what doggie, what doggie and "cmeredoggie!"

It's time for another round of Hey Impy where a small imaginary creature [I was going to say critter, but I caught myself speaking with an accent earlier, and I only allow one Southernism at a time. A matter of pride, or somethin' :p] asks a question and you pretend to care about the answer.

Hey, Impy, what the hell is that sound?
  That's the sound of squirrels running races overhead. If there's a big thump and then something seems to be dragged overhead, I assume Bunny Squirrel [honestly, I think s/he's dead ;_;] or his/her minions has just sacrificed another for the monthly ritual. Nothing to worry about until the blood leaks through your ceiling.

After a few years of fantabulous spelling, I've realized lately I've given up caring. So long as I never spell future "fuchur" [actually, I think that's too close to the actual spelling, but you get the idea], I'm happy. I love Ms. Fuchur, but I never want six people spending an hour trying to figure out what the hell one word is, and then having to repeat the process every other word to understand what I'm saying.

Things I love, because I'm feeling optimistic [and this means something will fall out of the sky and kill me]:
- Fast food for breakfast, particularly a cheeseburger.
- The smile on my nephew's face when he sees me for the first time.
- The hug my nephew gives me when he's feeling sorry for himself and needs a cuddle.
- Rainy days.
- Windy days that don't make me think, "aaaaaiiiiee, tornado! I'm gonna die!"
- cold windy, rainy days. ;)
- a good new book.
- a fantastic song or CD
- pictures of Daniel Jones, because I still haven't kicked my love of him. Him and Angelina will be my two constants until I die. [yes, I know I'm butchering the language]
- Someone thinking I'm funny.


And other things. Like my toys. Oh, how I can't wait to play and go mad. Yes, it's going to be wonderful. Yes, you may run screaming... now.

Know the best thing about being new-ish in fandoms? Learning stuff. Unfortunately I have a habit of burning through fandoms really, really fast. [and sometimes I overstay my welcome, which is just too damn bad for whoever dun' like it.] Positive though. Learning new stuff! Gossip, tricks, general info, all kinds of things to flush all that craptacular algebra2 stuff from my brain [I swear, I never learned a damn thing in either class, except complete and total frustration.]. Note, this does not mean I like being so new that I have to ask really stupid questions all the damn time.

I've got a lot of time to think at work when I'm not keeping an eye out for a dude with illegally tinted [dude, if I can barely tell you're in there and we're parked right by a light? your windows are tinted too much] windows who is spying on the store. Yes, yes I do.

Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

sometimes i worry i'm going full on sane, and sometimes no.

random memory before I pass out... or eat, then pass out. wait, eat, set up my tape, then pass out.. with appologies to chinachina, but the sun just came out so perhaps she shall forgive me. or not.

anyway. memory:

tis that fun hazy blue twilight time that sometimes seems to last for hours in the summer [and sometimes it lasts for about ten seconds, but this was the former] and we're camped out on my bed which is actually the trundle smooshed with the frame and blankets creatively thrown about to keep the great divide from splitting and dropping us onto the floor. [that'd be an ow moment]. I'd been reading The Endless Nights off and on [reading, re-reading, it's all the same] for a few days and was re-reading Delirium's tale, cuz she's cute and because I could. It was also a way to avoid somehow hurting his feelings or having mine hurt, though he's lying on top of me [oi! fully clothed, and if you've ever seen my room after a couple of days with a visitor, you'd imagine I would be the only safe place in the damn room :p] and I let him stay if he'll read the story. Just that one. But noooooo. He's probably remembering the long list of things he's told me to read that I haven't [though I did cave on some. I think] but I point out it's not that long and come on, man. Trust me. So I fascinate myself with peeking at him through my hair [recently brushed, insert purring here] without being horribly obvious [it's hard to tell though, this whole blindness thing means I have to try very hard to see and still act casual aboot it]

and guess who's all, "dude! dude!" and asks to read another one? yah. Happy is I in that moment.

*purrs*

someone, smack me upside the head with something so I can sleep.