"Sweet dreams are made of these..."
Wow. I just spent 7 of the most hectic hours of my life working at Old Navy. Everyone and their mother was shopping there today and to top it all off my voice kept on disappearing so every now and then I went completely mime. I guess mum was indeed the word. See, my throat's been scratchy lately and I guess my voice just gave out. It was definitely sucky and I didn't feel well and there was SOOO much to do and now my feet hurt like the dickens and it's just nuts. I never want to work again. But I'm home now and I have off tomorrow so I'm happy. I also get paid tomorrow which is a plus.
So I was flipping through channels tonight and I came across Rygel totally macking it with the female version of him and Chrichton saying something about appendages. Haha. It was funny, but I turned it off when I found it that it was after the other Chrichton died and Aeryn was still not dealing with it and I just can't see anyone be mean to Chrichton. I can't do it. 'Specially when I know how much he loves her. Oh! And Seven damnit! I saw the part where D'argo was trying to give him advice and even they refer to the other Chrichton as "the copy". So there is an original and there is a copy. So I was justified in thinking that. And D'argo's exact words were "So now Aeryn thinks you're the copy." Or at least something like that. And even if I'm wrong just shake your head and sigh and said "dear, dear, silly Vixie" but don't tell me that I'm wrong because I'll go into hysterics. It's a very sensitive subject for me. Hehe.
So I typed in my birthday and this is what the site told me about myself:
Looks very decorative
no self-confident behavior
only courageous if necessary
needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings
very choosy
often lonely
great animosity
artistic nature
good organizer
tends to philosophy
reliable in any situation
takes partnership serious.
Want to give it a whirl?
I think it makes sense. The organizer thing is a little out there, but the rest of it fits pretty good. Thank you booshgal33. Or in my case... Joey!
Hmm... Still coughing, sorry 'bout that Jo. But the good thing about work tonight was that Joey came up to see my on my half an hour break and she brought me McDonalds. We likes McDonalds, don't we precious? Haha.
Yea, still a little distraught over Harry Potter, but now that Joey's done I can rant, rave, and vent. I'm still waiting for my little brother to finish to get his views. Hurry up Andy! *places hands on hips*
In other news, apparantly someone broke into my dad's AOL accout and sent of 1000 e-mails of spam and we've been temporarily banned by the AOL nazis. Interesting, is it not? They have to sort of investigate it to make sure we aren't really spammers and what not, so I can't access my AOL e-mail. Grr.. Arggg.. But whatever, it should be cleared up by Friday they said. *sniffles* You see, originally we all thought it was my brother trying to cyber with some willing... err.. females/males? We'll never know. And then we though he was harrassing the people in the lesbian chat rooms again, but no, the operator said that the problem came from my dad's e-mail account and since he's been in Louisiana for the past few days (until the 3rd of July) we know he didn't do anything. But yea, Nancy Drew and her many theories were thwarted again by the spam sucking ninny ninja's. Forgive me, I'm corny. It's a downfall I know.
I'm kinda getting tired. But I probably won't go to bed for a while. Had another fight/talk with mom about college recently, it's like all we ever do anymore. Neither of us understands the viewpoint of the other so it's like talking in circles without ever getting any points across. It would be comical if it weren't so depressing. In all likelihood (what a weird word, I don't even think that's how you spell it) I'll end up just going back to college and spending another 21 months trying to get through it. Which sometimes I have to admit, isn't really that bad. I was reading your journal firepony and I read about how Susan took you to dinner with the rest of the bellfifth didi's and it made me miss the dining hall and having meals with all of you. Not the food, mind you. Just the meals. Haha. But yea. I think I must be manic because sometimes I have really good feelings about it all and sometimes I'd rather die. Either that or I have two extremely emotionally conflicting split personalities in my head.. And after being introduced to Farscape, that idea doesn't actually seem too farfetched. That's another weird word. So umm yea. I don't think there really is anything else in my head right about now. Still excited about this weekend and going down to Atlantic City with Josh. Gosh I love the boardwalk and the beach and being out there on my own with him. It's liberating. 1 year together and he says it feels like a month. lol. I say it feels like Heaven.
*sigh* And I think that's all I have for you folks. Try me again later. And hey you... Don't be afraid to IM me or something. Cause, I'm sorta scared to IM you.. I'm a ninny I know.
G'night ladies and gentlemen of the live journal,
Diana
So I was flipping through channels tonight and I came across Rygel totally macking it with the female version of him and Chrichton saying something about appendages. Haha. It was funny, but I turned it off when I found it that it was after the other Chrichton died and Aeryn was still not dealing with it and I just can't see anyone be mean to Chrichton. I can't do it. 'Specially when I know how much he loves her. Oh! And Seven damnit! I saw the part where D'argo was trying to give him advice and even they refer to the other Chrichton as "the copy". So there is an original and there is a copy. So I was justified in thinking that. And D'argo's exact words were "So now Aeryn thinks you're the copy." Or at least something like that. And even if I'm wrong just shake your head and sigh and said "dear, dear, silly Vixie" but don't tell me that I'm wrong because I'll go into hysterics. It's a very sensitive subject for me. Hehe.
So I typed in my birthday and this is what the site told me about myself:
Looks very decorative
no self-confident behavior
only courageous if necessary
needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings
very choosy
often lonely
great animosity
artistic nature
good organizer
tends to philosophy
reliable in any situation
takes partnership serious.
Want to give it a whirl?
I think it makes sense. The organizer thing is a little out there, but the rest of it fits pretty good. Thank you booshgal33. Or in my case... Joey!
Hmm... Still coughing, sorry 'bout that Jo. But the good thing about work tonight was that Joey came up to see my on my half an hour break and she brought me McDonalds. We likes McDonalds, don't we precious? Haha.
Yea, still a little distraught over Harry Potter, but now that Joey's done I can rant, rave, and vent. I'm still waiting for my little brother to finish to get his views. Hurry up Andy! *places hands on hips*
In other news, apparantly someone broke into my dad's AOL accout and sent of 1000 e-mails of spam and we've been temporarily banned by the AOL nazis. Interesting, is it not? They have to sort of investigate it to make sure we aren't really spammers and what not, so I can't access my AOL e-mail. Grr.. Arggg.. But whatever, it should be cleared up by Friday they said. *sniffles* You see, originally we all thought it was my brother trying to cyber with some willing... err.. females/males? We'll never know. And then we though he was harrassing the people in the lesbian chat rooms again, but no, the operator said that the problem came from my dad's e-mail account and since he's been in Louisiana for the past few days (until the 3rd of July) we know he didn't do anything. But yea, Nancy Drew and her many theories were thwarted again by the spam sucking ninny ninja's. Forgive me, I'm corny. It's a downfall I know.
I'm kinda getting tired. But I probably won't go to bed for a while. Had another fight/talk with mom about college recently, it's like all we ever do anymore. Neither of us understands the viewpoint of the other so it's like talking in circles without ever getting any points across. It would be comical if it weren't so depressing. In all likelihood (what a weird word, I don't even think that's how you spell it) I'll end up just going back to college and spending another 21 months trying to get through it. Which sometimes I have to admit, isn't really that bad. I was reading your journal firepony and I read about how Susan took you to dinner with the rest of the bellfifth didi's and it made me miss the dining hall and having meals with all of you. Not the food, mind you. Just the meals. Haha. But yea. I think I must be manic because sometimes I have really good feelings about it all and sometimes I'd rather die. Either that or I have two extremely emotionally conflicting split personalities in my head.. And after being introduced to Farscape, that idea doesn't actually seem too farfetched. That's another weird word. So umm yea. I don't think there really is anything else in my head right about now. Still excited about this weekend and going down to Atlantic City with Josh. Gosh I love the boardwalk and the beach and being out there on my own with him. It's liberating. 1 year together and he says it feels like a month. lol. I say it feels like Heaven.
*sigh* And I think that's all I have for you folks. Try me again later. And hey you... Don't be afraid to IM me or something. Cause, I'm sorta scared to IM you.. I'm a ninny I know.
G'night ladies and gentlemen of the live journal,
Diana