My Biggest Fan

Wow. I haven't updated in a few days. So here's a recap for all of the voices in my head who care and/or feel justified somehow by reading/writing this stuff. Arrgh.

107.9 is having a contest to be a DJ on the morning show, and I decided to enter. You have to send them a 100 word essay and a pic, so my mom said she'd take some for me since the others didn't turn out too well. We went down to Mercer Park, and she's directing me to do things, stand, sit, look that way, etc. etc. As were were leaving this little kid starts screaming at us. My mom's like, give the kid a thrill, Feather, wave at him. So I did. He got all excited and I could finally make out what he was saying. The conversation was as follows:

Kid: Are you from a magazine?
Me: *thinking, why not?* Yes!
Kid: Really really from a magazine!
Me: Yeah, really really!
Kid: *starts freaking out* OH MY GOD! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!!

It was quite cute. Lol.

And after that, nothing happened. Sheesh.

Got off work early today, Dad's sick again. Blah blah. Am downloading music for Mom, yay.

I could've sworn that I had something more to say. Oh well, what do you expect when you have no life. It really shouldn't surprise me at this point.

Oh yeah, for those of you who want to know:

Kyoko's dating a Jersey Boy (go her,) is a decorated veteran, her foot is getting better but is still in a cast, is stateside again (AZ) and recently went to San Diego and had the time of her life. Her sister's getting married, and she'll be back in NY in June or July. So yeah.

Am going to go call Nelys and she what she's up to. Am also going out tonight, to a lecture on the gardens of New Zealand at the library. New Zealand... hmmm.

More later.

My Biggest Fan

Wow. I haven't updated in a few days. So here's a recap for all of the voices in my head who care and/or feel justified somehow by reading/writing this stuff. Arrgh.

107.9 is having a contest to be a DJ on the morning show, and I decided to enter. You have to send them a 100 word essay and a pic, so my mom said she'd take some for me since the others didn't turn out too well. We went down to Mercer Park, and she's directing me to do things, stand, sit, look that way, etc. etc. As were were leaving this little kid starts screaming at us. My mom's like, give the kid a thrill, Feather, wave at him. So I did. He got all excited and I could finally make out what he was saying. The conversation was as follows:

Kid: Are you from a magazine?
Me: *thinking, why not?* Yes!
Kid: Really really from a magazine!
Me: Yeah, really really!
Kid: *starts freaking out* OH MY GOD! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!!!

It was quite cute. Lol.

And after that, nothing happened. Sheesh.

Got off work early today, Dad's sick again. Blah blah. Am downloading music for Mom, yay.

I could've sworn that I had something more to say. Oh well, what do you expect when you have no life. It really shouldn't surprise me at this point.

Oh yeah, for those of you who want to know:

Kyoko's dating a Jersey Boy (go her,) is a decorated veteran, her foot is getting better but is still in a cast, is stateside again (AZ) and recently went to San Diego and had the time of her life. Her sister's getting married, and she'll be back in NY in June or July. So yeah.

Am going to go call Nelys and she what she's up to. Am also going out tonight, to a lecture on the gardens of New Zealand at the library. New Zealand... hmmm.

More later.

Rant. Meandering thought... spare yourself, don't read it if you don't have to.

My hands are cold and I hate this miserable weather. I could always go sit up in my room but it's fecking cold up there, too.

I feel very tough, sitting here with my Yankees cap on backwards. Yeah. Bring it.

I'm thinking of changing my journal to Dark Arwen. I'm pretty much a blend of those two characters: Max and Arwen.

I like Ninjas (Max.) I do embroidery (Arwen.) I'm on the Girls-Kick-Ass-Says-So-On-A-T-Shirt side of things (Max.) Dark hair, light eyes, pale skin, tall (Arwen.) Normal Ears (Max.) Kind of demure (Arwen.) But a tough girl (Max.)

Okay. I'll stop.

Have just downloaded Horse and Carriage. Go me!

You know, I think humans are the cockroaches or the universe. No matter what happens, we will always find a way to adapt and survive. Make a turbine engine out of two toothpicks and some bubble gum and a rock? Sure thing.

We just don't quit. If we were an experiment started by some other world, some other people, they've got to be sitting back at this point going, shit, look what we did. We unleashed these motherfuckers on the universe? What were we thinking?

I mean, think about this for a second. We, as a species have progressed normall for x amount of thousands of years, then *wham!* 1900 and things just start moving in leaps and bounds. We've probably made thousands of years of progress in a hundred years, going by the normal rate. We've got medicines and stuff, and lots of toys to play with.

And we don't like each other.

This could send us all straight to hell in a hand basket! Oh well, I'm going down laughing all the way.

I have no idea where this train of thought is going. So, ladies and gentlemen, here are some quotes.

"It's lonely up here at the top. Just me, God, and Vizzini..." ~ My Dad (Vizzini is from the Princess Bride. If you haven't seen it, go rent it. NOW.)

"You are what you ride." ~ Tom (Because his parents didn't hear me come in, and his dad was like, are you a Ninja or something? Hence the quote.)

I've thought of a new fanfic idea. Drum roll, please.

Tenth Member of the Fellowship= MY DAD.

I'll let you all think about the disasterous consequences of that. In the meantime I'm off to go eat something. And hide under alot of blankets.

Do you know how weird spaghetti would be if you've never seen anything like it before? Slimy noodles with red stuff over the top of it. Yech.

Rant. Meandering thought... spare yourself, don't read it if you don't have to.

My hands are cold and I hate this miserable weather. I could always go sit up in my room but it's fecking cold up there, too.

I feel very tough, sitting here with my Yankees cap on backwards. Yeah. Bring it.

I'm thinking of changing my journal to Dark Arwen. I'm pretty much a blend of those two characters: Max and Arwen.

I like Ninjas (Max.) I do embroidery (Arwen.) I'm on the Girls-Kick-Ass-Says-So-On-A-T-Shirt side of things (Max.) Dark hair, light eyes, pale skin, tall (Arwen.) Normal Ears (Max.) Kind of demure (Arwen.) But a tough girl (Max.)

Okay. I'll stop.

Have just downloaded Horse and Carriage. Go me!

You know, I think humans are the cockroaches or the universe. No matter what happens, we will always find a way to adapt and survive. Make a turbine engine out of two toothpicks and some bubble gum and a rock? Sure thing.

We just don't quit. If we were an experiment started by some other world, some other people, they've got to be sitting back at this point going, shit, look what we did. We unleashed these motherfuckers on the universe? What were we thinking?

I mean, think about this for a second. We, as a species have progressed normall for x amount of thousands of years, then *wham!* 1900 and things just start moving in leaps and bounds. We've probably made thousands of years of progress in a hundred years, going by the normal rate. We've got medicines and stuff, and lots of toys to play with.

And we don't like each other.

This could send us all straight to hell in a hand basket! Oh well, I'm going down laughing all the way.

I have no idea where this train of thought is going. So, ladies and gentlemen, here are some quotes.

"It's lonely up here at the top. Just me, God, and Vizzini..." ~ My Dad (Vizzini is from the Princess Bride. If you haven't seen it, go rent it. NOW.)

"You are what you ride." ~ Tom (Because his parents didn't hear me come in, and his dad was like, are you a Ninja or something? Hence the quote.)

I've thought of a new fanfic idea. Drum roll, please.

Tenth Member of the Fellowship= MY DAD.

I'll let you all think about the disasterous consequences of that. In the meantime I'm off to go eat something. And hide under alot of blankets.

Do you know how weird spaghetti would be if you've never seen anything like it before? Slimy noodles with red stuff over the top of it. Yech.