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nirix5OMG, though- Quinn gave me a present the other night, and I didn't stop squeeing until, like, just now, that is to say, page 457 of HP: Half Blood Prince.
Heart him to just little pieces. Not that I didn't before, but... you know. It's HBP, dude. Now I don't have to wait for 184 other people on the library wait list to finish it first. Thank you to Manda for planning to let me borrow it, though.
So, this weekend:
~ Hanging out with Daniel= cool
~ Manda's baby shower= cool
~ Quinn= squeeing= video games= Denny's= cool
~ Charlie and the Chocolate Factory= OMGWTFBBQ!?!?!?!? + startling revelations as to Quinn's demeanor + weird giggle laugh= holy shit. I am dating Willy Wonka. Just without the stupid haircut and flamboyant clothes (at this point, anyway.)
*headdesk*
Why does the guy I fall for have one of the strangest, most disturbing characters from one of my most hated movies as a father figure/role model?
'Tis quite creepy at times. Oh, if you want to see what I mean, go watch that movie with him. OMG.
*head* Why *desk* God *head* why *desk* do *head* I *desk* love *head* him *desk* so *head* damn *desk* much?
Cause you know, I really can't help myself. If God is laughing at me, then I'm going to track him down and smack him. They say that God is in everything. Even mailboxes and such. I think I'll go beat up a mailbox.
...
So Dad says that if I don't move out, he'll get me a car, pay for insurance/gas/blah blah, and buy me a building as a graduation present. Businesses on the first floor, apartments on the second, and My Very Own Loft on the top. Tempting, so very tempting, but probably unlikely.
I think I should hold out for three or four kimono from Ichiroya instead. With accessories. Muah ha ha.
Seriously, though, I don't know where I am with this whole apartment thing. This is the pits.
I should probably go get dressed and make my lunch now or something.
.
Heart him to just little pieces. Not that I didn't before, but... you know. It's HBP, dude. Now I don't have to wait for 184 other people on the library wait list to finish it first. Thank you to Manda for planning to let me borrow it, though.
So, this weekend:
~ Hanging out with Daniel= cool
~ Manda's baby shower= cool
~ Quinn= squeeing= video games= Denny's= cool
~ Charlie and the Chocolate Factory= OMGWTFBBQ!?!?!?!? + startling revelations as to Quinn's demeanor + weird giggle laugh= holy shit. I am dating Willy Wonka. Just without the stupid haircut and flamboyant clothes (at this point, anyway.)
*headdesk*
Why does the guy I fall for have one of the strangest, most disturbing characters from one of my most hated movies as a father figure/role model?
'Tis quite creepy at times. Oh, if you want to see what I mean, go watch that movie with him. OMG.
*head* Why *desk* God *head* why *desk* do *head* I *desk* love *head* him *desk* so *head* damn *desk* much?
Cause you know, I really can't help myself. If God is laughing at me, then I'm going to track him down and smack him. They say that God is in everything. Even mailboxes and such. I think I'll go beat up a mailbox.
...
So Dad says that if I don't move out, he'll get me a car, pay for insurance/gas/blah blah, and buy me a building as a graduation present. Businesses on the first floor, apartments on the second, and My Very Own Loft on the top. Tempting, so very tempting, but probably unlikely.
I think I should hold out for three or four kimono from Ichiroya instead. With accessories. Muah ha ha.
Seriously, though, I don't know where I am with this whole apartment thing. This is the pits.
I should probably go get dressed and make my lunch now or something.
.
