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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEVLIN!!!!!
*giant hugs 'n' kisses*
*giant hugs 'n' kisses*
Sep. 11th, 2003
Off kilter.
Sep. 11th, 2003 02:20 pmDad's coming back later. We have to go to this fund raiser for firemen (which ones?) thing at Hooligan's, and I don't want to. However, my hands are tied about this issue because not only is it a drag 9/11 out of the closet and rage on and on about it thing, it's also a business thing, which means that I have to go and put in an appearance.
Also, I have to dress nice.
Bah humbug.
It's just that... I don't know. It's taken two years to finally put this bitch behind me. And even now, I don't want to talk about it, or hear about it, or listen to radio broadcasts that the morons up here like to play about it. Because at some point I have to move on with life, and hello, this kind of thing isn't helping! It's funny, though, how the people who were closest to it just want a quiet kind of ordinary day, and the people that it really didn't affect directly want to live it all over again. Or at least, that's how it seems to me. Maybe I'm wrong. I probably am. But whatever.
Don't look back
You can never look back
Work is crazy, as usual. Life is crazy. Just crazy.
As usual when things get crazy, I've taken on a totally irrational viewpoint of something random that has nothing to do with anything.
Thus:
New Mexico, does not, in fact, exist.
It's all a lie.
Thank you.
Also, I have to dress nice.
Bah humbug.
It's just that... I don't know. It's taken two years to finally put this bitch behind me. And even now, I don't want to talk about it, or hear about it, or listen to radio broadcasts that the morons up here like to play about it. Because at some point I have to move on with life, and hello, this kind of thing isn't helping! It's funny, though, how the people who were closest to it just want a quiet kind of ordinary day, and the people that it really didn't affect directly want to live it all over again. Or at least, that's how it seems to me. Maybe I'm wrong. I probably am. But whatever.
Don't look back
You can never look back
Work is crazy, as usual. Life is crazy. Just crazy.
As usual when things get crazy, I've taken on a totally irrational viewpoint of something random that has nothing to do with anything.
Thus:
New Mexico, does not, in fact, exist.
It's all a lie.
Thank you.
Off kilter.
Sep. 11th, 2003 02:20 pmDad's coming back later. We have to go to this fund raiser for firemen (which ones?) thing at Hooligan's, and I don't want to. However, my hands are tied about this issue because not only is it a drag 9/11 out of the closet and rage on and on about it thing, it's also a business thing, which means that I have to go and put in an appearance.
Also, I have to dress nice.
Bah humbug.
It's just that... I don't know. It's taken two years to finally put this bitch behind me. And even now, I don't want to talk about it, or hear about it, or listen to radio broadcasts that the morons up here like to play about it. Because at some point I have to move on with life, and hello, this kind of thing isn't helping! It's funny, though, how the people who were closest to it just want a quiet kind of ordinary day, and the people that it really didn't affect directly want to live it all over again. Or at least, that's how it seems to me. Maybe I'm wrong. I probably am. But whatever.
Don't look back
You can never look back
Work is crazy, as usual. Life is crazy. Just crazy.
As usual when things get crazy, I've taken on a totally irrational viewpoint of something random that has nothing to do with anything.
Thus:
New Mexico, does not, in fact, exist.
It's all a lie.
Thank you.
Also, I have to dress nice.
Bah humbug.
It's just that... I don't know. It's taken two years to finally put this bitch behind me. And even now, I don't want to talk about it, or hear about it, or listen to radio broadcasts that the morons up here like to play about it. Because at some point I have to move on with life, and hello, this kind of thing isn't helping! It's funny, though, how the people who were closest to it just want a quiet kind of ordinary day, and the people that it really didn't affect directly want to live it all over again. Or at least, that's how it seems to me. Maybe I'm wrong. I probably am. But whatever.
Don't look back
You can never look back
Work is crazy, as usual. Life is crazy. Just crazy.
As usual when things get crazy, I've taken on a totally irrational viewpoint of something random that has nothing to do with anything.
Thus:
New Mexico, does not, in fact, exist.
It's all a lie.
Thank you.
(no subject)
Sep. 11th, 2003 11:23 pmFirst off, may I just say that I'm totally in love with this new sweater of mine. It's worth every cent I paid for it. Well, Dad paid for it, but he owed me the money anyway and all's fair in parental relations and shopping.
Working on my writing again. Fic-ish things this time; I'm working on the Jewel Thieves on (Galadrigoddess! That's you!) And hopefully I'll have the first chapter or two done by the end of next week.
Also working on The Huge Project, now that I've got all the kinks in the story line worked out. And the Very Secret Project, which isn't going to be posted ANYWHERE until it's finished. And the Real Life I-Could-Actually-Publish-This Project, which is (still) in the research stages. However, a giant shoutout to National Geographic Magazine: You guys are truly wonderful. Yea, and there was Much Rejoicing.
Third off, may I just say that I hate parties. Especially 9/11 tribute ones where the band does really bad covers of "Bring Me to Life" and Christina Aguilera, and then sings a lighter-waving version of "Proud to Be an American" in all its sappy glory.
I hate that song. Even more than the Glenn Miller Orchestra's "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer," if that were at all possible.
But whatever. I met Yosh (good) and saw Scott Savacool (also good). He is now an air-traffic controller in Fresno.
Random Fact: There are 68 songs on my AZ Mix MP3 list.
This song reminds me of Jason, who I had a giant crush on for a while. Alta kind of made this 'our song' which was really funny because she used to tease me so much about it.
I miss Jason sometimes.
When we were watching the news, he just held onto me and I cried and cried and cried.
I don't think I ever said "thank you."
Working on my writing again. Fic-ish things this time; I'm working on the Jewel Thieves on (Galadrigoddess! That's you!) And hopefully I'll have the first chapter or two done by the end of next week.
Also working on The Huge Project, now that I've got all the kinks in the story line worked out. And the Very Secret Project, which isn't going to be posted ANYWHERE until it's finished. And the Real Life I-Could-Actually-Publish-This Project, which is (still) in the research stages. However, a giant shoutout to National Geographic Magazine: You guys are truly wonderful. Yea, and there was Much Rejoicing.
Third off, may I just say that I hate parties. Especially 9/11 tribute ones where the band does really bad covers of "Bring Me to Life" and Christina Aguilera, and then sings a lighter-waving version of "Proud to Be an American" in all its sappy glory.
I hate that song. Even more than the Glenn Miller Orchestra's "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer," if that were at all possible.
But whatever. I met Yosh (good) and saw Scott Savacool (also good). He is now an air-traffic controller in Fresno.
Random Fact: There are 68 songs on my AZ Mix MP3 list.
This song reminds me of Jason, who I had a giant crush on for a while. Alta kind of made this 'our song' which was really funny because she used to tease me so much about it.
I miss Jason sometimes.
When we were watching the news, he just held onto me and I cried and cried and cried.
I don't think I ever said "thank you."
(no subject)
Sep. 11th, 2003 11:23 pmFirst off, may I just say that I'm totally in love with this new sweater of mine. It's worth every cent I paid for it. Well, Dad paid for it, but he owed me the money anyway and all's fair in parental relations and shopping.
Working on my writing again. Fic-ish things this time; I'm working on the Jewel Thieves on (Galadrigoddess! That's you!) And hopefully I'll have the first chapter or two done by the end of next week.
Also working on The Huge Project, now that I've got all the kinks in the story line worked out. And the Very Secret Project, which isn't going to be posted ANYWHERE until it's finished. And the Real Life I-Could-Actually-Publish-This Project, which is (still) in the research stages. However, a giant shoutout to National Geographic Magazine: You guys are truly wonderful. Yea, and there was Much Rejoicing.
Third off, may I just say that I hate parties. Especially 9/11 tribute ones where the band does really bad covers of "Bring Me to Life" and Christina Aguilera, and then sings a lighter-waving version of "Proud to Be an American" in all its sappy glory.
I hate that song. Even more than the Glenn Miller Orchestra's "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer," if that were at all possible.
But whatever. I met Yosh (good) and saw Scott Savacool (also good). He is now an air-traffic controller in Fresno.
Random Fact: There are 68 songs on my AZ Mix MP3 list.
This song reminds me of Jason, who I had a giant crush on for a while. Alta kind of made this 'our song' which was really funny because she used to tease me so much about it.
I miss Jason sometimes.
When we were watching the news, he just held onto me and I cried and cried and cried.
I don't think I ever said "thank you."
Working on my writing again. Fic-ish things this time; I'm working on the Jewel Thieves on (Galadrigoddess! That's you!) And hopefully I'll have the first chapter or two done by the end of next week.
Also working on The Huge Project, now that I've got all the kinks in the story line worked out. And the Very Secret Project, which isn't going to be posted ANYWHERE until it's finished. And the Real Life I-Could-Actually-Publish-This Project, which is (still) in the research stages. However, a giant shoutout to National Geographic Magazine: You guys are truly wonderful. Yea, and there was Much Rejoicing.
Third off, may I just say that I hate parties. Especially 9/11 tribute ones where the band does really bad covers of "Bring Me to Life" and Christina Aguilera, and then sings a lighter-waving version of "Proud to Be an American" in all its sappy glory.
I hate that song. Even more than the Glenn Miller Orchestra's "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer," if that were at all possible.
But whatever. I met Yosh (good) and saw Scott Savacool (also good). He is now an air-traffic controller in Fresno.
Random Fact: There are 68 songs on my AZ Mix MP3 list.
This song reminds me of Jason, who I had a giant crush on for a while. Alta kind of made this 'our song' which was really funny because she used to tease me so much about it.
I miss Jason sometimes.
When we were watching the news, he just held onto me and I cried and cried and cried.
I don't think I ever said "thank you."