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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-07-27 05:17 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-07-27 05:17 pm
Ch-ch-ch-changes...
Whoa. Went to SQ and the new site is up. Weird... I like it, but it'll take some getting used to. But I like it! Tons of new toys to play around with. ;) I like. Many of the stories haven't been uploaded yet, which is sad because I like to reread quite a few of them from time to time, but that's quite all right. I shall live. And - whoa, already a thread about Alan Rickman! Heheh. I like.
So, Sam was planning on visiting his family and dropping me off at my sister's on the way (NY). Start the car, move ten feet, it stalls. What the hell. Try to start it up again, lots of screeching noise, then - nothing. So, had to move it back through neutral and call AAA. We thought it just might be out of gas, and were still fully prepared for a road trip, but no - no such luck. So, now we're stuck at home with no car for at least this weekend and no clue as to what the hell is wrong with it. And we've only had it here for a week, less even. This wasn't in our plans, that's for sure.
But at least I'm indulging myself in some rather enjoyable quiet online time (he's asleep).
I want to keep writing at least one of my numerous in progress stories, but keep getting sidetracked. I need someone to bring out a whip and threaten me. Maybe Jadis could do it - after all, one of them is completely and utterly for her - as well as he fault. Evil wench. *g*
Ah, well.
This place stinks of rotting flesh. Some raw chicken hasn't been taken out with the garbage like it was supposed to be, and we both refuse to do it - let the other roommate do it, he hasn't done anything around here. Of course, I have rather strong suspicions that he's away this entire weekend. If he's not back tonight, I will take care of this. My sense of smell is strong and whenever I get closer to the kitchen, I want to kill myself. This will be bested.
A choir was singing Christmas carols outside my window today. Today. And their quality did nothing to redeem them in my eyes - one of them was positively screeching. I actually closed my windows they were so bad... *sigh* My virgin ears...or...ummm...something like that.
Ummm...
This complete bit of nonsense brought to you by a relaxed (with no good reason for being such) loon.
So, Sam was planning on visiting his family and dropping me off at my sister's on the way (NY). Start the car, move ten feet, it stalls. What the hell. Try to start it up again, lots of screeching noise, then - nothing. So, had to move it back through neutral and call AAA. We thought it just might be out of gas, and were still fully prepared for a road trip, but no - no such luck. So, now we're stuck at home with no car for at least this weekend and no clue as to what the hell is wrong with it. And we've only had it here for a week, less even. This wasn't in our plans, that's for sure.
But at least I'm indulging myself in some rather enjoyable quiet online time (he's asleep).
I want to keep writing at least one of my numerous in progress stories, but keep getting sidetracked. I need someone to bring out a whip and threaten me. Maybe Jadis could do it - after all, one of them is completely and utterly for her - as well as he fault. Evil wench. *g*
Ah, well.
This place stinks of rotting flesh. Some raw chicken hasn't been taken out with the garbage like it was supposed to be, and we both refuse to do it - let the other roommate do it, he hasn't done anything around here. Of course, I have rather strong suspicions that he's away this entire weekend. If he's not back tonight, I will take care of this. My sense of smell is strong and whenever I get closer to the kitchen, I want to kill myself. This will be bested.
A choir was singing Christmas carols outside my window today. Today. And their quality did nothing to redeem them in my eyes - one of them was positively screeching. I actually closed my windows they were so bad... *sigh* My virgin ears...or...ummm...something like that.
Ummm...
This complete bit of nonsense brought to you by a relaxed (with no good reason for being such) loon.