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wStuff You Don't Wanna Know But Are Reading Anyway |
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I dunno how you found this, but alas, here you are. So enjoy the frightening fruits of my troubled little brain.
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wSunday, April 20, 2003 |
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feeling: hot and tired
listening to: Futurama
I know I had something I wanted to blog about. But for the life of me I can't remember what it is. *kicks brain*
It seems that at our little family Easter shendig the other day I somehow gave my other half the impression that I was annoyed with her... maybe cause I kinda left the room and stepped outside on several occasions while she played some Threads of Fate after I said I'd join in... :\ Gomen gomen, aibou! I just got up a couple times when I heard my nephy doing/squeeing/jabbering something funny that I was curious to see... and when I stepped outside to see what it was I somehow got tangled up in keeping an eye on him while everyone else talked about other stuff... that seems to happen often x_x Heh, like once when me and my parents took him to my other grandparents' place and I was the one who had to make a flying leap to catch him every time he went waddling toward the stairway that went downstairs... no one else even bothered to stay in the same room when I was around... if not for me he'd have fallen down those stairs and busted his head about 15 times over ><;; *end tangent* Sorry anyhow! Don't worry... you don't annoy me XD~
Mom intends to get me the Spirited Away DVD as a late Easter gift. Wee! I dance~
It's weird. Lately every weekend I rediscover a different old favorite movie/actor. Last weekend I saw Rush Hour and remembered just how cool Jackie Chan is and how hysterical his bloopers are... the weekend before that I saw Rush Hour 2, which I'd never seen before and which had even funnier bloopers... and yesterday I watched Wedding Singer. One of my favorite movies. The ending is just so sickeningly freaking sweet. :P And I like Drew Barrymore in it. Speaking of her, I saw part of Never Been Kissed yesterday also, which I'd never seen. Now I wanna see it. I like the late-90s Drew Barrymore. Shut up.
I'll keep going like this until I remember what it was I originally meant to blog :P
I'm also gonna bop Dumplin' on the nose if she continues to say I'll make a good mother someday XP *wields boppin' finger*
Oh, yesterday I watched a dog show on Animal Planet. They have one every couple months or so, and I only watch them in hopes of seeing a Great Dane, the breed I will fantasize about owning until the day I die, actually place in its group. I've watched gobs of dog shows in my life and never even seen a Great Dane make the final cut in the Working Group... the judge always just walks by the Danes without a second glance and goes right to the Doberman. Dobermans place EVERY time. ¬.¬ Sooo, yesterday I'm watching the Working Group, and lo and behold... the Great Dane came in fourth place in the group! I was surprised enough to see it make the final cut (top 8-12 or so), let alone actually place in the top four. I dunno what it is about Danes that judges don't like, but it seems the curse was temporarily lifted. I was happy. ^_^ I want a Dane so bad... they're so cute~
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Ok, I give up. I'll never remember what I was gonna blog. *sigh* Away I go again.
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 4/20/2003 11:21:00 PM
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wSunday, April 06, 2003 |
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feeling: rotten
listening to: nothing
I am crying right now. And I don't even know why. I, like, NEVER cry, let alone without reason.
This has been the lousiest week I've been forced through in ages. First it was that stupid stomach bug, reaffirming my stomach-sickness-phobia, then I didn't get to just kick back and rest and recover for a day or two like I needed to, cause I had to put up with the first week of what will prove to be the most evil quarter I've been through yet. A week goes by and I still have no appetite or energy, yet I have so much junk to do, it's not funny. Went home for the weekend and got to enjoy a couple days of vegetating in the reclining armchair and being with my parents (the whole 'mommy as a comfort object' concept doesn't just apply to toddlers anymore!), then I had to come back to the dorm, back to spending 97% of all my free time either studying or cleaning the fish tanks (takes 2 or 3 hours a week). Speaking of which, to add insult to injury, my fish is sick AGAIN.
Today mom reminded me that I've now completed 2 1/2 years of college as of the end of spring break last weekend. She also reminded me that my brother quit college at the same 2 1/2 year marker I just passed. I think I'm starting to understand why.
I wish I weren't such a wuss. Crying isn't helping me at all. Last thing I need is to cry myself sick again. And yet I'm pretty sure there's absolutely nothing that could bring me out of this funk at the moment. Vicious cycles.
Back to homework... *end pity party*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 4/06/2003 09:49:00 PM
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