Being snowed in seems like as good an oppurtunity as any to get off of Facebook and back on the writing track. To start somewhere small and find that groove, because I'm afraid I've really rather lost the touch but then again maybe not. It's like the proverbial bike, right?
Only partially feeling it and not exactly...inspired. But I'll do it anyway. Should I pick up the threads of one original thing or the other right away, or should I fall back into the comforting non-pressure of fandom-y wonders? Decisions, decisions.
...because I could happily (shamefully?)jump on the Vampire Diaries train if I let myself. Augh.
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Dean Winchester vs. Eric Northman
Prettiest. Fight. EVER.
....I mean, no one would win and they'd end the night with a pat on the back and a wink, because I say so....but think of how PRETTY it would be.
Also, if I had the ability to shape-shift, I'd like to be able to change into a wise old Asian man.
Have not been posting. Too busy obsessing over True Blood. A love me my vampire shows.
Except for, you know, most of the vampire shows on tv now. But I make an exception for shows that include tall blond Viking vampires. Ah, Eric. Mrawr.
What else...oh. Went to Vegas for the first time and promptly fell in love with the place. 100 degree weather? Yes, please, may I have another? A city with no real concept of time seems ideal for me.
Have been enjoying all the sun and heat waves. Nevermind that I was born and raised in Boston. I have very little tolerance for the cold and I'm milking the summer for all it's worth until I can move somewhere where it is always hot and bright.
Walking through Whole Foods yesterday when a hipster strolled on past. There are lots of hipsters around, but this one was special. This one was carrying a gold elephant statue through the grocery store with care and a nonchalent attitude. No idea why or where he got it from. It was possibly one of the best things ever.
Aaaand...while ninja-ing my way into an apartment building the other day [something I seem to do with alarming frequency], a nice service man offered to just let me in.
Service Man: Aw, I'll let you in. You just can't tell anyone.
Me: I won't! Thank you!
Service Man: I mean, you look nice. You're not a murderer or anything, right?
Me: Not yet!
Luckily he laughed instead of calling security. The sad thing is, it didn't even occur to me to just say 'No, of course not'. That would be silly.
Today I observed things on the side of the road. In particular, I took note of objects while stopped at red lights. Today that list includes:
- an empty Coke cup
- an empty and crushed french fry container
- a pile of cigarettes [literally a pile. I can only assume that either someone smoked an entire pack while waiting for the light to turn green, or everyone just hopped on the bandwagon in this particular hot spot]
- What appeared to be part of a broken television set [there was nothing on, apperantly]
- a cucumber with a condom carefully rolled on [always practice safe vegetation?]
I don't even know.
You should. Because they were awesome and from the 90s. Which makes it doubley awesome. I had one of those 'Holy cow, I used to love this song!' moment the other day and have since been looping it.
Srsly. 70s may have had some of the best rock, but the 90s were amazing. There were few bad 90s songs. Just great, good, and hilarious. Like Nirvana. And all those Savage Garden songs. And the Cardigans's 'Lovefool'! AND CREEP OMG!
And 'The Thong Song'.
....Okay, so I spent two days working with kids who were born between 2005 and 2007. It made me feel old and nostalgiac. I miss my gelly sandals and wrist-slap bracelets. And side-poytails. Sigh.
[Sidenote: This icon is perhaps one of the most appropriate icons for me ever. Bahaha.]