Dear Die-ary

You represent... hope.
You're quite a daydreamer and can be a hopeless
romantic. You enjoy being creative and don't
mind being alone at times. You have goals, and
know what you want in life... even if they are
a little far fetched.


What feeling do you represent?
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Cute. *amused*

Well, I got three out of five of my stories finished, which brings up a total of... hrr. I finished two yesterday. Five stories finished! Which is damn good, considering I also started one yesterday and just about finished it today. Still need to figure out if I want to keep the originally planned ending or leave it where it fell.

BUrble burble burble. Still not much happening today... tonight, as it now is. I missed the TNT Caeser rerun. Oh well. Maybe they'll put it back on again, or maybe not. Somehow I can't bring myself to care anymore. Although it would have been highly entertaining to see the likes of Chris Noth and Christopher Walken as Roman senators and soldiers and whatnot, the previews sort of sucked all the joy out of the movie.

La de da. My legs hurt from sitting so cramped up all evening. I should go out and run while it's dark and relatively cool out. Especially with the whole West Nile scare thing, and everyone saying to avoid bodies of water near dawn and dusk. Pfui on that, but it is more pleasant to walk during the day or evening, when the gnats aren't out. Stupid gnats. And stupid geese, too. I think I'll go running before I go to bed tonight, though. I'm getting more wind, which is always good. And maybe then I can wear my pants. Argh. Leg hurty.

Actually, I did something else that might be productive of some good today, I think. I flipped through some of my old sketches... from the vantage point of not working on them for hours only to have them turn out not how I wanted, they're actually not that bad. I might even finish them one of these days. I swear, art for me is ten times worse than writing. Stupid art.

More babble. Babel? L'enfer, c'est les autres. Pfui. I should dig up my old copy of Huis Clos, though, because suddenly I have an urge to read that. I think it has something to do with all this Lucius fic. He's exactly the sort of person I can see in the male role in that play, as G-----. Yes, I forgot his name. Either way.... j'ai besoin d'une livre de philosophie. Merde. And a little Sartre would really hit the spot right about now, bring back happy memories. Which is ironic because most of his philosophy is anything but happy.

A friend in need's a friend indeed
a friend who bleeds is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
a friend who's dressed in leather

Sinbad this weekend with John. Who started reminding me of John the Bonk earlier today when I was banging out an e-mail home. I wonder whatever happened with John the Bonk and the rest of the dogs. And Zippy! Good gods. I wonder what happened to Zippy, the dear dear man. I used to have such a crush on him. And it's funny because I can remember that, but I can't remember what he looked like except that he was pale and blonde. I also remember he got married several years back, but I haven't seen him since I was a little girl.

Funny the things you remember apropos of nothing.

And John will henceforth be known as Pirate!John. Why? I don't know. Because I can't think of pirate movies or books without thinking 'Look, John! Pirates!' I swear, the boy's more obssessive than I get sometimes. Silly creature. Well, it'll be good if I can get up there this weekend, as I need to hash out a Werewolf character with him. Come to think of it, why do I call him a boy when he's nearly ten years older than I am? Why do I call anyone anything? Oh well.

Yeah, that's more than enough inane babble for tonight. My thoughts aren't really big enough to make up an entire entry, so I guess I just squished them all together. Oh well.

A bientot

RP imitates art imitates RP

Today started out evil. I got up, I stumbled over to the computer and banged out another chapter of Understanding, worked some more on some original fiction. And then my sailor boy comes over with the news of doom.

Well, okay. I should know damn well by now that getting my hopes up does absolutely no good. I went to the Target place. I filled out the application, got an interview (which some of the people there didn't get, so that's something)... and then today he shows up with the news that when he went back to fill out the application they told him all the positions had been filled. Now that was like a swift kick to my nonexistant jumblies. I spent the next half hour in a good cry, with poor Blue trying to pull me out of it. Talk about sucknuts. It ended in due course of time, because of course my sailor boy can always make me feel better. Wonderful man, he is. He always makes me feel happy when I'm depressed. Which, given my tendency/history of depression, is a good thing. So we flipped through more job newspapers and circled more numbers and made a note to call them on a day that wasn't the day before a holiday.

Then we went out for lunch. Had some chinese food, came back, buggered around. I finally convinced him to let me write for a couple hours while he gathered everyone together for the evening's festivities... it's funny. He maintains the optimistic view that getting the J and B crew together is remotely easy and accomplished quickly. I maintain that it's like herding cats. So anyway, after about three hours (not two, which, he left at four and I said I'd be ready at six and it still took another hour and a half or so) we finally got together with Pirate John and went off to see Sinbad.

( The Adventures of Sinbad and the Giant... )

And after the movie the cutest thing happened. We were discussing the movie, how much everyone was like our characters in Blue's Palladium game. Especially Jame and Eisen. But afterwards we were discussing where to eat lunch, and NavyBlue mentioned the Old Spaghetti Factory. And then I mentioned my favorite dish to date, although my enthusiasm pales next to that of Pirate John's. I mentioned the word 'mizithra' and he sort of... exploded. Like an excitable anime character. My darling sailor boy said later in the car when I was still recovering from that bout of .. whatever.. that he hadn't seen John that excited in a long time. It was hilarious.

And we sat and talked for a couple hours. The Pirate couldn't believe I hadn't seen Cutthroat Island. Again. Blue expressed disbelief that I ordered something other than the mizithra pasta, and I teased them both about being old fogeys when they talked about seeing Star Wars and the Terminator movies in the theatre. Grand old time. And I finally got their oreo shake, which proved to have more chocolate and vanilla ice cream than actual oreo.

The downside to this is that I got food coma. So, here I am, and trying to stay awake so I don't do the eat-thud-sleep thing.

It's been a relatively good day.