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Dec. 16th, 2005 07:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impySomeone explain why I am perfectly capable of ignoring America's Next Top Model when it originally airs, but when VH1 shoves it all in a block, I cannot turn away?
I'm cooooooolld. It's funny. When I'm outside and everyone else is whining about the cold, I'm fine. But I come up here and after awhile I'm pretty much encased in ice.
On a whim I asked the parental units for a bike for christmas. I know, I felt all of eight again. I didn't think this would be a huge problem. Apparently I thought wrong. I should have just said, "buy Alice a friend." Muuuuuch easier. But no. I was all, hey, if I have a bike again, I might use it. And then I might lose a pound or two and have some me time. Fool. FOOL.
Mom keeps commenting on her inability to find one or something, and there's no polite way to say I would very much appreciate a gift this year since every other year when I go without and am told, "hey, we'll get you one in a couple of weeks when we can find it, okay?" that never happens. [Yes, I still hold a grudge for the birthday I was promised Tori tickets and they never came into being even though she was in town, not just in state/the area. Still.] I admit it's entirely possible/probable that she's just taunting me, but I get twitchy. The only people I really kind of 'expect' gifts from are my parents, and they frequently screw me over in favor of the boy getting some super cool gift.
the tori world mocks me! Who do I have to kill to get the Glory of the 80's video? Who? Cuz I will. You know I will.
Wrapped Ryan's presents yesterday. Sent them too. Need to wrap everyone else's, organize them, and find someplace safe for them. Maybe move the MyScene fleet and pile them on Bob. The desk is named Bob, remember.
I need to buy a whole bunch of magazine holders, or cave and buy one of those freaky expensive but nifty ones that holds a bunch.
Someone, come be the official person who brushes my hair. If you time it properly, you can probably talk me into damn near anything once you're done. All blissed out and sleepy when someone else takes the time to mess with my hair.
*returns to fruits basket*
I'm cooooooolld. It's funny. When I'm outside and everyone else is whining about the cold, I'm fine. But I come up here and after awhile I'm pretty much encased in ice.
On a whim I asked the parental units for a bike for christmas. I know, I felt all of eight again. I didn't think this would be a huge problem. Apparently I thought wrong. I should have just said, "buy Alice a friend." Muuuuuch easier. But no. I was all, hey, if I have a bike again, I might use it. And then I might lose a pound or two and have some me time. Fool. FOOL.
Mom keeps commenting on her inability to find one or something, and there's no polite way to say I would very much appreciate a gift this year since every other year when I go without and am told, "hey, we'll get you one in a couple of weeks when we can find it, okay?" that never happens. [Yes, I still hold a grudge for the birthday I was promised Tori tickets and they never came into being even though she was in town, not just in state/the area. Still.] I admit it's entirely possible/probable that she's just taunting me, but I get twitchy. The only people I really kind of 'expect' gifts from are my parents, and they frequently screw me over in favor of the boy getting some super cool gift.
the tori world mocks me! Who do I have to kill to get the Glory of the 80's video? Who? Cuz I will. You know I will.
Wrapped Ryan's presents yesterday. Sent them too. Need to wrap everyone else's, organize them, and find someplace safe for them. Maybe move the MyScene fleet and pile them on Bob. The desk is named Bob, remember.
I need to buy a whole bunch of magazine holders, or cave and buy one of those freaky expensive but nifty ones that holds a bunch.
Someone, come be the official person who brushes my hair. If you time it properly, you can probably talk me into damn near anything once you're done. All blissed out and sleepy when someone else takes the time to mess with my hair.
*returns to fruits basket*
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Date: 2005-12-16 04:37 pm (UTC)Okay, so I know this ruins the surprise unless your memory craps out on you and you forget, but I can't allow the Tori world to mock you. This will be your birthday present. You won't get it until your birthday, though. So don't buy it or let anyone else buy it for you in the next...*counts*...8 months. :o)
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:30 am (UTC)*hug*
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Date: 2005-12-16 05:52 pm (UTC)Last night I lost my mind and bid on a Fantastic Alice at $310...but then I sobered up (yes, drunken bidding is a bad thing. hee!) and was out bid. Am very relieved. XD
...that story had no point, I realize. XD Except that I almost got an Alice for way, way too much money.
Oh! And I'm getting incredibly obsessed with Bratz. XD
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:34 am (UTC)Mmm. Christmas cards for hair brushing? Fair trade. Except it's a little late... Woe!
Bratz! So we should ply you with Bratz?
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Date: 2005-12-20 04:24 pm (UTC)I'm getting Campfire Cloe for Christmas, la la. (And Paja! It shall be a pullip-y, bratz-y Christmas :D)
There needs to be an LJ community or something to talk about Bratz in where everyone isn't 13 and speaking in netspeak. XD Have you been to the Bratz World message board? *shudder* :P
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Date: 2005-12-17 06:06 am (UTC)That's really fucked up!
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Date: 2005-12-20 10:35 am (UTC)