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Saturday, August 24, 2002

2:26 AM
oh fuck it
screw you all



1:43 AM
rar



Friday, August 23, 2002

7:23 PM
notes to self.

bunny coming from thinking about running over a garbage can. someone's property gets run over by some spacey jet cruiser. there is cursing and yelling. then later a nice stranger stops by to help (read: hero) and they don't recognize that he's the person who hit them.

Led Zepplin.

Ah! Leah!

Asteroids.

GW pages.

Mystical stuffs for Characters!

Oh, and I want a mannekin head. I should be able to draw faces by now, but I've so little practice with 3-D models.

Dance with me, snake! (...darn. *g* *dances alone*)




6:25 PM
12 October - 8 November

The Druids believed the Reed was a tree because of its dense root system. Cut Reeds were used as pens and symbolised wisdom and scholarship. Reed people are complex, tenacious and fearless. Proud and independent, they have great strength of character and rarely compromise. They thirve on challenge and have an innate belief in their own destiny

The Ruling Deity - The Celtic God the Underworld, Pwyll rules this sign

The Druic Animal - Hound or Dog was a title of honour for Celtic Chieftains as the Dog symbolised enduring loyalty - Reeds must unite a sense of purpose with their strong will or they can become self destructive

Planetary Ruler - Pluto?

Ogham Word - Ngetal



12:52 PM
Emphasis and italicized comments mine. Fairly accurate, except some strangenesses in areas.

Copyright Astrodienst.

Introduction

This report is a short edition of the astrOtext Portrait. It is meant as a sample and advertisement for the full version of the astrOtext Portrait which can be ordered from Astrodienst as a bound report of about 20 - 30 pages. In the short edition, only a few, but nevertheless important aspects of your natal chart are considered.

The Sun, Moon, Ascendant, Venus and Saturn placement are discussed. Quite likely, you will notice some contradictions in the analysis of your personality. This is partly because you are a complex entity, a composite of many diverse, sometimes conflicting, energies. At times these differing energies balance each other out; at other times they fight with each other, causing confusion or unrest in your life. In addition, while this report synthesizes some horoscope elements like Sun and Moon, or the Ascendant and its ruling planet, in most sections it describes each horoscope element separately, not taking into account the presence of other contradicting or supporting horoscope factors.

If you want a more synthesized report, which interprets your horoscope as a whole complex assembly of meaning, please choose the Psychological Horoscope Analysis (PHA) by Liz Greene. It is available at this site, and several other websites in the world, for a fee. What you are reading here is a basic astrological report with a very attractive price. Liz Greene's PHA, in comparison, is not for free, but it is the best astrological computerized report available on this planet.

As you read your short report, or any other astrological report, keep in mind that the energies interpreted here are your birth potentials. However, you may or may not choose to actualize these energies in the manner described. Your age, sex, socio-economic situation, education, environment, level of development, and many other factors contribute to the ways in which you express your natal energies. Remember, the planets do not compel you to do or be anything. They influence you, but you still have the free will to determine your own life.

Sun in Scorpio, Moon in Taurus

You have a fixed course in life and seldom are torn by indecision. Your cheerful manner assures that you are cut out for social and business pursuits. Your temperament and persistence give you the ability to attract interesting ventures and to see them through to the end. You seek security, both financial and domestic, which appeals to your practical nature.

Your Taurean determination can point to a generally lethargic and somewhat static personality. Fortunately, the Scorpian love of show will counterbalance the slow and passive elements of your personality.

In love you fix your desire on your chosen partner with earthiness and great sexual passion. The key to a more harmonious self lies in cultivating forgiveness. You should also try to be less stubborn about your ideas and the people you deal with.

Ascendant in Sagittarius, Jupiter in the Ninth House

At the time of your birth the zodiacal sign of Sagittarius was ascending in the horizon. Its ruler Jupiter is located in the ninth house.

Sagittarius rising denotes lives which are very dualistic; situations come and go as if divided into two sides - success and failure.

If you are able to raise the interests of your mind from common and trivial things to more profound subjects, your intellect will become very philosophical and attracted by law and peace, and it will be more intuitive than rational. In any case your life will be colored by impulsive and rather stubborn tendencies on your part, creating some inclination to go to extremes.

During the course of your existence you must try to develop intuition and human understanding so that you may be in a position to assist other people with your advice.

Sagittarius gives you a rather strong love of nature and makes you somewhat extroverted, demonstrative and passionate, falling in love frequently and without reservations. You are an intellectual, an intelligent person who has been fortunate enough to be granted also a good development of the emotional functions. I'm a playah? ^^ LOL.

Your romantic life will be intense and varied. Your object of love may find you difficult to understand. In one aspect you will appear as passionate and energetic but because of the mutability of the sign you will also have an opposite tendency that will lead you away from involvement in the love affair and the latter impulse will be caused by a more inner trait, which is personal freedom.

Generally speaking, the sign of Sagittarius will incline you to exist in environments in which your physical body, emotions and thoughts are allowed total freedom for development. On a higher intellectual level you may find yourself inclined to dwell in the deep complexities of philosophy, metaphysics, religion and law. You are versatile enough to study more than one discipline simultaneously not forgetting to keep your body in physical movement, since you require both intellectual and physical exercise.

Depending on your social level, this position is ideal for a religious or philosophical person. However, if the cosmic condition of Jupiter is not satisfactory. I guess that part's in the paid version. Well, philosophic, certainly. I suppose I'm more of an ambulatory philosopher than a learned one.

You may become inclined to sectarianism in religion or perhaps ardent materialism. This position is a good hint to success obtained through travelling in foreign countries. It also gives excellent prospects in connection with legal affairs. Ardent materialism? I guess that's religious ;) I'm hopeless at legal affairs. Good at arguing? I guess...

Moon in the Fifth House

The Moon, the earth satellite, was found in the fifth house at the time of your birth. This indicates that you will participate actively in business speculations with many changes occurring in this respect. You were born with a knack for dealing with people and with the ability to communicate with them, particularly in connection with business enterprises. Again with the business! Weird.

Your emotional nature is very much geared to your love of pleasure, and you possess a very curious aptitude which may bring you financial gains as well as pleasures in business. So... I open a little shop for erotica? Okay ^^. It's too bad that's frowned upon in the academic world.

In spite of the positive qualities you have, the fact of the matter is that in love you are very changeable, unstable, and too preoccupied with trivialities.

Your love feelings are very well developed and lead to strong drives for sensations and passionate tendencies which unfortunately are not directed to one object alone.

It is possible that throughout life you may be connected with small and numerous business investments with a fairly good return. Uh...huh. Riiight. Investments in people, maybe. Not money. Hopeless with it.

Saturn in the Tenth House

Saturn, "Kronos," was found in the tenth house at the time of birth. This is not altogether a very favorable position for a person who seeks worldly success. The inhibiting powers of Saturn are expressed in a heavy, cautious, and very serious personality. Many of the limitations that will arise throughout life result from your own psychological disposition which is oriented to narrow bounds. The key to a satisfactory solution of the various problems that will arise throughout life lies in your ability to endure difficulties with patience.

Inwardly there are ambitions, aspirations, and thrift; properly projected these psychological characteristics could yield power, an image of pride, and a perpetual craving for material objects and worldly wealth. Yes, yes. The pride..

Note: Saturn is technically near the end of house 9 and is therefore interpreted in house 10.

Sun in the Eleventh House

The Sun, the giver of life, was found in the eleventh house at the time of birth.

In general, this is a favorable position. Throughout your life you will receive assistance from persons occupying superior positions in life. After middle age there are strong possibilities that you will gain in reputation and esteem through relationships with people of prominence. Destiny may grant you sufficient strength of character and even opportunities to carry out your wishes to their utmost. That goes along with the Chinese decade cycles. I guess I just have to live long enough.

Spiritually, you seem to have a loyal disposition and you are straightforward and honestly oriented. You're very well aware, however, of a sense of superiority and dignity.

Venus in the Twelfth House

Venus, the planet of love, was in the twelfth house at the time of birth.

Only those very close to you have a hint of the little known facets of your personality. Regardless of the way you speak and express yourself, when you are alone, relaxed, and free of worry, you can have a sociable and congenial temperament that runs alongside a generous, kind, and attractive character.

This astrological combination may lead you into clandestine love affairs. Unless you use a great amount of tact and diplomacy, these secret affairs may create social complications that force premature termination. I'm... a tragic playah? No wonder I like Yohji. *g*

Neptune Conjunct Ascendant

The conjunction of Neptune to the Ascendant shows that you are very sensitive and perhaps psychic. Your grip on the real world is loose; you need to grasp it more firmly. Oh, this is not surprising.

You are so physically sensitive to the injustices you observe in society that they can easily make you ill. Because your environment has such a powerful effect, you should try to make some contribution to relieve your anxieties about allowing these negative conditions to exist. Replace ill = violent.

You are sympathetic toward the oppressed, understanding of the emotionally disturbed, and forgiving to those who seem guiltless in their transgressions against society.

You easily become distraught over conditions you are powerless to do anything about, and your feelings of guilt and failure can make you withdraw into a world that is safe from responsibility.

You should associate with people who have their feet on the ground to compensate for your aimless wandering temperament. There is a great need for your sympathetic understanding, and you do not have the right to turn down anyone who extends a hand for help.


More later. ^^



Thursday, August 22, 2002

11:09 PM
rage

So I'm trying to work out the practical details of what I need from St. Louis and what needs to be done here before I get the things I need from St. Louis. The babbling has much to do with rearranging the room, which I'm just getting used to. I comment on not knowing where to put the snake which is more a statement of "I don't know which of the four places to put her."

To which my father replies, "Why don't you just get rid of that snake?"

"Don't even joke about that."

"I'm not joking about it."

"Well don't ever say that to me ever again."

I want to laugh and cry and simply SCREAM at his stupid little head. Goddamn it. I need to remember how little respect I have for them, and that it happened for a reason. Because you know, I started out with a full glorious adoration for their sorry asses even when at age six I fucking knew it was not Right to be screaming at each other and playing head games then turning around and telling me everything's all right even though I am NOT STUPID you fucking goddamn sons of bitches!!! And they fucking wonder why I lied to them. Learned it from their pitifully shitty selves.

How many times do I have to tell them what the bare minimum is to keep my sanity??! How many times do I have to tell them that it is not about blame, it is not about pointing fingers, it is whether or not I fucking SURVIVE this stupid shitty world RIGHT NOW that they failed to prepare me for because they continue to play the damn fucking inconsiderate SELFISH little games that I've watched them play all my fucking life and they're too self-absorbed and worried about the nose on their faces to see they've been playing.

I don't have fucking time for them to come up with epiphanies I've practically written out for them from as far back as I could VERBALIZE complex ideas!

I just need them to follow some goddamn simple ORANGUTAN level rules. Don't yell at me. Don't give me advice I didn't ask for. Don't assume I am gonna screw up then tell me line by line EXACTLY what I have been doing. LISTEN to ME you shitheads, instead of telling me what you goddamn think YOU should have gotten from YOUR parents.

GROW UP. GROW UP. GROW UP.

They should be damn grateful I'm even willing to take care of them if something happens to them, a good dutiful little Filipino girl. Shit. It's out of PITY you bastards, and I am finally coming to terms that you are human beings, not GODS, and believe me it was fucking hard. So there. You're equal now. If anyone said that to me, I'd cut them down just as hard and fast. You don't get special privileges. I thought you were the sun and the moon and you EARNED all the derision I'm feeling right now.

I am so fucking sorry you didn't get the cute little automaton I fooled you into thinking you had. And yes, it was systematic, and I encouraged it, because you were the owners and I was the well-fed dog, and fuck if I didn't cop on to the fact that there was a really long emotional leash involved. What was I supposed to think? I'm the child, remember?

Well, I'm not the child. I'm not your ticket to heaven. I'm not going to make up for the second and third and fourth childhoods you didn't get because your life was so fucking hard growing up, fuck THAT, that's an excuse, and though it may be enough for you, it's not enough for me. I cried for you. I let you carry on not listening to me. All because your parents didn't treat you right, and you up and told me that's why you acted that way and like I'm going to ignore an excuse slip from the grave, at twelve years old.

Yeah I know, tough for me. Everyone else has problems like me. Well, shit. My parents are in the medical field. The hypocrisy of going insane over my asthma then spending two years of MY life exacerbating my depression is not just another parental hangup, it's an extra front of combat in this -war- I'm fighting, and I've told them again and again that I don't need it. And if they can't figure out a way to shut the fuck up then they need help themselves, and NO, *I* am not going to be their little therapist and emotional stabilizer like I was for most of my life.

They and the rest of the world's soooo fucking lucky my depression didn't dip to suicidal levels. I'm glad. Maybe I'll burn in Hell, but I want to live long enough to spit on their graves.



7:09 PM
books bought

(and ooh I want to work there)

The Adventures of the Stainless Steel Rat by Harry Harrison
- yay all in one volume! mmmgods, I *heart* the likes of the Rat, I can't wait! Must be why I like Miles so much. And nnn, Lankhmar, by Fritz Leiber. Adventures!!

Barrayar by Lois McMaster Bujold
- Yeah, I have about three copies of this. But it's the old cover! The old cheesy cover! Gritted teeth and trickle of blood and shorn uniform and SWORDSTICK! I cut my teeth on Cordelia in that cover, even if her hair was all wrong. I pretended it was auburn, or pretended it was Drou. I mean, the new one's so sedate, no action... and -that- cannot be a Vor gown, and if that's Aral behind her... *cough* The older Shards cover is the quintessential Cordelia and Aral, imho.

Strength of Stones by Greg Bear
- You can never have enough Bear. Really. One of the Killer B's. He's a wonderfully prolific author; I always mentally smoosh him with Silverberg and all the fun concept-SF writers out there.

Hondo by Louis L'Amour
- Heee. Got into Louis fairly late. Eight years old? Manly men, violent, old west, with just enough of a tinge of romance to remind you it probaby didn't happen that way but it's a damn good story you're reading. He was a big man, wide-shouldered, with the lean, hard-boned face of the desert rider. There was no softness in him. His toughness was ingrained and deep, without cruelty, yet quick, hard, and dangerous. Whatever wells of gentleness might lie within him were guarded and deep. No bishounen here... they were killed off ^^.

Heir of Sea and Fire by Patricia McKillip
- No, I am not a fantasy reader. You're looking at hard-core SF. So I've come to most of the fantasy masters very late, if at all. I just have no patience for it, I guess. Except for fantasy writers with footnotes. I am devout then. Tolkien and Pratchett. :D Everyone else I'd rather read in short form. (Like Nina Kiriki Hoffman, where the HELL is she?? I loved her short shots in the mid-90s then she dropped off. Ah well. Esther Friesner will make it all better....)

Bath Tangle by Georgette Heyer
- Regency Romance. It might as well have footnotes. And it's funny as hell. I dipped into her stuff from the Bujold mailing list. Egads, those people had fine literary taste. Greeeat stuff. One of these days I'll sub again.


Yes, I do believe I'm trying to escape.



11:04 AM
and it also occurs to me
that while I would probably be awfully busy and sometimes just as communicative, if I were living in baby's vicinity I at least would have access to post-it notes to tell her I had a bellyaching laugh over SimCye breaking up their little date, and wouldn't be sitting here wondering how many other little things I've just forgotten to say to people.

And on top of this I'm growing reclusive in RL! Sheesh. How am I supposed to communicate like this? Things to say, how to get them out when they aren't even there. Next show.





10:54 AM
it occurs to me...
...that if I wouldn't own a dog if he or she didn't have big open spaces to wander around in, I wouldn't raise a child either. I would be a terribly different person if I hadn't had all those perambulatory kilometers under my belt, all the new and old things to explore and occupy myself with, even if I didn't have anyone else to play with. Kids should have places to wander and just be themselves. A big house, a big yard, a big neighborhood, a big tree. Anything will do, kids aren't picky. They just need space where they don't risk some kind of emotional or physical assault on their young selves.

I wish. Really really hard.

Now I wonder how I should word that letter to the prospective candidates for public office. Hm.




8:39 AM
oh boy

Seiji just told me where he is. Gah! The fic-boys are infecting the House-boys. Look, guys, Karen was a quickie thing for a chara who's not around...

>.<

I know I liked the character! On the page. On the page. Not on the blog. Nnnno.

Jesus, I need to get out of the house.




Wednesday, August 21, 2002

6:55 PM
Kewllll


"Zi" can also mean child or childlike, if you pronounce it slightly differently.

The other kanji is from the Chinese "xu". The top part is rains (imagine the little lines as more of a bursting, fountaining thing... pitik, pitik, shower, shower) as slow as a growing beard (see the moustache at the bottom?). I'm not sure what the part on the left is, it's some kind of Japanese addition to denote its satin-ness.

Isn't that cool?

Och, I dunno when/if RfP can be launched. Too much work to do. If I could discipline myself to work on it daily, as a reward, then downgrade RP and LJ-checking and all the other extraneous webbing... like, open just AIM when I'm online, instead of the browser? *steels herself* I need to get myself ready for class...

Meanwhile, I am having thoughts of intensely bad torture-fic. It happens sometimes, it's very sexual-violent, and no, it's not slightly entertaining in the least. It makes me antsy to have Things inside that I choose not to write. That happens sometimes too, and believe me, some things are better kept unwritten, when you're as prolific as I am. I might channel it into something that -is- yaoi, but the RajuraXTouma kind of overloads me on the blue boy... Touma can only be in so many places at once, and I have to convince myself I want to do something on the same psychological level as Serpentine, to one of my favorites. It's all plotted and prepped, just like snake-rape, but I need to scrunch up the resources to actually right it.

Breaking out! Ewww. Man, this sucks. I up my calorie intake like I'm supposed to, and I get this... yuck. Fortunately it wasn't as bad as when I had the driver's license pic taken. *sigh*

I am procrastinating! GACK. Like this is news to anyone.





3:33 PM
this is all Jada's fault

I can't post comments! Giick! Bear has nice ficlets. Nice bunnies. Want a brownie? *pats* ^^

Erm... I'm playing with your boys? (And girl?) I hope that's ok.

He knew somehow he'd end up back here. It wasn't as though the money was ever going to run out; Omi had always taken care of them, even when they didn't need it. And after the clan had released the Date inheritance, they hadn't needed it.

Still, after a while even Rio got old, and he had no intention of wasting a ticket to Milan or Nice or Paris. He'd sooner move to Sapporo. So he uploaded the last of the prints into the secure database, closed down the studio, and left.

And got sidetracked in Hong Kong, and Sydney, and there had been that fabulous weekend in Shanghai.

Now he was here. Home? Home was people, Omi had always said.

Fuck. He didn't have a home. He hadn't even rid himself of the hangover.

He looked up at the cheery little shop sign. It hadn't changed much from the last time they'd visited. The cheery was no doubt Cye's doing. The little had to be Ran, scrupulous miser that he was.

The door swung open before he could knock. That was something he'd gotten used to---

"Uncle Yohji!"

He blinked, and was ushered into the shop proper, then up to the spacious flat. When had the buggers grown so big! Probably somewhere between Hamilton and Port-of-Spain. Which one was this again?

"It's Elly, remember? Well, it's a good thing there's another train into the city. They'd have my head if I let you wander in such a state." She deposited him on an easy chair with instructions not to move, and fussed her way out.

Relatives of Cye's never failed to leave him feeling like a lost puppy. He laid his head on his hands, trying to calculate Elly's age through the throbbing headache. It beat contemplating the light, airy spaces of the redheads' perfectly feng shui home. They'd moved into the loft for a couple of years. The atmosphere was heady with Ran and Cye's presence, but there were more than enough memories of them to go around.

A suspicious looking drink appeared on the end table next to him. It smelled of tomato juice. "Since when do they let you root around their bar, Elly-chan? And where are the troops anyhow." He downed it. Far be it from him to mistrust a concoction of any relative of Cye's.

"Uncle Ran said it was a buying trip. Uncle Cye said it was a hotel room with a view." Elly flopped on the couch. All pigtails and plaid skirt, just like any other girl, except for the way her eyes looked at you and saw straight through. "It's probably both. They'll be back this afternoon."

"So what're you doing here?" Yohji finally came up with a ballpark age and shook his head. It actually hadn't been that long. They did shoot up overnight.

"House-sitting," she answered promptly, swinging her legs on the edge. "I had a paper to do and I wanted some peace and quiet. Little brothers, you know." She wrinkled her nose. "Shall I tell them you're here, or will you wait till they're practically stumbling on you?"

Yohji grimaced. "Get out of here, Elly."

She grinned in return, jumping up and planting a kiss on his cheek. "The key's by the coat rack if you want to leave."

He watched her go, vaguely rubbing his cheek. "Thanks, Elly-chan."

"You've got till tonight before I call Aunty Suki so don't go far!" She called on her way out.

Yohji fairly growled. Perfect. Seiji's little sister. He'd have preferred Yayoi, but she was in the States for business. Well nothing for it. He probably had to call Omi too. No point bothering Ken, he'd hear about it through Aya anyway.

This was the part he hated about coming back. The interrogation phase.

The lanky blond curled up on the couch. He'd shower in a minute. First he needed some shut-eye...




Tuesday, August 20, 2002

7:00 PM
if you post a smutfic and only your girlfriend comments on it, does it really exist?

I suppose, you know, I should wait for people to get their e-mail digests and check their friendlists.... but out of about 250 eyes looking at it? Makes me want to finish RfP even less. Build it and they'll come? Sure, if I could build it in five minutes, instead of five hours. I am not getting paid for that crap. I take joy in -writing- period, and I'll continue to do that as long as the boys keep my attention. I'll give fic to the people who ask for it. But the audience that was there in the beginning isn't there anymore. People are not fanfic'ing the shows I'm writing for. I know it's quality fic. I wouldn't waste my godfucking precious time on it otherwise. It's not like I need a fucking parade anymore, I've grown up a little in the past two years.

But I guess everyone is nice and happy in their own little cliques. I guess they've met enough new people and they don't want to meet any more. No, that's unfair. It's a goddamn popularity contest. How many top100s, guestbooks, LJs, mailing lists, banners, buttons, how shocking/smutty/sweet can you make it and hi, I'm out of high school. No more.

Does anyone realize what an emotional investment it is to write fanfic for me? I write more of it when I'm depressed, which does not speed my recovery, especially in the depths of serious black-hole. I've been a little better in the past few months, but not that much better. My life would improve if I quit it cold turkey. I have known this from the very beginning. And every time I write, it's like fucking shoplifting. I don't take ownership and copyright lightly. Somebody fucking bled for my boys to even exist. I don't have a right to even call them mine. The fic and art I produce are called bastards for a reason.... not so much mine, but someone else's illegitimate orphan, produced because I fucked with their story.

So why do I even do this? Because every now and then somebody's day is brightened by my stories. And they don't want to make an emotional investment in characters they don't know yet. That's why I *post*. That's why I participate. That's why I give feedback when I can. That's why I click around and try new authors. But I guess it's a big fat fad and the old guard's losing interest and time and maybe they're just as shit-bummed by it as I am. I guess I can love the boys as much as I want to and the only people who'll read it are the ones I shamelessly beg to read it and the handful of wonderful people who really care about what I write.

Sure, part of it is for the attention. I can open an FF.net account and get all the goddamn fangirl shitheaded attention I want. That's not the point anymore. The point is that I stay because the currency was words and story and having fun with it. Maybe everyone's tired of the toys. Throw 'em away. Let's move on to the new shiny thing.

If this were a business I'd market more aggressively. You all know I can. But you know what, it's not. I am not getting paid for this. I am not getting paid to be Shusu. I sit here and pretend to be Shusu because it suits the people I want to talk to. If they're not around anymore, well, whaddaya know, the people who like me know my real name.

Maybe it's just the jealousy. Still. It's not like this is an isolated incident. This is more like a straw. Is it the last one? Probably not. There are still people who want me to be around. But goddamn if this doesn't make it an uphill battle.

Maybe I'm just annoyed because there's nobody online and I am slowly coming to grips with the fact that I've abandoned 90% of my friends to recuperate from the depression, and there's nobody here to talk to. And I've nobody to blame but myself. And I'm feeling a little bitter because I chose fandom circles over my RL circles. Who knows. It's not like anyone's around to hear this.

~~~


Which Saiyuki character would sleep with you?



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Which Saiyuki character would sleep with you?






Monday, August 19, 2002

1:10 PM
Have fun ^^

friend quiz





9:02 AM
this makes me sick...
An infomercial using images of the Holocaust and Anti-Semitism to ship people to a country that is systematically crushing the economic and social structures of a people in their own native land.

Not that either faction is entirely right, but...

... yeah, let's keep playing on emotions and knock over those sociological dominoes and see how many people die this time.




7:42 AM
with deep sympathies to everyone else in the country
boiling in your own juices. I think summer's over here. Probably has been for a week or so. This cold front has been sitting on us for that long, and everything's been coming up 70s. Then Saturday night/Sunday morning I froze to death in my normal next-to-nothing sleepware. Last night I curled up in the feather comforter and my warmest oversized sweatshirt thing. And I didn't have any too-warm nightmares.

...I didn't even put away my winter clothes.




12:10 AM
wooo!
I adore this movie. I think my life is spent trying for Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon status, but I end up Magnolia. Adore the soundtrack too.

Magnolia Symbolism: Raining Frogs
what movie symbolism are you? find out!








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