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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-24 10:20 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-24 10:20 pm
On More Boredom.
Well, am going to entertain myself - while boring everybody else to tears. Heh.
My space bags arrived today. Ha! I can now pack as much crap as I want - sweaters, pillow, etc. - and shrink it all down and pack it. Mwahahahahahahaha! I am clever, aren't I? I thought so. Hopefully, this will make my life much easier.
Guess what, guess what?! I'm getting new socks before I leave! I love new socks. I so understand Dumbledore's sentiment.
And my socks are all so mis-matched and old, anyway, that it just calls for it. So, hurrah for new socks.
Yes, my life is that exciting.
Talked to Sam, who really does hate his life. Wish I could help, wish I could do something, but I know that there's not much I can do, because it's for him to straighten out. But I can listen and talk and maybe point in the right direction. Maybe.
I did, in fact, have latkes today. Thought of you, yes. Heh.
So, my mother really has become a fangirl. She really wanted to show me a movie, for its cinematic merits, of course. Bah. But I humored her - after all, she's humored me before (*coughharrypottercough*). Actually, I was expecting something much worse - the movie actually is good. We haven't finished watching it yet, but it's quite interesting - especially from a historical perspective, if the Polish/Ukranian wars of the 1600's are of any interest to you, which they somewhat are to me. Ah, the time when having a mohawk was looked on as nothing out of the ordinary. *G*
The main character is quite hot himself - but then, I am biased towards Polish men. One of my very first crushes happens to have been Polish (still is, of course - Polish, that is). Ah, Pawel. How mature he seemed at 12, when I was but a mere 11-year old, who spoke no English and got kicked into the snow in front of him while waiting for a school bus.
Oy, the memories.
The last time I saw him, he was sixteen and extremely beautiful. Wonder how he's doing now... Not that it really matters, since he's back in Poland. Bah.
We have someone staying at our house for one - I hope... - night. It's weird. But at least I didn't get kicked out of my room again. *rolls eyes*
~*~
Melissa on writing R/S: they just fit.
Me: they do fit - in fact, i used that very line in one of my fics.
Melissa: askjkjka I worry about your "fitting"
~*~
LOL. Am I really that horrible?
Don't answer that. And just for the record, it was innocent. Innocent, people.
On that note, smuuuuuuuuuuut. Smut is good. Smut makes me happy.
You know what doesn't make me happy? Fandom wars and unneeded bitching. But I won't talk about that right now. 'Cause I don't feel like it.
EDITED: At 20, I should really know the difference between "historical" and "hysterical", but it is quite a freudian slip...
My space bags arrived today. Ha! I can now pack as much crap as I want - sweaters, pillow, etc. - and shrink it all down and pack it. Mwahahahahahahaha! I am clever, aren't I? I thought so. Hopefully, this will make my life much easier.
Guess what, guess what?! I'm getting new socks before I leave! I love new socks. I so understand Dumbledore's sentiment.
And my socks are all so mis-matched and old, anyway, that it just calls for it. So, hurrah for new socks.
Yes, my life is that exciting.
Talked to Sam, who really does hate his life. Wish I could help, wish I could do something, but I know that there's not much I can do, because it's for him to straighten out. But I can listen and talk and maybe point in the right direction. Maybe.
I did, in fact, have latkes today. Thought of you, yes. Heh.
So, my mother really has become a fangirl. She really wanted to show me a movie, for its cinematic merits, of course. Bah. But I humored her - after all, she's humored me before (*coughharrypottercough*). Actually, I was expecting something much worse - the movie actually is good. We haven't finished watching it yet, but it's quite interesting - especially from a historical perspective, if the Polish/Ukranian wars of the 1600's are of any interest to you, which they somewhat are to me. Ah, the time when having a mohawk was looked on as nothing out of the ordinary. *G*
The main character is quite hot himself - but then, I am biased towards Polish men. One of my very first crushes happens to have been Polish (still is, of course - Polish, that is). Ah, Pawel. How mature he seemed at 12, when I was but a mere 11-year old, who spoke no English and got kicked into the snow in front of him while waiting for a school bus.
Oy, the memories.
The last time I saw him, he was sixteen and extremely beautiful. Wonder how he's doing now... Not that it really matters, since he's back in Poland. Bah.
We have someone staying at our house for one - I hope... - night. It's weird. But at least I didn't get kicked out of my room again. *rolls eyes*
~*~
Melissa on writing R/S: they just fit.
Me: they do fit - in fact, i used that very line in one of my fics.
Melissa: askjkjka I worry about your "fitting"
~*~
LOL. Am I really that horrible?
Don't answer that. And just for the record, it was innocent. Innocent, people.
On that note, smuuuuuuuuuuut. Smut is good. Smut makes me happy.
You know what doesn't make me happy? Fandom wars and unneeded bitching. But I won't talk about that right now. 'Cause I don't feel like it.
EDITED: At 20, I should really know the difference between "historical" and "hysterical", but it is quite a freudian slip...
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The movie was more "historical" than "hysterical", which is a good thing. :)
*hugs*