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So, if you happened to ask, 'Hey Giddy, what are you doing up at like, 6am on a Sunday morning?' the answer would be, 'Well, I've been up since 3:30 because Jack the Cat pulls this awesome maneuver where he decides the most efficient way to get from point A to point B is to leap, or really make two leaps, with the landing in the middle right on my sternum, which he hits with unerring accuracy. Usually he does this while I'm lying on my love seat and I end up instinctively smacking at him because hey, hi, oww! but at least I can see him coming and deflect him a little. Tonight he decided to do it while I was asleep in bed so I woke up flailing, breathless, and in pain. It was pretty awesome, and I couldn't go back to sleep, so I sat on the couch until it was light enough that I could clean without turning on any lights or anything, because I'm cranky and tired and I don't want any fucking lights, okay.' And then you could say 'aaaw *pets*' while thinking Giddy, duh, you're supposed to answer 'how are you?' with 'I'm fine!' and 'Why are you awake?' with 'Eh, just because. Why are YOU awake!' Sigh.
*cranky*
Here is a list of five totally random things that I've been thinking about since I woke up:
1) I had this dream the other night that a demon had my mom and sister and I had to go rescue them, and I was standing outside the house where he had them, looking in an upstairs window, and it was all black inside with blue flashing lights and words being written on the window like white neon but I couldn't read them, and I couldn't go save Mom and Trisha until--I had bought a new shirt. But in order to buy a new shirt, I needed to borrow money and a car from a neighbor, and the car turned out to be a stick shift, which I can't drive. So I was sitting there all frustrated, cursing, and then I woke up. It was pretty funny--I keep thinking 'sorry, Mom, I can't save you from a demon while wearing THIS old thing; you just hold your horses and I'll be back in a jif in a sweatshirt with gel kittens and rhinestones, mmm-kay?' Ha.
2) There's this thing in the corner of my living room, a little rack with four shelves that someone gave us to use when we moved in here (my ex-roommate and I), and we didn't know what to do with it. So just as a temporary solution that became permanent from laziness, there's a pretty box that my ex-bro-in-law brought back from Afghanistan on the bottom shelf, a filigreed elephant carrying a clock that I've never been able to work on the second shelf, a horse my mother gave me for my 16th birthday on the 3rd shelf; he's leather and my dog once tried to eat him, and on the top shelf is a small bust of Mozart that I bought at a yard sale for a dollar, because, you know, Mozart. For a dollar!
My ex-roommate and I had nicknamed him M-dub and dressed him in a scarf and hat, and I've been sitting here and sitting here thinking, where did we get that name, M-dub? Man, did it just sound good, what were we thinking? And it took me like, a solid hour of pondering to connect, oh, duh, Wolfgang! W! Dub!
Anyway, so, yeah. M-dub. He be pimpin. But I think he needs to find some summerwear, or he'll be fryin.
3) Captain Jack Harkness. Made of win Y/Y?
4) Patrick Stump. Dressed as a bunny, a cat, a piece of steak. Pete Wentz is crazyin love Y/Y?
5) I don't like to go into the ex-roommate's bedroom at all, at all, because of a nightmare I had about her closet. I know, whatever. So I keep thinking, I have to get a new roommate, but part of me is like 'Redrum!' because clearly anyone who stays in that room is going to be driven crazy by evil and become a mass-murderer and stop bathing and never pay their rent. So then I think, fine, I'll just use it as I don't know an office, and move my desk in there and the treadmill so I can have room in my room, and the treadmill will be awesome to use once it's not buried under stuff in the other spare bedroom, but I don't even like having the DOOR to that room open. I don't think I'll spend a lot of time in there without someone to watch my back, yo. So I don't put anything in there because that's easier, it's harder to hide gremlins in an empty room, but man, what a waste.
Alternately I could try to be less crazy and just get over myself, wow, but that would be weird for me and I don't think I'm going to do it. *G*
So anyway, hey, what are you doing up?
*cranky*
Here is a list of five totally random things that I've been thinking about since I woke up:
1) I had this dream the other night that a demon had my mom and sister and I had to go rescue them, and I was standing outside the house where he had them, looking in an upstairs window, and it was all black inside with blue flashing lights and words being written on the window like white neon but I couldn't read them, and I couldn't go save Mom and Trisha until--I had bought a new shirt. But in order to buy a new shirt, I needed to borrow money and a car from a neighbor, and the car turned out to be a stick shift, which I can't drive. So I was sitting there all frustrated, cursing, and then I woke up. It was pretty funny--I keep thinking 'sorry, Mom, I can't save you from a demon while wearing THIS old thing; you just hold your horses and I'll be back in a jif in a sweatshirt with gel kittens and rhinestones, mmm-kay?' Ha.
2) There's this thing in the corner of my living room, a little rack with four shelves that someone gave us to use when we moved in here (my ex-roommate and I), and we didn't know what to do with it. So just as a temporary solution that became permanent from laziness, there's a pretty box that my ex-bro-in-law brought back from Afghanistan on the bottom shelf, a filigreed elephant carrying a clock that I've never been able to work on the second shelf, a horse my mother gave me for my 16th birthday on the 3rd shelf; he's leather and my dog once tried to eat him, and on the top shelf is a small bust of Mozart that I bought at a yard sale for a dollar, because, you know, Mozart. For a dollar!
My ex-roommate and I had nicknamed him M-dub and dressed him in a scarf and hat, and I've been sitting here and sitting here thinking, where did we get that name, M-dub? Man, did it just sound good, what were we thinking? And it took me like, a solid hour of pondering to connect, oh, duh, Wolfgang! W! Dub!
Anyway, so, yeah. M-dub. He be pimpin. But I think he needs to find some summerwear, or he'll be fryin.
3) Captain Jack Harkness. Made of win Y/Y?
4) Patrick Stump. Dressed as a bunny, a cat, a piece of steak. Pete Wentz is crazy
5) I don't like to go into the ex-roommate's bedroom at all, at all, because of a nightmare I had about her closet. I know, whatever. So I keep thinking, I have to get a new roommate, but part of me is like 'Redrum!' because clearly anyone who stays in that room is going to be driven crazy by evil and become a mass-murderer and stop bathing and never pay their rent. So then I think, fine, I'll just use it as I don't know an office, and move my desk in there and the treadmill so I can have room in my room, and the treadmill will be awesome to use once it's not buried under stuff in the other spare bedroom, but I don't even like having the DOOR to that room open. I don't think I'll spend a lot of time in there without someone to watch my back, yo. So I don't put anything in there because that's easier, it's harder to hide gremlins in an empty room, but man, what a waste.
Alternately I could try to be less crazy and just get over myself, wow, but that would be weird for me and I don't think I'm going to do it. *G*
So anyway, hey, what are you doing up?