Random things

Random things that happened, in the order the happened or will happen:

• I preordered OoTP at my local bookseller, a store which is managed by my brother-in-law.
  
• The retired woman behind me also preordered OoTP, and then proceeded to tell me all about random issues in the history of OoTP, like the fact that someone stole copies and dumped them in a field, and tried to get all 'I know more about Harry Potter than you do' on my ass.
  
• I avoided asking her if she read any fanfiction, and then of course asking what her ship was, and then asking if she read any slash fanfiction.
  
• had gigglefit on the way home considering how she would react if she knew about all the good lovin' HP characters get in fanfiction.
  
• My mother called. She said she found some white pants for me downtown. I said, "eh, white? I dunno if I really need white pants."
  
• Mom said: "I already got them."
  
• "Of course I need white pants! It's summer!"
  
• Library school application: finished, printed, proof-read. I needed my brother-in-law to come down and show me how I fucked up his printer (again), and he gave me a doctor pepper and a wunderbar and accused me of disrespecting his beer the other night by bringing my own to watch tv with my sister. Hehehee.
  
• My sister points out that there is a bar in this strip mall down the street that my brother-in-law wants to go to, cause the idea of going to a bar in a strip mall is really funny. I offer to go with him. *rubs hands in anticipation of a nice dark pint o' Guinness. In a strip mall.* Yeah, baby, yeah.
  
• I was hungry last night at 11pm, so I made some baked eggplant.
  
• I finished off said eggplant before I remembered that eggplant before bed gives me nightmares.
  
• Went to bed.
  
• Had nightmare that my sister got raped in my parents' backyard.
  
• Called my sister first thing this morning.
  
• Called mom about white pants. I need to go over and try them on and ooh at how perfect they are.
  
• Also need to next-day-mail my application, which is a bit non-sensical on a Saturday as there is no Saturday or Sunday mail in Canada. But I will do it nonetheless and it will warm my heart that said application will be sitting on a FIS and SGS desk by Monday.
  
• I have only two BC pills left. So close to the end, so close...
  
• I've managed to piss off only HALF the people I know. w000t!
  
• 3 HOUR FINALE OF SURVIVOR ON SUNDAY.
  
• Will now go ship off application and buy my mother some flowers. Something to match my new white pants.

Note to Self

Hey, Ivy. Remember to change your lj password so that bonibaru can't keep getting into your account and screwing around with stuff.

*notes the sudden shift in mood icons*

*considers that someone is trying to revive the fading Rosenlove*

It's not that I don't think Michael Rosenbaum is cool anymore. Oh no no. I think he's very cool. I still think he's a right-on dude. He's funny and Jewish and left handed and all that. I appreciate these things. I appreciate that he's a mac user. I appreciate the hockey and the fact that he has used the word 'toque' in a sentence. Let it not be said that I have failed to notice that he took the time out to explain to Americans what a toque is.

But...

Is it the influence of a very bad Smallville episode? Maybe. Did my gay come back? Perhaps! It's still too early to say, but possibly.

I think being on the pill squelched my nesting urges. They have receded to the corners of my brain, taking the bulk of my Rosenlove with it. I can appreciate the man, but...yeah, I think the crush might be dead.

The moment I say this someone is going to pop up with another MR fact that will shatter my illusion of cure. Don't think I don't know that.

conspiracies

Do you ever think that maybe your life is a set up? Like, maybe you're Truman in the Truman Show? Someone somewhere is organizing your life for you, your successes and failures? And sometimes they send little messages to you via oddly unconnected things in your life?

Maybe it's just me.

No seriously, I'm not paranoid and I'm not delusional. I just need to get this off my chest. I have one single issue, and it's a number. There is one number in my life that keeps coming up at the oddest times. I can't even remember all the times it's come up. It was the number I got when I went to stand in line at the tax office. It was the last three digits in an important phone number I had to remember. It was the course code for the history class that totally changed the direction of my life. The one taught by someone I had my first screaming crush on. It was my first girlfriend's house number. And for the last seven days it's been the total number of emails yahoo says are in my yahoo mailbox. No matter how many new emails I get, it still says there are this many.

254.

I think this number is trying to tell me something.

Probably that I'm fixating and I remember the stupidest things. But it speaks to me.