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Jun. 6th, 2005 07:17 amSpent yesterday with the widget and then Arianne. It was mostly fun, if you ignore the fact that by 7:30, I could not keep my damn eyes open. However, I think that was mostly due to the fact that I never did get a nap. So I basically stayed up for 24 hours straight. Now had she decided to ride around in her teeny tiny cute little car other than my jaunt to books a million [no magazines. woe.] where I got to "let" her listen to my current favoritist song. Which both she and Derrick at least pretended to like. And since Ari's not too good with the pretending to adore my addiction of the week, I'd say she actually meant it. Unlike Cass, she might like zee band if I keep all lyrics away from her. ;) Cass is more likely to fall for their lyrics ["ooooh! morbid! melikey!"] and then possibly deign to like their music. On the other hand, I just realized that much as I'd like someone else around here to at least tolerate the band, I really don't want to gift wrap an addiction to them and pass it off to Cass. I'd forgotten until I got home yesterday just how good she is at taking an addiction and running with it.
Anyway. While at Ari's I got to see Devils Advocate, and dude. dude. I probably would have been as "ooooooh!" about it had they not given it impossible hype before popping it in the machine and pressing play. On the other hand, had I been a little less loopy, I would have worried the faces would have haunted my dreams.
Then they had no idea what to do, so they decided, "yay! We'll watch Dead Like Me!" and I'm thinking, okay, sure. And if you ignore the fact that I spent most of the time thinking, "She doesn't look 18. Ooooh! Clown doctor! Rebecca Gayheart! I miss you! Ooooooh, accents, yummy" I'd say I was right to be mightily pissed off that the show started after my freebie Showtime love ended. Woe. But then I could not stay awake during the last half hour. My eyelids would close, and they'd open and they'd close and I worried that I was starting to just dream the visuals to go with the audio, but I gather I managed to stay awake til the end.
That's when we hit the bookstore, came home, called Cass back [while waiting for fooooooood] and fussed because she owes me an email. She came back with, "But I did email you!" and sure enough, when I checked ten minutes later, she did. It was one fucking line. That's not an email, that's a plea for attention. Annnnnway. I made her promise that she'd actually give us the email we wanted before tomorrow morning.
It is tomorrow morning. There is not another email sitting in my box. The third song did send. She blew me off.
Why, oh why do I even try? Woe. I'm debating trying to see my movie today. *yawns*
I'm hungry. I thought maybe icecream for breakkie would do it. It did not.
Anyway. While at Ari's I got to see Devils Advocate, and dude. dude. I probably would have been as "ooooooh!" about it had they not given it impossible hype before popping it in the machine and pressing play. On the other hand, had I been a little less loopy, I would have worried the faces would have haunted my dreams.
Then they had no idea what to do, so they decided, "yay! We'll watch Dead Like Me!" and I'm thinking, okay, sure. And if you ignore the fact that I spent most of the time thinking, "She doesn't look 18. Ooooh! Clown doctor! Rebecca Gayheart! I miss you! Ooooooh, accents, yummy" I'd say I was right to be mightily pissed off that the show started after my freebie Showtime love ended. Woe. But then I could not stay awake during the last half hour. My eyelids would close, and they'd open and they'd close and I worried that I was starting to just dream the visuals to go with the audio, but I gather I managed to stay awake til the end.
That's when we hit the bookstore, came home, called Cass back [while waiting for fooooooood] and fussed because she owes me an email. She came back with, "But I did email you!" and sure enough, when I checked ten minutes later, she did. It was one fucking line. That's not an email, that's a plea for attention. Annnnnway. I made her promise that she'd actually give us the email we wanted before tomorrow morning.
It is tomorrow morning. There is not another email sitting in my box. The third song did send. She blew me off.
Why, oh why do I even try? Woe. I'm debating trying to see my movie today. *yawns*
I'm hungry. I thought maybe icecream for breakkie would do it. It did not.
