On being ill...

GAH. Me is still sorta sick. Yesterday, I woke up way too friggin' early, after only about four hours of sleep, and felt like total crap. My mom fed me Comtrex and I felt better soon, but then we went to see CoS (my mom really really wanted to, and my dad came along as well), and then I felt like crap again. It's weird, though - I enjoyed the movie SO MUCH the first time around, but the second...not at all. How sad is that? I just hope that doesn't happen with PoA...

My parents liked it, though, so that's good. Life here has been surprisingly uneventful - meaning, good. My mom hasn't mentioned any of my faults again, and we coexist pretty damn well like this. Unless we're fighting over who gets to use the computer. Heheh... No, we don't fight, we just wait it out.

Speaking of which, last night I was way too tired to check my email and whatnot, so after my mom was done with the computer, I told her to leave it on, but never actually made it out of bed, and just fell asleep. (Had fucked-up dreams, too, ick. One of them included separation anxiety and Marie. O_o) This morning, when I woke up, I went online, and there were four windows minimized - three that my mom had, and one of mine...the user page of my LJ. Eeeeek! "Shit", thought I. This is BAD. And I was LOGGED IN, too. I was really fucking stupid, I guess. Anyway, from what I understand, my mom didn't see it. I asked her, oh so casually, what she was looking at yesterday, and she said "A lot of things, why?" After I shrugged and mumbled something, she added: "Nothing of yours, if that's what you're thinking." And she's acting normal. So, I think, everything's fine. But it brings up memories of the picture incident. I'm not sure how many know what I'm talking about, but I know that Linda does. LOL. Remember that one? I left my sketchbook open to a "bad" page, and forgot to get it before my mom started using the computer. The picture was lying on the floor. My mom never mentioned it, and I am sure she would have, if she'd seen it. But that was definitely a moment of panic for me.

Eversince I've come home, I've started erasing history on the PC.

Mom: "What happened to all the history?"

Me: *srhugging* "Idunno..."

Hey, we do what we have to...

But, overall, it's been fine. I cooked dinner two nights ago, and I think my parents were impressed. It wasn't much, but it was good, and when my mom came home from work, she didn't have to do much but heat up what she had made earlier, and then my stuff was ready. I like being useful.

Hope everybody is having good holidays!

And now I am off to take more medicine and eat breakfast and such.

Oh, and Katie is gone, and I didn't get a chance to say "bye". Noooooo! I'll miss her. Darn it all.

On Assholes, Movies, and First Kisses.

So, I would like to kill Hollywood Video. Am so annoyed. I really really wanted to see "Maurice", based on E.M. Forster's book (just read it, while in Italy), but none of the stores that I have gone to have had it. I think I will go for Blockbuster next, because, dammit, now I am just determined. I wonder if it's because it's a "gay" movie? Hmmmm... Am angry. And I do recommend the book. It can be very frustrating (like, the middle. I almost didn't finish it, but made myself, and was very glad I did) but it's good.

Interesting bit of trivia: it wasn't published till he died. That man was so deep in the closet, it's unbelievable. Supposedly, the circle that he was a part of was actually very open, and there were quite a few out-of-the-closet people, but he never really came out. (Well, probably to them, but nevertheless.)

I'm still trying to figure out a way to get pissed on New Year's, because there will be little excitement to be had. (Although, I have a feeling I will get a LoTR calendar. Whoohoo.)

Sidenote: P.J. Harvey's "Catherine" is a beautiful, beautiful song.

Anyway, yeah, hmmm. Will figure something out. Also hope that a certain someone does what we discussed on New Year's. ;) You know you want to...

Oh! Almost forgot - moeyknight, got your card, thank you so much! It was lovely. Yay. :) And also got a card from a certain Prince that almost made me cry. But you already knew that. *mwah*

And a big, fat PHOOOOOOEY on those rat bastards that told us that Sir Ian had been cast as Dumbledore. Fuckers. And I got my hopes up... *sigh*

And, now...

( A Survey about lots of random cool things that took me way too long to do... )