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Permalink I want Ruby Minis. Not sure why.
So. Ordered the maternal unit’s birthday present. No idea what to get her for Christmas. No idea what to get the beloved for birthday or Christmas. Ordered a DVD set for the brother. And there’s a necklace coming that I like a lot, but which may go to the sister, as it may be a bit much, and she’s more…something than me. Free? Tacky? Likely to dress up at all, ever? Something.
No word back yet on the status of my Utena DVDs. The nice lady said it could be a couple weeks before they hear back from the shipping department, so I’m not shocked, its just. Deep Discount DVD is doing their 20% sale, but its only till the 18th, and they only do it, like twice a year, and if I have to reorder the Black Rose Saga, I would like to just go ahead and do that, y’know? From someplace that is not Wherehouse.
….that makes it sound like I repeatedly have trouble with them, and I don’t, really, just this time. And there was that broken hinge on my Queen boxset I got from them. But mostly, its a decent place. And Emily in customer service is very nice, and very prompt in replying, so yay.
I really need to sell stuff on eBay. Both to have money, and to just plain get rid of it. I just really really don’t want to.
Permalink People need to get up soon, because I am starving. Of course, the best way to get someone up, is to actually go get something to eat. But I don’t want to do that, because Mom’s had a yen for potato pancakes, and despite years of making fun of me for not wanting to do stuff like that alone, she won’t go to Perkins by her lonesome and have some. So instead I’m going to sit here and be hungry and send hateful “wake up!” thoughts in her direction.
In other, more (less?) interesting news, Faded Skies actually has a new layout up. The old one had been up for three years. THREE YEARS. And I didn’t even particularly like it. Ugh. I’m hoping maybe this implies a trend towards me actually having layout ideas. And actually finishing them.
It probably doesn’t.
I finished The Third Age yesterday. Battling Sauron was a bitch. Especially since Aragorn left us the instant before the battle began, the big thieving pussy. And then Sauron kept casting Paralyzing the Light eight million times in a row, which disabled our magic, thus rendering Idrial damn near useless, and then kept throwing Darkest Fear at Berethor, making him COMPLETELY useless. Which meant Morwen the only one could really do anything, and mostly what she did was die. Thank god for Aura of the Valar, and the single turn (turned double turn with Frenzy!) that Idrial had between resurrection and being rendered magicless again.
Part of me wants to play it again, simply because I took a very large break in playing sometime during the first disk, and as a result don’t really remember it much at all. What stops me is mostly that I do remember fighting the Balrog, and that sucked a couple different kinds of ass.
Maybe one of these days I’ll get around to finishing Tales of Symphonia. I love it a lot, I just got really sick of leveling up. I’m not a power leveler, I just can’t stand to do it. I’m more the “scrape through the major battles by the skin of my teeth” type. Which tends to vex power levelers, for some reason.
*sighs* If Mom’s not up by 9:30, I’m fucking finding something to eat. I’m HUNGRY.
Permalink Heh. You’d never know it to listen to me, of course. But then, I’ve always thought that most people who use 25-cent words like House pops painkillers, are either really desperate to impress someone, or just enjoy making others feel stupid. Or both.
| Your Vocabulary Score: B |
You have a zealous love for the English language, and many find your vocabulary edifying.
Don’t fret that you didn’t get every word right, your vocabulary can be easily ameliorated! |
Permalink Dear self:
Stop taking everything so fucking personally. They don’t hate you, and if they did, IT WOULD BE BECAUSE YOU DO THIS. So knock off the oversensitive, self-centered bullshit already.
no love, me.
Permalink Man, the things I do for 50 points from MyPoints. I swear, Gather is like they took MySpace, made it about twice as confusing, and then upped the pretentious factor by a hundred. On the upside, they have totally eliminated the teenie factor, and that’s always good.
But honestly? I am so not grown-up enough for that place. Look at me, I talk about boybands and pop princesses, and rerooting Barbie dolls, and video games. My last post was about watching an interview with a naked blonde. Who has sex on film. For a living.
….probably a pretty good living, actually. If I had her legs and her boob job, I would totally have sex on film for a living, too. And probably spend the rest of my time dancing in front of a mirror.
I think I need to stop posting when I’m ass-tired, y’all.
Permalink I watched “Katie Morgan: Porn Star Revealed” on HBO last night. I. Really have no idea why, since prior to watching it, I had no idea who she was, and they had a tendecy to cut to brief, but much-louder-than-the-rest-of-the-show clips from her movies. Yeah. She’s a squealer, apparently.
On the other hand, she was pretty fucking cute, and she spent the whole interview naked on a stool, so maybe I have an idea why I watched, after all.
And in news that does not involve naked blondes beaming…I am finally getting Michael Buble’s Christmas EP. For a decent price, even. I’m very pleased about it, and very very impatient for it to arrive. Which, since I only bought it yesterday morning, is gonna be a few days. But still. Buble! EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Permalink Alright. Fine. I GIVE, OKAY? I would actually kind of like a DS. I like the whole “Brain Age” thing, or…whateverthefuck its called. Look, I’m ass-tired and reading Clex fic, my brain is basically soup. The point is — I would totally sit and play it, and actually probably not be annoyed by the dual screens. Are you happy now, Nintendo? Get the fuck off my lawn, already.
Its kind of a moot point, anyway, because if even had $130, I would totally spend it on something else. And we will not even the discuss the $340 they want for the limited edition FF3 version. That’s a third of the custom HP slimline that I lust for. A FUCKING THIRD. AND ITS NOT EVEN A SHADE OF BLUE.
And on a completely unrelated note, the look on Asshat’s face when he gets the text message telling him that his free ride is over and oh, yeah, Brit’s hot again IS THE BEST THING EVER. It will never not be awesome, folks.
All I want for Christmas is for Angie to dump Brad for Brit, and the two of them to release 812384313135434688413138413 sextapes. Dear God and Santa, pleaseandthankyou! adoringly, Catt. PS: meloveyoulongtimenocharge!
Permalink Personally? I think Cleolinda said it best when she said:
Tons of people who aren’t even Britney fans have mentioned feeling inexplicable glee at the news, which I can explain thusly: it’s not that we necessarily like Britney. Some of us do, to be sure. No, it’s that we all, as a planet and a people, regardless of race, religion, or creed, loathe Kevin Federline, and thus we all are crying out as if with one voice: “AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!“
*snicker* That was pretty much my reaction to hearing about the divorce, too. With the possible exception of a couple extra HA’s.
In other news, I am greatly tired, and need to just grow a brain and go to bed, already. Also, I really need to list stuff on eBay. Really, really. Also also…thinger.
Permalink Nicholas Sparks has a way with heartstrings. In Dear John, he returns to his native North Carolina, where John Tyree is a wayward young man who looks for direction by enlisting in the army. Service changes him, and while home on leave he unexpectedly falls in love with Savannah Curtis, a woman who seems to have everything he lacks. Their developing relationship is cut short by the events of 9/11, when John’s sense of duty overrides his personal desires. Away from the woman he loves, he receives the letter every soldier dreads: It begins, “Dear John.”
But…all the letters he gets would begin that way. The entire “Dear John” term loses all meaning, because every letter would have to technically be a “Dear John” BECAUSE THAT’S HIS NAME. So much pain…stupid author…killing brain….
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