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feeling: restless
listening to: Dir en Grey - Obscure
Well, the mission is complete. My part of it is, anyway. The rest is up to the postal service... and I'm not sure if that's a positive thing or not... >.<
My throat is being slightly weird tonight. Better not be catching a cold. I have to sing tomorrow and Sunday. >_> Though on the other hand, that would give me a lovely excuse to stay home and vegetate like I'd normally do at those times...
Hmm... my bookshelf is now 2/3 re-stocked. Looking much better now. Just need to get rid of a bunch of 10-15 year old junk on the bottom shelf and make room for my manga and whatever else will fit there. Then clear the random knicknacks and toy thingies off the top surface to make room for tank #3. And yeah, this bookshelf makeover really makes little to no difference in the overall room-cleaning task I'm facing here. But it still counts as cleaning. >>
I suppose it would be ideal if I could get all this cleaning done by next weekend though... since I'll be spending that weekend with Calla again, which would give dad a full 2 days to work in here and get everything plastered and painted and ready to be lived in again without my choking on fresh paint fumes. Though I know those will still be there for a few days after it's done, but... yeah.
Anyway... somehow in the course of bookshelf rearranging, I ended up going through my senior yearbook this evening for the first time in a few years. And like, dude. I HAVE lost weight. x.x But then again, if I had to sit next to the kind of people I had to sit beside then for a new batch of pictures now, I'd still look huge in comparison... bunch of toothpicks... but anyway, yeah. Wow.
And that little walk down memory lane reminded me that this is the fifth year since I graduated from that hell hole. Which means this should be my first reunion year. Not that I'll be going. >.> Vast majority of the faces in that crowd I couldn't care less if I never see again. Well, except maybe for any reunions after the 10th year so I can take sadistic amusement in the fact that they'll all look 30 years older than me by then. Always fun to see what age does to people who dedicated every ounce of their energy and money and time in their youthful years to making themselves attractive. A lot of them are probably already in the early stages of sagging and wrinkling and stretch marks and massive freckles and beer bellies. Whereas to be honest I look better now than I probably ever have in my life. Not that that's saying much, but still... HA. :P
Anyway, vain moment over... >> <<
Actually, blog moment over too... ran out of random babble...
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 3/25/2005 01:55:00 AM
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