i'm not really getting a pet rat, it's just a euphemism

[kleenexwoman]

Glory of glories, the wireless network at Dad's works. I'm online for the first time in ages. Why isn't anyone else?

Brian and I were talking to Dad in the car about pets. We both want a pet rat. Dad said this wonderful thing: "You have about as much chance of getting a pet rat as you do of getting laid tonight." Ask thatnoise, he will vouch for the truthfulness of this event. I think Dad thinks he can say these things because both Brian and I are grown-up-ish.
So I think I may be getting a pet rat soon. Because pinglederry came over. :D pinglederry is teaching me to be dominant. It's fun. Yes, it does work. Those fanfics don't lie.
I can still smell her hair. Smells vaguely like crayons. Smells nice.
:D :D :D
And we also went to see "Sky High," which was much better than I thought it would be. Very cute. Has Bruce Campbell being awesome, Kevin MacDonald and Bruce Foley (of Kids In The Hall) being cute and slashy. I would recommend it. We spent a large amount of the evening discussing ideas for fanfics for it. Backstory and threesomes and things. It's an idea...although I'd have to see it many more times before I got confident enough in my grasp of the movie and characters to write any fanfic, and I won't be able to see many new movies up at Central (which sucks, because I really want to see Corpse Bride and Grimm Brothers, which come out in the fall). Maybe I will get it on DVD when it comes out.

Man...I'm so happy. You guys are great. You make me feel better. I love you all. Your supportive comments and birthday wishes made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
I love you. Now get online. I miss you. I want to talk.

Hey, here's a cool story: I was conceived on November 9th, 1985, at 3:27 in the morning. My parents swear they remember this. They were at the engagement party of a couple of friends of theirs, and Mom drank three Fuzzy Navels that night.
I was two weeks late. My parents like to joke about this, me being slow and lazy, although now I'm paranoid about being late for anything, so that's not quite right.
This makes me a total of nineteen years, nine months, two weeks, aaaand six minutes in existence in some form or another, even just as an undifferentiated blob of cells. Whoa. Actually, if you want to get really technical, you could say that I was in existence in two parts before that, as a sperm cell and an egg cell. And then even before that as DNA and organic matter that would eventually become a sperm cell and egg cell. Man, I'm old.

I don't remember being conceived. Or being born, or anything. Which is as it should be, I suppose. It's odd to think that I don't actually remember any part of my existence. Then again, I don't remember large swathes of my existence in general. I don't remember most of last week, or sixth grade. I suppose the mind lets go of most memory, just keeping the feeling of a certain time period, or just storing certain significant or representative events.

And now nyghtshayde is on and I have new ideas for stories. Maybe I will be not as afraid to write new fic now. Or maybe I will take a short break from BttF fanfic and write something else for once. The world awaits, and I'm happy.

Comments

[diraskyria.livejournal.com]

Dammit, I did a crappy job of remembering your birthday today. ;_; But that shouldn't be too surprising; I've never been good at that to begin with.

But annnnnnyway, Happy Birthday~!!!! Consider the delightfully timely Lightheart installments part of a present. Perhaps I was working under an uncontrolable force for just that reason.

...but why can't you see many new movies when up here? *head tilts*

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Heh. Honestly, I don't expect people to remember my birthday unless I poke them about it, because I don't remember anyone else's birthdays.
Thank you, though.

...but why can't you see many new movies when up here?
It's mostly a matter of mobility. There aren't any movie theaters that I know of within reasonable walking or biking distance of campus, i.e. less than a mile, and I don't have a car. Mostly I'm hoping that I can find people who want to see movies with me and who have cars.
Hey, you have a car, don't you? :big innocent grin:

[diraskyria.livejournal.com]

I have a car and I want to see movies! That's why I was so confused! ^_^

And it's clean now, too! It can fit more than just me it it!

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Yay! I have found a new movie-watching partner. Movies are no fun watched alone, I feel. The year is looking up.

[josephwaldman.livejournal.com]

> I don't remember being conceived. Or being born, or anything.

I have a theory that we all actually _do_ remember; just that it's locked away, repressed, whatever, because the moment of sperm meets egg, life-spark goes *dzzzzzt*, is so powerful and awe-inspiring or maybe potentially traumatic that we have to keep it waaaaaaay in the back files of our mind until, maybe, the moment of death. Then lather, rinse, repeat.

*huggles you more*

[wolf-heart9.livejournal.com]

I hope your birthday's a good one. Post all about it tonight. I'm going to try and get online tonight before I go to bed, but I'm not planning on staying on past 11:30pm possibly (since I start school tomorrow). But maybe I'll push it to midnight. :)

Love you!!!!

[pinglederry.livejournal.com]

I can still smell her hair. Smells vaguely like crayons. Smells nice.

*prrrrr* Crayons, though? ^__^ Probably that Dr. Bonner's Pure Castile 18-1 stuff, it smells sorta like crayons when I mix it with my regular shampoo. *ponder*

And yeah, will probably need to wait until the movie's out on DVD before really plotting anything definite.

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Odd, when I mix it with my shampoo, it just smells like faintly wine-y peppermint. And yes, crayons is the closest thing I can think of. The really good Crayola ones. ^_^