I blame the fish people
I realized last night that it has been an inordinate amount of time since I posted or checked up on all you swell folk here at LJ. I blame this on my computer, which has decided to take hours to load this one site in particular, and this is the first time I've been able to get onto another computer. So it's very likely that my posts and replies are going to get more and more infrequent until I either get a new laptop or miraculously the one I have now decides to hush and behave.
Eventful occurances that have, well, occured since I've been gone:
I've gotten somewhat sucked into the Pirates of the Caribbean and Hairspray fandoms. Much to my dismay, my favorite pairings in each fandom seem to be the least favorite of fanfic authors, meaning if I want to read some Anamaria/Jack or Penny/Seaweed, I have to do it myself. Oh, such a harsh life I lead. I have been trying to flex my HP muscles, though, and plug out some Ted/Andromeda.
Last night was opening night of King Lear. It went swimmingly, and all the small children (who, I might add, probably shouldn't have come to see it in the first place) were terrified when I came out after the show. Possibly something to do with the fact that I gouge out a man's eyes onstage, but you never know. Maybe it was the eye makeup. Best part, though, hands down, is the fact that my boyfriend actually showed up. With my best friend who lives in Edinburg. WHAT?
Also last night I discovered something. For the past month or so I've been semi-convinced there's an axe-murderer in my attic because the door to the attic's in my room and I keep hearing strange noises at night. So last night after I got home (it was about 3:30 in the morning because the cast had gone to dinner, went to the last showing of Dark Knight, and then gone to the beach for a town meeting involving some Smirnoff) I turned off the light and fell in bed. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt something furry RUNNING UP AND DOWN THE LENGTH OF MY BACK. So I bolt up, turn on the light, and look around just in time to see a mouse disappear beneath my radiator and into a hole in the wall. Holy freaking crap. A mouse. A MOUSE is what's had me on edge for the past month and a half, wondering if I was going to survive the night or not. Really.
Oh and a week or so ago I dropped my cell phone in the toilet. Lovely, right?
Eventful occurances that have, well, occured since I've been gone:
I've gotten somewhat sucked into the Pirates of the Caribbean and Hairspray fandoms. Much to my dismay, my favorite pairings in each fandom seem to be the least favorite of fanfic authors, meaning if I want to read some Anamaria/Jack or Penny/Seaweed, I have to do it myself. Oh, such a harsh life I lead. I have been trying to flex my HP muscles, though, and plug out some Ted/Andromeda.
Last night was opening night of King Lear. It went swimmingly, and all the small children (who, I might add, probably shouldn't have come to see it in the first place) were terrified when I came out after the show. Possibly something to do with the fact that I gouge out a man's eyes onstage, but you never know. Maybe it was the eye makeup. Best part, though, hands down, is the fact that my boyfriend actually showed up. With my best friend who lives in Edinburg. WHAT?
Also last night I discovered something. For the past month or so I've been semi-convinced there's an axe-murderer in my attic because the door to the attic's in my room and I keep hearing strange noises at night. So last night after I got home (it was about 3:30 in the morning because the cast had gone to dinner, went to the last showing of Dark Knight, and then gone to the beach for a town meeting involving some Smirnoff) I turned off the light and fell in bed. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt something furry RUNNING UP AND DOWN THE LENGTH OF MY BACK. So I bolt up, turn on the light, and look around just in time to see a mouse disappear beneath my radiator and into a hole in the wall. Holy freaking crap. A mouse. A MOUSE is what's had me on edge for the past month and a half, wondering if I was going to survive the night or not. Really.
Oh and a week or so ago I dropped my cell phone in the toilet. Lovely, right?