"there's an art to the laughter"

more chunks of vacation, in no particular order.

light and i drove back to my parents house friday night, after an amazing late lunch at Judies. I distributed presents, all of which went over well. Pacific got Prince of Persia, Bad Boys 2, Bowling for Columbine, and a strange cheap horror movie. Atlantic got a measure-y thing (the kind where you walk and roll it, and it'll measure distance) a deadblow hammer which he was entranced with, a hex key set, a minature level and minature pliers, the mini starwars legos, and hot pink nylon string. Mom got a backscratcher and a solarpowered prism, and dad a cd called Guy Noir, detective stories by Garrison Keiler.

Atlantic got me awesome balljointed figures to assemble (which ended up being a great deal of fun for him and light to play with, which is sort of my idea of an ideal present) and darwin awards. Pacific got me typing of the dead for dreamcast and a dreamcast keyboard, a gamespot dj/laptop bag, (light got gamespot golf tees) and a bloody teddybear. Mom and Dad ended up giving me a couple books I'd requested (Bantcock's Artful Dodger, Stephenson's Quicksilver, a couple books of poetry) and a handful of gorgeous books from Tampa's library, most of which date from the late 1800s. and harry potter legos, which now adorn my desk and bookshelf.

i started to transfer my wishlist from a document to the amazon.com wishlist, only to discover it to be unsortable, which angered me to no end. so now i'll have to figure out some other method by which to track what i want. can't handle whatever suckass spreadsheet/database my laptop has, so i'll either have to learn how to use that, or bat my eyelashes until some big strong man saves me from my own folly (snerk).

history's new year's eve party was nice, the nicest new year's i've had in quite some time. showed me a couple things about myself, as large groups of people often do. for all my lack of desire to have sex with anyone who isn't light , i really want to kiss a girl, i'm less worried about how i'm perceived, and significantly less worried about what people want from me, or the whys of their attention. i got to dance a little bit, and i miss being lost on a dance floor, because no matter what kind of equipment the music's being played on, or the skill of the person playing the music, you can't forget it's History's living room, and it still feels like a spectator sport. but i'm too sleepy for weeknight playing, so i guess i'll be content to dance as i vacuum.

"there's an art to the laughter"

more chunks of vacation, in no particular order.

light and i drove back to my parents house friday night, after an amazing late lunch at Judies. I distributed presents, all of which went over well. Pacific got Prince of Persia, Bad Boys 2, Bowling for Columbine, and a strange cheap horror movie. Atlantic got a measure-y thing (the kind where you walk and roll it, and it'll measure distance) a deadblow hammer which he was entranced with, a hex key set, a minature level and minature pliers, the mini starwars legos, and hot pink nylon string. Mom got a backscratcher and a solarpowered prism, and dad a cd called Guy Noir, detective stories by Garrison Keiler.

Atlantic got me awesome balljointed figures to assemble (which ended up being a great deal of fun for him and light to play with, which is sort of my idea of an ideal present) and darwin awards. Pacific got me typing of the dead for dreamcast and a dreamcast keyboard, a gamespot dj/laptop bag, (light got gamespot golf tees) and a bloody teddybear. Mom and Dad ended up giving me a couple books I'd requested (Bantcock's Artful Dodger, Stephenson's Quicksilver, a couple books of poetry) and a handful of gorgeous books from Tampa's library, most of which date from the late 1800s. and harry potter legos, which now adorn my desk and bookshelf.

i started to transfer my wishlist from a document to the amazon.com wishlist, only to discover it to be unsortable, which angered me to no end. so now i'll have to figure out some other method by which to track what i want. can't handle whatever suckass spreadsheet/database my laptop has, so i'll either have to learn how to use that, or bat my eyelashes until some big strong man saves me from my own folly (snerk).

history's new year's eve party was nice, the nicest new year's i've had in quite some time. showed me a couple things about myself, as large groups of people often do. for all my lack of desire to have sex with anyone who isn't light , i really want to kiss a girl, i'm less worried about how i'm perceived, and significantly less worried about what people want from me, or the whys of their attention. i got to dance a little bit, and i miss being lost on a dance floor, because no matter what kind of equipment the music's being played on, or the skill of the person playing the music, you can't forget it's History's living room, and it still feels like a spectator sport. but i'm too sleepy for weeknight playing, so i guess i'll be content to dance as i vacuum.

"reach a hand to the crescent moon"

i'm losing my social life, bit by bit everything slips away and i'm okay with that. i don't really want to do anything, i don't want to try and find my way out of my house, it's too much effort. and maybe it's my lack of car, maybe it's seasonal affective, maybe it's years of pent up laziness making themselves known.

i made myself a fantastic dinner out of a leftover cinnamonraisin bagel, a can of tuna, and the slightly dry end of a stick of cheese, and a giant glass of milk. tonight, i hope to make chicken and apple sausage, and either eat it with pasta, on a cinnamon bagel, or all by itself. (i'll have to find out how it tastes before i'll know how to serve it to myself). i wonder how one learns how to cook. i guess i'll find out.

junkyard and i were chatting yesterday, he received the batch of peanutbutter cookies i sent him, and we ended up somehow agreeing to exchange knowledge, his of computers for mine of latin. i got an email back from Lyric, which makes me downright bouncy. and i told her i have a crush on her prose, which is completely true, and she didn't seem to think it freaky.

i have to walk to walmart tonight, which will probably be absolutely freezing, but i really need painkiller, batteries and slimfast. there's a greater than average chance i'll simply give up and go without because it will be cold and dark and i will be tired.

reading the gaiman feed i become more and more curious. can anyone tell me anything more about 1602's history?

soon, i will feel the need to post a lengthy post about puzzle pirates and my obsession with it. today is not that day.

"reach a hand to the crescent moon"

i'm losing my social life, bit by bit everything slips away and i'm okay with that. i don't really want to do anything, i don't want to try and find my way out of my house, it's too much effort. and maybe it's my lack of car, maybe it's seasonal affective, maybe it's years of pent up laziness making themselves known.

i made myself a fantastic dinner out of a leftover cinnamonraisin bagel, a can of tuna, and the slightly dry end of a stick of cheese, and a giant glass of milk. tonight, i hope to make chicken and apple sausage, and either eat it with pasta, on a cinnamon bagel, or all by itself. (i'll have to find out how it tastes before i'll know how to serve it to myself). i wonder how one learns how to cook. i guess i'll find out.

junkyard and i were chatting yesterday, he received the batch of peanutbutter cookies i sent him, and we ended up somehow agreeing to exchange knowledge, his of computers for mine of latin. i got an email back from Lyric, which makes me downright bouncy. and i told her i have a crush on her prose, which is completely true, and she didn't seem to think it freaky.

i have to walk to walmart tonight, which will probably be absolutely freezing, but i really need painkiller, batteries and slimfast. there's a greater than average chance i'll simply give up and go without because it will be cold and dark and i will be tired.

reading the gaiman feed i become more and more curious. can anyone tell me anything more about 1602's history?

soon, i will feel the need to post a lengthy post about puzzle pirates and my obsession with it. today is not that day.

"sing me a story i haven't heard yet"

why will i move? easiest question ever. to be with Light. it seems so obvious as to not need an answer, but i'm still going to struggle my way into the words. i want to wake up to him every morning. i want to be as calm and as in my skin as i am when i'm with him. i want to keep growing into this new way of being. because i can't imagine anything i want more. because i know he'll take better care of me than i will, because i know i'll take better care of him than he does. because he balances me out. because he challenges me. because he loves my cats. because sometimes we can sit in my bed for hours on end without talking in our own little worlds, yet most of the time, he'll try like hell to explain to me the things i don't get about people.

where will i move? wherever light wants. not because i'm that subservient, but because i'm pretty sure at this point in my life, i'm more adaptable than i've been in a long time. not just because i'm a hermit, and want only to stay under my covers and make sweet love to my laptop, but because some of my closest friends are accessible through a cable modem, because my job here drives me mad, and i'll never be the wageearner Light is, and i'll probably never need the amount of free capital that Light's accustomed to, so it makes sense to go where he'd be employed. hopefully, i'll be able to find a hospital that needs a jill-of-all-trades, and if not, i'll find something else to do.

many of my friends live in the pioneer valley. very few of them intend to live here for the rest of their lives, as far as i can tell. my little brothers are grown, and nearly free.

new thought: i just realized i'm not making any backup plans. i'm sure i'd land on my feet if i had to, but i'm not planning to have to, which is the first time this has ever happened. ever. in my entire life, as far as i can remember. every time i've made a choice, particularly a choice that involves relying on another person, i've always had at least one backup, if not three or four backups which involve relying on no one but myself. and while language may not be able to convey my shock, my brain just let up an exuberant shout and left the building, so i'm going to sit here and daydream about nagging light about putting things on shelves too high for me.

"sing me a story i haven't heard yet"

why will i move? easiest question ever. to be with Light. it seems so obvious as to not need an answer, but i'm still going to struggle my way into the words. i want to wake up to him every morning. i want to be as calm and as in my skin as i am when i'm with him. i want to keep growing into this new way of being. because i can't imagine anything i want more. because i know he'll take better care of me than i will, because i know i'll take better care of him than he does. because he balances me out. because he challenges me. because he loves my cats. because sometimes we can sit in my bed for hours on end without talking in our own little worlds, yet most of the time, he'll try like hell to explain to me the things i don't get about people.

where will i move? wherever light wants. not because i'm that subservient, but because i'm pretty sure at this point in my life, i'm more adaptable than i've been in a long time. not just because i'm a hermit, and want only to stay under my covers and make sweet love to my laptop, but because some of my closest friends are accessible through a cable modem, because my job here drives me mad, and i'll never be the wageearner Light is, and i'll probably never need the amount of free capital that Light's accustomed to, so it makes sense to go where he'd be employed. hopefully, i'll be able to find a hospital that needs a jill-of-all-trades, and if not, i'll find something else to do.

many of my friends live in the pioneer valley. very few of them intend to live here for the rest of their lives, as far as i can tell. my little brothers are grown, and nearly free.

new thought: i just realized i'm not making any backup plans. i'm sure i'd land on my feet if i had to, but i'm not planning to have to, which is the first time this has ever happened. ever. in my entire life, as far as i can remember. every time i've made a choice, particularly a choice that involves relying on another person, i've always had at least one backup, if not three or four backups which involve relying on no one but myself. and while language may not be able to convey my shock, my brain just let up an exuberant shout and left the building, so i'm going to sit here and daydream about nagging light about putting things on shelves too high for me.