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Jun. 20th, 2009 10:08 pmStar Trek fic-writers! Listen to me! You can not - can not - mix-up "leaping without looking" and "looking without leaping" in reference to Jim Kirk! Leaping without looking is reckless and impulsive, and an apt descriptor for Jim Kirk; looking without leaping is the exact opposite.
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My roomie just got back from a party. She's wasted on six party cups of home-made sangria. It's pretty hilarious...she can touch her nose, but she can't walk along a line on the ground, or make it down the hallway without toppling into a wall. She's fighting with her crackberry at the moment, and I keep laughing at her. She threatened to drag me along to one of these things, and I'm tempted to go just so I can laugh at her some more and inject some decent alcohol into her social circle.
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Going to see Star Trek again at the cinemas tomorrow, and meet up with some![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
ontd_startrek GQMFs...it should be fun! It'll be nice to meet new people, I think...I'm pretty nervous, though. *nibbles nails*
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Listening to James Blunt...the last time I listened to this CD was early 2008. So trippy. I'm out of my mind.
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...my roomie just asked me if this is the point she should drunk!text the guy she's crushing on for a booty call. I am both highly amused and completely horrified. It's the very definition of BahahaOMG D:
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That One Series continues to scar my retinas, my brain, and my very soul. I know I should give up, but it's like a car crash...horrifying, but captivating.
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No seriously, does anyone want my iTunes card? I can't return it because I already scratched the silver stuff off the code. It's just sitting there all pathetic and useless.
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The landlords have a pekingese...it's quite possibly the ugliest mutt in the history of the world (and that includes the hairless Chinese Crested Dog downtown with the dead eyes). It's called Bono. Today they left it tied up outside along with Oreo, the wire-haired fox terrier they either just bought or are looking after for someone...I feel really bad for those dogs. They both hate having their heads touched, which I'm attributing to the Demon ChildrenTM (landlords' kids). And talk about attention starved...when I went out to hang out with them so they wouldn't bark/scratch at my door, both dogs were shaking they were so happy they had someone to interact with. It was sad.
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...I just noticed the Handbook of Cannabis Therapeutics sitting beside my laptop. What the...?
My roomie just got back from a party. She's wasted on six party cups of home-made sangria. It's pretty hilarious...she can touch her nose, but she can't walk along a line on the ground, or make it down the hallway without toppling into a wall. She's fighting with her crackberry at the moment, and I keep laughing at her. She threatened to drag me along to one of these things, and I'm tempted to go just so I can laugh at her some more and inject some decent alcohol into her social circle.
Going to see Star Trek again at the cinemas tomorrow, and meet up with some
ontd_startrek GQMFs...it should be fun! It'll be nice to meet new people, I think...I'm pretty nervous, though. *nibbles nails*Listening to James Blunt...the last time I listened to this CD was early 2008. So trippy. I'm out of my mind.
...my roomie just asked me if this is the point she should drunk!text the guy she's crushing on for a booty call. I am both highly amused and completely horrified. It's the very definition of BahahaOMG D:
That One Series continues to scar my retinas, my brain, and my very soul. I know I should give up, but it's like a car crash...horrifying, but captivating.
No seriously, does anyone want my iTunes card? I can't return it because I already scratched the silver stuff off the code. It's just sitting there all pathetic and useless.
The landlords have a pekingese...it's quite possibly the ugliest mutt in the history of the world (and that includes the hairless Chinese Crested Dog downtown with the dead eyes). It's called Bono. Today they left it tied up outside along with Oreo, the wire-haired fox terrier they either just bought or are looking after for someone...I feel really bad for those dogs. They both hate having their heads touched, which I'm attributing to the Demon ChildrenTM (landlords' kids). And talk about attention starved...when I went out to hang out with them so they wouldn't bark/scratch at my door, both dogs were shaking they were so happy they had someone to interact with. It was sad.
...I just noticed the Handbook of Cannabis Therapeutics sitting beside my laptop. What the...?
