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cuddlefish) wrote2004-07-24 10:08 pm
cuddlefish) wrote2004-07-24 10:08 pm
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What to do when you're done making noise: make more noise. This is what the neighbors with the newly-built house are doing. Like, they're having a housewarming party. Actually, I can hardly blame them, it's just that they have some kind of live music with a saxophone and a piano and it's...like...living in The Sims. There's always some kind of bland elevator music coming from somewhere.
More in a little bit, I think I'm going to get kicked out of the TV room.
The drunks are out. They're actually screaming or cheering or something. I hope they go down to the pool and drown. Oh, god, but then that would bring the police over and I'd bet they'd rip up our gardens even MORE and put up all that yellow tape. AND MAKE NOISE. Arg, drown or quiet? Drown or quiet?
In case I haven't explained this already, my parents are going to Nova Scotia for a week with some old college friends/honorary relatives. They leave tomorrow, and the old friends would have to go through this state to get up there, anyway, so they're staying here for the night and then all leaving together tomorrow morning. The long and the short of this is that we were casting about for something to watch on TV and we landed on When Harry Met Sally. I apparently missed the famous part, but it was good enough. The guy wasn't irritating enough for me to be absolutely outraged by the happy ending. ...I didn't pay much attention, except to the parts where it was OMG EIGHTIES. I have to wonder if Yang is trying to make a point by lending me this DVD. I think he's trying to say he wants to sit in bed and groan next time we talk. More importantly, I think we all have to take a minute to think things over here: a person with a weiner is recommending romantic comedies to a girl. WTF. By the way, I say DOWN WITH ROMANTIC COMEDIES. (Except for the first season for Ranma 1/2. And some other things.)
Well, tomorrow my parents are leaving, and then I have three days until Yang shows up. This can be either three days of exhilarating freedom to eat curry whenever the fuck I want, or three days of that terrifying freefall I get between being separated from my parents and running away with my friends. Mostly I'm scared that I'll just cruise out the door without anything that I need and I won't have my toothbrush or my snackies or enough underwear. I just have to keep reminding myself that as long as I have my medication, I'll be sane, and as long as I have my cell phone and credit card to boot, I can buy myself a yacht and it will be perfectly allowable until next Sunday. If I do buy a yacht, I'll try to take everybody for a ride in it, but I think I'll settle for the stupidest trinket I can find at a rest stop in Delaware. It must be Delaware. And some anime plushies, I can always get away with those if I show them to mom.
(Clever Afterthought: Hey, I can buy porn, too.)
More in a little bit, I think I'm going to get kicked out of the TV room.
The drunks are out. They're actually screaming or cheering or something. I hope they go down to the pool and drown. Oh, god, but then that would bring the police over and I'd bet they'd rip up our gardens even MORE and put up all that yellow tape. AND MAKE NOISE. Arg, drown or quiet? Drown or quiet?
In case I haven't explained this already, my parents are going to Nova Scotia for a week with some old college friends/honorary relatives. They leave tomorrow, and the old friends would have to go through this state to get up there, anyway, so they're staying here for the night and then all leaving together tomorrow morning. The long and the short of this is that we were casting about for something to watch on TV and we landed on When Harry Met Sally. I apparently missed the famous part, but it was good enough. The guy wasn't irritating enough for me to be absolutely outraged by the happy ending. ...I didn't pay much attention, except to the parts where it was OMG EIGHTIES. I have to wonder if Yang is trying to make a point by lending me this DVD. I think he's trying to say he wants to sit in bed and groan next time we talk. More importantly, I think we all have to take a minute to think things over here: a person with a weiner is recommending romantic comedies to a girl. WTF. By the way, I say DOWN WITH ROMANTIC COMEDIES. (Except for the first season for Ranma 1/2. And some other things.)
Well, tomorrow my parents are leaving, and then I have three days until Yang shows up. This can be either three days of exhilarating freedom to eat curry whenever the fuck I want, or three days of that terrifying freefall I get between being separated from my parents and running away with my friends. Mostly I'm scared that I'll just cruise out the door without anything that I need and I won't have my toothbrush or my snackies or enough underwear. I just have to keep reminding myself that as long as I have my medication, I'll be sane, and as long as I have my cell phone and credit card to boot, I can buy myself a yacht and it will be perfectly allowable until next Sunday. If I do buy a yacht, I'll try to take everybody for a ride in it, but I think I'll settle for the stupidest trinket I can find at a rest stop in Delaware. It must be Delaware. And some anime plushies, I can always get away with those if I show them to mom.
(Clever Afterthought: Hey, I can buy porn, too.)