i've got you under my skin
oh my poor, neglected livejournal.
i find it mildly ironic how as soon as i actually have things to write about, i have no time to write about them. it's tricksy, i say, but is just fine by me.
last night i learned that even if ghosts are nice, i probably should try to never live with one due to the fact that i'm kind of nuts and blame every noise that takes place in the house on said ghost. it's a bit unfair of me, i suppose.
Memorial keeps sending me mail and implying i'm going there in the fall. that is not true in a blatant sort of way. seems like a strange choice on their part. maybe they think i'm playing hard-to-get. i should sit them down and explain to them that "i'm just not that into them".
the only tan line i have is on my feet, from my sandals. oh, the irish. we so crazy.
someone once told me that the percentage of irish people who get melanoma when they move to Australia is 99%. i think that's probably not true. i should look into it, perhaps. not that i was really intending on moving to Australia anytime in the near future.
i feel like i should warn you all, i am the crazy eights champion of the world. very slow business at Rogers Video has helped me make this realization. challenge me and feel my wrath.
i have now made it to season 5 of Buffy, which is wicked since i was on season 3 two weeks ago. i have replaced any and all regular TV watching with it. so if you bring up a really good episode of a show that is actually still on TV, i'll probably respond with a confused look and then i'll say, "that reminds me of on Buffy, when..." insert clever spike anecdote here.
my Metric ticket has been purchased. it's gonna be the awesome.
but now i need to go eat some cereal, as soon i will be taking "the Dartmouth ferry into the town".
well, in all honesty, i'll probably just take a bus.
but then i don't get to quote senior plaskett, do i?
i find it mildly ironic how as soon as i actually have things to write about, i have no time to write about them. it's tricksy, i say, but is just fine by me.
last night i learned that even if ghosts are nice, i probably should try to never live with one due to the fact that i'm kind of nuts and blame every noise that takes place in the house on said ghost. it's a bit unfair of me, i suppose.
Memorial keeps sending me mail and implying i'm going there in the fall. that is not true in a blatant sort of way. seems like a strange choice on their part. maybe they think i'm playing hard-to-get. i should sit them down and explain to them that "i'm just not that into them".
the only tan line i have is on my feet, from my sandals. oh, the irish. we so crazy.
someone once told me that the percentage of irish people who get melanoma when they move to Australia is 99%. i think that's probably not true. i should look into it, perhaps. not that i was really intending on moving to Australia anytime in the near future.
i feel like i should warn you all, i am the crazy eights champion of the world. very slow business at Rogers Video has helped me make this realization. challenge me and feel my wrath.
i have now made it to season 5 of Buffy, which is wicked since i was on season 3 two weeks ago. i have replaced any and all regular TV watching with it. so if you bring up a really good episode of a show that is actually still on TV, i'll probably respond with a confused look and then i'll say, "that reminds me of on Buffy, when..." insert clever spike anecdote here.
my Metric ticket has been purchased. it's gonna be the awesome.
but now i need to go eat some cereal, as soon i will be taking "the Dartmouth ferry into the town".
well, in all honesty, i'll probably just take a bus.
but then i don't get to quote senior plaskett, do i?