Megan (
themegaloo) wrote2006-08-30 02:14 pm
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A few things!
Firstly, I finally remembered the other amusing story I had intended to relate yesterday:
So, for like, ALL OF LAST YEAR, including the summer, I lived on the third floor, backside of the building. Well, back as in "the side not facing campus," because if you're ON that side it would seem to be the front and all, but for simplicity's sake, I'm calling it the backside of the building
Then a few weeks ago I moved to the SECOND floor on the [relative] frontside of the SAME building. [Not sharing space with so many people so it's smaller and I like it <3 Plus my roommate? Completely fabulous. Only awkward point is the ex-boyfriend across the hall who FLEES, apparently, when he seens me. =/]
So yesterday, walking in from class, etc, so on, so forth, dullness, listening to music and then....then I realize I'm five steps from the third floor on the [relative] backside of the building!
So, naturally, I face palm and waltz around the third floor and go down the steps next to my room. I know, it's not a thrilling story in the least, but I know some people will want to taunt me with it at least!
Other Notable Happenings:
1. Look at my previous entry. Look at the number of comments [currently 167]. I have -never in my life- had that many comments to a post in my LJ. Ever. My inbox? It died. I have it going through Thunderbird, checking like, every minute, I believe for that account and I was getting comment notifications in groups of between 4 and 6 every few minutes for a while. I loved it! *amused*
2. I do solemnly swear not to call Matt adorable.
3. Does anyone know where I can find jeans with like, striped [via seams] pant legs?
4. ...brain died. I swear there was more. Why does this always happen to me?! *headdesk*
So, for like, ALL OF LAST YEAR, including the summer, I lived on the third floor, backside of the building. Well, back as in "the side not facing campus," because if you're ON that side it would seem to be the front and all, but for simplicity's sake, I'm calling it the backside of the building
Then a few weeks ago I moved to the SECOND floor on the [relative] frontside of the SAME building. [Not sharing space with so many people so it's smaller and I like it <3 Plus my roommate? Completely fabulous. Only awkward point is the ex-boyfriend across the hall who FLEES, apparently, when he seens me. =/]
So yesterday, walking in from class, etc, so on, so forth, dullness, listening to music and then....then I realize I'm five steps from the third floor on the [relative] backside of the building!
So, naturally, I face palm and waltz around the third floor and go down the steps next to my room. I know, it's not a thrilling story in the least, but I know some people will want to taunt me with it at least!
Other Notable Happenings:
1. Look at my previous entry. Look at the number of comments [currently 167]. I have -never in my life- had that many comments to a post in my LJ. Ever. My inbox? It died. I have it going through Thunderbird, checking like, every minute, I believe for that account and I was getting comment notifications in groups of between 4 and 6 every few minutes for a while. I loved it! *amused*
2. I do solemnly swear not to call Matt adorable.
3. Does anyone know where I can find jeans with like, striped [via seams] pant legs?
4. ...brain died. I swear there was more. Why does this always happen to me?! *headdesk*
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No, I think it's all right. Sometimes I get requests from people I'd rather not deal with, but I get to pick and choose which jobs I accept so it's not too bad--unless the pickings are slim and I'm desperate, but that hasn't happened in over a year now. :D
I fail to see how a manga about me is interesting at all. I haven't done much--certainly not anything worthy of a story--and I'm not all that special. The whole idea is kind of weird.
Go ahead. :D I already friended you.
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Glad it's all going well. Being desparate isn't good. Especially if it goes hand-in-hand with being hungry.
It was a pretty all-encompassing story line. If it were possible to send to you, I would. Just for novelty's sake. Do you reckon it is?
Ah, thanks! I've done so now.
I'm about to officially get lazy on picking icons out for each comment. I think I've used almost every single one I have.
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Thanks. I went through all that once upon a time, in New York of all places. But I got through it all right, and now I can have practically anything I want. :D
All right. ^^
I don't care enough about this thing to actually pay for an account, and I don't like the ads, so I only have the six. I don't mind.
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One summer my mum drug me out and rather...forced me to do so. And I ended up spending that summer with my head in a popcorn popper at the movie theatre. Still can't really convince myself to eat that stuff again.
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Yeah? I never had anyone force me to do anything--not since before I left, anyway--so I'm on my own. I think I prefer it. :D
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Lucky you, not having people force you into things. I mean, it's alright and all, but I know I prefer when I choose to do things for myself. I'm far more likely to follow through.
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Well at least you grew up with your parents, you know? I think too many people take that for granted.
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It's other people that I make angry faces about. Like exes.
And that is irksome. I need to work on that. I only threw this up the other day, and that's really the only problem I've noticed.
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Exes...yes, I know the feeling. Though I think I've perfected the art of hiding from them once the breakup is complete. :D
Okay. That's all I've noticed too, really.
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Mine lives across the hall. Hello, awkwardsville. Well, actually, I'm fine. He gets nutso and flees.
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Yeah, ouch. I tended to move if that happened. It was a pain in the ass, though. D:
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*chuckles* Hey, His problem. I'm cool.
I think at this point, the layout would be fucked regardless. How long is this chain of comments? Like, 74 comments long.
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Heh, yeah, I guess you're right. :D
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I'm pretty lucky in my living spaces, pretty nice, generally. Except for the one where the AC broke. In August. In Georgia. Ouch.
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Never been to Georgia. :D And we live in a pretty nice place now. There was a recent security breech, so we moved.
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And yes, I saw. Remember, I popped in about Rukia. For a few minutes at least.
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Fucking brat.Yes, I remember. :D
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And he thought it was funny? Regardless of the fact that the two of you value the protection of your identity so highly... it was a private moment and he'd no right to intrude like that. =/
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But obviously, the danger hasn't ended for you.
Nyah, yucky situation, that. Because he has good experience to help, but at the same time, he's endangering you, right?
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No, it hasn't. Kira is very much alive and real and only a few blocks away, the little shit.
I don't want his help. He treats me and Mello like we're his fucking toys, and we're sick of it. We'd rather do it on our own.
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And at the same time it doesn't. Because. When, when reading, I enver saw him work as well with anyone else as he did you. And sure, there are risks, but he knows you and trusts you and isn't going to have to worry about you turning on him. You're a team, the two of you are. And a good one.
He has rather a lot of toys. =/
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He'd be safe in that Soul Society place, I think. With that--that shinigami he's...dating.Too many.
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