You can't make this stuff up

Oh man, I'm not crazy!

Someone else knows the crushed ant smell!

Wow, I just bought the biggest bag of mini-Reese's ever. Almost $10, for what claims to be 60 oz. of candy. (...Well! It tastes good, and I needed chocolate, and I was at Sam's.)

The bottle collection is growing nicely as well. I did a quick, lazy count just now and can safely say I have somewhere just over 100 of them. This is why there have been no new pictures. When I only had like 20 I didn't mind the idea of spending a few minutes taking a few photos, but now? Eesh.


ARGH, why is all I have to offer pictures of bottles anyway? I want to produce something more creative but I don't know what. :X I have a lot of little snippety ideas-- character sets, scenes, what have you-- but I'm so terrible about coming up with actual full-length plots, and what if they're all too self-inserty anyway, and-- blaaarggh. People who have managed to accomplish this, how did you do it?

So my car's had this problem where the steering wheel jiggles back and forth. Wasn't a control issue, but it made things very, very bumpy. Worrisome. And it'd been getting progressively worse to where, today, it felt like I was driving on at least one flat tire.

Well, SOMETHING was wrong with the right front tire after all because today it exploded. On the way to the tire place. Well, on the way back home to look up where the tire place was exactly, because I'd originally gone out just assuming I'd come across it and didn't. So anyway, nobody was hurt, nothing dangerous, but there I am sitting out on the inner shoulder getting a shortsleeve tan, knowing I don't have a spare tire and finding it odd how completely without a clue I am as to what to do. I called a few friends who don't actually have cars, before I remembered that about them; I stared at the gas stations barely over a street away, not knowing how good of an idea it was to just leave the thing alone; and I ended up just sitting on the hood for a while (catcall count: 2), trying to think. A motorcyclist entertained all and sundry by doing a wheelie and staying in it all the way down the road. I had thought of some friends with cars, but I didn't know how to tell them where I was.

I knew for sure, though, that I wasn't going to be stopped for. I never see anyone stop for people; I never stop for people-- waiting for stoppers was not on the plan list. And then within five minutes a lady had pulled over.

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Remind me to post the Cameron Park story too, someday!

I finally cooked that sweet & sour chicken that's been sitting in my freezer since the beginning of last semester, and MAN! It tastes great. Not to mention the box (typo: bokes*) contains a small mountainful of food. I'm gonna go have some for dinner now.

Also, I've finally been organizing my picture folders and cleaning up my desktop, which had 600+ unsorted photos and so many icons that some of them actually overlapped each other, respectively. I've still got a ways to go on the former, but since a lot of them are multiple attempts at the same shot, it isn't really like I have to look at that many hundreds of them. Heh!

WARNING: A lined-paper sketchdump may result from sheer manageability.


(*Might be the Chaucer Blog on the brain still, although I'm sure it's not correct there either.)

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Brenna

Johari-fy me! :D Go on, it won't take long!


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ALSO, A THOUGHT:

I've been hearing this song (took me awhile to find one with no popups!) on the radio-- and despite really liking the sound of it, it recently started bugging me. :[ It finally occurred to me that this is because it's really only a love song to her own feelings of love, not to another person. Go look at it. There is not one phrase praising the actual beloved himself, rather an admiration of her own admiration-- the implication being, of course, "...and aren't you lucky to have it?"


Now I'm going to be listening for how many other songs are like this. :\

Good GRIEF!

Sable is the deepest character in the whole game. By a mile. Who knew? Every time I come in and talk to her she has a new bit of intensely personal backstory to share, each one being several paragraphs' worth of text.

Other than that, I got my east wing (!), and the expansion made my house eat my peach tree. :( So, I need to hunt down some peaches again. Oh, the shame.

SN of Megan (7:58:40 PM): and I also stole a copy of karaoke revolution
SN of Brenna (7:58:49 PM): ooooh~
SN of Megan (7:58:52 PM): and by steal I mean borrown
SN of Megan (7:58:56 PM): borrow
SN of Megan (7:58:56 PM): haha
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borrown: v; bǒr' ōn. To come into possession of under false pretenses; to own in practice and not theory.




I still haven't made my 3 extra icons! I can't believe me!

Seriously, what are they? I was using the Random Journal feature (http://www.livejournal.com/random.bml), and the titles of two in a row were the same quote.

Look:
http://wildjezter-20.livejournal.com/
http://hotfordorks.livejournal.com/

:X

EDIT: I felt bad, so I padded the entry a little-- but ONLY a little.

I got this bag of Hershey's Treasures, and it is my new favorite bag of mixed candies. There's chocolate full of chocolate, chocolate full of caramel, and chocolate full of peanut butter. There are NO bad flavors! Not even any not-as-good flavors! Oh-- so nice.

Also, in Metal Sculpture they have this thing called a plasma cutter, which lets you cut steel into freehand shapes. I want you to appreciate that this is not an exaggeration: it is like cutting warm butter. It makes me feel SO powerful and totally not afraid of this class anymore. Which is good, because-- I really was.

I was driving back home today and I noticed one of those plasticardboard signs nailed to a telephone pole advertising tarot readings. I actually looked at it for a second, because I thought it might be neat to go and do one of those things, someday, just to see. But then I saw they were 10.99 a session and I was like Psssh! Forget it.

I tried to justify that reaction, though, and I couldn't do it. I realized I had no idea how to judge the fairness of that price. And then I started wondering, where does that number come from, anyway? If I go and have a reading done, what has she given me $11 worth of? Labor? Time? Cosmic awe?

What costs does she have in this business? I guess there's leasing the place, but seriously. Candles? I can't really figure it out. It seems like, essentially, after the one-time cost of a deck you should be good to go.

Hey, maybe this is what I should do for a living :O

Well-- Christmas was had by most, I guess! I feel lame posting it this late, but you can still take my Merry Christmas and use it to remember the 25th more fondly than you would have otherwise. :)

After the hallowed holiday tradition of The Muppet Christmas Carol (best version there is, if you ask me!), I got a buttload (metric: 1.25558 whole lots) of candy, and a connect-the-dots book! ...And a blank journal with a crackly cover, and some fuzzy socks, and a necklace. But yeah, with the California thing-- which interested no one, I notice!-- there wasn't a lot of presents money. Relatives-money, though, went toward an attractive new coat (and will continue to do so, since there is much tailoring to be done)! Mmmm, shiny new coat. It's gray nubby couch-type fabric, with this paisley wallpapery pattern in peacock blue. :3 I can't wait till it stops looking ridiculous on me. Oh, how I'll strut down the sidewalk in it!

( And then I started talking about Animal Crossing again )