kittydesade | (no subject)

Wann stehst du auf? Ich stehe um sechs auf.
Wann duschst du? Ich dusche mich morgens, normalerweise um sechs uhr fünfzehn.
Wann ziehst du dich an? Ich ziehe mich Morgens an.

And then I got distracted by house stuff.

お金がある　お金があったら、　うれしいです。
１．友だちがたくさんできる
２．せいせきがいい
成績がよかったら、パーテイに行きます。
３．日本に行ける
日本に行けたら、　
４．がっこうがやすみだ
学校が休みだ、公園に行きます。
５．宿題がない
宿題がなかったら、テレビを見ます。
６．プレゼントをもらう
プレゼントをもらったら、
７．物価が安い
物価が安かったら、たくさん鶏肉を買います。
８．いい天気だ
いい天気だったら、ジョギングに行きます。
９．弁護士になれる
弁護士になれたら、
１０．先生がやさしい
先生がやさしかったら、授業が楽しいです。

Okay, Arabic accounting will go here at some point. Once I have brain cells that don't feel like they've been baked in weed. No, I haven't been.

I'm having one of those weird feelings of not being needed anymore. Everyone can write stories, they don't need me to entertain them or do it for them, they have their own stories. Most of them better than mine, and yes, I know exactly where that thought comes from. Fortunately, this is applying mostly to fanfic, and it'll probably pass. But I'd forgotten, a little, what this felt like. Oh, you've got your own stories, you don't need me to write the fanfic for you.

Which might actually be good, because god knows I have enough to do both writing and non-writing, but it's still discomfiting.

And yet not nearly as discomfiting as that movie oh my GOD what the hell was that I just watched. The movie's called The Perfect Host, starring David Hyde Pierce and Clayne Crawford and I have no idea what the hell just happened. I mean, we watched it for the pretty and the morbid curiosity because the trailer made it seem a bit cracky and interesting. And it was interesting! Only, not a bit cracky. A lot cracky. I feel like this movie would have made more sense on drugs, or at least on weed. Any drug that makes you feel like your mind's expanded and you can understand the secrets of the universe, because I damn well didn't understand what the hell was going on watching that movie sober. I could give you details but it would probably spoil it. But after that movie I can't believe I have any logic left. Ow.

House news! Because I know you all are dying to hear. One hurdle has been jumped and a price has been set at, yes, roughly $TheShire. We met in the middle, now we just have to go to the Cart and Horse bank and get our loan, and get the inspection to make sure Something Nasty isn't lurking in the house. And once that's taken care of, the inspection that is, I will tell you all everything about Old Hotness. Because there is so much I have not yet told you and oh my god you guys this house is fucking amazing. I am so, so lucky.

Right. This weekend we need to replenish our fridge still, because we have nothing in the fridge but four sticks of butter, milk, juice, leftover chinese, and vodka. There's a joke in there about various kinds of stereotypes somewhere, pretend I made it, my brain's still sizzling from that movie. Replenish the fridge, and I need to pack up some stuff that I won't need over the next couple of months because if all goes as well as I think it will we will be moving house in a month and a half, two months. Maybe less? For those of you who have recently bought houses they accepted our offer and we have a pre-approval letter for what is now over the amount, so I don't know if a month and a half/two months is reasonable. I know we can probably get the inspector in on fairly short notice if we start the utilities getting turned on at the beginning of next week. Stupid banks. Bank owned properties, etc. And on Monday I have to remember to call Mortgage Lady. Urghfrazzled. But at least slowly coming back to earth.

Right, really organized now. Picking up, writing, grocery shopping, packing. This can be done.