1-08-07

So, apparently my way of phrasing things has been quite the hotbed of interest lately. Which I still find baffling beyond words. Fun thing is that whenever people mention that I have a fun, unique, interesting, whatever way of phrasing things, then I start thinking about it, and then it gets all...over thought. Sometimes it goes to one end of the spectrum, getting extra bonus wonk and weird, and the other times it goes the ooooother way, and gets all stickler prim and proper. Ish. To be honest, I still don't find it that weird. Maybe I'm just used to it.

Probably.

But, hey, better to have some redeeming/interesting quality than none at all, eh? ;)

Anyway, life has kept on the same old clip of being predominately dull as can be. Jer is still working like mad, so I'm getting kinda lonely all over again, whee. But hey, it's a stepping stone to a brighter tomorrow or something 1950's like that. Still, I wouldn't mind A day off here and there. Preferably one that doesn't involve him having to go into work for like 6 hours at some point. That would be rather swank.

*whine bitch whine* And such.

Oh, and apparently mom is looking at getting a job in Baghdad.

No, you totally did read that right. Baghdad. Like Iraq. Like land of stabbity and shootings.

She's all excited.

I, meanwhile, am adjusting to the idea of being *completely* parentless so that I can keep on keeping on if/when we get the 'oh, your mom was beheaded, sorry bout that' phone call. On the upside, though, me and Jer will still get to hang out in the house (and repaint, ee!), AND we can so get rid of those stupid awful dogs. And maybe a kitten. Gotta look for that silver lining, folks.

Of course, on the other side of things she could come randomly tripping back to the states with a new husband younger than me and totally kick us out into the street so she can do horrible carnal things that I don't even want to THINK about without prying eyes around. Which, ewwww. Ewwwwwww. Parents don't do kink things. Ever. It's against nature. /being 12.

I think that's about it. And I think I am going to go eat. My appetite has been ASS the last few days, which I find a little weird and wacky. I'm not really hungry now, but I should eat today. I blame...something. Thinking about other things, I guess. But hey, as long as Mally stays fed, we're all good. :)

Vroom, off now.

1-14-07

Speaking of health and really crappy segues, it's my birthday! Yay! I think. The day just started, so it hasn't had a chance to fling headlong into the suck that I'm used to for birthdays, so woo to that. Here's hoping it decides to buck the trend and go for awesome this year. I'm very hep to that idea.

Mally is currently being a little annoying. She'll ask me for something, get it, and then promptly start whining that she wants something else. I'm like thisclose to just headphoning it up and pretending I can't hear anything. If she's going to be frustrating, she can at least go through the effort of getting my attention specifically first. Sigh or something.

In other news, I proceed the Tenna in photo fun, and also have some new images up. Go, look, comment, but be nice. I don't want to have to go deleteing assbastards off my friends list for their...assbastardery.

Man alive, I have like anti anything to say. My eyeliner is melting into my eyes and getting a little stingly, and my mascara (oh my god, I get to hae eyelashes for once! *shock*) is trying most desperately to weave my top and bottom lashes together. I don't even understand how I managed getting all painty pretty for hours at goth night (with super bonus cheap 'wash this off promptly cause it might make you go blind' brand eyeliner to boot) and be just find and dandy, but now that I have something of vague quality it's like 3 hours and it rebels against me. The and hell.

I think I am going to cut this off and wash my face before I have to carve out my eyes. Wish me birthday goodness! Goodness!

Oh, and in reference to another gift related post that I don't have the energy to go and find, the amazon gift certificates so as to get the Buffy are a moot point now. I got me some Buffy for xmas (yay!). But hey, gift certificates are still fully lovely. ;)

1-15-07

So, thankies to all who wishes me nice little birthday wishes. The bday went well. Mally was good, Jer was dotey, I got a new movie and the obligatory candy, the annual Bob Evans lunch/dinner trip, the whole nine. The day went quite well.

At least until like 8pm when my sinuses when INSANE. I have been a complete sneezy snuffle kitten since then. But other than the nose being a bastage, I feel fine. So I don't think that I also got a cold for my birthday or anything tragic like that. All I can guess is either I have developed a new allergy, or something I am allergic to and didn't know about has decided to show. Maybe it's the new dryer sheets. I remember it kicking up when I brought the laundry out. That would kinda suck.

In further other news! There's really nothing going on. I was bored and thought that I would inform the folks of the rather placid birthday shenanigans. Excitement!

Though, I am still enjoying the blog view numbers hike. So, hello presumed new people! I don't know what you're doing here, and I doubt most of you will be coming back for more of my tripe, but hi and such anyway. Drop me a line or a comment or something. I might even reply. Ooooh. I think it's pretty obvious that I don't really have anything else going on to keep me from replying, ya know.

And away!

1-19-07

So, first off, the blog numbers are still being weird. I know that's nothing like news anymore, but it still wonks my world. Also, don't expect this blog to be interesting. So not going to be.

Second off, I am really starting to think that I MUST be shorter than I think I am. Two people that I know, who I think I am roughly the same height as both claim to be two inches SHORTER than me. Maybe I'm 5'6" and just refuse to be willing to give up that inch. Maybe that's where my love of platty plat and big honking boots come from. I must be the height that I think I am! Even if I must stoop to artifice to get there. Maybe I need to invest in a measuring tape.

Thirdly, and here's where we fling into lame, but I think it's funny, dammit. So, every once and again, we go off to the Boy for some tasty non homecooked foods and the chance to get out of the house for awhile, or something like that. Next door to said Boy, there is a gas station/convenience mart place that has a sign up, you know, the 'some kinda smokes $lotsa money' and 'cold beer here!' signs. Only this one says 'Milk and Bread fountain drinks'. It gives me a giggle everytime I see it.

Now, I know that most of you are sitting there going 'um, woo? So they have milk, bread, and fountain pop. Ha ha?' But no! You cannot think of it in that awful, awful common sense sort of way! Think of it exactly as it reads. Enjoy the visions of thick, glutinous glasses of skim milk with bagel chunks. Heavy whipping cream with a ribbon of rye. Whole milk and wheat.

Or, think about it for like two seconds and get the nausea belly over it. But, dammit, it makes me snicker.

In other news, really, there isn't much. Mally is sleeping in her own room, which is a fact that hasn't been taken advantage of at ALL yet. *sner* And it's really kinda weird to wake up in the middle of the night and NOT have to kick someones limbs out of my sleepy zone. I got used to being ultra crowded, I think.

Also, Jer is being the compliment/cuddle butt man lately. It weirds me. I can only get complimented by one person so much before it goes from 'aw, thank you' to either 'what did you do?' or 'oh dear god, I'm growing a goiter, aren't I?' He's starting to shift things well into goiter land now. Maybe I'm just...well, being a girl, I guess. We're a crazy breed of thing.

Alright. It's late, I need to shift the family either into bed or into a shower or whatever needs done. Laters, dear readers.