Look! Userpic!
I am bored, and so I am posting. Again. In the same day. (basically. I'm in Pacific time, my LJ's in Central)
I got a userpic. Actually, I now have three. They're all Robert Doisneau pics. He is my new obsession. I don't even know how I got introduced to him. But I did. And La Baiser (French for The Kiss) is my favorite. That's not the real name. It's La Baiser De La something. I dunno. It's The Kiss by the Hotel something-or-other. The other two are two other couples, and include Happiness and Last Waltz. None of them are complete--they are all cropped. But they're still pretty.
I watched Grey's Anatomy. I forgot how much I love that show. I think just because I don't obsess about it like GG and Alias and VM I don't think I love it. And I was thinking about it, and I think I was under the impression that I didn't like it that obsessively. But after I started watching it last season I never missed an episode, and usually watched it at Caroline's house while unpacking. It was the only thing I ever watched on Sundays.
It was really good, too. Like, really good. I love that show. Poor Cristina. I love Meredith. Stupid Isabelle. George is the best. "McBastard" had me laughing out loud. And McDreamy's wife looked insanely familiar. I wonder if she's a H!ITG or I just saw her in something.
Yahoo! Messenger Music rocks.
I want to go home. I keep thinking that tomorrow is when I'm leaving, but it's not. It's the day after. This saddens me.
Tomorrow I shall pack. And, pack. And that's it. Oh, and read. And write. I should write something. Either "My Family History" or "Others' Mistakes". I really like OM now. It's amazing how much I got into it. Forget about anything else I've written.
I'm all idea-ed out on fluffy fics, which saddens me, because I want to write one. But it's hard to write a fluffy fic when you don't care about the characters. I didn't realize it until a few minutes ago, but it's true. I'm not too sure how much I care right now. This saddens me.
I have to see what happens with Alias. I believe I have a morbid interest in GG. Otherwise, I'd tell Ali to forget it and just stop taping things for me. VM is the best show I've seen in a while. Well written, well acted. And I've only seen two episodes. They rocked, by-the-by.
I hate this. Hate. HATE. Loathe. Abhor.
Nothing will ever be normal again, and it's scary.
I was so looking forward to a crazy-insane-ab-fab senior year. We were gonna do three plays--one senior play. I was gonna make my move on Donnie--sad and scary, but true. We were gonna freak out about applications and scholarships and some people were gonna settle and others were gonna shoot for the moon. We were gonna bitch about Deano and how she thinks AP means homework every night. I was gonna stay over a lot. We were gonna have more fights about senior t-shirts and hoodies, and then finally decide on a crappy song and colors that we were all gonna come to love by the end of the year. We were gonna go to our prom on April 1st. We were gonna pass the senior cross onto the juniors, and cry at graduation on May 27th. And then I was going to do nothing except maybe go to my dad's for a week or two during the summer, and spend the majority of my time in the Bay, with all my friends.
Hee. Green Day's "Good Riddance" just came on.
I was gonna get kissed this year. God willing, maybe I will.
I'll never be normal again. It used to be the worst that I could say would be, "I moved before my junior year of high school and commuted my last two years." Now it's "My shit got wiped away by Katrina and I had to give up all semblance of normalcy for at least a year."
I went to the aquarium today. Watched Monterey Bay wash some sand away.
Water's some powerful shit, man. And now...I'm going to produce some more.
Man. Talk about wonder killing.
How do I make my LJ pretty? Do I have to pay? That sucks. My LJ's ugly.
I miss Mandy. And people who talk to me. "Where is everybody?"
I hope I can be happy again.
I got a userpic. Actually, I now have three. They're all Robert Doisneau pics. He is my new obsession. I don't even know how I got introduced to him. But I did. And La Baiser (French for The Kiss) is my favorite. That's not the real name. It's La Baiser De La something. I dunno. It's The Kiss by the Hotel something-or-other. The other two are two other couples, and include Happiness and Last Waltz. None of them are complete--they are all cropped. But they're still pretty.
I watched Grey's Anatomy. I forgot how much I love that show. I think just because I don't obsess about it like GG and Alias and VM I don't think I love it. And I was thinking about it, and I think I was under the impression that I didn't like it that obsessively. But after I started watching it last season I never missed an episode, and usually watched it at Caroline's house while unpacking. It was the only thing I ever watched on Sundays.
It was really good, too. Like, really good. I love that show. Poor Cristina. I love Meredith. Stupid Isabelle. George is the best. "McBastard" had me laughing out loud. And McDreamy's wife looked insanely familiar. I wonder if she's a H!ITG or I just saw her in something.
Yahoo! Messenger Music rocks.
I want to go home. I keep thinking that tomorrow is when I'm leaving, but it's not. It's the day after. This saddens me.
Tomorrow I shall pack. And, pack. And that's it. Oh, and read. And write. I should write something. Either "My Family History" or "Others' Mistakes". I really like OM now. It's amazing how much I got into it. Forget about anything else I've written.
I'm all idea-ed out on fluffy fics, which saddens me, because I want to write one. But it's hard to write a fluffy fic when you don't care about the characters. I didn't realize it until a few minutes ago, but it's true. I'm not too sure how much I care right now. This saddens me.
I have to see what happens with Alias. I believe I have a morbid interest in GG. Otherwise, I'd tell Ali to forget it and just stop taping things for me. VM is the best show I've seen in a while. Well written, well acted. And I've only seen two episodes. They rocked, by-the-by.
I hate this. Hate. HATE. Loathe. Abhor.
Nothing will ever be normal again, and it's scary.
I was so looking forward to a crazy-insane-ab-fab senior year. We were gonna do three plays--one senior play. I was gonna make my move on Donnie--sad and scary, but true. We were gonna freak out about applications and scholarships and some people were gonna settle and others were gonna shoot for the moon. We were gonna bitch about Deano and how she thinks AP means homework every night. I was gonna stay over a lot. We were gonna have more fights about senior t-shirts and hoodies, and then finally decide on a crappy song and colors that we were all gonna come to love by the end of the year. We were gonna go to our prom on April 1st. We were gonna pass the senior cross onto the juniors, and cry at graduation on May 27th. And then I was going to do nothing except maybe go to my dad's for a week or two during the summer, and spend the majority of my time in the Bay, with all my friends.
Hee. Green Day's "Good Riddance" just came on.
I was gonna get kissed this year. God willing, maybe I will.
I'll never be normal again. It used to be the worst that I could say would be, "I moved before my junior year of high school and commuted my last two years." Now it's "My shit got wiped away by Katrina and I had to give up all semblance of normalcy for at least a year."
I went to the aquarium today. Watched Monterey Bay wash some sand away.
Water's some powerful shit, man. And now...I'm going to produce some more.
Man. Talk about wonder killing.
How do I make my LJ pretty? Do I have to pay? That sucks. My LJ's ugly.
I miss Mandy. And people who talk to me. "Where is everybody?"
I hope I can be happy again.