Salad and a TV
Jan. 21st, 2003 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteWhee, tonight's been kinda fun. I was talking to Dez almost all night -we started exchanging images and banners for our sites and LJs and the such. Mine looks soooo damn cool, but it's HUGE! *wonders how to shrink it without ruining the uber-cool look* I was actually having some success with the styles in PS7... who knows, maybe I'll get it working soon! All I need is one of those picture-books for dummies... ^_^
Well, after the big blow-up with my Mom earlier, things have cooled down... I'm trying to down some nasty licorice flavored tea for my throat, and some salad leftover from when Amber and Will stayed over. I'm being picky though, because there are some yucky tasting leaves in here... blech, so this is what Will meant by plants tasting nasty! EW EW EW! If I drench it in my favorite vinagiarette, it still tastes "planty" and if I overdo it, it tastes too pungent. >_< My face is starting to pucker like it did when we were eating dinner together that night... ;_; Oh well, at least I'm eating something!
I watched the new "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Smallville" episodes tonight *giddy* Admittedly, the idea of Buffy/Spike as a couple is sort of *shudder*-y, but it doesn't make me downright gag or cringe anymore. It's almost kind of cute, what with the Prospective Slayers observing all the slights and innuendos between them. Tee hee hee. "Comfy" tee hee. How comfy is your crypt? Haha... Smallville was actually good though-- it lived up to its preview from last week! Lex really has gone "to the dark side." I'd assume being so severely bugged as he was would make him go nuts... and Lex is like me in the sense that he doesn't like losing battles.
Of course, my perspective on that as of late is, I've been losing before I even get on the battlefield, or before I can even "draw a weapon." Blech. That's all changing though. Is it weird to admire media characters and try to make yourself better-- like them? Not that I plan on becoming some sort of evil multiconglomerate or anything...
Anyway, back to Smallville-- okay, so Lex is going nuts trying to get all the bugs out of his house, but plans on having a team of specialists do the same thing. Only he's doing it "discreetly" under the alias "Mr. Green." Real creative, huh? Anywho, so something goes wrong-- the specialists take Lionel and Martha (who happen to be in the building -alone- sealing a deal that Lionel STOLE from Lex using the bugs) hostage, and then the whole thing becomes big news. This is bad for Lex, since it might somehow implicate him into planting bugs in Luthorcorp, might implicate Lionel for all the shady files he's got on people -I wonder what the file on Clark really said- and so on and so forth. I wonder how Lionel got ahold of the octagon disk anyway...! He's probably really close to discovering -or at least getting an implication of- Clark's power... and speaking of which, I thought Clark was going to fly today! *pout* Surely I wasn't the only one who noticed he was wearing a near-modern rendition of his Superman outfit... red jacket, blue shirt, blue pants? All he was missing was red underwear, a gold belt, and a big S on his chest! ^_^ Well, so next episode, Lionel gets shot-- whether he dies or not is unknown... but in the preview, they almost implicated Lana! WTF!? O.o
So... yeah. Right now I'm talking to Marianya-onee-sama and Gene, which is quite cool, since I might get an invite to his 21st birthday party from the latter. Whee~ Hentai and alcohol abounds! *cough* Right. Don't drink and drive. =D
I want to thank everyone (again) for commenting... I know my whole attitude lately has been less than stellar (and I'm sure me repeating it does wonders for my self-esteem) so... thanks. People easily coulda disowned me from their circle of friends, but instead, it feels like I got a lot closer with the people that mean the most to me. So yay me, I now have a younger sister, a younger brother (who you can talk about with sexual innuendos, hahah!) and an older brother (well, I've had him, but he just kicks more ass than before). It's sad because I'm still missing one-- an older sister-- a real one, that is, not an online one like Marianya, who is a doll in her own right (and ironically -or aptly, if you decide it as such- named Michelle) and all... I guess no one ever can really replace my sister. The day's drawing to a close, and there hasn't been a single candle, cake, or ribbon in sight. I miss my sister.
For the uninformed, she died on 7/20/1996 at Land's End. She was where she shouldn't have been, wasn't properly geared for a "hiking expedition" and fell 200 feet. And, like Lionel Luthor pointed out so graciously on Smallville tonight *watches as the readers groan in despair* when you fight with someone, they're the last words you'll ever say... if one of you dies. And that's just what happens, and it's what keeps me remembering that day as the Day of Hell. Admittedly, it happened so long ago, and with the way I am today, you'd think I'm the type to be practicing what I preach-- moving on, as fast as you can. I told my mom to, since she always brings up Michelle at the worst times. And when she's sad, I get sad. I end up reverting back into the same mode I was at the funeral-- this shell-type of person, only there to comfort others and give out pre-recorded responses of "Yeah, I'm fine" or "Leave me alone right now, please." Nowadays, weakness makes me think I'm pathetic, so I try not to let it show. That never works, as people see right through me, and I end up breaking down anyway. Blaugh, when did this entry get all depressing!?
Well, here's something slightly new and somewhat advice-column for you-- what do you do when you find out that someone likes you-- but you don't like them back? Or, for a little role-reversal, what do you do when you like someone, but you find out they're taken? It seems that mid-January (and no doubt February, what with the Hallmark-ness that is Valentine's Day) is filled with all sorts of romancy-angst. Must be the world has been tuned in to the fact that it's EMSiT day, and all those Evil Mad Scientists in Training will be posting their cliffhanger-filled fics. Oh joy. Well, so this is happening to plenty of people besides me. For the latter, I think it's best just to try and "buck up" and stay friends... it's hard watching someone you love find happiness with another, but as the saying goes "T'is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all" along with "If you love something, set it free..." The rest of that, if you didn't know, is "if it returns to you, it is yours to keep." Or, in the pyro's mind, "if it comes back, set it on fire." ^^;;
I dunno though... I use to be a believer in a lot of weird philosophies and such... collecting quotes, discussing ideas, concepts... I'm still torn whether to believe the age-old classic "Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship never." This scared the bejesus out of me when I dated Joe, and now look where I am with him. We never talk. True, we didn't exactly start off as friends... but the thing is, I'd never want to chance a friendship with someone. And my problem therein lies-- the people I end up crushing on the hardest are my friends. Of course, in most cases, they don't start out as my friends, they start out as my crushes, but they never find that out, and we end up being friends. And I'm satisfied with that. Amber's right-- I shouldn't be so desperate right now. The right guy'll come to me. And who knows, maybe I'll have a date for the Boat Dance or Prom!
Geez, I wonder how Winterball at the hotel went... (I bet Amber's REAL glad now that I wasn't gutsy enough to ask Will, aren't ya? Eh, he woulda said no anyway, I bet. *frump*) Well, I best be getting back to making my DWI now... YES, Mer is veanturing into the land of the musically creative! Augh, my salad is getting soggy... *wanders off*
Well, after the big blow-up with my Mom earlier, things have cooled down... I'm trying to down some nasty licorice flavored tea for my throat, and some salad leftover from when Amber and Will stayed over. I'm being picky though, because there are some yucky tasting leaves in here... blech, so this is what Will meant by plants tasting nasty! EW EW EW! If I drench it in my favorite vinagiarette, it still tastes "planty" and if I overdo it, it tastes too pungent. >_< My face is starting to pucker like it did when we were eating dinner together that night... ;_; Oh well, at least I'm eating something!
I watched the new "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Smallville" episodes tonight *giddy* Admittedly, the idea of Buffy/Spike as a couple is sort of *shudder*-y, but it doesn't make me downright gag or cringe anymore. It's almost kind of cute, what with the Prospective Slayers observing all the slights and innuendos between them. Tee hee hee. "Comfy" tee hee. How comfy is your crypt? Haha... Smallville was actually good though-- it lived up to its preview from last week! Lex really has gone "to the dark side." I'd assume being so severely bugged as he was would make him go nuts... and Lex is like me in the sense that he doesn't like losing battles.
Of course, my perspective on that as of late is, I've been losing before I even get on the battlefield, or before I can even "draw a weapon." Blech. That's all changing though. Is it weird to admire media characters and try to make yourself better-- like them? Not that I plan on becoming some sort of evil multiconglomerate or anything...
Anyway, back to Smallville-- okay, so Lex is going nuts trying to get all the bugs out of his house, but plans on having a team of specialists do the same thing. Only he's doing it "discreetly" under the alias "Mr. Green." Real creative, huh? Anywho, so something goes wrong-- the specialists take Lionel and Martha (who happen to be in the building -alone- sealing a deal that Lionel STOLE from Lex using the bugs) hostage, and then the whole thing becomes big news. This is bad for Lex, since it might somehow implicate him into planting bugs in Luthorcorp, might implicate Lionel for all the shady files he's got on people -I wonder what the file on Clark really said- and so on and so forth. I wonder how Lionel got ahold of the octagon disk anyway...! He's probably really close to discovering -or at least getting an implication of- Clark's power... and speaking of which, I thought Clark was going to fly today! *pout* Surely I wasn't the only one who noticed he was wearing a near-modern rendition of his Superman outfit... red jacket, blue shirt, blue pants? All he was missing was red underwear, a gold belt, and a big S on his chest! ^_^ Well, so next episode, Lionel gets shot-- whether he dies or not is unknown... but in the preview, they almost implicated Lana! WTF!? O.o
So... yeah. Right now I'm talking to Marianya-onee-sama and Gene, which is quite cool, since I might get an invite to his 21st birthday party from the latter. Whee~ Hentai and alcohol abounds! *cough* Right. Don't drink and drive. =D
I want to thank everyone (again) for commenting... I know my whole attitude lately has been less than stellar (and I'm sure me repeating it does wonders for my self-esteem) so... thanks. People easily coulda disowned me from their circle of friends, but instead, it feels like I got a lot closer with the people that mean the most to me. So yay me, I now have a younger sister, a younger brother (who you can talk about with sexual innuendos, hahah!) and an older brother (well, I've had him, but he just kicks more ass than before). It's sad because I'm still missing one-- an older sister-- a real one, that is, not an online one like Marianya, who is a doll in her own right (and ironically -or aptly, if you decide it as such- named Michelle) and all... I guess no one ever can really replace my sister. The day's drawing to a close, and there hasn't been a single candle, cake, or ribbon in sight. I miss my sister.
For the uninformed, she died on 7/20/1996 at Land's End. She was where she shouldn't have been, wasn't properly geared for a "hiking expedition" and fell 200 feet. And, like Lionel Luthor pointed out so graciously on Smallville tonight *watches as the readers groan in despair* when you fight with someone, they're the last words you'll ever say... if one of you dies. And that's just what happens, and it's what keeps me remembering that day as the Day of Hell. Admittedly, it happened so long ago, and with the way I am today, you'd think I'm the type to be practicing what I preach-- moving on, as fast as you can. I told my mom to, since she always brings up Michelle at the worst times. And when she's sad, I get sad. I end up reverting back into the same mode I was at the funeral-- this shell-type of person, only there to comfort others and give out pre-recorded responses of "Yeah, I'm fine" or "Leave me alone right now, please." Nowadays, weakness makes me think I'm pathetic, so I try not to let it show. That never works, as people see right through me, and I end up breaking down anyway. Blaugh, when did this entry get all depressing!?
Well, here's something slightly new and somewhat advice-column for you-- what do you do when you find out that someone likes you-- but you don't like them back? Or, for a little role-reversal, what do you do when you like someone, but you find out they're taken? It seems that mid-January (and no doubt February, what with the Hallmark-ness that is Valentine's Day) is filled with all sorts of romancy-angst. Must be the world has been tuned in to the fact that it's EMSiT day, and all those Evil Mad Scientists in Training will be posting their cliffhanger-filled fics. Oh joy. Well, so this is happening to plenty of people besides me. For the latter, I think it's best just to try and "buck up" and stay friends... it's hard watching someone you love find happiness with another, but as the saying goes "T'is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all" along with "If you love something, set it free..." The rest of that, if you didn't know, is "if it returns to you, it is yours to keep." Or, in the pyro's mind, "if it comes back, set it on fire." ^^;;
I dunno though... I use to be a believer in a lot of weird philosophies and such... collecting quotes, discussing ideas, concepts... I'm still torn whether to believe the age-old classic "Friendship often ends in love, but love in friendship never." This scared the bejesus out of me when I dated Joe, and now look where I am with him. We never talk. True, we didn't exactly start off as friends... but the thing is, I'd never want to chance a friendship with someone. And my problem therein lies-- the people I end up crushing on the hardest are my friends. Of course, in most cases, they don't start out as my friends, they start out as my crushes, but they never find that out, and we end up being friends. And I'm satisfied with that. Amber's right-- I shouldn't be so desperate right now. The right guy'll come to me. And who knows, maybe I'll have a date for the Boat Dance or Prom!
Geez, I wonder how Winterball at the hotel went... (I bet Amber's REAL glad now that I wasn't gutsy enough to ask Will, aren't ya? Eh, he woulda said no anyway, I bet. *frump*) Well, I best be getting back to making my DWI now... YES, Mer is veanturing into the land of the musically creative! Augh, my salad is getting soggy... *wanders off*
