hello hello! Scrolling through the "current mood" choices here on lj, I realized I most often pick "okay," "sleepy," or "awake." It's like my personal evaluation of my current mood is limited to how alert (or not) I feel. No real emotional involvement whatsoever. Or maybe I'm just subconsciously keeping it a secret, something for you readers to ( Read more... )

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Hello everyone! Let's see, how long has it been... like 2 months since my last proper entry, eh? I'm not gonna try to remember everything I missed, but I want to write about some stuff, like my NYE Vegas trip. Normally I do a "year-in-review" type post at the start of the New Year, and I will probably still do that even though it's already ( Read more... )

"Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you ( Read more... )

I typed the entry title like that, 'cause I was imagining it like the song lyric. Know which song I mean? Marvin Gaye or someone like him. A couple entries ago I said "this is my house, I have to defend it! [name that movie!]" No one named the movie. Here is another quote from said movie: "Buzz's girlfriend--Woof!" I need to watch that movie ( Read more... )

I am in a weird mood where I want to write, yet I don't. It feels like the kind of atmosphere and mood I would like to write in, but I don't really feel like writing a lot, does that make any sense ( Read more... )

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All right, so, in the past I have only been vaguely interested by the Olympics--as a typical none-too-sporty girl, I pretty much only cared about ice skating in the winter and gymnastics in the summer. And the equestrian stuff, if anyone actually aired it. This time around though, I am totally hooked, right from the opening ceremonies... parts of ( Read more... )

This morning, I dreamed I transported back to my house to find a mob boss taking a bath in my tub. He didn't see me, so I snuck past to hide in my dad's closet. Only I didn't count on said mob boss borrowing my dad's clothes. So he opened the door, saw me there, and hit me over the head a few times with a baseball bat or other baseball-bat- ( Read more... )

Finally got around to journaling about my weekend in Boston with Denee! Good thing I'd written notes.
(my photos from the weekend.)
( the journal, under a cut since it's on the long side, as usual )