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Dec. 30th, 2004 08:29 pmUgh. Ugh. Triple ugh. I think I overestimated my ability to do stuff. *falls face first onto the floor*
I just rearanged the big pieces of furniture in my room, excluding Bob [as he's got his own room and all.] and Jesus, I think I made a big mistake. But there's no way in hell I'm moving things around again until I sleep for a decade. For those who vaguely remember the room tour previously, the bed was under the window. Now it's along the short wall and the trundle is under the bed again. Decided it's time to not sleep on the trundle and not think every so often a silly girly thought [for instance,and feel free to gag, my cynical side does, I'll stop and think about falling asleep next to ryan who'd then go on to hog both beds.] and consider it a reason to keep the bed set up as it was. Anyway. Bookcase that was on the short wall is now on the opposite wall. Fantabulous idea in theory. Only I forgot that I've got like... 8 comic book boxes and assorted other boxes that lived under my beds that I now have to deal with. All this was done to make room for my new bookcase you see, and now I've no place to put it... again. Dammit. I'm pondering if it'll fit under the window. I guess I'll just freak out about it after it's assembled. Until then I refuse to fret about it.
Mainly because my brain would probably freeze.
Bought Dad's presents and card and now I'm all kinds of done with that. Score. And because I'm all sorts of obnoxious, I bought Garden State after contemplating various CDs and the Evanescence CD/DVD. But then I remembered zee movie was out and I had to buy it. I hope I like it. Now's a silly time to hope that, huh? I'll find out tomorrow, I suppose.
I'm so freakin' tired, I could sleep on the floor in here, and considering how nasty this floor is, that says a lot. I wish my sheets would hurry up and dry. The moment they're dry, I'm stumbling up to my room, making the bed, and passing out. Mmmm. Thinking about that makes me six different kinds of happy. Which is sort of sad, I suppose, but damn it. New sheets are a little slice of heaven and I don't care how much of a dork that makes me.
In the process of cleaning the room, I had to strip the bookcase of all the goodies, including my numerous Sailormoon things. I miss being full blown obsessive, but I don't miss watching the catfighting in the fandom. Trade off. Wonder if I can find my Davidy copied version of Stars around here...
Chapped lips are a special kind of hell. Thought I'd share.
*stares at the dryer* hurry up and buzz, dammit. Buzz!
and thanks to the divine miss T I've heard sleeps with butterflies and while I don't dislike the song, I don't like the whole thing as much as I like the chorus and certain lines. Tis a cute song though. Certain parts I think I could love, but not in an obsessive love affair with a song sort of way. [taxi ride is an example of an obsessive love affair with a song.]
I just rearanged the big pieces of furniture in my room, excluding Bob [as he's got his own room and all.] and Jesus, I think I made a big mistake. But there's no way in hell I'm moving things around again until I sleep for a decade. For those who vaguely remember the room tour previously, the bed was under the window. Now it's along the short wall and the trundle is under the bed again. Decided it's time to not sleep on the trundle and not think every so often a silly girly thought [for instance,and feel free to gag, my cynical side does, I'll stop and think about falling asleep next to ryan who'd then go on to hog both beds.] and consider it a reason to keep the bed set up as it was. Anyway. Bookcase that was on the short wall is now on the opposite wall. Fantabulous idea in theory. Only I forgot that I've got like... 8 comic book boxes and assorted other boxes that lived under my beds that I now have to deal with. All this was done to make room for my new bookcase you see, and now I've no place to put it... again. Dammit. I'm pondering if it'll fit under the window. I guess I'll just freak out about it after it's assembled. Until then I refuse to fret about it.
Mainly because my brain would probably freeze.
Bought Dad's presents and card and now I'm all kinds of done with that. Score. And because I'm all sorts of obnoxious, I bought Garden State after contemplating various CDs and the Evanescence CD/DVD. But then I remembered zee movie was out and I had to buy it. I hope I like it. Now's a silly time to hope that, huh? I'll find out tomorrow, I suppose.
I'm so freakin' tired, I could sleep on the floor in here, and considering how nasty this floor is, that says a lot. I wish my sheets would hurry up and dry. The moment they're dry, I'm stumbling up to my room, making the bed, and passing out. Mmmm. Thinking about that makes me six different kinds of happy. Which is sort of sad, I suppose, but damn it. New sheets are a little slice of heaven and I don't care how much of a dork that makes me.
In the process of cleaning the room, I had to strip the bookcase of all the goodies, including my numerous Sailormoon things. I miss being full blown obsessive, but I don't miss watching the catfighting in the fandom. Trade off. Wonder if I can find my Davidy copied version of Stars around here...
Chapped lips are a special kind of hell. Thought I'd share.
*stares at the dryer* hurry up and buzz, dammit. Buzz!
and thanks to the divine miss T I've heard sleeps with butterflies and while I don't dislike the song, I don't like the whole thing as much as I like the chorus and certain lines. Tis a cute song though. Certain parts I think I could love, but not in an obsessive love affair with a song sort of way. [taxi ride is an example of an obsessive love affair with a song.]
