when you're watching your Grandparents' house for almost three weeks while they're in Cabo San Lucas?
Why, you get bored of course.
And what do you do about this boredom?
You watch crazy amounts of TV and lots of HBO.
You make a countdown to NonCon North.
You take the dog for an insane amount of walks.
You go jogging every single morning, which you never do when you're at home.
You ignore the dishes, which desperately need doing (and then do them at the last possible moment).
You work on the playlist for the NonCon North Mardi Gras party.
You take an insane amount of pictures of yourself.
You snort salt with your cousins.
You watch your cousin go swimming in Puget Sound (in Febuary) and scream like she's being murdered.
You cook things.
You help your sister start a webcomic.
You talk to your boyfriend on MySpace every. Single. Day.
And sometimes on the phone.
You play dress-up.
You read Eat, Pray, Love.
And, finally, you resort to reading fanfiction.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
It's Time For Thursday Thirteen
Thirteen Things On My To Do List
1. Complete the playlist for the Non Con North Mardi Gras Party.
2. Put together a costume for said party.
3. Do as much wheedling as humanly possible to get Harper to come to Non Con.
4. Finalize all kinds of plans for going to and doing stuff in California.
5. Get together or rent a sound system for the above mentioned party.
6. Go see Juno and 27 Dresses.
7. Practice driving.
8. Download much music.
9. Take the dog for a walk.
10. Clean up the house.
11. Help Chloe plan her birthday party.
12. Go underwear shopping.
13. Get my day started (a.k.a. take a shower, eat, wake up Chloe, etc.).
Stereotypes:
Meme,
Thursday Thirteen
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Brawndo!!!
It's got what plants crave!
It's got electrolytes!
This was one of the crazy things spouted during my stay in Corvallis with the Golds. It's from the genius movie,
which was watched and quoted muchly, along with "Tonight we dine in hell
tomorrow, I'm thinkin' Arby's."
There was recreation of hair:
(Thankfully it's not really flashing. In truth Harper was kind enough to share his very large coat with me and Qacei in the coldness of the out-of-doors, something he does often enough with me to earn the name Daddy Penguin. Go here .)
There was a run in with some Mormons.
Qacei: I believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster .
Oh, the looks on their faces when she said that. But still they persisted, even when
Harper: Sorry, you're kinda wasting your time. You're only gonna get snide comments from this group.
And still they persisted even with me and Conor struggling with giggles and
Qacei: We understand your beliefs, they just aren't our beliefs.
We were polite as can be, not like Jon, who, I hear, slammed the door in their faces once upon a time after saying "Jesus is dead."
After awhile they relented and settled on giving us the URL to their website.
There was an all night sex talk that resulted in the blowing up of a studded condom to prove to Rebecca with photographical evidence that, yes, they do come in studded form.
(This picture is so not what it looks like. I'm smiling at the boy, not the condomballoon. Oh, and see the bleach?)
All in all it was a lovely visit with deardeardear friends and wonderful boyfriend.
It's got electrolytes!
This was one of the crazy things spouted during my stay in Corvallis with the Golds. It's from the genius movie,
which was watched and quoted muchly, along with "Tonight we dine in hell
tomorrow, I'm thinkin' Arby's."
There was recreation of hair:
Mine now has a lovely bleached section in the back. Keep reading and you might catch a glimpse of it.
There was flashing:
(Thankfully it's not really flashing. In truth Harper was kind enough to share his very large coat with me and Qacei in the coldness of the out-of-doors, something he does often enough with me to earn the name Daddy Penguin. Go here .)
There was a run in with some Mormons.
Qacei: I believe in the Flying Spaghetti Monster .
Oh, the looks on their faces when she said that. But still they persisted, even when
Harper: Sorry, you're kinda wasting your time. You're only gonna get snide comments from this group.
And still they persisted even with me and Conor struggling with giggles and
Qacei: We understand your beliefs, they just aren't our beliefs.
We were polite as can be, not like Jon, who, I hear, slammed the door in their faces once upon a time after saying "Jesus is dead."
After awhile they relented and settled on giving us the URL to their website.
There was an all night sex talk that resulted in the blowing up of a studded condom to prove to Rebecca with photographical evidence that, yes, they do come in studded form.
(This picture is so not what it looks like. I'm smiling at the boy, not the condomballoon. Oh, and see the bleach?)
All in all it was a lovely visit with deardeardear friends and wonderful boyfriend.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Headers, Edition 1
I'm pretty much bored out of my mind with putting up a header every day, so I'm declaring that the whole header cotest thing I had going where I put up a different header every day is officially over. I will gladly put up all the header in this post for your viewing pleasure, though.
I've put them up small, but to see the full view just click them.
Pretty Cunning
Straight Up Gangsta
Son of a . . .
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