Boringest journal entry EVER.
Jun. 13th, 2008 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lykomancerJust for the record, my boring-ass life-- pardon me, Kevin Smith!-- goes down something more or less like this.
Alarm goes off, playing Matchboz 20's "Unwell". Contemplate getting up. Shut off alarm; reset it for an hour later, since Jinya's giving me a ride and I don't have to catch the bus today. Also, open the door and let my stupid cat in my room. Try to go back to not-sleep day-dreamy land so that I can plunge back into my ongoing mental story that rips off a lot of characters and plotlines of other things I've read. Unfortunately for me, it's windy and since I broke whatever stasis the door was in, it is now banging back and forth, despite my efforts to make it stop. Cat starts clawing at my bed because he now wants out.
There's no peace, sayeth the Lord, for the wicked.
So I get out of bed. Can't shower because Jinya's showering. Weird, really. She usually does that at night. Come downstairs, check the interwebbings, poke around for something like breakfast, end up eating half a pound of cherries. (Almost frozen cherries-- our fridge is too cold.)
Tea or coffee? Decide on coffee. Realize that Wendy has not cleaned old coffee out from pot despite doing all the other dishes. Clean coffee pot and fill it with water and grounds. Press "on" and wander off to read one of my library books. (Too Scared to Cry, about the manifestation of trauma in children.)
Somewhile later, realize there's no smell or sound of coffee perking. Get up and stare at unworking coffeemaker. Press the on/off switch a few times for good measure. Stare. Come to the conclusion that the machine is not plugged in. Feel retarded. (And then plug it in.)
Jinya comes downstairs and wakes Wendy to go to Target. They got coupons for 30$ off expensive cat litter boxes and they want to pick them up. (Wendy's coupon habit DOES pay off. I've also been drinking free bottles of Life Water for a long while; she ebayed a massive package of freebie coupons months ago.)
Wendy disappears into her bathroom. I figure I am never getting to shower. Check the weather, check my bank account, read my book, drink my coffee.
Wendy emerges from bathroom. I comment on my need to shower. She gives me a funny look. "I wasn't showering," she tells me, then grins. "I was poopin'. And if that's too much information for you, well, you asked!"
Yeah, I totally did.
Go upstairs. Shower. Whilst in shower, ponder Orochimaru/Jiraiya fanfic. (Goddamn it, this is why I need soap crayons! So I can WRITE in the shower! And maybe illustrate! LOL...I can't think that Jinya'd appreciate that...) That leads me, logically, into thinking about what I will name my (eventual) pet snake, since Jinya's bringing me my aquarium from her mom's place tonight. Get out of the shower and start adding mass quantities of anti-frizz gel, leave-in conditioner, and shine spitz to my hair.
Settle on Fluffy. I should totally name my snake Fluffy.
(We'll leave this one up in the air for a while; I want the name to suit the personality of the critter.)
Sort through the bag of clothing Jinya's getting rid of to see if I want any of it. I do. I want like, all of it, even though there's no room in my closet. Will work on that later.
Write this and drink more coffee. Field a phone call from Kris, who's wondering what rats she should breed next. Field another from Jinya; Target's cat boxes are more than the coupon, which means they'd have to pay for them (a whopping 2$); could I check Wal*mart's website and see if they were cheaper there?
Wal*Mart's search engine can suck my balls. Jesus.
Realize that I really need to get dressed soonish.
Wasn't this interesting?
Did it answer all your questions about my life? My wild, crazy life? Rock on.
Leave me fan-mail; I love it.
Alarm goes off, playing Matchboz 20's "Unwell". Contemplate getting up. Shut off alarm; reset it for an hour later, since Jinya's giving me a ride and I don't have to catch the bus today. Also, open the door and let my stupid cat in my room. Try to go back to not-sleep day-dreamy land so that I can plunge back into my ongoing mental story that rips off a lot of characters and plotlines of other things I've read. Unfortunately for me, it's windy and since I broke whatever stasis the door was in, it is now banging back and forth, despite my efforts to make it stop. Cat starts clawing at my bed because he now wants out.
There's no peace, sayeth the Lord, for the wicked.
So I get out of bed. Can't shower because Jinya's showering. Weird, really. She usually does that at night. Come downstairs, check the interwebbings, poke around for something like breakfast, end up eating half a pound of cherries. (Almost frozen cherries-- our fridge is too cold.)
Tea or coffee? Decide on coffee. Realize that Wendy has not cleaned old coffee out from pot despite doing all the other dishes. Clean coffee pot and fill it with water and grounds. Press "on" and wander off to read one of my library books. (Too Scared to Cry, about the manifestation of trauma in children.)
Somewhile later, realize there's no smell or sound of coffee perking. Get up and stare at unworking coffeemaker. Press the on/off switch a few times for good measure. Stare. Come to the conclusion that the machine is not plugged in. Feel retarded. (And then plug it in.)
Jinya comes downstairs and wakes Wendy to go to Target. They got coupons for 30$ off expensive cat litter boxes and they want to pick them up. (Wendy's coupon habit DOES pay off. I've also been drinking free bottles of Life Water for a long while; she ebayed a massive package of freebie coupons months ago.)
Wendy disappears into her bathroom. I figure I am never getting to shower. Check the weather, check my bank account, read my book, drink my coffee.
Wendy emerges from bathroom. I comment on my need to shower. She gives me a funny look. "I wasn't showering," she tells me, then grins. "I was poopin'. And if that's too much information for you, well, you asked!"
Yeah, I totally did.
Go upstairs. Shower. Whilst in shower, ponder Orochimaru/Jiraiya fanfic. (Goddamn it, this is why I need soap crayons! So I can WRITE in the shower! And maybe illustrate! LOL...I can't think that Jinya'd appreciate that...) That leads me, logically, into thinking about what I will name my (eventual) pet snake, since Jinya's bringing me my aquarium from her mom's place tonight. Get out of the shower and start adding mass quantities of anti-frizz gel, leave-in conditioner, and shine spitz to my hair.
Settle on Fluffy. I should totally name my snake Fluffy.
(We'll leave this one up in the air for a while; I want the name to suit the personality of the critter.)
Sort through the bag of clothing Jinya's getting rid of to see if I want any of it. I do. I want like, all of it, even though there's no room in my closet. Will work on that later.
Write this and drink more coffee. Field a phone call from Kris, who's wondering what rats she should breed next. Field another from Jinya; Target's cat boxes are more than the coupon, which means they'd have to pay for them (a whopping 2$); could I check Wal*mart's website and see if they were cheaper there?
Wal*Mart's search engine can suck my balls. Jesus.
Realize that I really need to get dressed soonish.
Wasn't this interesting?
Did it answer all your questions about my life? My wild, crazy life? Rock on.
Leave me fan-mail; I love it.
