i wonder if it even makes a difference to try.
Smeg (waves_of_pants) has been sick this week with a bad cold and last night, my immune system weakened and I caught it. So I've been bitchy and sore! I hate sore throats - there is NO CURE that I've found, sans constant consumption of hot and cold liquids, to temporarily numb the pain.
My sibling feels guilty for some reason that I got her cold, so she's been overdoing it with love and attention. She went out to get live crickets for the bird (who we released today - he's wandering around the yard tweeping and finding his own food, but he's not a great flier yet, so I'm sure we'll help him out a little more if necessary) and didn't come back for a while. Mom called her and she'd gone on an errand to Mulhall's (local plant/garden shop) for an application (Smeg, who never updates her journal to tell you these things, is applying for jobs all over the place, so if you know of anywhere kewl to work, let me know. Yours truly WOULD apply, but I feel guilty because I only want to work through June & the start of July, and then take a month off, and then return in August. And/or quit if I really hate it, because I suck).
Anyway, Smeg returned with Frosties for all of us (soothed my throat!) and one of their really cute 'reversible' purses - it's red and white gingham, and matches the Ultimate Summer Outfit I seem to have compiled. It's all red & white. When I'm feeling better, I'll wear it and have someone take glamorous photos. I shall have to wear it for Tiffy's birthday party, wherever that is, and whatever else fancy takes place this summer! It'll be great. Oh, and she put some chocolate-caramel brownie mix and a bottle of my favorite raspberry tea in the purse, too. <333 Smeggg.
I fell asleep half-dressed at 3 last night and woke up at 10:30, dragged myself into the shower, and put on sweats so I could hang out downstairs, watching mystery programs with my mom while we knitted. I'm half done with a purse! I got another knitting loom yesterday and I have been collecting yarns and stuff for this purse for a while - it's all fuchsia/magenta/purple tones. Hopefully it turns out to be usable - I always make the shittiest projects that never get worn/used.
Yesterday was great fun until I got sick! Mom wanted to run to Hancock Fabrics and Michaels for some knitting needles and some batting with which to refurbish her dad's old rocking chair. It is - well, was - this old burnt-orange tweedy thing with wooden handles and no cushioning. Mom's dad died in 1991 and it's one of the relics from his house that she treasures, so she and Smeg have taken off the old shit and are putting on cushioning and recovering it in a nice dark blue fabric. I'm glad for her! I hate the handles, though, so I'll probably still never sit in it. NEWAYZ (my entries are so non-sequitor, I apologize), we shopped there and I got my little loom - this $7 purple heavy plastic pegboard thing. Then we ate Subway and went home and I went out on my own to pick up Destiny and put gas in the car.
I stopped at Homers because when I was there the other night to buy a ticket to the June 14th Faint show (anyone going? I'm giving them another chance) Smeg saw A SUEDE RECORD ON THE WALL. HEAD MUSIC. AND IT WAS $10. AND I DIDN'T BUY IT SO YESTERDAY I BOUGHT IT. And put it in a $5 LP frame. And hung it on my wall. I'm so stupid. It rocks, though. Also bought an Edwyn Collins album, because my love of Bernard Butler has led me down all manner of musical alleyways.
Speakin' of him, I got a "You Must Go On" single in the mail today (off eBay) - it has flamingos on it, and a little CD-shaped postcard to fill out and send in for info on his fan club? I didn't know there was one. I might ask him if it's still alive on his forum (I doubt it is). And on the single, there's a song called "Bare With Me" and I keep cringing in amusement because the British cannot spell. It's BEAR with me. LOLLERSK8S.
Unless it's something like, actually be bare (naked) with him. But I'm not going down that road.
Although going down that road does remind me that Dessy wants me to make my own Hot List, and I'm afraid to. All the men I'm drawn to are So British (And Somewhat Homosexual), and... well, I actually like pretty conventionally sexy girls. At least, I think so.
Then there are more embarrassing attractions like the singer in Maroon 5, who suddenly became attractive in the "Makes Me Wonder" video, and I keep watching it, and wondering, and singing, because I love the song, too. It's all disco-jive! w00t. And why/when did Adam Levine become attractive?!?! I hate myself.
But speaking of jives! Dessy and I DANCED in my room last night, before I started to feel really crappy, and she has some Moves on her. It was great fun. The Faint's "Worked Up So Sexual" got her all down with her bad self. We got some blackmail pictures. And then we watched a horribly-made, plotless gay romantic "comedy" (Dessy enjoyed pointing out all the signs that this was a director's first film - viz., all the things that made it crappy) and some more of Firefly, which was ultimately more amusing. Halfway through the movie, though, I felt REALLY SICK and by Firefly, I was pretty much miserable. I hate being sick, BUT IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT, SMEG. GERMS TRAVEL.
Back to being sick and complaining, I guess.
My sibling feels guilty for some reason that I got her cold, so she's been overdoing it with love and attention. She went out to get live crickets for the bird (who we released today - he's wandering around the yard tweeping and finding his own food, but he's not a great flier yet, so I'm sure we'll help him out a little more if necessary) and didn't come back for a while. Mom called her and she'd gone on an errand to Mulhall's (local plant/garden shop) for an application (Smeg, who never updates her journal to tell you these things, is applying for jobs all over the place, so if you know of anywhere kewl to work, let me know. Yours truly WOULD apply, but I feel guilty because I only want to work through June & the start of July, and then take a month off, and then return in August. And/or quit if I really hate it, because I suck).
Anyway, Smeg returned with Frosties for all of us (soothed my throat!) and one of their really cute 'reversible' purses - it's red and white gingham, and matches the Ultimate Summer Outfit I seem to have compiled. It's all red & white. When I'm feeling better, I'll wear it and have someone take glamorous photos. I shall have to wear it for Tiffy's birthday party, wherever that is, and whatever else fancy takes place this summer! It'll be great. Oh, and she put some chocolate-caramel brownie mix and a bottle of my favorite raspberry tea in the purse, too. <333 Smeggg.
I fell asleep half-dressed at 3 last night and woke up at 10:30, dragged myself into the shower, and put on sweats so I could hang out downstairs, watching mystery programs with my mom while we knitted. I'm half done with a purse! I got another knitting loom yesterday and I have been collecting yarns and stuff for this purse for a while - it's all fuchsia/magenta/purple tones. Hopefully it turns out to be usable - I always make the shittiest projects that never get worn/used.
Yesterday was great fun until I got sick! Mom wanted to run to Hancock Fabrics and Michaels for some knitting needles and some batting with which to refurbish her dad's old rocking chair. It is - well, was - this old burnt-orange tweedy thing with wooden handles and no cushioning. Mom's dad died in 1991 and it's one of the relics from his house that she treasures, so she and Smeg have taken off the old shit and are putting on cushioning and recovering it in a nice dark blue fabric. I'm glad for her! I hate the handles, though, so I'll probably still never sit in it. NEWAYZ (my entries are so non-sequitor, I apologize), we shopped there and I got my little loom - this $7 purple heavy plastic pegboard thing. Then we ate Subway and went home and I went out on my own to pick up Destiny and put gas in the car.
I stopped at Homers because when I was there the other night to buy a ticket to the June 14th Faint show (anyone going? I'm giving them another chance) Smeg saw A SUEDE RECORD ON THE WALL. HEAD MUSIC. AND IT WAS $10. AND I DIDN'T BUY IT SO YESTERDAY I BOUGHT IT. And put it in a $5 LP frame. And hung it on my wall. I'm so stupid. It rocks, though. Also bought an Edwyn Collins album, because my love of Bernard Butler has led me down all manner of musical alleyways.
Speakin' of him, I got a "You Must Go On" single in the mail today (off eBay) - it has flamingos on it, and a little CD-shaped postcard to fill out and send in for info on his fan club? I didn't know there was one. I might ask him if it's still alive on his forum (I doubt it is). And on the single, there's a song called "Bare With Me" and I keep cringing in amusement because the British cannot spell. It's BEAR with me. LOLLERSK8S.
Unless it's something like, actually be bare (naked) with him. But I'm not going down that road.
Although going down that road does remind me that Dessy wants me to make my own Hot List, and I'm afraid to. All the men I'm drawn to are So British (And Somewhat Homosexual), and... well, I actually like pretty conventionally sexy girls. At least, I think so.
Then there are more embarrassing attractions like the singer in Maroon 5, who suddenly became attractive in the "Makes Me Wonder" video, and I keep watching it, and wondering, and singing, because I love the song, too. It's all disco-jive! w00t. And why/when did Adam Levine become attractive?!?! I hate myself.
But speaking of jives! Dessy and I DANCED in my room last night, before I started to feel really crappy, and she has some Moves on her. It was great fun. The Faint's "Worked Up So Sexual" got her all down with her bad self. We got some blackmail pictures. And then we watched a horribly-made, plotless gay romantic "comedy" (Dessy enjoyed pointing out all the signs that this was a director's first film - viz., all the things that made it crappy) and some more of Firefly, which was ultimately more amusing. Halfway through the movie, though, I felt REALLY SICK and by Firefly, I was pretty much miserable. I hate being sick, BUT IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT, SMEG. GERMS TRAVEL.
Back to being sick and complaining, I guess.