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Ok, so maybe all is a small exaggaration, but that's totally not the point.
[I = trying to find Hidalgo screencaptures, but nooo, *mew mew mew mew*] Damnit, I don't want the stupid poster [that I have a standee of - go me!], I want screencaptures, damnit. No! I don't want random sites that mention Hidalgo once and have links to videos of interviews withAragorn Viggo, damnit, I want Hidalgo Screencaptures, is it really so much to ask?
Ooh, this looks promising... Nope, one of those random ad sites with nothing about anything. *le sigh*
But I was verily impressed with Hidalgo, and once again, am v. displeased with my stupid head for not going to see it at the cinemas like I was supposed to.
*rolls on floor* I think if my headache doesn't go away soon, I may gouge out my eyes with my own bare hands. Or with this floppy disk, which someone, not to name any names, oh brother of mine, left in the computer, and it was really dark and stuff, and of course, I don't check these things because I expect people to know not to leave floppy disks in the computer and *rants*
*throws offending floppy disk like a dart in general direction of brother*
I'm getting quite good at darts now. Got two triple twentys, and we all know what that means - gosh darn but I am the cool.
Of course, we all also know precisely why I like playing darts - totally in the interest of self defence, you know. I figure if I can throw a dart at a little rectangle or circle [stupid bullseye] I could also throw other stuff.
No, no, I've always been like this. And, by the way, it's not practicality, at all. You're thinking at it from entirely the wrong angle if you think this is practicality - this, my friends, is all intrinsically linked to my insane obsession with escapism, with living in any century but now, escapism, escapism, surrealist rantings. You see, a lifetime of books and movies has resulted in a deep discontent and restlessness with reality. One day, I'm going to go camping.
In the bush.
By myself.
Damn straight.
And I really do mean that. If I had cool stuff, like a cool water flask made from some sort of ... organ... of ... animal, and a cool pack made of nifty things, and maybe a horse, I would go a-venturing
of course, It'd have to be in national park or something, so, not being one to go around blatantly breaking laws, perhaps a horse wouldn't actually do me any good. And the utter lack of horse ownage. Damnit, the 21st century, and 20th century, and most of the 19th century, are all t3h suX0rZ, by the way. I'm developing a fondness for the 19th century, however.
But enough babble, and on to more babble!
Guess what? I have herbal tabletses to help me sleep soundly. Yeah, it's called Sleep-Ezy, and smells like *sniffs*
Actually, it smells a worryingly lot [what are you talking about, there is no grammar mistake there] like, well, Port. Or, uh, whiskey.
....
Damn you and your accusations!
[on further consideration, apparantly alchohol makes sleep much easier. A worrying thought *inspects bottle*... but, it's not like I care]
DAMN BLUELOUNGE TO HELL SIDEWAYS, I WANT MY GODDAMN FREE PHONE MONEY!!!
Naww, it was Matt's last day today, sad. Awwwww. We watched Shallow Hal, and Remember the Titans, and The Wedding Singer. May or may not be relevant. To, uh, anything.
Bonnie sends her regards. Does anyone know a really good treatment for fleas? Poor Bell has lots of them this year, and she hardly ever gets them, poor ting.
Hm. Sleep-Ezy also smells like pine needles.
AAH! ARTISTIC URGE TO PAINT! AAH! BUT HAVE NO PAINT!!
*is consumed*
....my god
HURRAH! HIDALGO SCREENSHOTS!
...well, kinda. But still.
...YES! I LOVE THESE PEOPLE!
::love::
In hindsight, you know what I had never really thought about above irritation before this year? Intollerance. I can't stand people that just destroy things they don't understand or feel threatened by. Especially the destruction thing.
And, although I've always hated it, racism is just... disgusting. People are all the same when you take off the skin, there's no genetic difference at all. [surprising, but true] And racism is just... *rants*
On a happy note, today was gorgeous. I adore rainy... rainey. no, rainy... days above most other things in the world.
[I = trying to find Hidalgo screencaptures, but nooo, *mew mew mew mew*] Damnit, I don't want the stupid poster [that I have a standee of - go me!], I want screencaptures, damnit. No! I don't want random sites that mention Hidalgo once and have links to videos of interviews with
Ooh, this looks promising... Nope, one of those random ad sites with nothing about anything. *le sigh*
But I was verily impressed with Hidalgo, and once again, am v. displeased with my stupid head for not going to see it at the cinemas like I was supposed to.
*rolls on floor* I think if my headache doesn't go away soon, I may gouge out my eyes with my own bare hands. Or with this floppy disk, which someone, not to name any names,
*throws offending floppy disk like a dart in general direction of brother*
I'm getting quite good at darts now. Got two triple twentys, and we all know what that means - gosh darn but I am the cool.
Of course, we all also know precisely why I like playing darts - totally in the interest of self defence, you know. I figure if I can throw a dart at a little rectangle or circle [stupid bullseye] I could also throw other stuff.
No, no, I've always been like this. And, by the way, it's not practicality, at all. You're thinking at it from entirely the wrong angle if you think this is practicality - this, my friends, is all intrinsically linked to my insane obsession with escapism, with living in any century but now, escapism, escapism, surrealist rantings. You see, a lifetime of books and movies has resulted in a deep discontent and restlessness with reality. One day, I'm going to go camping.
In the bush.
By myself.
Damn straight.
And I really do mean that. If I had cool stuff, like a cool water flask made from some sort of ... organ... of ... animal, and a cool pack made of nifty things, and maybe a horse, I would go a-venturing
of course, It'd have to be in national park or something, so, not being one to go around blatantly breaking laws, perhaps a horse wouldn't actually do me any good. And the utter lack of horse ownage. Damnit, the 21st century, and 20th century, and most of the 19th century, are all t3h suX0rZ, by the way. I'm developing a fondness for the 19th century, however.
But enough babble, and on to more babble!
Guess what? I have herbal tabletses to help me sleep soundly. Yeah, it's called Sleep-Ezy, and smells like *sniffs*
Actually, it smells a worryingly lot [what are you talking about, there is no grammar mistake there] like, well, Port. Or, uh, whiskey.
....
Damn you and your accusations!
[on further consideration, apparantly alchohol makes sleep much easier. A worrying thought *inspects bottle*... but, it's not like I care]
DAMN BLUELOUNGE TO HELL SIDEWAYS, I WANT MY GODDAMN FREE PHONE MONEY!!!
Naww, it was Matt's last day today, sad. Awwwww. We watched Shallow Hal, and Remember the Titans, and The Wedding Singer. May or may not be relevant. To, uh, anything.
Bonnie sends her regards. Does anyone know a really good treatment for fleas? Poor Bell has lots of them this year, and she hardly ever gets them, poor ting.
Hm. Sleep-Ezy also smells like pine needles.
AAH! ARTISTIC URGE TO PAINT! AAH! BUT HAVE NO PAINT!!
*is consumed*
....my god
HURRAH! HIDALGO SCREENSHOTS!
...well, kinda. But still.
...YES! I LOVE THESE PEOPLE!
::love::
In hindsight, you know what I had never really thought about above irritation before this year? Intollerance. I can't stand people that just destroy things they don't understand or feel threatened by. Especially the destruction thing.
And, although I've always hated it, racism is just... disgusting. People are all the same when you take off the skin, there's no genetic difference at all. [surprising, but true] And racism is just... *rants*
On a happy note, today was gorgeous. I adore rainy... rainey. no, rainy... days above most other things in the world.
