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Sunday, July 20th, 2008
snarky_imp
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7:50a
ramble
In snarky thoughts, Justin Timberlake is not a name you should ever get used to seeing/hearing around me, as I find him annoying and have since N'Sync, but damn, the closeups of the guy I've been seeing [through no fault of my own] are so. not. flattering. I feel kinda bad for him since, y'know, he was so strange as a teenager and now has the personality one expects a celebrity pretty boy to have, which is to say none at all. If your looks fail you, boy, they will find another.
Also, AOL's coverage of the MGA vs. Mattel court battle made me laugh and cry at the same time. Well, not literally to the crying, although it's not sounding all that good for MGA at the moment, and while I'm not always the biggest fan of the Bratz, I do like that my DALs can steal their clothes, which are frequently better than just about anything Mattel ever puts out. The laughter is because their picture gallery to accompany the doom and gloom piece seems to consist of three pictures of various dolls, and then 296 pictures of the Bratz movie, or people at the Bratz movie premiere. Yes. Seriously. I went through and looked. Did the movie even do all that well, or is someone just desperate to get paid for those pictures? I'd rather have nearly three hundred Bratz promo pictures or something. Bad, bad AOL. No cookie for you.
If you've got a thing for mechanical pencils, Walgreens is having a 5 cent sale on the five packs. Mmm. 4 cents with discount. ;)
Sienna Miller is back on my blergh list, having only been removed from it for being in Stardust and not making me die [and actually liking her scenes], due to the obvious tabloid disaster. I don't even read them anymore and I can't escape this stuff. BAH.
And while I love that it was a gift and normally I'm all for Lifehouse, their new CD is essentially two songs. One: A single. Two: Not, and it consists of the rest of the damn album. I'm not sure if it's because I'm not exactly in the mood for their songs, or if this album is just one of those long, wah-wah things where it all sounds the same. I'll get back to you on that. Just... not today.
I need something to eat. But I'm so, so tired...
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(comment on this) Saturday, July 19th, 2008
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redxdestiny
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10:39p
Avatar Finale
AAAAGGGGHHHH OMG AVATARGASM
SWEET JESUS
current mood:  EXCITABLE
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ramothhe
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12:25a
Avatar Ending FTW!!!
Also,
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leikomgwtfbbq
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9:34p
I had a dream that I was a magical superhero--though kind of more along the lines of the witches from Sugar Sugar Rune. Neat. I was set up on the Kira case from Death Note, because I was apparently a good detective, too. (Despite that my deductive reasoning is shit in real life. I'm more intuitive than anything.) I had a partner named Neil N who was some kind of darkness-manipulating ex-phantom thief. I seemed to have a crush on him. (Which was understandable, because he was super-nice.) We ran around using this magical gadget to look for the real Kira. Something to do with auras. We found Raito and Misa and Ryuuku. Ryuuku was all "oh shit, Raito, they can see me. D:" So there was a chase scene and my phantom-thief friend found and caught them.
Then we had to save a crashing plane over El Paso. Neil opened up some kind of portal that allowed them to glide to a stop, and I put a forcefield around it so there wouldn't be too much hard impact on the ground.
Then I seemed to have lost Neil to the wiles of some mindwiping tart and decided to have it out with her. She was immune to magic, but I whacked her over the head with my wand and then woke up my friend from the spell he was under. Then we went to go have more adventures, including traveling back to the Victorian era in England, which was funny. XD Neil knew how to dress and act, and I was nancing about in a tight sweater and short skirt. I was still fairly polite, but people were still "zomg tart!" about me. XD
current mood:  amused
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(comment on this) Sunday, July 20th, 2008
mippa
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8:22a
Yeah everyone saw Batman. Well guess what. I saw Mamma Mia! instead. And I have no regrets. >D
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(7 comments | comment on this) Saturday, July 19th, 2008
snarky_imp
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6:59p
Space Zombies!
Okay, it's rare that I have a dream where I'm able to wake up by simply thinking, "Okay, no, I'm done" as I close my eyes, only to open them again as I'm still in my dream, but waking up, too. To celebrate, I'll bore you with the tale of space zombies, Captain Tightpants as Superman, and Lindsay Lohan in what looked an awful lot like SWAT gear.
The dream begins at some megastore. At first I thought it was Toys R Us, backed up by the complaining that "in my day, Barbie took up 3/4 of an aisle and now she's forced to share?" Which isn't totally true. Barbie had a little more than that. But then, as we're set to leave, we notice that the top shelf on the back has old clearance stuff and some new stuff, too. She, who used to be Tracy, but now is someone shorter and with darker hair, offers to pull some of the dolls down for me and demonstrates with one of those grabber things my parents have. I figure what the hell, if they're left out where people can see them, they can, in theory, grab. So she demonstrates on these dolls that are in the freezer. o_O I don't really want a frozen doll [and she is, indeed, covered in ice] but some little girl comes by and wants one without uttering a damn thing about "so cool!" so for lack of puns, I reach up on tippy-toes and snag it for her. When my brunette friend goes to snag a couple of clearance dolls [Claudia Kishi. Oo!] she knocks them down behind the shelf... and then ducks through the freezer and is suddenly outside, and all I'm thinking is "That cannot be good for the food." Okay, I'm also wondering why freeze a doll [Claud wasn't in the frozen food section, btw, this was just how BF was chosing to leave the store to find the place where Claud was] but anyway. BF cannot find the doll and I peek under the rollers [wtf?] that are holding the bottom shelf up, so, really, this food should be rancid] and I point out a doll head and Claud in the distance. BF... is now a dog. Like, an actual dog. Very cute. Very, very weird. She brings Claud to me, but now Claud is just a messed up torso, but BF-dog-form didn't eat her or anything. It's just enough for me to say to hell with this.
I resume the looking at the top shelf and suddenly BF is Cass and we've bypassed the new dolls because I'm not sure they should be sold, but we find this cool book bag/binder combo that I actually really want. It's got Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends and two other cartoons [I don't remember the other two. One might've been Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls?] so Cass and I pick out our bags and then her stepfather appears and they talk about how he hasn't heard from her and how he's dyed his hair and something about her brother/his son going out for films and as they do that, Cass points out nifty lipglosses and things, and then she bids him farewell. She walks away as I'm gathering my stuff and then calls out for me to grab this lipgloss-sized/shaped thing of hair color and says that it, an actual lipgloss, and something else are free with the purchase. Score? Sure. So we debate colors and finally gather our stuff, though it takes me a little longer and she's pretty much at checkout, when someone walks by, looking an awful lot like Captain Tightpants, and he's trying to get someone to call a code 911 and the other person is acting like he's insane. Fair enough, all things considered. Cass is waiting and for some reason I go back to where I picked up my stuff and throw everything but the bag back and notice a familiar redhead. I've somehow decided to shriek "Code 911!" and all hell breaks loose. The lights cut and it's now more of the blue light space movies have, and LL is all outfitted in her black SWAT-looking gear and trying to get people to move to the damn exits, which isn't helped by someone announcing over the speakers, "We're gonna crash! Get out, get out, get out!"
Brilliant. It's chaos and people are lost and confused and I just want to get the hell out of there. Captain Tightpants comes running by screaming at people to leave by the most direct way possible, and to demonstrate he runs through a freezer that leads to another aisle, and effectively cuts out having to go around, but before anyone follows, he comes out three doors down and says that exit is... full. So he races to the next and we, like lemmings, follow. Halfway, he starts to fly and I swear, he's now in a Superman outfit. He flies straight into this blip of light and a gazillion people follow. I'm worried I won't be able to find Cass afterwards if I don't go out the same exit she did, so I head towards that one [it's not that far] and then the light dims a little more, but also becomes harsher somehow, and then people come out of the light. Stumbling. Like zombies. Shit. I stop running/floating [damn you, gravity!] and someone behind me points out that if we stagger around, the zombies won't eat us. Fair enough. Only I can't stop floating and the nearest group of zombies notices me, stares right at me with their too blue eyes, and I have time to think, "SHIT!" and then wake myself up.
current mood:  distressed
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1:48p
The funeral was beautiful. It was yesterday and all of my Mom side was there to support my grandmother and to celebrate Papa Jim’s life. My Grandmother was mentioned near the end of the ceremony and there was no dry eye in my family. I saw my father cry for the first time yesterday.
We then had a huge family gathering at my aunt’s cabin with tons of food and laughter. Stories of Papa Jim came out along with drunken stories of my Grandfather who was my Grandmother’s husband. My Grandfather died when I was 8 so it is always good to hear stories about him.
At one point the talk turned to tattoos as my elder cousin recently got one around her ankle which included the Paul cow brand. Her sister also mentioned of getting the Paul cow brand tattooed as well and now I am thinking of getting it. It would be a tattoo that I would be proud of getting and would always cherish. I would also get my father’s cow brand along with it and my mother isn’t to sure but she thinks that my grandfather on my dad side might have had a different cow brand. So I might have 3 cow brands. I am excited at the idea of wearing those for the rest of my life.
current mood:  pleased
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girlontheleft
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12:31p
Con B Gone
Holy crap, now Anime Evolution's been "postponed" due to some sort of huge planning cock-up.
I'm not holding my breath for it to pull together, even if by some chance there's a suitable space in Greater Vancouver that's available on that kind of short notice. I've read that the debacle that was Aka-kon back around 2001 pretty much poisoned all the local convention centres against all anime fan events for the foreseeable future. (Frankly I think charges should have been laid in that case, if even half the story that I read online afterwards was true.)
No more hordes of cosplayers running around my alma mater, waah.
ObDoll: I dropped by a Winners yesterday and they had a bunch of those evilly grinning Ashley Tisdale dolls. Hideous.
current mood:  Still a bit off
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rainbow_winx
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12:34p
Writer's Block: At the Hour of Preference
This is really an open-ended question. What time of day is best for what? Sex? I'd say whenever you're in the mood, obiviously! Best time to eat? When you're hungry but at least before midnight. Best time to wash your hair? For me, it's in the evening after 7 really. Even though I have what some Af-Am call 'wash and wear hair' I still have to go through a ritual to get it done. I have to oli it and groom it appropriately. It takes time. And half of that time is spent in the shower because of the conditioning I do to it so it's not some 15-20 minute thing like for some people. Best time to do homework for me is when the house is a little more settled-which is in the evening/closer to bedtime for the boys. It really depends....
current mood:  creative
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insaneladybug
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9:15a
SQUEEE!
**points.** Plunnie! While watching AC (which is a general thing I do on Saturday mornings), I suddenly wondered: why wasn't Zack there when all of Cloud's friends were lifting him up to fight Bahamut SIN, including Aerith? Then I wondered ... what if he had gone to talk to Seph and tried to convince him not to go through with his plan?
Finally finished chapter 2 of the Sonic X fic. Introed Fang, and he's rather irritated with the kids following him, as well as with somebody sniping at him. He's pretty much the same as I always wrote him, just now he has a different accent. And maybe he's slightly darker, too.
Forgot to mention this in the entry where I was discussing going out, so it gets this entry. We went to a bookstore type place on Wednesday. It was part bookstore, part odd-and-ends, and part antique mall. It was so awesome! X3 In the front they had a special display for July, with little Christmas trees in red, white, and blue that sported July 4th decorations. There were Independence Day themed garlands, pins, and other awesome stuff. I saw the windows decked out for Christmas last year, and now I'm wondering if they have the trees fixed up for every holiday. I wanna see if they do anything for Halloween!
It's in a really old building, and there were several rooms of stuff with open doorways leading to each one. In one room, a kimono was on display on a mannequin, along with some old American dolls, some beautiful glasswares, and books and CDs. Mixing the old and the new. X3 The main room featured quilts, baskets of buttons, and even an old bathtub of buttons. LOL. There were two rooms beyond that which had more of the antique mall features, but I was more interested in the upstairs. The stairs and the walls around them were painted mint green for some reason. It was so neat. X3
The top was mainly more antique mall stuff, and it was really stuffy up there because they didn't have air conditioning or even fans. But it was so cool. They had three rows of vendors' shops, plus an area with a couple of couches to sit on and relax, and even some old records and a jukebox that had selections from the sixties on up. It wasn't plugged in, unfortunately. But it had The Monkees, Billy Joel, Mariah Carey ... big variety. And there were lots of G.I. Joe things that were still mint in boxes. One thing I love about antique malls is that I can often find figures there that aren't so antique, but are out of print. Didn't see any I wanted at this one, but it was still fun to browse. For some reason, they had a bunch of old signs from Blockbuster hanging from the ceiling---"Five-Day Rental" and stuff like that. They're the kind with the flashing lights that make them look like movie marquees.
Back downstairs, when we went in the room with the kimono, we found another staircase that led to a smaller floor in between the two main ones. It seemed to be a clothing shop. It looked more like a costume shop in some ways. XD And the stairs were right there above part of the floor, so that you were standing underneath them at that part. Those stairs led up to another part of the antique mall.
It's such an amazing place that I wanna include something like it in one of my fics. X3 It will probably be in Dragons at Dawn.
current mood:  excited
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leikomgwtfbbq
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9:19a
I finally rolled out of the house and went and got some groceries. And a new umbrella, because I lost my old one.
I also found that neat chocolate-banana stuff that Gram and I used to make in Greenville. :D We've been looking for it for a long time and I hadn't seen it anywhere, but I finally found it at Wallsmart.
But it's only 9:21 and it's already getting pretty damn hot out there. D: And it's looking a bit stormy. I might not go swimming today like I'd planned. Maybe (if I can find some proper exercise clothes) I'll go to the little gym instead.
ETA:
Things I Didn't Know:
Bil Keane (creator of the insufferably awful Family Circus shit) is Glen Keane's (one of Disney's animators and the guy who came up with Beast's design) father.
I like Glen Keane's work a lot, but I have a lot of hatred for Family Circus. XP
current mood:  hot
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snarky_imp
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9:40a
yaaaaaaaaaawn
I'm hungry and there's pretty much nothing to eat. Woe is me. I've spent the last forever trying to find the school supply list for Widget's impending doom, and I can't find a damn thing. Guys! Send it out or put it on your shitty, shitty, shitty website already. Sales are going on and I'm getting impatient.
There's this teacher's supply volunteer place that basically gives supplies to teachers from schools that are, let's face it, beyond poor. I'm tempted to email and ask if they're in need of help on Mondays, since I could do that. On the other hand, social anxiety means that while I find the idea of helping fab, the idea of actually doing it? Kinda scares me. Hmm. Still, might mention it to Mumsy. Hell, might email anyway. I'm just trying to figure out if I actually want to do it, or if I'm only interested because it seems interesting and hell, I'm in need of something new to fill the void.
Of course, the void isn't exactly new. It hasn't even officially been confirmed, though I'm saying that the lack of confirmation is exactly that-confirmation. Cass is miffed because he hasn't replied to her, and thus she feels that she isn't scary enough. He should be. She gets these ideas into her head and actually follows through. I have no doubt that if she wanted to, she'd hunt him down and kick his ass. It doesn't hurt that he ain't that much taller than she is.
Yes, it's come to that. I'm making short jokes at his expense. But he's the one throwing me away, so in return I'll make all the short jokes I want. I might forgive, eventually, the complete destruction of the relationship, because heaven knows I've pulled the plug more than once, so it was bound to happen the other way... even if I do maintain that he last time I told him goodbye, he pushed me there. But the part that's kicking me in the kidneys and making my jaw lock is the part where we've been friends for so long that I'm not entirely sure what to do with myself without that. I don't even have anything to compare that to, y'know? Of course the thought of saying a damn thing to him at the moment is enough to make me want to punch someone, so... I dunno.
It's sinking in, slowly. I kind of thought that maybe since I saw something coming, maybe I'd have prepared myself enough that I'd just move along and it wouldn't knock me down or out. Now I'm thinking that I was an idiot. Can't blame a girl for hoping.
I dreamt about the perfect car last night. When I woke up, I couldn't remember a damn thing. Which is a bit distressing as cars don't interest me and this car was perfect for me. Perfect. Siiiiiigh. Of course, I was distracted by the weirdness that followed in the dream, so... yeah.
Okay, I need something to munch and probably sleep.
current mood:  lonely
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leikomgwtfbbq
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5:36a
I had a dream that I was some sort of catgirl superhero with magic powers. Neat. And I worked with Thor and Supergirl, which was doubly neat. XD I don't remember what we were doing. I also remember riding piggyback on some scrawny-but-surprisingly-strong Army dude's back over to Wallsmart. (Triple neat!)
current mood: amused
current music: Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen
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