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Jun. 21st, 2003
Well, I just had that rumor about who dies in OotP confirmed. If anybody's looking for me, I'll be curled in a tight little ball in the corner, whimpering and squeezing my teddy bear until he starts screaming and struggling for air.
Whether or not he gets loose depends on whether or not he's willing to take out a hit on JKR. Grrrrrrr.
I was going to let him go anyway, but then I remembered JKR has written all seven books already, and now all bets are off. If you think the pen is mightier than the sword, you've never confronted a hippie bear with a machete. And filling someone full of lead does not result in your mechanical pencil running out. So thhhhppt.
Whether or not he gets loose depends on whether or not he's willing to take out a hit on JKR. Grrrrrrr.
I was going to let him go anyway, but then I remembered JKR has written all seven books already, and now all bets are off. If you think the pen is mightier than the sword, you've never confronted a hippie bear with a machete. And filling someone full of lead does not result in your mechanical pencil running out. So thhhhppt.
Submission's in the mail!
Jun. 21st, 2003 09:50 am*user does happy dance ... well, okay, user's so exhausted she does happy disco finger from her sprawl on the floor, but hell, at least she moved*
Just got my screenwriting fellowship submission into the mail, and I am emotionally wiped. Let me tell you how difficult it is to type while spread-eagle on the floor with your face planted in the carpet.
Oh, God, now I know I'm tired. I sound like bad femslash.
*happy sigh* I shouldn't feel this good, though, since I've got until October to wait until they announce their winners. (Quick, everyone cross their fingers and toes for me!) But I can't help it ... I feel as if someone's lifted a great weight off my shoulders. (And beaten me repeatedly about the head with it, but why quibble?)
*knock on the door*
Hmm. Wonder who that is. Come in! *user's social life enters the room* Social Life? Social Life, is that you? Oh, God, it's so good to see you again! If my arms could move, they'd be wrapped so tightly around your neck you'd be a lovely shade of Dead Harry Potter Character --
Wait, what do you mean, you have to go? So what if my copy of OotP is shipping today? Hey, come back ...
*user tries to get up from the floor and flops sideways about five inches to the right of where she was before*
Aw, nuts.
Just got my screenwriting fellowship submission into the mail, and I am emotionally wiped. Let me tell you how difficult it is to type while spread-eagle on the floor with your face planted in the carpet.
Oh, God, now I know I'm tired. I sound like bad femslash.
*happy sigh* I shouldn't feel this good, though, since I've got until October to wait until they announce their winners. (Quick, everyone cross their fingers and toes for me!) But I can't help it ... I feel as if someone's lifted a great weight off my shoulders. (And beaten me repeatedly about the head with it, but why quibble?)
*knock on the door*
Hmm. Wonder who that is. Come in! *user's social life enters the room* Social Life? Social Life, is that you? Oh, God, it's so good to see you again! If my arms could move, they'd be wrapped so tightly around your neck you'd be a lovely shade of Dead Harry Potter Character --
Wait, what do you mean, you have to go? So what if my copy of OotP is shipping today? Hey, come back ...
*user tries to get up from the floor and flops sideways about five inches to the right of where she was before*
Aw, nuts.
Woohoo! My OotP just shipped!
Jun. 21st, 2003 04:56 pmNot bad for someone too lazy to bother ordering it until the last minute. *user does geeker dance of joy*
I do wish I'd gotten it yesterday, though, because I am so bored out of my mind that it's entirely possible that I'm sitting on the other side of the room and I just don't know it.
Hmm. I wonder what it would take to get my sorry ass on metaquotes right now.
Did you know that if you put pants on a chimp, he does an excellent impression of a President? You do? How?!
Oh. Right. I forgot.
Hey, did you know that urine is sterile and you can drink it? You do. Umm ... I don't want to know how you know that.
Did you know that Hugh Jackman has twenty-seven toes? Well, he doesn't. Ha!
See? I must be bored. I'm making up flaws for a guy who's the unofficial shutoff mechanism for my knees.
Hmm.
Man, I need a hobby. Or Orlando Bloom. (Who, when you think of it, probably already is my hobby.)
I do wish I'd gotten it yesterday, though, because I am so bored out of my mind that it's entirely possible that I'm sitting on the other side of the room and I just don't know it.
Hmm. I wonder what it would take to get my sorry ass on metaquotes right now.
Did you know that if you put pants on a chimp, he does an excellent impression of a President? You do? How?!
Oh. Right. I forgot.
Hey, did you know that urine is sterile and you can drink it? You do. Umm ... I don't want to know how you know that.
Did you know that Hugh Jackman has twenty-seven toes? Well, he doesn't. Ha!
See? I must be bored. I'm making up flaws for a guy who's the unofficial shutoff mechanism for my knees.
Hmm.
Man, I need a hobby. Or Orlando Bloom. (Who, when you think of it, probably already is my hobby.)
