I exist!
Yes, for a brief time, I once again exist on the internet! The occasion was provided for by my sister deciding to be generous and to allow me to access her computer. Oh, joy!
Nothing of interest happened today. (Oh, great. A rare opportunity to update my lj, and the real substance of the entry has already evaporated). Let's see...
Yesterday, I was completing my chores in anticipation of being able to spend some time with Sam, when he called and revealed to me that he has becomed plagued with a minor Illness. Naturally, we had to cancel our plans. *sigh* And then Cathy called and invited me to eat dinner/hang out with Alex, her, and others, (which eventually included Dan, Aaron, Will, and Jessica). I accepted, and after some delay, was able to come over. We bickered a bit about what the choice of food would be whilst Aaron and Dan drove over to Safeway to rent a movie from Hollywood video. Eventually, Alex, Will and I trekked out to Subway to wreak havoc and buy sandwiches (activities which I find often coincide) while Cathy and Jessica held down the fort. Then Will, the bastard, switched my phone to Spanish while I was ordering. I exacted my revenge by smacking him with said sandwich. Ah, violence.
.....No, I really did smack him with a sandwich. But it was all wrapped up in a plastic bag, so did not create a mess.
And then we came back, ordered pizza for the others, and watched a StarWars animation movie. And. it. was. hilarious. Corny dialouge becomes even more noticeable in animated films. And Yoda and Mace Windo were extremely badass (a topic we discussed in depth while watching the movie). Yay for poor quality films.
And then Friday, my birthday. I'm 17. Woot. I can see R-rated films. And also NC-17 rated films. Not that I know of any NC-17 rated films that I would like to see. And not that I really care about getting in to restricted films. Truly, there is just nothing much to say about the birthday, other than I don't know what to do for a party. I'm finding that I really don't care all too much anymore. I don't have naything I want for my birthday; I'm not interested in a huge birthday celebration. All I really want is some time with Sam, some time with my family. Of course, going back to an earlier point, Sam is sick. The gods hate me, it seems.
Yeah, today was boring.
I've been listening to this CD that Sam gave me for my birthday. The artist is this Scottish woman (or Irish, I can't tell which. Merely that she has an accent) named Kate Rusby. She has this pretty, simple voice and sings folksy, old-ballad types of songs. They're pleasant. The mood of the CD reminds me of summer and young love. I don't know, I'm liking life right now, I feel. Yes. Despite the grayness of the weather. I walked out to feed my neighbor's dog, and the air was crisp and succulent, like a sour green apple. The atmosphere was cool and wet, and the hills outside my window were fresh and green. Cold and idyllic. It reminded me of the misty green hills of the land from whence came the old ballads I've been listening to (namely, Great Britain). In the end, I was inspired to write a trifle of a poem. Y'know, with words like "bonny" and "o'er" in it. Anyway, I haven't written a poem in a while, and it pleased me a bit.
Nothing of interest happened today. (Oh, great. A rare opportunity to update my lj, and the real substance of the entry has already evaporated). Let's see...
Yesterday, I was completing my chores in anticipation of being able to spend some time with Sam, when he called and revealed to me that he has becomed plagued with a minor Illness. Naturally, we had to cancel our plans. *sigh* And then Cathy called and invited me to eat dinner/hang out with Alex, her, and others, (which eventually included Dan, Aaron, Will, and Jessica). I accepted, and after some delay, was able to come over. We bickered a bit about what the choice of food would be whilst Aaron and Dan drove over to Safeway to rent a movie from Hollywood video. Eventually, Alex, Will and I trekked out to Subway to wreak havoc and buy sandwiches (activities which I find often coincide) while Cathy and Jessica held down the fort. Then Will, the bastard, switched my phone to Spanish while I was ordering. I exacted my revenge by smacking him with said sandwich. Ah, violence.
.....No, I really did smack him with a sandwich. But it was all wrapped up in a plastic bag, so did not create a mess.
And then we came back, ordered pizza for the others, and watched a StarWars animation movie. And. it. was. hilarious. Corny dialouge becomes even more noticeable in animated films. And Yoda and Mace Windo were extremely badass (a topic we discussed in depth while watching the movie). Yay for poor quality films.
And then Friday, my birthday. I'm 17. Woot. I can see R-rated films. And also NC-17 rated films. Not that I know of any NC-17 rated films that I would like to see. And not that I really care about getting in to restricted films. Truly, there is just nothing much to say about the birthday, other than I don't know what to do for a party. I'm finding that I really don't care all too much anymore. I don't have naything I want for my birthday; I'm not interested in a huge birthday celebration. All I really want is some time with Sam, some time with my family. Of course, going back to an earlier point, Sam is sick. The gods hate me, it seems.
Yeah, today was boring.
I've been listening to this CD that Sam gave me for my birthday. The artist is this Scottish woman (or Irish, I can't tell which. Merely that she has an accent) named Kate Rusby. She has this pretty, simple voice and sings folksy, old-ballad types of songs. They're pleasant. The mood of the CD reminds me of summer and young love. I don't know, I'm liking life right now, I feel. Yes. Despite the grayness of the weather. I walked out to feed my neighbor's dog, and the air was crisp and succulent, like a sour green apple. The atmosphere was cool and wet, and the hills outside my window were fresh and green. Cold and idyllic. It reminded me of the misty green hills of the land from whence came the old ballads I've been listening to (namely, Great Britain). In the end, I was inspired to write a trifle of a poem. Y'know, with words like "bonny" and "o'er" in it. Anyway, I haven't written a poem in a while, and it pleased me a bit.