Random rambles.
Sep. 5th, 2003 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nirix5So it looks like we’re going to miss Mars, and all. Oh well.
It’ll be back again in five thousand years. I can wait.
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Woke up this morning to Dad yelling up the stairs in the direction of my bed. This would have been normal, had he been saying something along the lines of, “Dead people, get up. Wake up, duh-head.” But no, this time he was telling me how if I was going to save the world I was going to have to get in shape and start training, and doing boxing, and lots of pull ups. My first coherent thought was “I won’t do pull ups. I don’t want butch muscles!” and I told him so. He said I wasn’t going to get butch muscles, but if I had to haul myself upside down up or down a cliff face I would be able to do so.
My second thought was, “Oh shit. This means I’m going to have to learn to drive stick.”
My third thought was, “I’m never renting Tomb Raider again.”
It gives him Ideas, I found out. He reads waaaaaay too much into the planetary alignment thing.
You know, though, it’s funny. Usually I’m the one reading into things, and trying to be what I’m not, or do something that’s not mainstream. Dad’s usually the one telling me that I’m not Elektra, stop pretending, you can never do that, go to school and if I see sais in the house again you’re toast. However, this situation is reversed. I’m shooting him down and being skeptical at every turn, and he’s getting all excited about every little thing.
*rolls eyes* Whatever. No more Lara Croft. As much as I’d like to be her, I’m not. I’m just starting to come to terms with that- being normal, and having a normal life with no quests, magical powers, or any kind of swash-buckling adventure- so don’t fuck with it.
Arrgh. Think that about sums it up.
It’ll be back again in five thousand years. I can wait.
……………………………………….
Woke up this morning to Dad yelling up the stairs in the direction of my bed. This would have been normal, had he been saying something along the lines of, “Dead people, get up. Wake up, duh-head.” But no, this time he was telling me how if I was going to save the world I was going to have to get in shape and start training, and doing boxing, and lots of pull ups. My first coherent thought was “I won’t do pull ups. I don’t want butch muscles!” and I told him so. He said I wasn’t going to get butch muscles, but if I had to haul myself upside down up or down a cliff face I would be able to do so.
My second thought was, “Oh shit. This means I’m going to have to learn to drive stick.”
My third thought was, “I’m never renting Tomb Raider again.”
It gives him Ideas, I found out. He reads waaaaaay too much into the planetary alignment thing.
You know, though, it’s funny. Usually I’m the one reading into things, and trying to be what I’m not, or do something that’s not mainstream. Dad’s usually the one telling me that I’m not Elektra, stop pretending, you can never do that, go to school and if I see sais in the house again you’re toast. However, this situation is reversed. I’m shooting him down and being skeptical at every turn, and he’s getting all excited about every little thing.
*rolls eyes* Whatever. No more Lara Croft. As much as I’d like to be her, I’m not. I’m just starting to come to terms with that- being normal, and having a normal life with no quests, magical powers, or any kind of swash-buckling adventure- so don’t fuck with it.
Arrgh. Think that about sums it up.
