So as far as I remember...I laid down around 8 to take a "nap" because I was "SO TIRED" according to my last post.
And I just woke up.
Now, I'm basically screwed for sleep. I may be able to get to bed again if I went now-ish...but I'm sort of in a staying up mood. I just have nothing to be doing.
Way to spend a Friday night, Gail. Sleeping. *sigh* Once a loser, always a loser.
I was reading Deana's profile and am shamelessly gacking some of her quotes...that may possibly become my "Senior quote" in the year book.
*I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh, but I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry.
*Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again...skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.
*When I first saw you I was afraid to talk to you. When I first talked to you I was afraid to like you. When I first liked you I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you I'm afraid to lose you.
*I ran up the door, closed the stairs, said my pajamas, and put on my prayers. Turned off the bed, and hopped into the light, all because you kissed me good night.
Some from my quote book...
*Don't worry about the world ending today; it's already tomorrow in Australia. --Charles Schultz
*Experience is a comb which nature gives to men when they are bald. --Chinese Proverb
*Be kind; for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle. --Plato
*Stumbling is not falling. --Portuguese Proverb
*It's easier to go down a hill than up it, but the view is much better at the top. --Arnold Bennet
*A single rose can be my garden...a single friend, my world. --Leo Buscaglia
*Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will, but remember it didn't work for the rabbit. --R.E. Shay
*Even a stopped clock is right twice a day. --Unknown
*A man is not old until regrets take the places of dreams. --John Barrymore
*We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count. --Ralph Waldo Emerson
Any comments on these, or suggestions of your would be appreciated. ;-)
My knees are covered in a huge bruise (or rather...about 7 smaller bruises) and hurt a lot.
Damn laying down the dance floor!
*shakes an angry fist*
My knees still hurt because they are very much covered with bruises.
My car is currently in the process of turning over to 97,000 miles.
Right now, it says 96,999.9 and all but the first 9 are halfway through the rotation.
I am so incredibly restless today. I've been up too long. I tried to nap, but couldn't. I had breakfast already, and I'm already hungry for lunch. But I have a couple more hours until then.
And you know what I really want to do right now? Go downtown. Just walk around and watch people going about their lives. It's freezing out (literally...it's 32°), but I'd love to just put on a hat and scarf and go wander the city. Maybe for warmth, I'd head to the Art Institute for a while. Admire some of my beloved Monet, Renoir and Van Gogh.
I don't believe that I'm getting any better.
Mommy's listening to a Christmas CD. (November = Christmas in her mind. I wouldn't be surprised if she started putting up the tree in a couple weeks.)
Daddy's planning to rip up the carpet in the dining room and hallway-thing leading to it and leaving it as the nice wood floor that is underneath. (Why it was carpeted over in the first place is beyond me...)
Kitty is just generally very confused with all that is going on, and the computer in my room decided to fuck itself up and is now running a Scan Disk. It will come up without any problems, however. It never finds errors, and yet gets messed up about once a week anyhow.
And that is my Saturday so far. For the love of God, someone save me!!!!!!!!
I'm pretty sure my computer is irreversibly screwed up.
After ScanDisk ran, it had errors and had to be force restarted again...and is so running ScanDisk...AGAIN.
Where is my knight in shining armor to come save me and take me downtown, as I wanted?
I guess it could be worse.
Wait. No. Probably not.
Oy. So after restarting this piece of shit for the *THIRD* time...I just didn't let it finish the ScanDisk and *poof!* Happy.
Fine. You be like that, hunk of junk.
I'm showered. Yay.
And in the absence of my prince coming to steal me away to the glories of the city and the wonders of the Art Institute...I was just flipping through a couple books I bought there last December during the Van Gogh/Gauguin exhibit.
Damn, that was a great exhibit.
Hell, I have enough Monet hanging around my room alone, that I don't really need to go all the way down there. (Yeah, I'm just trying to make myself feel better. :-p)
My cat is purring so loudly that I can hear her under two blankets and my bed. Comfy, kitty?
Went to crew from 2-4:30 today. We set up cyc lights to...well...light the cyc. Duh. 'Twas fun because it was only Phatty, Chazz, Rob, Candace and I. And well...Eric...but duh again.
Then I went up to Cici's apartment to try my hand at a couple new icons. I managed this one. The pretty and the new album and the squee. I love Rob Thomas, and that honestly can't be said enough. I can't tell if it's hard to read...I know what it says so it's hard for me to judge. For those that can't figure it out though, it says "What am I supposed to do about it?"
And now I'm home. And bored. And considering a nap before Phatty's party at 7. Mmm...sleep.
Songs that I've been singing in my head...when I haven't been thinking about a certain something, that is.
"Saints and Sailors" - Dashboard Confessional...And I don't believe that I'm getting any better.
"Peace Train" - Cat Stevens...Peace train soundin' loud.
"Disease" - Matchbox Twenty...Tell me what am I supposed to do about it?
"You've Got a Friend" - Carole King...Oh they'll take your soul if you let them. But don't you let them.
Some really bad song - Shania Twain
Waiting for my ride to Pat's party. La dee da dee da.
No one ever said I made any sense whatsoever.