bouncy squee yay!
Nov. 24th, 2003 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wisdomeagleDylan: We have an old earth custom, Tyr. It's called a garage sale.
I misheard that "We have an old earth custom, dear. This might actually be an argument for not watching stuff at 9 in the morning...
You know, I really don't understand the way my brain and body function. I really don't. I really want to be a morning person. If you define a day as a twenty-four hour period of wakefulness starting with maybe eight o' two at night and going until you fall asleep, then my favorite time is about eight in the morning, when I finally leave the dorm and run through the shimmery beauty that is dawn. Well, no, eight o'clock isn't really dawn, but it's... I love it. I love being awake then. A few hours later I'm usually ready to crash, but I really love the shimmery stage. Really but really.
So today. Letter! *glomps USPS* Of course, I ran up to the post office twice and got nothing and was very sad and then found out my friend who works in the post office had already snagged the letter for me and gave it to me before class started.
And then l actually printed out the now nineteen page long term paper and bounced upstairs in the Academic building and told the pretty English professor that I came with a present! And she was all, yay! and I was all yay! and she said I was doing good so far and I was all yay! and bounced downstairs and then I came back here.
And I will sleep a lot tonight.
Oh, and I ran into one of the math tutors in the library and we had this discussion of Thanksgiving break and we both agree: we wish we had the personality type that would allow us to miss classes. But we don't.
Today my anthropology professor told us that we don't actually need to read the last book. We just need to skim it. She told us this. This is our extra-special reward for coming to the last class before Thanksgiving.
I wrote T/T glitterfic. Then I realized it was making even less sense than Trance/Thor usually does, so I wrote J/D UST instead. It didn't make any sense either, though.
And I am TEH B0UNC3Y! (Wow. See how un-l33t I am)
Ari/life: OTP! YAY BOUNCE SQUEE!
I am obviously on a caffeine/sleep-deprivation high. This is entirely a bad thing. Yeah. Or maybe not.
*wonders if she can maintain this level of squee for the next 2 days 8 hours 36 minutes*
*is squee*
*is bouncy*
*is exhausted*
I misheard that "We have an old earth custom, dear. This might actually be an argument for not watching stuff at 9 in the morning...
You know, I really don't understand the way my brain and body function. I really don't. I really want to be a morning person. If you define a day as a twenty-four hour period of wakefulness starting with maybe eight o' two at night and going until you fall asleep, then my favorite time is about eight in the morning, when I finally leave the dorm and run through the shimmery beauty that is dawn. Well, no, eight o'clock isn't really dawn, but it's... I love it. I love being awake then. A few hours later I'm usually ready to crash, but I really love the shimmery stage. Really but really.
So today. Letter! *glomps USPS* Of course, I ran up to the post office twice and got nothing and was very sad and then found out my friend who works in the post office had already snagged the letter for me and gave it to me before class started.
And then l actually printed out the now nineteen page long term paper and bounced upstairs in the Academic building and told the pretty English professor that I came with a present! And she was all, yay! and I was all yay! and she said I was doing good so far and I was all yay! and bounced downstairs and then I came back here.
And I will sleep a lot tonight.
Oh, and I ran into one of the math tutors in the library and we had this discussion of Thanksgiving break and we both agree: we wish we had the personality type that would allow us to miss classes. But we don't.
Today my anthropology professor told us that we don't actually need to read the last book. We just need to skim it. She told us this. This is our extra-special reward for coming to the last class before Thanksgiving.
I wrote T/T glitterfic. Then I realized it was making even less sense than Trance/Thor usually does, so I wrote J/D UST instead. It didn't make any sense either, though.
And I am TEH B0UNC3Y! (Wow. See how un-l33t I am)
Ari/life: OTP! YAY BOUNCE SQUEE!
I am obviously on a caffeine/sleep-deprivation high. This is entirely a bad thing. Yeah. Or maybe not.
*wonders if she can maintain this level of squee for the next 2 days 8 hours 36 minutes*
*is squee*
*is bouncy*
*is exhausted*
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Date: 2003-11-24 09:40 am (UTC):p
*laughs ass off*
*requests to see fic*
*gives Ari cccbs, although that's probably a really really bad idea.*
*hugs Ari*
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Date: 2003-11-24 10:17 am (UTC):p
Will post in
*consumes*
Hey, you know that large gaping hole in the middle of the Pacantic (Atlific?) Ocean? That used to be North America. Then Ari got cccbs.
*hugs roommate*
(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-24 02:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-24 02:39 pm (UTC)Then it go'd boom.
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Date: 2003-11-24 01:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-24 02:04 pm (UTC)Yes! I remember!
"And everyone is gathered here, and they're looking at the ball--ooh, shiny! *stares in rapt wonder*"
Actually, it really worries me that I made the icon this morning and have used it in about half my posts/comments today.
Happy Thanksgiving to you too! :)