questions, questions, everywhere

[wisdomeagle]

(At this rate, I'll never write a real entry again!)

(And so she spammed LJ for the rest of her days)


From mislight
.1 - What is your least favourite colour, and what bothers you about it? Pink, and the associations with a particular brand of feminity.

.2 - If your brain could be suddenly infused with the syntax, grammar, and complete vocabulary of any language in the world from any point in time, what language would you pick and why? Sindarin. Because I am a geek.

.3 - Does Frieda Kahlo scare you? Who?

.4 - What is the most angsty, dramatic, and woeful sentence you've ever written? (Names can be omitted.) Hee. *goes searching* Um.... I'm not sure. I can't seem to find anything particularly angsty and woe-ful, though I'm sure I've written many angstful and woe-ful things in my day. Will get back to you on this, possibly.

.5 - Does the mysterious boy-creature like cooking? [Original question accompanied by a link which I don't feel like replicating because I'm lazy] Well, apparently he does. At this point, there are several people, you included, who probably know the mysterious male creature's likes and dislikes far better than I do, a circumstance which I find somewhat bothersome.

On the subject of the mysterious male creature, today is my second LJ anniversary!

Two years ago


My entry from two years ago, with thoughts attached:
AIM is so friggin' addictive.
Still true, though now I've given it up. It's still terrifically tempting, though.

I just spent like hours talking with my best grownup friend. Okay... I'm going to call her Biddy from now on. Though, of course, that's not her real name. Anyhow, we were having a great time, laughing and giggling and in general enjoying each other's company. She kept on saying she had to go but then not leaving...
I haven't talked to B for ages. I miss her sometimes, but... I've outgrown her.

Now the gang is gathered in my room, around D's laptop, watching Drom.
I miss gvambat, too. And Drom. Of course, I'm watching Drom at the moment too, so I guess some things never change.

The lights are off except for the string of Christmas lights that are strung around my computer.
No more Christmas lights. Against the rules.

I realize that thus far no one reads this thing except Megz, of course. Who gave me my code.
Well, some things do change. *pokes flist*

But unlike the old webjournal on my geocities site, this time I will be careful and I will update regularly, as I do my superprofile.
Well, no death threats yet! And I'm pretty good about spamming updating regularly.

I will also try to be more interesting in the future.
Well... okay. I guess I failed there, too.

I hate my computer. It's running XP and is therefore supposed to be stable, but after only two days it decided it hated me and closed AIM on me and now I can't get it open again. *gasp*

I don't mean it, Della! I don't mean it! I ♥ Della.

Why am I so non-communicative unless I am actually writing something?
Something I still wonder.

And why can't I figure out how to make my watch stop beeping on the hour?
Things I have accomplished in the past two years:
1. Made watch stop beeping on the hour.

So many questions, so many questions....
*stares at interview meme* *stares at subject line* *swears this wasn't intentional*