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as days fade and nights grow
Jun. 7th, 2005 05:18 amSay what you will, but I like Mondays. I like that network television has given up the ghost of ever luring me to sit in front of the idiot box on this most unholy of days, and so I can sleep through the evening without taping anything of interest. I love that while everyone is bitching up a storm about Monday, oh god, monday! I'm like, "Dude, pass the sunscreen."
... Except I don't go outside and tan because trust me, I already fried my skin enough for a lifetime when I was little. Distinct memories of numerous sunburns and then there was that one case of sun poisoning which taught my father and I a very important lesson. You really shouldn't spend the morning at the beach and then go spend the afternoon on the golf course without lots of water and perhaps not frenchfrying your skin. Yeah, despite the fact that I was dying, I still got shipped off to school that Monday since it was the last week. Fond memories...
Trip to B&N didn't yield much of interest. Picked up some 'zine and realized that odds are I won't really like any of the bands covered, but it was 1.99 and you got a free CD and the possibility of free stuff! Yeaahhhh. This was after I spent half a fucking hour waiting for this girl in a yellow shirt to give up reading this week's pressing news [In Touch! And any magazine featuring Paris Hilton] and move the fuck out of the way. Sit in front of the computer section, darling. The techies weren't on break yet, but the music section was crawling with people. So move your bleached blond head and get out of the way! I resisted the urge to accidentally drop a book on her head. But it was really tempting.
Nearly ran into one of the dudes from the comic bookstore seven billion times. Which wouldn't have been so bad if wasn't the guy who didn't feel the need to see if he could tease me until I'd snark something particularly bitchy at him. So after I checked the overpriced CDs, I bought my $2.12 of glee, and headed out to the car where I called Cass and fussed. This was at noon. We talked for maybe ten minutes and she hadn't downloaded the song when we started. When we ended, she was a little less than halfway through. She said she'd call back. When I called her at 4 [to distract me from the absence of the widget] she hadn't listened to it. Oi. I give. Okay? But back to the car. I fried. I swear, even with the AC blasting, I thought I'd melt.
The widget is cute when he isn't threatening to throw something at me. Yes indeedy. He refused to say goodbye when he left because, "I'll be back soon." Which he repeated over and over. I wonder if he pitches the same sort of bargaining about not leaving when he's on the way here? The terribly vain part of me says no, of course he wants to come visit me. :p
Spent the early part of the evening deboxing Bratz dollies. Because I can, and also I was sort of cleaning my room. Badly.
Got my $15 gift card to Walmart that I ordered two years ago. o_O Still, I could use it towards the bookcase I need to buy. If mini Noir gets here soon, I'll go through the boxes in the hall and then cart Noir and the boxes of stuff over to Cass's apartment and let her deal with her shit man.
Then I slept right through my opportunity to talk to Ryan because he'd already passed out.
Kay. We've managed to ferret out some favorites on i brought you my bullets.... Yay! Thing is, the damn thing still has a tendency to sound like one song all drawn out. :p However, that's been known to happen for Tori too. Oh, and caved and bought the Helena single. Because I'm just a big ol' dork.
Oddly enough, I still get startled by the brown hair.
Oh. and the aforementioned CD has perhaps the worst/best "do not steal our music man!" threat everrrrr: unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws and will result in gerard coming to your house and sucking your blood. Considering the amount of fangirls out there, you can see why it wins best and worst.
... Except I don't go outside and tan because trust me, I already fried my skin enough for a lifetime when I was little. Distinct memories of numerous sunburns and then there was that one case of sun poisoning which taught my father and I a very important lesson. You really shouldn't spend the morning at the beach and then go spend the afternoon on the golf course without lots of water and perhaps not frenchfrying your skin. Yeah, despite the fact that I was dying, I still got shipped off to school that Monday since it was the last week. Fond memories...
Trip to B&N didn't yield much of interest. Picked up some 'zine and realized that odds are I won't really like any of the bands covered, but it was 1.99 and you got a free CD and the possibility of free stuff! Yeaahhhh. This was after I spent half a fucking hour waiting for this girl in a yellow shirt to give up reading this week's pressing news [In Touch! And any magazine featuring Paris Hilton] and move the fuck out of the way. Sit in front of the computer section, darling. The techies weren't on break yet, but the music section was crawling with people. So move your bleached blond head and get out of the way! I resisted the urge to accidentally drop a book on her head. But it was really tempting.
Nearly ran into one of the dudes from the comic bookstore seven billion times. Which wouldn't have been so bad if wasn't the guy who didn't feel the need to see if he could tease me until I'd snark something particularly bitchy at him. So after I checked the overpriced CDs, I bought my $2.12 of glee, and headed out to the car where I called Cass and fussed. This was at noon. We talked for maybe ten minutes and she hadn't downloaded the song when we started. When we ended, she was a little less than halfway through. She said she'd call back. When I called her at 4 [to distract me from the absence of the widget] she hadn't listened to it. Oi. I give. Okay? But back to the car. I fried. I swear, even with the AC blasting, I thought I'd melt.
The widget is cute when he isn't threatening to throw something at me. Yes indeedy. He refused to say goodbye when he left because, "I'll be back soon." Which he repeated over and over. I wonder if he pitches the same sort of bargaining about not leaving when he's on the way here? The terribly vain part of me says no, of course he wants to come visit me. :p
Spent the early part of the evening deboxing Bratz dollies. Because I can, and also I was sort of cleaning my room. Badly.
Got my $15 gift card to Walmart that I ordered two years ago. o_O Still, I could use it towards the bookcase I need to buy. If mini Noir gets here soon, I'll go through the boxes in the hall and then cart Noir and the boxes of stuff over to Cass's apartment and let her deal with her shit man.
Then I slept right through my opportunity to talk to Ryan because he'd already passed out.
Kay. We've managed to ferret out some favorites on i brought you my bullets.... Yay! Thing is, the damn thing still has a tendency to sound like one song all drawn out. :p However, that's been known to happen for Tori too. Oh, and caved and bought the Helena single. Because I'm just a big ol' dork.
Oddly enough, I still get startled by the brown hair.
Oh. and the aforementioned CD has perhaps the worst/best "do not steal our music man!" threat everrrrr: unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws and will result in gerard coming to your house and sucking your blood. Considering the amount of fangirls out there, you can see why it wins best and worst.
