Cutting yourself off from bad influences in your life, however tempting they may be, can be so very rewarding.
The fact that I know I could live off my scholarship if I had to has made me slightly reckless in dealing with my parents lately. I'm not sure if I live at home anymore. It wouldn't bother me, except that I wish I'd known back in August that I was moving out for good. And I miss my bed.
So I was cruising down Kingston Pike on the way back here, and I passed Toys'R'Us. I pulled in and spent a happy hour wandering around regaining my bearings. I almost bought Twister, but I saw Candyland on sale for seven bucks and snapped it up. Joy, Maggie, Susannah, and I played it while watching Temptation Island. It was the best therapy I could ask for. Not that I wouldn't rather have hug therapy, but J's working late. *raspberry*
It's been a little over eight months since I was in a relationship. I hope I remember how to be nice.
I went through a lot this weekend. We all did. And then some. End of story.
Oh, and I found out I'm not bisexual. Sorry, girls.
MOURN!! TimmyBigHands is no more. The site will be up 'indefinitely', but the web crew from heaven above is calling it quits.
For those of you unfamiliar with the site, TimmyBigHands is (was...*sniffle*) a...humor...site founded and operated by the former crew of Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Devoted fans of the show the world over rejoiced to find the most curious collention of cyber-snark ever created only a click away. (See also: Pancake ads.) Kevin, Bill, Michael, Paul, and all the others created a special breed if stupid funny stuff that never failed to leave us reeling with laughter (mostly). Godspeed, boys. *sigh*.
I bought a new watch on Tuesday night. I turned it to the outside of my wrist so it wouldn't get as beat up as my other watches. Five minutes later I raked it along a wall as I was scurrying out of the theatre. It's back on the inside now.
Tell me there are people out there who were as mind-bogglingly blown away by Hannibal as I was. So. Visceral. I've never had an adrenaline rush in my life like I did watching the ending scene. Granted, there were parts of it that I was less than impressed with, but any flaws were quickly swept under by me sheer emotional reaction to the picture. So far, everyone hates it but me.
We have a *planned* power outage. No elevators, no cameras, no nothing. I'm going to barricade myself in here. Wolverines!!
We got up a Frisbee game in the pouring rain and driving wind tonight. I'm Positively Glowing. At the end, when we were all collapsed in a muddy heap in the green room, Colin sort of rolled over, eyed the crowd, and murmured, "Was it good for you?" 'Frisbee sex' jokes ensued. I missed a couple easy throws, but made up for them with several diving saves and four touchdown catches. We finally quit around 6, covered tip to toe in mud and soaked to the skin, and staggered inside to sponge off and change for the show. Never been so glad to have hot showers in the dressing rooms.
3 weeks till spring break!! I'm going to be a "little sister" for the lacrosse team this semester with a couple girls from my floor. It's warm enough for shorts!! Ultimate Frisbee practice is calling my name.
Circumstances contrived to make my car die in a staff lot, earning me a parking ticket and no ride for awhile. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Valentine's Day. We had two shows. Enough said. But there's a certain feeling that comes with knowing that you're living a lifestyle that knows no holiday that makes it more bearable. Everyone ran around hugging and exchanging cards and whatnot all morning. After the evening show I went and hung out with J. I got a balloon with a vampire smiley face!! We watched the Fifth Element and I just *had* to call Lucas so we could yell 'Aziz! Light!' a few times. Anyway, I was running around in my cute little Valentine shorts having a grand time. I *really* wanted to go see Hannibal last night; that would have just been the perfect holiday celebration--but I got out of the show too late. At least I got to just relax and hang out, which is a welcome change from the frantic pace I've been setting for myself lately.
I just lost *EVERYTHING* I did on this site during the month of January. I have a hard copy. Somewhere. I think.
I haven't slept here since Tuesday night. I'm still not finished moving in. I'm behind in schoolwork and theatre work. My dorm is in permanent lockdown.
Jon and Amy have been wonderful about letting me crash with them. I feel so honored to be following in Lucas's footsteps as a couch monkey.
Little Nick took a fall for the sake of all that is funny recently, and he linked to me too, so take a peek inside his head here. We're building an empire. Or something.
Life intervenes more often than not, nowadays. Lots of the monkeys I know and abuse have their own cute li'l websites, and they manage to update more often than I do lately. I used to be like this guy who posts several times a night, but lately I've been behaving like this guy and going for several days at a time. Hopefully I will not slip to the level of this guy who posts...never.
Trade #9 won't be out until MAY!! *suffer suffer suffer*