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Jun. 13th, 2004 02:35 amWaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Omigod. Can not sleep.
Saturday ends with mouse show down in kitchen. It is scuttering behind the oven, with beady eyes and evil nefarious mouse thoughts. I'm not equipped to deal with rodents at this hour of the day.
Have been reading piles of really bad Harry/Hermione fanfic and getting steadily more and more depressed - have discovered, that while highschool was not a time of puppies and sunshine and lemon zest for me, I quite enjoy reading about it. So all these seven years in the future, blah blah blah war torn Harry and professor Hermione epics things are just draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaging me out. Perhaps I am just not in the right mood for them - but I like canon - call me crazy, and I really enjoy Rowling's sense of humor. All these things seem so grim and fastidiously dry. It's like reading romance novels written by Binns.
Also bang on conclusion: draco is v. gay. I keep on looking for the tiara.
Sleep is for the weak.
Watched "remember this" and "perhaps, perhaps, perhaps" over again on my coupling dvd - and can not possibly be more in love with Sally/Patrick. What I really want is a funny romance, something with the wit of a Hepburn/Grant movie but the charm of Jimmy Stewart and then add in dancing and a llama, and a girl in a black tshirt with an ankh around her neck and you have my perfect story.
But when Patrick goes, "I was talking about ME" and Sally's face when she realizes what he's admitted to?
Wibble.
The sheep are tapdancing on my head and they have gold canes.
Someone make it stop.
Also, do not like dillinger escape plan. was expanding my musical horizons (everything sounds like porn at this hour, by the way - 'expanding. I read a line about insides swelling with happiness, and no, it was not mpreg, but the hell? insides inflated with happiness? is that a horrible case of indigestion or what?')
But anyway- dillinger escape plan - MEH. Must give up any pretense to hardcore/metal/punk throne.
Am sappy singer-songwriter devotee with some forays into electronica. I can't get into the hardcore scene - probably cos i don't believe screaming is melodic.
ETA: do you think it was a bicycle pump that was doing all the expandin'?
Saturday ends with mouse show down in kitchen. It is scuttering behind the oven, with beady eyes and evil nefarious mouse thoughts. I'm not equipped to deal with rodents at this hour of the day.
Have been reading piles of really bad Harry/Hermione fanfic and getting steadily more and more depressed - have discovered, that while highschool was not a time of puppies and sunshine and lemon zest for me, I quite enjoy reading about it. So all these seven years in the future, blah blah blah war torn Harry and professor Hermione epics things are just draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaging me out. Perhaps I am just not in the right mood for them - but I like canon - call me crazy, and I really enjoy Rowling's sense of humor. All these things seem so grim and fastidiously dry. It's like reading romance novels written by Binns.
Also bang on conclusion: draco is v. gay. I keep on looking for the tiara.
Sleep is for the weak.
Watched "remember this" and "perhaps, perhaps, perhaps" over again on my coupling dvd - and can not possibly be more in love with Sally/Patrick. What I really want is a funny romance, something with the wit of a Hepburn/Grant movie but the charm of Jimmy Stewart and then add in dancing and a llama, and a girl in a black tshirt with an ankh around her neck and you have my perfect story.
But when Patrick goes, "I was talking about ME" and Sally's face when she realizes what he's admitted to?
Wibble.
The sheep are tapdancing on my head and they have gold canes.
Someone make it stop.
Also, do not like dillinger escape plan. was expanding my musical horizons (everything sounds like porn at this hour, by the way - 'expanding. I read a line about insides swelling with happiness, and no, it was not mpreg, but the hell? insides inflated with happiness? is that a horrible case of indigestion or what?')
But anyway- dillinger escape plan - MEH. Must give up any pretense to hardcore/metal/punk throne.
Am sappy singer-songwriter devotee with some forays into electronica. I can't get into the hardcore scene - probably cos i don't believe screaming is melodic.
ETA: do you think it was a bicycle pump that was doing all the expandin'?
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