Defriending in waves. Moving away from the LJ scene. No hard feelings.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or ever), please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.

Happy Birthday Lian!

Hope you're having a grand old time in Seattle and that life will be great for you this coming year.

This morning -- in that long interim stage after my alarm had gone off but before I woke up enough to actually arise and shine forth -- I dreamed that I retired from LJ.

Isn't that interesting?

I just ran across this meme I did back about a year and a half ago, and I want to do it again.

It's called Stump the Writer. I link you to my author page (like this: My Author Page) and you look through my stories and post a line from a story in my comments and I have to guess what it's from.

If I'm wrong, you win. But I'm never wrong.

Please, please play!

SNOW!!

that's all.

Interestingly enough, I appear to be mostly having nightmares about my Technical Communications class.

At least, that's all I can remember. I'm sure I've dreamt about other things.

Nakamura et al, Journal of Heredity 1984. 75:353-358.

Note to self. Ignore it. Unless you want to go and see what article that happens to be. *shrug*

Friday is as Friday does.

And I'm not very fond of parties.

Morning.

I heart me some new years resolutions.

It's quite something to be listening to a TV show.

You sort of get what happens, but not everything.

Oh well. I'm sure it'll work out all right. Eventually I'll actually watch it.

I have this ominous feeling that all of my shoes will wear out at once.
I've got my black heels, which I've had since junior year of high school. My brown dockers, which I've had since senior year of high school. My black school shoes, which ripped in like the first month and which are falling into greater disrepair all the time. My sandals, which I've had since junior year of high school. I already have no flip-flops.

My boots are okay. But they're too warm for regular use.

And my white shoes just aren't very good and I should just buy new ones.

So. It looks like I'll be wearing my brown high heels until I blister. At which point I will wear my boots.

(Oh, and tennis shoes. Dude. All my tennis shoes have been completely worn out. Already. That's, like, not even a joke. The ones in the best condition are the ones I've had since 8th grade, just to give you an example.)

aokay time to go to dinner. *waves*

So I act out my own action stories when i'm trying to get things right. It's very rare that I've ever had to do that, but I've had this scene in mind forever and practiced it often.

Except there's definitely a problem tonight. And that's that my hands are freezing cold. And that's not romantic. Well. Since I'm actually writing it now, I guess the hands will be cold so I can describe it accurately. *shrug*

It's pouring outside.

/yet another update

okay, it's time to admit it once and for all. i've tried to keep it hidden, so no one would know. i really didn't want to offend people, but i'm afraid at this point it's inevitable.

I. Hate. Physics.

I do love this icon, though. I use it a lot.

New Layout.

Thanks to Jenna and Shanae, who helped me choose. Apologies to Jenna because I tried her layout idea and it just ... didn't work out the way I wanted it to.

I think sammy would be pleased with this.

I just embarrassed myself in front of my new roommate.

See, I'd just read Schmergo's amazing "Hogwarts Musical" and was having a hard enough time not turning on the soundtrack and belting out all the songs. Then one of the songs came on due to shuffle anyway. So I went back to the spoof and was singing my heart out. And she walked by and definitely looked at me funny.

Oh well. It was fun.

To Do:
Eat Breakfast
Switch sides of the room
Get Ready for Work
Work on story

In other words, get off the computer you lazy person.

I really don't want to go to work today.

Because there will be no one waiting there for me after I finish.

And also because I am just that lazy.

oh my goodness.

the end.

no more.

goodbye.

*tear*