Archive for April, 2003
Hm. The first time I tried the test, I got Alder and Jobberknoll feather as well as an admonition to just shut up already and let someone else talk. *Blink* Granted, I’m ebullient here, but not nearly so much out in public.
The second time, I got this, which I think is relatively more accurate:
10 1/2 inches, cedar and floo powder, a strange
Gregorovitch combination indeed! You’ve been
bitten bad by the travel bug, and change is the
name of your game. A true wanderer, you can’t
stay long in one place and wish to travel the
world.
Which wand will yours be?
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I have to say, though, that I’m intrigued by the idea of the Yew and Stardust wand. Ooo, stars…
Tonight’s episode has a Guy With Wings! He’s not Khaarsa, but it doesn’t matter. He A) kicks ass and B) looks pretty much the way I imagine them.
A couple of things, though: How does Magneto -fly-? This has always puzzled/bugged me. And why does no one notice the collateral damage that any of the X-Men or Magneto Fiends (what are Magneto’s group called, anyhow?) do?
Tomorrow is Thursday already!
I know, thrillsville, you say.
But I am excited!
Why?
Because Thursday is almost Friday!
Whoopee, you say.
Yes, whoopee! Because Friday I have an appointment with Pansy, the ECA Auction Coordinator!
And this is spiffy ’cause…?
Because I might – quite probably — see Mark!
Yeah, I know, it makes me feel queasy too.
Which was one of the advantages to not being keen on even existing in the same hemisphere, let alone in the same building or room as him. I didn’t have to think about seeing him as something to look forward to; wasn’t so interested in even catching a -glimpse- of him… Hideous, really, just like being in high school all over again.
Although… Today, I was studying for my Japanese final with my partner, who happened to be a guy. And we had a good time, him being a little silly (suggesting I say my nationality was Argentinian, Antarctican, Martian…), but I wasn’t nervous or stressing about interacting with -him-. And after I left the building, I was thinking… Was that what it’s like, for normal people? Just to hang out, and talk and joke around, without any kind of…anything except for the amusement or whatever conjured up by the funny words or whatever? And that whatever had happened BM — Before Meds — was just a sick sad shade of what could -really- be?
So on the one hand, I want to see Mark just so I can test this hypothesis, to see if smiling brightly and actually just _talking_ to him can actually be accomplished without any sort of weirdness on my part.
On the other, I’d really rather not be having these stoooopid MushyGirlie thoughts running through my head.
Yep, new layout. And this one is made by me, all by myself. Ooh.
But there’s some guy-stuff, too. Figleaves: underthings for everybody
And I have the pictures to prove it.

Sleeping on a Creatures De Beaute catalog…

And sleeping with the dog.
The Universities of Tennessee-Knoxville and Southern Illinois Carbondale would like you to please tell them about your blog-reading habits. It’s mostly agree-disagree stuff, but interesting nonetheless. Well, providing you’re a survey geek, like me.
Toulouse chews her nails. No, more than the normal grooming-related chewing — she really gnaws on them. It doesn’t seem to be hurting her, or her claws, so I’m not worried. It’s just kinda weird.
Also, I’m not sure why, but the use of upside-down graphics in layouts bothers me. I think it’s just that I like things that are -supposed- to be oriented in a particular way to -stay- that way. *Shrug* Again, not a big deal, just something I’ve noticed.















