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So, more of that lovely trawling bits.
But before that, an anouncement: turkey lunchables are the best sandwich meat ever.
Actually, what I *should* be doing is writing my ConReport for Balticon. Because it was AWESOME. And, me being the semi perfectionistic writer chick I am, I think I'm going to scrap the current format that it's in (Really, I don't even know) and replace it with something else, prolly chronalogical. Provided that I can remember everything that happened.
I think I need to rework my "People I actually care about and want to read all their entries" flist and prune it down to as small a handful as I can deal with. The problem is that people ocasionally hop on and off the list, mek and V and Mom are all permenent, of course, but what about say Chris. He's on the one I have, but so is almost everyone.
Mmm, Sweet Transvestite. Also, I am officially willing to admit RHPS as an addiction. I think I figured this out when I started going through moderate withdrawel on Monday and had Science Fiction playing on endless loop, which ocassionally caused me to start singing. Yeah. Kat does not sing unless there's music and she's feeling reasonably shameless. And in case you've somehow missed it, that is my new favorite song by a bunch. 17th most played song on itunes, which is especially impressive if you consider I've only had it on here for about two and a half months. *GRIN!*
No, I'm not obsessed, honest! You can ask Hyde exactly how obsessed I am with RHPS. He'll most likely snarl at you and stalk off to his room. And if Gabe's around, he will break out into song, which only serves to piss Hyde off more. It's REALLY funny.
...
Just because I have people living in my head doesn't mean I'm crazy.
You know, I think I'm going to try that one meme-type thing again. If you'd like me to post my thoughts on any subject at all, leave a comment with the subject and I'll write some random babbling about it. I have in fact tried that once before, but Liana was the only one to ever respond so it died quickly. I did in fact write that one (Shoes) but it's still untyped. Soyeah.
In other other other news, I think I need to learn how to braid my own hair. On a similar note, Marc wins bonus points for not leaving six plus inches of unbraided hair at the bottom of a braid, which some people seem to think is perfectly regular. No! Braids go until you run out of hair for the braiding!! *ruffles own hair*
It's actually down for once, which is beyond rare. I. Cannot. STAND having my hair down. But it needs a wash, and if I pull it into a ponytail, it won't get one. *sighs*
Yeah, I think it's time to transfer the thoughtstream over to conreporting. I'll catchyou kids and STG later.
~Sor
MOOP!
(((P.S: I'm in the market for any really lovely RHPS icon. The lovely Frank with a party hat was nice, but it's not at all ME! And confusing myself with my clone is Bad. So...yeah! Any takers?)))
But before that, an anouncement: turkey lunchables are the best sandwich meat ever.
Actually, what I *should* be doing is writing my ConReport for Balticon. Because it was AWESOME. And, me being the semi perfectionistic writer chick I am, I think I'm going to scrap the current format that it's in (Really, I don't even know) and replace it with something else, prolly chronalogical. Provided that I can remember everything that happened.
I think I need to rework my "People I actually care about and want to read all their entries" flist and prune it down to as small a handful as I can deal with. The problem is that people ocasionally hop on and off the list, mek and V and Mom are all permenent, of course, but what about say Chris. He's on the one I have, but so is almost everyone.
Mmm, Sweet Transvestite. Also, I am officially willing to admit RHPS as an addiction. I think I figured this out when I started going through moderate withdrawel on Monday and had Science Fiction playing on endless loop, which ocassionally caused me to start singing. Yeah. Kat does not sing unless there's music and she's feeling reasonably shameless. And in case you've somehow missed it, that is my new favorite song by a bunch. 17th most played song on itunes, which is especially impressive if you consider I've only had it on here for about two and a half months. *GRIN!*
No, I'm not obsessed, honest! You can ask Hyde exactly how obsessed I am with RHPS. He'll most likely snarl at you and stalk off to his room. And if Gabe's around, he will break out into song, which only serves to piss Hyde off more. It's REALLY funny.
...
Just because I have people living in my head doesn't mean I'm crazy.
You know, I think I'm going to try that one meme-type thing again. If you'd like me to post my thoughts on any subject at all, leave a comment with the subject and I'll write some random babbling about it. I have in fact tried that once before, but Liana was the only one to ever respond so it died quickly. I did in fact write that one (Shoes) but it's still untyped. Soyeah.
In other other other news, I think I need to learn how to braid my own hair. On a similar note, Marc wins bonus points for not leaving six plus inches of unbraided hair at the bottom of a braid, which some people seem to think is perfectly regular. No! Braids go until you run out of hair for the braiding!! *ruffles own hair*
It's actually down for once, which is beyond rare. I. Cannot. STAND having my hair down. But it needs a wash, and if I pull it into a ponytail, it won't get one. *sighs*
Yeah, I think it's time to transfer the thoughtstream over to conreporting. I'll catchyou kids and STG later.
~Sor
MOOP!
(((P.S: I'm in the market for any really lovely RHPS icon. The lovely Frank with a party hat was nice, but it's not at all ME! And confusing myself with my clone is Bad. So...yeah! Any takers?)))