lmao I had to stop in the middle of writing this because I was attacked by two snuggle-kitties demanding cuddles. I love them to little bits but it's a little annoying when you're trying to write and you have a cat lay down on your hand. Even if it is a little appreciated because it's cold.
*dances all over the place* I am so excited! Not only did we get it in time for SciFi Friday, but we also got it in time for the season premiere of JLU tomorrow and Smallville in two weeks.
And our box? It's set up so we can pause shows and stuff. And record when we miss 'em. =D
Oh, sigh. I've cleaned: off my desk, down the hall, around the couch, on the couch, under the couch, on the end table, around my desk, under mine and Heather's desks.
I still have to: sweep both the living room (yeah, we sweep the carpet 'cause we have a 20-something year old vacume that doesn't work for shit) and the kitchen/dining room, gotta clean under the table in the dining room, mop, finish the laundry clean pantry closet/laundry room and my room.
*tears at my hair* There's not actually a whole lot to do, even if that is a bit of a long list. But it's all over and it'll take forever and it has to be done before I go to bed and I'm tired, dammit! Luckilly, it's not just me doin' this whole stay up and clean bit so we can get Dish installed tomorrow- my dearest sister is doing the dishes and she keeps glaring at me because I'm taking a break to rest my hands before I take the trash out and get back to work.
It's 12:30 AM.
Will I get done before I go to bed? Will I get dish installed tomorrow or will Mom have to reschedule again? And do I sound like some reality TV show, or what? =P
Okay, so, I haven't been feeling very good the past few days. Mild sinus headaches, tummy troubles, sneezing up a storm (I'm more convinced that's because it's a] windy, b] fall and c] because I've been cleaning and kicking up dust like you wouldn't believe) and alternating between snappy and happy-go-lucky-bouncy-person.
However, when I woke up this morning I got to add another symptom to my nice relatively short list: I'm cold. And it's 80 degrees. And I've been told I feel warm. So, yeah, fever.
This suuuuuuucks! *barely refrains from turning into a whiny 6-year-old*
I just realized, just now- it's 9-11. Exactly four years after the whole War on Terrorism begin. Four long years of worrying about people I don't even know but feel like I have to worry about anyway because they're protecting us every single day.
I'd like to, at this time, take just a two minute moment of silence to remember and hopefully get past a lot of the shit that's happened in those hard four years.
So, I was getting hotdogs from the freezer (we only keep one package at a time in the fridge 'cause that way we never run out of hot dogs. Strange, yes, I know) and I commented to my sister (who asked what I was doing), "So, I have to dethaw these 'cause mom wants some for lunch."
She stared at me and then slowly raised her eyebrow. "Dethaw, Gwendolyn?"
Yeah, that's right. I said DETHAW! >.<
Oi. My vocab and mental definition box (that says that the definition of Lex Luthor is 'Sex on a stick, and all variations there of') totally suck. Funny thing is, I keep freaking saying dethaw when I obviously mean defrost.
All hail the DETHAW QUEEN, LADY OF THE RANDOM UNFORTUNATE ACCIDENTS OF VOCAB! XD
In other news, I'm pondering putting my head through a wall in annoyance at my lack of thought process for another drabble that I so desperately want to do, but can't figure out how.
Finally, you all must bow down to the wonder that is Mountain Dew Livewire. BOW, insufferable mortals, KNEEL BEFORE YOUR MASTER! (and has anyone thought to take away my remote privledges?... didn't think so....)
I was thinking today, just random thoughts of mine.
Firstly, I was going over some old posts. I'm... kind of saddened when I look at them. They represent just how depressed I can get if I let myself wallow in too much self-pity. I'm not proud that I let myself get to that point, ever. I commented once that people don't realize how fast the people of America are growing up because of the stupidity of some adults. My words rang true and I just wish I could say the same about so many other things. Looking back at myself, I suppose I've let myself slip off my game of being retrospective and have become rather bitter of the system. Outside influence has almost everything to do with this, unfortunately; it is because of things like all those nasty people out there that have made me stop believing that while we are privelaged as Americans, we have very little in the way of freedom any more.
I went to both of the Colorado Pride Fests (the one in Denver, and the one in Colorado Springs). While there weren't as many problems in Denver, a lot of the people who lined the street at the parade with signs were all protesting our pride. It is very rare that I admit that yes, I am very much Bi sexual leaning very, very closely to lesbian just for that reason (I still like to look at guys and get warm at the thought of a Clark-and-Lex sandwhich with me being the cheese, but I prefer women for a gazillion of reasons). It is even rarer that I can say that I am proudly Pegan and a practisioner of Wicca. This is not to say that I am not proud of who I am, because I most deffinately proud, but because of the social conditioning we're experiencing in this day and age.
I admit, I'm not that old but I feel so... old. Like I'm 40 or so years older than I'm supposed to be because of all the shit I've seen. So much death and destruction... kids I know getting killed for no reason other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time... bombings in areas that house people I know!And it doesn't end there... It feels like the world is falling apart around my ears in slow motion.
For every single seperate universe (for example: the Justice League, Mercedes Lackey's Heralds of Valdemar, and so on), there is a dream scape structure that one can escape to while sleeping. It's like...we're phantoms there until we sleep, watchers of something we can't touch in this waking world without being entirely insane. But when we go to sleep, we can dream up a fantasy that's very close to how it would really be wherever that single universe is. Ever get a sense of de ja vu when watching a TV show, swearing you remember that actually happening to you or someone you know but when you talk to people around you, you get funny looks because, technically to this verson of Earth, it never happened? That's kinda what I'm talking about. It sounds insane. But, if you can't let yourself imagine this or belive that this is, in some way real, even if it's in your mind while you sleep, what is there left?
Fanfiction is one of the ways of expressing this odd little thing. It let's you explore what you may have seen in a daydream or while asleep or maybe just a random thought you had floating around. Fanart is another good way to express what you see in your mind's eye. Did you know that if you don't sleep, you could actually go insane because of the way your body needs to reset? Dreaming is a way of expressing what's happened in your day or maybe just an escape from stress. Fanfiction can be an extension of this, though it can't be a replacement.
I guess that's all my thoughts right now; I'm kind of tired and I can't think in a straight line if I get to thinking too deeply. Maybe I'll continue my speculation after some rest.
busy and cold
ecstatic
ditzy