Umm, hi f-list. The world sort of... ate me recently. I feel the need to assert that I am, in fact, still here and do things other than read porn about pretty, pretty bands. I'm not sure why, but I do.
Me, state of - things having nothing to do with bandom/fandom:
I spent a ridiculous amount of time today working on de-couch-ifying mine & jen's living area. Said couch? Ridiculously large. We nearly broke it/the door getting it into the room originally, so we decided it would be easier to just take it out the back door. Wrong.
Things learned from this?
-Everything is always harder than you think it will be, even if you are a pessimist.
-There is never an allen wrench around when you need one.
-Hammers cannot fix everything.
-Removing a door from its hinges is surprisingly easy, thus proving the exception to the first rule.
Jen's explanation of the de-couch-ifying experience which may cause this to make more sense. Or maybe not.Moving right along...
Prior to this venture, I spent all day yard-sale-ing. Me & Jen & Zoe left at 7 AM with my 3-year-old nephew in tow. We ditched the kid with his mommy around 11, but didn't actually make it home until 3:30. That is some hard-core shopping, yo.
The sad part about this is that I actually bought practically nothing for myself. I spent a dollar on books. And I bought a purse. ...that's pretty much it.
Oh, and I bought my girlfriend a slightly whorish pink and black plaid schoolgirl skirt. I likes it. And I bought her Hello Kitty socks. And Mickey Mouse socks for my sisters.
Not to say that I didn't spend much money. I bought plenty of stuff, but most of that was picking up stuff my sister sent me to look for, for her upcoming offspring. We also bought the 3-year-old sprog some nifty toys including an assload of He-Man stuff which made his mommy practically explode from joy.
Seriously though? Going through itty bitty onesies and sleepers and stuff is way more fun than it has any right to be. Really.
I am actually getting vaguely excited at the prospect of the baby actually arriving and getting to shove it into teeny tiny onesies with darling blue and green frogs on them. September 1st is too far away I think.
Err, I've mentioned that I'm taking a year off before I go to grad school and I'm spending this time as a baby-sitter for my sister's sprog(s), haven't I? If not, I suppose this information makes this make more sense.
Anyhow, on to the more important children, the imaginary ones. We took several of them to the Renfaire in costume again this year. This is most fun because people who work at renfaires are as crazy as Jen & I, so they see us carrying 18" dolls around in a stroller all dressed up in period garb and go, "Oh, what lovely children! They're so well-behaved!" ♥
Now if the Tennessee Renfaire could just stop getting run into the ground by its management, life would be lovely. I have high hopes for the Kentucky renfaire we're going to in a few weeks, though. I think we're going to try to make the kids some new costumes. Also, by then, maybe I'll be able to afford to buy a couple sets of horns.
If I think of it, I'll post a pic of the kids trying on horns. They ended up spending half the day sitting at the horn-seller's booth being models while their grandma watched them (Have I mentioned lately that I love that my mom is as crazy as I am? Because I really do love that. Also the fact that she is currently dating a guy who sells horns at renfaires is fairly nifty, really.) and I got a couple pictures.
Umm, yeah. I guess that's all I've got, real life wise (is it weird that my imaginary kids count as real life?). Work continues to be long and boring and far away, but I'm surprised at how much it doesn't really bother me to work all day everyday when I have to commute an hour each way. Though that doesn't actually stop me from being terribly glad that tomorrow is Sunday. While I am on the topic, I still can't fucking believe the university is having an orientation on Tuesday. Fucking bastards. I know they planned this just to annoy me. Really.
...♥
ETA (despite the fact that I haven't even posted this yet): I forgot how much I like actual, living frogs. I mean, I love anything of, on, or about frogs, but I forget that I actually find the creatures painfully adorable even when they randomly sneak into my house and startle my girlfriend. I just had to catch & shoo outside the darlingest tiny little froggie, less than an inch long. I kept talking to it, basically cooing in much the same way people do with tiny babies. I am a sad, sad person really.
ETA2 (no, I still haven't actually posted yet): I
love orange soda. Seriously, LOVE. Sometimes I forget. Then I opened a sunkist, took a sip, and said, "Fuck I forgot how much I love orange soda," rather loudly, confusing the heck out of Jen & Zoe.
I'm going to go away and try not to scare my girlfriend any more with my randomness.
ETA3 (nope, not yet): This is cheating because it is both RL & bandomish, BUT! My Fall Out Boy shirt came in the mail today! And it is so gorgeous!
It's this one. Jen got
this one and Zoe got
this one.
I want more already. And Panic! shirts. And TAI. And perhaps something that just says Fueled By Ramen or Decaydence. And many things I can't afford from Pete's pretty, pretty clothing line. *lusts for fucking expensive hoodies*
On that note, *posts*.
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