So, theoretically, I might have a Cunning Plan. I haven't gone/been anywhere for myself for over a year now. This Cunning Plan, however, does include one thing that I'm trying to find ( Read more... )

I really really really want this. Read the description! It's me as a little fuzzy thing.

Bah. WANT. :(

ETA: Someone bought mini-me. Damnit. I should have e-mailed to see if they'd put it on hold earlier. This should not be making me almost cry. It really shouldn't ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday, minkhollow. You are loved.

And everyone else needs to go wish her a happy birthday! Dooooo iiiiiiiit.

There are some things that Quinn does not want to be doing at four in the morning.

Throwing an opossum out of the house is definitely near, if not at the top of the list.

Argh. ... now I can't sleep.

Argh. Today was full of church. And none of it was anything I had anything to do with. I went to NYC for the day to see my assistant priest (someone who, admittedly, I'd like to get to know better) get ordained. It was absolutely lovely. The Cathedral of St. John the Divine is one lovely place. The acoustics are awesome, the windows are beautiful, ( Read more... )

Meme!

The object to your immediate left is your only weapon in the imminent zombie apocalypse. What is it?A hardcover book about the supposed murder of King Tut. ... I think I'm screwed ( Read more... )

Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis.

I don't usually go for these thoughtful posts, but for some reason I feel like I need to post this.I know most of you aren't religious, but please listen. It's a movement from a mass I sang in highschool. The first music that you hear is the call of a Muezzin, the Islamic call to prayer ( Read more... )

I have ten songs on my laptop just called Finale.

If I include Finale A or Finale B, or the Finale and Gloria, I have sixteen.

... what the hell.

I want my mommy. That is all ( Read more... )

I... I don't even know right now. I haven't talked to my parents in almost a month. I miss them like burning, frankly, but I think I've hit a stubborn pride moment. My parents, no matter how many times I tell them otherwise, seem to think that if I don't contact them, it's because I'm mad, and I'll 'come back when I'm ready'. At the moment, I'm ( Read more... )