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apocalypsosI wonder if it's a bad thing that I've got an indoor voice, an outdoor voice, an indoor sarcastic voice, and an outdoor sarcastic voice. The outdoor sarcastic voice involves more prancing and flailing, for the record.
In other news, Cute Guy with Girlfriend and Baby is still cute. He also spent a good deal of time last night mocking my hairstyle. Granted, we were all mocking my hairstyle, because my hair does this poofy flip thing at the bottom when I curl it and last night I tied it back with a headband I had to make out of string from work because I had no rubber band, so I ended up looking like I should be standing next to a nicely decorated cake on the cover of a home economics textbook from the 1960s. But then he told me I look better with my hair down and I am absolutely not the squealy thirteen-year-old who thought, "OMG, never pulling my hair back again!!1!1" *shifty eyes* (And then I had to explain again to someone else at work that the definition of a crush is that I like him but can't have him. I know that. I'm not trying anything. I'm just getting giddy at every little scrap of attention I get out of him, that's all.)
Fic has eaten my brain. Maybe watching the Daily Show will make it regrow, if I can manage to drag myself away from the file for a half an hour. Watching "Nightmare" before probably didn't help, and I'll bet seeing the promo for the new episodes didn't, either. Tell me that first shot in the promo was John holding a gun. Talk about your fucking gun porn. Because that right there? Would KILL me. You know it would, y'all.
In sadder news, the mother of my best friend from high school has a brain tumor, and the diagnosis isn't looking good at all. I haven't spoken to her in ten years, so when my mother told me, I did what I normally do when told bad news and flailed around with nothing to say like an idiot. I haven't talked to her since graduation, but it is a small town and our parents work together. And I saw her pretty much every day for six straight years, so ... yeah. (And if I'm remembering correctly, if her mom does pass away, this is the second person in my graduating class who will have lost a parent to a brain tumor. Considering there were only about sixty people in my graduating class, those are some crappy odds.)
In other news, Cute Guy with Girlfriend and Baby is still cute. He also spent a good deal of time last night mocking my hairstyle. Granted, we were all mocking my hairstyle, because my hair does this poofy flip thing at the bottom when I curl it and last night I tied it back with a headband I had to make out of string from work because I had no rubber band, so I ended up looking like I should be standing next to a nicely decorated cake on the cover of a home economics textbook from the 1960s. But then he told me I look better with my hair down and I am absolutely not the squealy thirteen-year-old who thought, "OMG, never pulling my hair back again!!1!1" *shifty eyes* (And then I had to explain again to someone else at work that the definition of a crush is that I like him but can't have him. I know that. I'm not trying anything. I'm just getting giddy at every little scrap of attention I get out of him, that's all.)
Fic has eaten my brain. Maybe watching the Daily Show will make it regrow, if I can manage to drag myself away from the file for a half an hour. Watching "Nightmare" before probably didn't help, and I'll bet seeing the promo for the new episodes didn't, either. Tell me that first shot in the promo was John holding a gun. Talk about your fucking gun porn. Because that right there? Would KILL me. You know it would, y'all.
In sadder news, the mother of my best friend from high school has a brain tumor, and the diagnosis isn't looking good at all. I haven't spoken to her in ten years, so when my mother told me, I did what I normally do when told bad news and flailed around with nothing to say like an idiot. I haven't talked to her since graduation, but it is a small town and our parents work together. And I saw her pretty much every day for six straight years, so ... yeah. (And if I'm remembering correctly, if her mom does pass away, this is the second person in my graduating class who will have lost a parent to a brain tumor. Considering there were only about sixty people in my graduating class, those are some crappy odds.)
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Date: 2006-03-17 03:55 am (UTC)!!!
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Date: 2006-03-17 03:59 am (UTC)HEE. That's all I need in life, really. Just John holding a gun. :)
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Date: 2006-03-17 04:06 am (UTC)*twirls around the room thinking dirty thoughts about a heavily armed John Winchester*
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