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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*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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so he's with...both of you?no subject
I don't know what he is.no subject
that has to be horribly confusing. =/no subject
He won't--The shinigami--Mello--*sigh* I don't know what to do. What am I supposed to do? He's going on a vacation with him soon, I think, for at least a few days...am I just supposed to wait for him alone and hold off Kira by myself?no subject
I don't think...there's a set protocol for this. Adn I guess. I guess that's a damn good question. Sitting on your ass could be. Not good. Could you, likesay, stay with someone?no subject
I don't know. Maybe. I don't want to just invite myself over or be a burden or anything, though, and I can take care of myself, I just...we were supposed to go on a vacation, you know? As soon as we caught Kira. Now...I don't know what he wants to do now.no subject
I'm sure there's someone out there who wouldn't mind your company...obviously you can take care of yourself, yes, but it can suck being alone. And ouch, seriously ouch. And with the uncertainty about what will happen and all...*frowns* I really do hope you still have that time.no subject
I don't think he'd like it if I left, though. He doesn't like anything I don't do with him. But if I stay...I hate staying in the apartment when Mello's not there, it just feels empty and...vulnerable. I might be better off going to England or something.no subject
He's going on vacation and you can't even leave the flat? Um, not that it's any of my business, sorry, but that doesn't make sense.(no subject)
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Didn't I already tell you that I still want to go on vacation with you? I do, you know. Why would I have changed my mind? You're still important to me! Aren't I with you, too? Don't you live with me? Haven't I made it clear that I want to continue to do so? I love you, even when you're an idiot.no subject
I--Mello...You weren't supposed to wander in here.(no subject)
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