Thursday, July 24, 2003
Still neglecting my blog, sorry. I feel compelled to write because I just got my very first BAD review on my newest, very brief fanfiction! I've gotten upwards of 60 reviews, in total, on my three stories, so it's not SO bad, but the reviewer said my characters were OOC! So, it's official- say hello to fangirl! I suspected it when I was jealous of the ten-year-olds running around B&N on release night with lipliner HP scars on their heads. (why didn't *I* think of that? I'm so stupid!) But now, with a one and a half chapter long OOC romance fanfiction floating around the internet, it's in the bag.
Oh, and they just released a report that ice cream is actually really, really horrible for you. And I've only been up for about half an hour. Le sigh.
Oh, and they just released a report that ice cream is actually really, really horrible for you. And I've only been up for about half an hour. Le sigh.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Sorry, my non-existant readers, that I have neglected thee in the past week or so. I have devoted nearly all of my time to composing a nearly novel-length fanfiction, promoting my favorite HP ship- Hermione and Severus.
I'm not gonna tell you where it is, but if you wanna read it, PM or e-mail me and I'll tell you where it is- unless you're my mom, in which case, no.
I'm having a serious nostalgia fit, and I've been downloading lots of old teenage-me music lately. In a Nirvana search, I uncovered a song seemingly entitled "All Your Base Are Belong To Us" from an album allegedly titled "Someone Set Up Us The Bomb." Huh? Didn't that whole thing come way after Kurt Cobain died? Whatever.
Anyway, I passed my makeup practical- it was embarrassingly stressful. The whole time I was all, what if I forget the pinky-tissue? What if my work isn't "daytime" enough? But I survived, and what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
G'night.
I'm not gonna tell you where it is, but if you wanna read it, PM or e-mail me and I'll tell you where it is- unless you're my mom, in which case, no.
I'm having a serious nostalgia fit, and I've been downloading lots of old teenage-me music lately. In a Nirvana search, I uncovered a song seemingly entitled "All Your Base Are Belong To Us" from an album allegedly titled "Someone Set Up Us The Bomb." Huh? Didn't that whole thing come way after Kurt Cobain died? Whatever.
Anyway, I passed my makeup practical- it was embarrassingly stressful. The whole time I was all, what if I forget the pinky-tissue? What if my work isn't "daytime" enough? But I survived, and what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.
G'night.
Monday, June 30, 2003
Monday morning- well, afternoon. I was up at 10:30 today, which is early for us. It was actually 10:25 by the bedroom clock, making it probably closer to 10:15. Practically the crack of dawn. Anyway, I was going to go grocery shopping but I have to wait for Miss Stevie-poos to come home, since he inadvertently took all of the money in the world to work with him. That does mean I probably won't have to cook after school, yay!
The weekend goes fast now that I work on Saturdays. Saturday night some of our friends came over. It was cool but I always feel bad exposing people to my kids in a social situation. I feel like I'm cramping their style but they always get along with said children and seem to enjoy them. It just isolates one to a very large degree. It's good for the kids I think, to interact with lots of Mommy and Daddy's friends and get socialized with the grown-ups (if you consider us grown-ups- maybe Stephen, but not anyone else so far) and I think they develop a better sense of humor that way. Anyway, I just found Gloria in the bathroom eating conditioner, so I'm off to watch the kids...
The weekend goes fast now that I work on Saturdays. Saturday night some of our friends came over. It was cool but I always feel bad exposing people to my kids in a social situation. I feel like I'm cramping their style but they always get along with said children and seem to enjoy them. It just isolates one to a very large degree. It's good for the kids I think, to interact with lots of Mommy and Daddy's friends and get socialized with the grown-ups (if you consider us grown-ups- maybe Stephen, but not anyone else so far) and I think they develop a better sense of humor that way. Anyway, I just found Gloria in the bathroom eating conditioner, so I'm off to watch the kids...
Friday, June 27, 2003
Ugh... it's about 9,000 degrees here today. I dragged poor Gloria into the city to shop. Since I'm always impoverished, my big purchase was a cotton kimono for Gloria at Pearl River ($3.25. Don't tell Stephen.). And I splurged on lunch at Curry in a Hurry- it was really good.
Okay, what is with people in crowded areas jumping in front of a jogging stroller? A) Just because I am pushing a baby does *not* mean that I am necessarily slower than you. And B) Do you really think I am going to try to jump sideways because you have no manners? No. (Although I did that very thing a few times today and every time I ended up banging Gloria's head off the side of the stroller and hurting her.) So anyway, if you're one of those stroller ambushers, and you're reading this, watch your fucking back or I'll clip your ankles. I swear to God. I'm not fucking kidding with you, it's like that Ludacris song, you'll get ran the fuck over. Okay, stroller rant over.
Gloria and I are gonna jump in the shower, put on clean cotton kimonos, and watch Harry Potter on demand. If you have any Harry Potter fan fiction needs in the meantime, my highest recommendations go to chantico.com/darksarcasm. Yes, I'm a Hermione/Snape shipper. Skip the vastly over-rated PtQ and head straight for "A Letter From Exile One Merciful Morning." G'night.
Okay, what is with people in crowded areas jumping in front of a jogging stroller? A) Just because I am pushing a baby does *not* mean that I am necessarily slower than you. And B) Do you really think I am going to try to jump sideways because you have no manners? No. (Although I did that very thing a few times today and every time I ended up banging Gloria's head off the side of the stroller and hurting her.) So anyway, if you're one of those stroller ambushers, and you're reading this, watch your fucking back or I'll clip your ankles. I swear to God. I'm not fucking kidding with you, it's like that Ludacris song, you'll get ran the fuck over. Okay, stroller rant over.
Gloria and I are gonna jump in the shower, put on clean cotton kimonos, and watch Harry Potter on demand. If you have any Harry Potter fan fiction needs in the meantime, my highest recommendations go to chantico.com/darksarcasm. Yes, I'm a Hermione/Snape shipper. Skip the vastly over-rated PtQ and head straight for "A Letter From Exile One Merciful Morning." G'night.
Tonight, I decided to start blogging because I was struck by how insanely mundane my life has become. My husband is away this week, visiting his mom in Ireland. My day was harried anyway. I rolled out of bed (my mom's couch, I'm terrified of being alone) at noon, and was dressed and ready to roll by 4. Gloria (my ten-month-old) & I went flip-flop shopping all day, and then I decided to go wild and purchase the pieces for a project I've been wanting to do for a while.
This project, which I have been mulling over forever, is a Coed Naked Quidditch shirt. Coming up on the release of HP5, I put hours of thought into this- trying to come up with a catchy slogan, color, font, etc., but it ended up being too costly and the project was shelved until further notice.
As you may have ascertained, I am one of those weird Harry Potter grown-up fans. I spent like 8 hours a day in the weeks leading up to HP5 reading Harry Potter fan fiction. Yes, fan fiction. By the way, I'm 24, and I have two kids. And I read fan fiction. Anyway, I'm going to get to bed now. How's that for a riveting first entry?
This project, which I have been mulling over forever, is a Coed Naked Quidditch shirt. Coming up on the release of HP5, I put hours of thought into this- trying to come up with a catchy slogan, color, font, etc., but it ended up being too costly and the project was shelved until further notice.
As you may have ascertained, I am one of those weird Harry Potter grown-up fans. I spent like 8 hours a day in the weeks leading up to HP5 reading Harry Potter fan fiction. Yes, fan fiction. By the way, I'm 24, and I have two kids. And I read fan fiction. Anyway, I'm going to get to bed now. How's that for a riveting first entry?
