of my sock, put all the notes there at once, and then pat my foot.
F)Pranked me twice.
This is of course, all in the name of good fun. As I doubt we shall actually follow this plot specifically. I doubt I will do something plotlike and stupid like kiss Moony and then run out and find an incredibly attractive French-Canadian model-man only to run back to Moony the minute Moony grows a pair. The only plotlike thing other than note war that we have engaged in is a discussion of Pronsies certain something, which I was informed was like bad jellyfish. This of course led to me laughing hysterically and causing a small scene