Holy crap, does she ever shut up? The answer: No
How's everyone doing? Alright I hope. I have no idea who [if anyone] will be reading this, so let me apologize before hand for the ramblings im sure will follow. I'm in an especially talkative [typative...?] mood tonight, and when I get in moods such as these, there is basically no stopping me.
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I love internet radio. Well, that is when it's random filter is actually random [and not just a big giant loop]... Last.fm has been playing the same stuff over and over today. I think I need to start listening to different tags.
Yeaaa...
Anyway, I was sitting outside on my back porch for most of the day today. It was gorgeous. The weather was just perfect. I was so happy out there. I read. I typed. I listened to music. I talked on the phone. It was all so nice and peaceful and perfect...until my new neighbors took their kids outside.
I'm not 100% certain, but I think that they have about...50 children? Ok, ok well maybe its more like 7 or 10 or something, but JEEZ can they make some serious noise. I love kids. I do. Really, I swear, I adore them. But these kids are inhuman*. Making so much noise with their little battery-powered jeeps, light sabers, singing stuffed animals, noisy plastic guns, remote controlled cars, and that one little girl and her WHISTLE.
HOMG.
That whistle. Who gives children a whistle to play with? I mean how is a whistle even fun? Isn't it just like...breathing, only louder? Ugh, well whatever. That little girl and her [seriously impressive] lung capacity pretty much ruined my afternoon.
I know it's horrible/terrible/cruel/just plain mean, but I kept hoping that one of the boys driving around in their mini jeep wranglers would just run her over.
-_- I am an awful person, I know...
It took her two hours to become disinterested in that damned thing. But she finally did, and LET ME TELL YOU, the silence that followed was positively ORGASMIC.
::Sigh::
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So, I'm reading this book right now, and as strange as it may sound to some people, I'm absolutely in love with it [and it's author]. Stiff by Mary Roach is one of the few non-fiction books that I have been able to read, let alone enjoy. I wish I had her wit and could write like her. I've mentioned it before, but I would give almost anything for the ability to write well. I envy all of those people out there that write well.
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I've been drawing alot of little fat cartoon people this week. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my little fat neckless versions of television fandoms [so far I have only animated House M.D. and Supernatural], you can check out my icon. I love drawing them. It's really fun. It's just the coloring part that gets me. I get lazy at around that stage. So very few of them get completed...-_- BUT I have promised Laura a batch of little fat Supernatural dudes, and I will see that she gets them!
It was only when I decided to re-watch certain episodes of SPN, did I notice how expressive Jared Padalecki's face is. I have to say that I am without a doubt a Dean groupie, but when I watch the show, I find myself watching Jared's face attentively. That's not to say Jensen doesn't have his own array of mannerisms, but I love how Padalecki talks with his entire face.
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Speaking of tv shows...
I watched the last few episodes of Justice yesterday. I really liked that show. I loved how they reenacted the actual crime at the end regardless of the verdict. Victor Garber was awesome. I giggled alot whenever he was being a pompous jackass. And Kerr Smith was just adorable, as usual.
I hate when shows I like get canceled. It is SUCH a common occurrence.
I'll admit, I was one of the ten [?] people who watched Drive. I really liked that show too. I don't know who I feel worse for; Nathan Fillion or Tim Minear... I hate FOX. Firefly, Wonderfalls and all of those other wonderful shows axed wayyyy before their time. I'm also saddened by the cancellation of The Black Donnelys, but that's old news.
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In other news, I think I have Lupis..
...or some other disease that turns the body's immune system against itself.
My skin is SO sensitive that if I cross my arms/bare legs together or lean on anything for too long I break out in hives.
I've never heard of anything like that. Has anyone else? Well whether anyone has or not, it's still gross, and painful and really fucking annoying. MEH.
I also have a tendency to get bruises and cuts and scratches when I'm not paying attention. I am so accident prone it's terrifying.
Seriously.
It's scary.
Ask anyone who knows me.
Ask JENNA! I've just recently talked to her about it.
Some of the stuff that has happened to me is just...well...unbelievable. If this stuff hadn't happened to me, I probably wouldn't believe most of it was even possible.
My mother and brothers have the same problem, only to a lesser degree. None of them have yet managed to get a paintbrush rammed up their nose, their ankle broken by a mini pomeranian, or to sprain their wrist after having a car window rolled up on their arm...
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I've been really excited about finally purchasing my own webspace/domain! I can't wait till I have everything set up and online!! I've been wanting to make an online portfolio for so long that I'm positively squeeing now that it's almost finished.^^
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I have absolutely no idea how to end this. I've always been terrible with finishing stuff. Actually, I have a tendency to NOT finish things. It's a habit that pisses me off, but I haven't been able to muster up enough will power to change it yet.
No wonder all of my papers and essays received such poor grades. I couldn't come up with a fluid ending if my life depended on it.
* I believe that at least two [or three] of the children that now reside to the left of my loverly home belong to an overly self-tanned 16 year-old girl...
I love internet radio. Well, that is when it's random filter is actually random [and not just a big giant loop]... Last.fm has been playing the same stuff over and over today. I think I need to start listening to different tags.
Yeaaa...
Anyway, I was sitting outside on my back porch for most of the day today. It was gorgeous. The weather was just perfect. I was so happy out there. I read. I typed. I listened to music. I talked on the phone. It was all so nice and peaceful and perfect...until my new neighbors took their kids outside.
I'm not 100% certain, but I think that they have about...50 children? Ok, ok well maybe its more like 7 or 10 or something, but JEEZ can they make some serious noise. I love kids. I do. Really, I swear, I adore them. But these kids are inhuman*. Making so much noise with their little battery-powered jeeps, light sabers, singing stuffed animals, noisy plastic guns, remote controlled cars, and that one little girl and her WHISTLE.
HOMG.
That whistle. Who gives children a whistle to play with? I mean how is a whistle even fun? Isn't it just like...breathing, only louder? Ugh, well whatever. That little girl and her [seriously impressive] lung capacity pretty much ruined my afternoon.
I know it's horrible/terrible/cruel/just plain mean, but I kept hoping that one of the boys driving around in their mini jeep wranglers would just run her over.
-_- I am an awful person, I know...
It took her two hours to become disinterested in that damned thing. But she finally did, and LET ME TELL YOU, the silence that followed was positively ORGASMIC.
::Sigh::
So, I'm reading this book right now, and as strange as it may sound to some people, I'm absolutely in love with it [and it's author]. Stiff by Mary Roach is one of the few non-fiction books that I have been able to read, let alone enjoy. I wish I had her wit and could write like her. I've mentioned it before, but I would give almost anything for the ability to write well. I envy all of those people out there that write well.
I've been drawing alot of little fat cartoon people this week. For those of you who are unfamiliar with my little fat neckless versions of television fandoms [so far I have only animated House M.D. and Supernatural], you can check out my icon. I love drawing them. It's really fun. It's just the coloring part that gets me. I get lazy at around that stage. So very few of them get completed...-_- BUT I have promised Laura a batch of little fat Supernatural dudes, and I will see that she gets them!
It was only when I decided to re-watch certain episodes of SPN, did I notice how expressive Jared Padalecki's face is. I have to say that I am without a doubt a Dean groupie, but when I watch the show, I find myself watching Jared's face attentively. That's not to say Jensen doesn't have his own array of mannerisms, but I love how Padalecki talks with his entire face.
Speaking of tv shows...
I watched the last few episodes of Justice yesterday. I really liked that show. I loved how they reenacted the actual crime at the end regardless of the verdict. Victor Garber was awesome. I giggled alot whenever he was being a pompous jackass. And Kerr Smith was just adorable, as usual.
I hate when shows I like get canceled. It is SUCH a common occurrence.
I'll admit, I was one of the ten [?] people who watched Drive. I really liked that show too. I don't know who I feel worse for; Nathan Fillion or Tim Minear... I hate FOX. Firefly, Wonderfalls and all of those other wonderful shows axed wayyyy before their time. I'm also saddened by the cancellation of The Black Donnelys, but that's old news.
In other news, I think I have Lupis..
...or some other disease that turns the body's immune system against itself.
My skin is SO sensitive that if I cross my arms/bare legs together or lean on anything for too long I break out in hives.
I've never heard of anything like that. Has anyone else? Well whether anyone has or not, it's still gross, and painful and really fucking annoying. MEH.
I also have a tendency to get bruises and cuts and scratches when I'm not paying attention. I am so accident prone it's terrifying.
Seriously.
It's scary.
Ask anyone who knows me.
Ask JENNA! I've just recently talked to her about it.
Some of the stuff that has happened to me is just...well...unbelievable. If this stuff hadn't happened to me, I probably wouldn't believe most of it was even possible.
My mother and brothers have the same problem, only to a lesser degree. None of them have yet managed to get a paintbrush rammed up their nose, their ankle broken by a mini pomeranian, or to sprain their wrist after having a car window rolled up on their arm...
I've been really excited about finally purchasing my own webspace/domain! I can't wait till I have everything set up and online!! I've been wanting to make an online portfolio for so long that I'm positively squeeing now that it's almost finished.^^
I have absolutely no idea how to end this. I've always been terrible with finishing stuff. Actually, I have a tendency to NOT finish things. It's a habit that pisses me off, but I haven't been able to muster up enough will power to change it yet.
No wonder all of my papers and essays received such poor grades. I couldn't come up with a fluid ending if my life depended on it.
* I believe that at least two [or three] of the children that now reside to the left of my loverly home belong to an overly self-tanned 16 year-old girl...