Give me time I will be clear
Jul. 15th, 2003 11:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWaiting on tenterhooks now. I hate it. Grr.
Managed to get some writing done yesterday, though nowhere near as much as I wanted to. Hopefully I can get something done today, since it looks like it's going to be a quiet day. No one planning anything, no one's anything dying, no big catastrophe or melodrama. I like this life without melodrama, and yet with interesting things happening. La de da. Dru is happy.
Saw League this weekend, and while it wasn't the paragon of literary homage I'd hoped it was going to be, but it was actually quite good. I very much enjoyed Flemyng's Jeckyll, Curran's Invisible Man (an Invisible Man even if it wasn't the Invisible Man), and the Capt Nemo. I also enjoyed the sets and the toys! ohhh the beauty of the Nautilus. I want that ship. And that library of Gray's. And .. hell. Most of their clothes, their toys, and Jeckyll. Oooh he was so squee.
Give me time I will be clear
Given time you'll understand
What possesses me
To right what you have suffered
I'm actually in a good mood today. Talked to April last night, talked to Suze, things seem to be going well for them. Spent a relaxing weekend with my sailor boy and Pirate!John and Krishna, going to the movies and whatnot. Saw 13 Ghosts again, and other than that did very little in the way of actual work. Go me!
That was a very strange commercial for Geico, with mimes.
I have this urge to get a fish again. Granted, I'll probably wait till I have a job, maybe even wait till I have my own apartment, but I have this urge to get a fish agian. And I blame it partly on April and partly on those damn cool glowy green in black light fish that freaky companies in Asia are genetically engineering. Weirder pets trhough science, making your world that much kookier. Well, as much as I don't like the implications of genetic engineering, there's just something damn cool about these glowy green fish, which I have decided to call Matrix!Fish. If I ever get some of THOSE I'm going to call them Agents.
The touch... the feel... of cotton
Yeah, today seems to be a day for getting things stuck in my head. Lessee.. clean house, write, walk. At some point this week I need to get back to the library, return the books I got, get some new ones. I think I'm going to like having a library card.
And you know... I didn't say this last week because .. well, I just didn't take time to note it down. But there is very little more disgusting than going to throw something out and discovering (since there were only four or so items in the trash anyway) that someone has apparently taken a used condom from your bin. Can we say EEEEEEEWWW? I thought we could. What the hell kind of sick person takes a used condom out from someone's bin? Apart from Alicia Silverstone in The Crush, which completely squicked me out. Just like this completely squicked me out.
I dunno. I realize people have to do things to... I don't know. Emotionally satisfy them? But... eeewww. Gross. Nasty. Foul, disgusting, and wretched. I don't know. Maybe I either need to keep the trashcan more filled so I don't notice or put a lock on my door so people can't keep rifling through my stuff. It's just... ugh. Talk about invasion of privacy, not to mention sick and demeneted and depraved and... yech.
Trying to forget it now. Trying to forget... Okay. Goign to the bathroom, soaping up my face since I seem to be having an attack of oily. Quaff the orange juice, clean up my workstation, vacuum all this weird nameless fuzz from the floor. I swear, you'd think we have a dog in here. I don't know what it is... hair, probably, but whether it's mine or my roommate's is anyone's guess. C'est la vie. Do the damn dishes. Probably do that before I vacuum.
Okay. Time to put some music on and get going. In the words of Eddie Izzard...
Ciaaaaoooo!
Managed to get some writing done yesterday, though nowhere near as much as I wanted to. Hopefully I can get something done today, since it looks like it's going to be a quiet day. No one planning anything, no one's anything dying, no big catastrophe or melodrama. I like this life without melodrama, and yet with interesting things happening. La de da. Dru is happy.
Saw League this weekend, and while it wasn't the paragon of literary homage I'd hoped it was going to be, but it was actually quite good. I very much enjoyed Flemyng's Jeckyll, Curran's Invisible Man (an Invisible Man even if it wasn't the Invisible Man), and the Capt Nemo. I also enjoyed the sets and the toys! ohhh the beauty of the Nautilus. I want that ship. And that library of Gray's. And .. hell. Most of their clothes, their toys, and Jeckyll. Oooh he was so squee.
Give me time I will be clear
Given time you'll understand
What possesses me
To right what you have suffered
I'm actually in a good mood today. Talked to April last night, talked to Suze, things seem to be going well for them. Spent a relaxing weekend with my sailor boy and Pirate!John and Krishna, going to the movies and whatnot. Saw 13 Ghosts again, and other than that did very little in the way of actual work. Go me!
That was a very strange commercial for Geico, with mimes.
I have this urge to get a fish again. Granted, I'll probably wait till I have a job, maybe even wait till I have my own apartment, but I have this urge to get a fish agian. And I blame it partly on April and partly on those damn cool glowy green in black light fish that freaky companies in Asia are genetically engineering. Weirder pets trhough science, making your world that much kookier. Well, as much as I don't like the implications of genetic engineering, there's just something damn cool about these glowy green fish, which I have decided to call Matrix!Fish. If I ever get some of THOSE I'm going to call them Agents.
The touch... the feel... of cotton
Yeah, today seems to be a day for getting things stuck in my head. Lessee.. clean house, write, walk. At some point this week I need to get back to the library, return the books I got, get some new ones. I think I'm going to like having a library card.
And you know... I didn't say this last week because .. well, I just didn't take time to note it down. But there is very little more disgusting than going to throw something out and discovering (since there were only four or so items in the trash anyway) that someone has apparently taken a used condom from your bin. Can we say EEEEEEEWWW? I thought we could. What the hell kind of sick person takes a used condom out from someone's bin? Apart from Alicia Silverstone in The Crush, which completely squicked me out. Just like this completely squicked me out.
I dunno. I realize people have to do things to... I don't know. Emotionally satisfy them? But... eeewww. Gross. Nasty. Foul, disgusting, and wretched. I don't know. Maybe I either need to keep the trashcan more filled so I don't notice or put a lock on my door so people can't keep rifling through my stuff. It's just... ugh. Talk about invasion of privacy, not to mention sick and demeneted and depraved and... yech.
Trying to forget it now. Trying to forget... Okay. Goign to the bathroom, soaping up my face since I seem to be having an attack of oily. Quaff the orange juice, clean up my workstation, vacuum all this weird nameless fuzz from the floor. I swear, you'd think we have a dog in here. I don't know what it is... hair, probably, but whether it's mine or my roommate's is anyone's guess. C'est la vie. Do the damn dishes. Probably do that before I vacuum.
Okay. Time to put some music on and get going. In the words of Eddie Izzard...
Ciaaaaoooo!
