Okay. Quick recap. Lately I've been too tired/spazzed/whatever to write.
First order of business:Happy Birthday Ayako-chan!!!
Hope you got lots of stuff. We're hanging out before you leave. Period.
My birthday was okay. More relaxing than anything else. Mom made a cake and we just kind of hung out. Talking about what we'd like to do to various celebrities.Mom snorted into her slice of cake. "Julia Roberts is such a screaming nut. I'd love to run up to her and slam a pie in her face." They all laughed. "Michael Jackson, too," she added.
"But his nose would collapse," Heather said, still giggling at the image of Julia Roberts with wipped cream in her hair.
"We could party with Bruce Springsteen."
"I want to push Orlando Bloom into the river. Think he'd laugh? 'Dur, I'm Orli and I'm all wet!' Ha Ha!"
Kelsey took a spoonful of ice cream and considered it. Suddenly she put her spoon down on her plate.
"I want to pull Will Smith's ears," she announced.
Yeah. So the next day we went to see Harry Potter. As a result of this I've joined the hp_jailbait
community. Malfoy what??? *dies* See, in my insanity I can rationalize it like this: In the books (as of this year) Malfoy is fifteen, and I am twenty, there fore in five years we could have an Anakin-Padme relationship! *insane laughter* Alright, I'll stop.
Had a very serious discussion with Mom the other day. Specifically which HP guy would I end up with. This was her answer.
"You would be really good friends with Harry and Ron, but nothing more; You would love to torment Malfoy even though you're both in Slytherin, so nothing there either. Wood is too much of a jock for you- You'd wind up fighting with him or something."
"I can see you doing very bad things with the Weasley twins and Suzanne and Jeannette. But I think in the end you would run off with Snape."
*When she said 'very bad things' she meant
practical jokes. Which is good, since I thought she meant something else- and as much as I like Suzanne and Jeannette and the Weasley twins, well...
Went to work this morning, and Mom mailed some letters in the mailbox at the end of the parking lot. So she went to back up, spun a little bit on the ice and crashed into the cement light post. So now there's a two foot dent in the back of the car and I have mild whiplash and a mild concussion. WOO!!!
And Carol quit. Which means that it's just me and Mom now, and no days off in sight. FUN.
I'm going to write till eleven come hell or high water. Maybe I'll just pick up on a later chapter and worry about the bridge parts later.
At least I’ve got the plot all figured out. It hit me at work the other day exactly how to work it out. Of course, as I was day dreaming, I almost dropped a tray of Italian bread, but whatever.
All that stuff about Michelle Rodriguez as Rain before- did you think I was kidding? I think Tom did. He asked me if I would make out with her (or her character in Resident Evil.) Yes. Yes I would. Seriously. That's the only girl I'm even remotely attracted to. ;)
So, should I stop babbling now?