Life, and similar things!
Jun. 15th, 2007 08:47 amI miss my clone. Damn her and her warm fuzzy dreams! *shakes fist*
On a similar note (related to dreams at least) I have an open letter to my subconcious.
Dear subconcious.
While I appreciate the obvious effort involved in trying to give me a BalticonDream, what the hell was up with all the snow? Also, you do know that the consuite is *connected* to the main building, right? So technically, no one would have to crawl through the snow to get there, and, as the consuite has a roof, there really shouldn't have been snow in it.
Thanks.
Luv, Kat.
P.S: I fully support Magus in spectacular* kilts though. We can have more of that, yep.
*Spectacular meaning sortof a darkish purple and blue hawaiin print utilikilt. If such a thing actually exists, I want it.
BLAH SPELLING MISTAKES!
Seriously, I made like three really stupid mistakes in typing the last paragraph. Sorcy can't spell today. :(
As for other, non dream related shtuff...uhm...I'm out. I need more dreams of guys in kilts. Or more dreams with NakedSwing in them. >> <<
*totally isn't a bad person. Much.*
ANYWAYS!
I have been spending entierly too much time cleaning my room lately, with a good amount of help from Ksatyr. It is a difficult process. I fear it may never be truly done, and currently just exists in the moving shit from point a to point b form of cleaning.
Which will work, until I have to pack. Eek!
(Unrelated note --I wonder how many of my legos I can take with me...)
Katters is a bad influence on me. Oompa, oompa, oompa. :p
Uhm. Soyeah. Tuesday I went to the Holocaust Musuem, which was...well...a museum about the Holocaust. Pretty damn depressing, but worth going to at least once.
On the plus side, me and Becky finished up the day by me forcing her to watch Blues Brothers, and her forcing me to watch a couple of episodes of Stargate (1969 and the 200th episode) which were pretty fun.
Huh. Rosi and Guil have wandered back into my head. Eh, whatever.
Moving right along...yeah, I have no more of a life. I hung out with Veronica a bunch yesterday. We played an obscene amount of Geetar Hero, and watched Robots (since it was on) and Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways, since V had never seen it, and we were in the mood for EcclstonDoctor. Fish and Ksatyr were there as well, which partially inspired that.
Mel made Aly a cake on Wednesday night, because she's *awesome*. It's good cake, too.
I'm hella behind in reading you lot --I'm barely through the thirteenth, with all the zombies. Which, might I add, I am INCREDIBLY pissed I missed it. Grr! Argh!!
Annnnnnnd I'm out. Off to goclean up, like I'm supposed toget sucked in by the flattering words of my clone.
~Sor
MOOP!
On a similar note (related to dreams at least) I have an open letter to my subconcious.
Dear subconcious.
While I appreciate the obvious effort involved in trying to give me a BalticonDream, what the hell was up with all the snow? Also, you do know that the consuite is *connected* to the main building, right? So technically, no one would have to crawl through the snow to get there, and, as the consuite has a roof, there really shouldn't have been snow in it.
Thanks.
Luv, Kat.
P.S: I fully support Magus in spectacular* kilts though. We can have more of that, yep.
*Spectacular meaning sortof a darkish purple and blue hawaiin print utilikilt. If such a thing actually exists, I want it.
BLAH SPELLING MISTAKES!
Seriously, I made like three really stupid mistakes in typing the last paragraph. Sorcy can't spell today. :(
As for other, non dream related shtuff...uhm...I'm out. I need more dreams of guys in kilts. Or more dreams with NakedSwing in them. >> <<
*totally isn't a bad person. Much.*
ANYWAYS!
I have been spending entierly too much time cleaning my room lately, with a good amount of help from Ksatyr. It is a difficult process. I fear it may never be truly done, and currently just exists in the moving shit from point a to point b form of cleaning.
Which will work, until I have to pack. Eek!
(Unrelated note --I wonder how many of my legos I can take with me...)
Katters is a bad influence on me. Oompa, oompa, oompa. :p
Uhm. Soyeah. Tuesday I went to the Holocaust Musuem, which was...well...a museum about the Holocaust. Pretty damn depressing, but worth going to at least once.
On the plus side, me and Becky finished up the day by me forcing her to watch Blues Brothers, and her forcing me to watch a couple of episodes of Stargate (1969 and the 200th episode) which were pretty fun.
Huh. Rosi and Guil have wandered back into my head. Eh, whatever.
Moving right along...yeah, I have no more of a life. I hung out with Veronica a bunch yesterday. We played an obscene amount of Geetar Hero, and watched Robots (since it was on) and Bad Wolf/Parting of the Ways, since V had never seen it, and we were in the mood for EcclstonDoctor. Fish and Ksatyr were there as well, which partially inspired that.
Mel made Aly a cake on Wednesday night, because she's *awesome*. It's good cake, too.
I'm hella behind in reading you lot --I'm barely through the thirteenth, with all the zombies. Which, might I add, I am INCREDIBLY pissed I missed it. Grr! Argh!!
Annnnnnnd I'm out. Off to go
~Sor
MOOP!