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Hijacking Mom's LJ
So this evening, I'm going in to lick the tasty soap scum off of the tub after mom and dad get out. Like I usually do. Now I'm normally a cute, well behaved little cat who spends his days looking out the front window.  Anyway, where was I. Oh yeah, so to get over the edge of the tub, I have to go at it at a run. So I run, I jump, I'm soaked. Mom had left the water in the tub. Somthing about keeping the house better humidified, I think she said to Dad. Whatever. I jump out, making a huge thumping sound, the water is sloshing everywhere, but I'm in the living room. Mom and Dad are mystified as to what I may have knocked over in the bathroom, so Mom goes to see. Then she sees a trail and the water still sloshing back and forth like a wave machine and starts laughing! Can you believe she laughed at me? Meanwhile I'm trying desperately to dry myself off. Then she grabs a towel and chases me under a chair with it. I just wanted to show how grown up I am by drying myself off alone. Then Dad grabs me, wraps me up in a towel and tells Mom to take a picture!  I am so not happy, can you tell? Then they have the audacity to continue to use the towel to dry me off. I try to tell them I can do it by my self, but they just would not take no for an answer. Dad was nice enough to hold me by the scruff like my cat mom would have done when I was a baby and they used to do at the shelter. That was nice of him. Once I was dry enough, Mom let me go. I just wanted to let everybody know just how mean my human parents are. I'm off to go lick my toes in some semblance of dignity.  Oberon |
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Lily's Eyes
I closed the bathroom door behind me and sat down on the cold tiles. Cold as I felt at that moment, I couldn’t bring myself to wrap up in anything warmer than my nightgown. The tears streamed down my face. I leaned against the door, effectively keeping it from opening should he wake up. Shivering with cold and fear and loathing I contemplated what had happened earlier. “Lily” he had gasped, trembling in my arms, dripping with sweat. He didn’t even notice that I didn’t answer him, didn’t tell him I love him like I normally do. Didn’t curl up on his chest, warm and cozy as he dozed. He had called me by another woman’s name mid-coitus. And not just any woman. Her. The one he had been in love with since childhood. The one he had unwittingly betrayed to her death. The one who had been his best friend for years and had abandoned him for a man he hated. Her. Lily Evans Potter. The glorious martyr. Not even married for twenty four hours yet and already wedded bliss was shot to hell, ruined by the ghost of another man’s wife. Always he had said I had beautiful eyes. Such a wonderful shade of hazel that could range from blue to green to brown. I looked in the hand mirror. Today they were a shade of grayish green. Damn the green in them. It was eyes of that same shade of green that had broken his heart years ago. Eyes that he still pined for. I couldn’t help but wonder, was it me that he married, or my green eyes? Lily’s eyes. Damn them. But I couldn’t damn her. Not the woman who had given her very life to save her son. Her son. I looked down at my waist. Not noticeable to anyone but myself, it was slowly changing. He knew. I had told him just after the short ceremony. I wondered whether it would be a son or a daughter. So long as it wasn’t cursed to have green eyes. A child of his with those eyes would have no chance of a life of their own. I looked back in the mirror. Still the same green. I picked up my wand and transfigured the color. Now a nice shade of gray, still with those signature red flecks I saw every day, some days brighter than others. I heard a shuffling outside the door, then a knock. “Ana, are you in there?” his gruff voice queried. “Yes. Why, get cold feet?” I snapped, throwing open the door. He stood there blinking in the sudden light. “Did you forget who you are married to? Or do you call all of your wives by other women’s names on your honeymoon?” “I . . . wait. What?” he scowled, looking confused. “You called me by her name. HER NAME, Severus. I am NOT Lily FUCKING Potter!” He blanched. He had finally realized what he had done. Trembling, he sank to the floor and put his head in his hands. “My God Ana. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even realize. Do with me what you will. Kill me. Divorce me. I don’t deserve anyone.” I pointed my wand at him, as if for a killing strike. “Don’t you ever mention that woman in my presence again. I will not pick up any more pieces she left broken. I’ve been doing that for too many years and I’m sick of putting you back together. I won’t do it any more.” I lowered the wand. “I’m your wife now. I don’t want to know about other women who have a place in your heart. Your mother I don’t mind, but I can’t bear to think my husband, My HUSBAND, holding any other woman in his heart like that. Don’t mention it and we’ll be okay.” I sighed and knelt beside him, stretching a hand out to his sharp jawline, brushing the hair out of the way. I leaned my forehead against his. “I love you and I will not share you with a dead woman.” And kissed him the tears salty against his skin. |
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Scrubbing bubbles
So I got one of those scrubbing bubbles automatic shower cleaners. And I now have a 6' tall 5 year old who wants to push the blue button and watch it work. He's gotten sprayed in the face twice in the past ten minutes because he was trying to see how it works. The second time he was standing on the toilet looking over the shower curtain. It is very entertaining to watch the man in your life turn into a little kid just because you bought a machine with one big blue button that sprays stuff. Aaaaah technology.... |
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headdesk
so this morning jason looks into my eyes and says: "they're green" (you know how they change color) and starts singing "Lily's Eyes" |
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got a little bit done . . .
so we've officially registered at Target and Sears. Target for homey stuff, kitchen gadgets (inexpensive ones), camping and gaming stuff. yay. Sears was specifically for tools. YAY!!!! just as long as the male members of my family don't do something chauvenistic and get tools for jason and not me to use. then it's on! them are my tools!!!! i tagged a hammer specifically for grommeting stuff. yay. |
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evil empire
so yeah, i stopped by the newest outpost of the Evil Empire today after class. i thought what the hell, i need 0.7mm lead for my pencil anyway. o.O what was i thinking? that place was huge! people were incredibly rude and i spent half an hour wandering around looking vainly for a sign that said "stationary" or "office supplies" well eventually i found it (squashed in between the photo lab and the crafting shit *shudders*) and got my lead and wandered back towards the front. i have to say the planners of the evil empire sure do know what they're doing marketing wise. i had to walk past EVERY fucking department just to get to the end of the store that i had parked on and the carts? OMG! the carts are seriously industrial meaning that you can put over $800 worth of small cheap items in them and still have room for an entertainment center (i kid you not, i saw a guy with a full cart with a boxed entertainment center just like mine perched on top and three bags of dogfood below the basket part of the cart.) eventually i find an *almost* empty lane for 12 items or less and get up there and pay my $1.43 for the pencil leads and the cashier looked like i was nuts when i handed her two dollars. really, i'm gonna carge pencil leads at walmart? hell no! so she made this big deal about making change meanwhile the guy behind me in line glared at me like i was the love child of Satan and Lord Voldemort. wtf people? oh jeeze and the parking lot. the parking lot was EVIL i swear to you. i sat in my car for ten minutes (listening to the wtf?! part of HBP on the radio) just to piss people off. cause yeah. i was parked squarely within those three yellow lines. not my fault the two giant vans on either side of me were half out in the aisle so it looked like there wasn't a car between them. i just laughed maniacally and then cried cause sad, dumbledore still dies, snape is still a bastard (although i came to the realization that maybe he does actually want to take out the Malfoys because of what Draco was saying about how if he isn't the one to off Dumbledore, LV is going to off his entire family. me thinks we're not going to hear much about the malfoys after the first few chapters of Deathly Hollows. that makes me happy.) but yeah, mr. red camaro who is so desperate for my parking spot a mile away from the entrance, kiss my Slytherin ASS! (and then i shall emit a noxious gas and you shall choke to death. muhahahahahahahahaha!) |
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poshness!
so yeah. checked in to the Palmer House Hilton last night. OMFG!!!!!! i've never stayed in a five star hotel before. i've also never been upgraded to an executive level before. holy crap. so we got here and the foyer is gorgeous. fucking gorgeous. very la belle epoch. megan sits down and i go to check in and they explain what happened. evidently the room they had us booked for decided to stay an extra night so we got upgraded. we have to swipe our room key in the main elevators just to get to our floor (the one right below the penthouse, acutally, we have to pass the entrance to it to get to our fab room. the room has TWO bathrooms, a mini fridge and a dvd player for the TV. we have exclusive elevators that go only to the public floors and ours that you have to swipe into. they also have seats in them. seats, in an elevator! definately gonna have to get a pic of that. we have a concierge just for our floor. complimentary coctails before dinner. it's just so fab! mor later, my time's almost up! |
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romantic movies
okay, so i just finished watching one of the funniest most romantic movies i've ever seen. it may sound corny to some people, but A Fish Called Wanda truly is one of the most romantic movies. and it's actually really funny too. *sigh* i want someone to tell me i'm the most beautiful, sexiest, exquisite creature. *headdesk* that's all i want is someone who looks at me like archie does at wanda. it's pure awe. i want that. *cries* |
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that was the best sex i never had . . .
i swear i'm glowing. okay. lemme recap my evening: get home after a good day. futz online for a little bit. watch An American Haunting. very good. more creepy than scary. but very good. then i put in An Inconvenient Truth. i'll be honest. environmental nut that i am, i didn't pay attention to it. i was futzing on the computer chatting again. after that was over, i called jon. actually got an answer too. we had a nice longish 30 minute chat before his phone started the death beeps and he went to bed. poor guy is working an 11 hour day tomorrow. then i called megan and talked for a bit. put in Clerks II. laughed my ass off. good movie. absolutely brilliant. and the donkey show! *snorts* i would have fallen out of my chair, were it not for the fact that i was reclining on the couch. so then i was like "okay, time for a bath." turned the knob. nothing came out. the pipes had frozen again. suckage! so i decide "hey i've got two pitchers" and drew a rather dismal bath to wash in, meanwhile leaving the steady drip to slowly thaw out the line. it workes. i'm all nice and clean and just ladling more water over myself because i'm lazy and didn't want to get up and ka-chunk the ice melted and it flowed free again. so i filled up the tub the rest of the way and wallowed. know how oh so good a hot bubbly jacuzzi feels after a long day of work? this was better! because i had to work so hard just to get wash water and then i get this tub full of steaming hot water as a reward. oh, it was an orgasmic experience. thus the title of this post, cause yeah, no sexin for me (but plenty for that donkey boy!) |
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writing fever
so yeah, i've spent quite a few hours the past few days adding to Ana's saga. quite a good piece this one is, and it almost stands alone. And if you think i own anyone but Ana, you've spent too much time with your head in a cauldron. enjoy, and comment! :-)
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So yeah, got my first of many packets from the U of Leicester today. talked to Dr. N after class and found out that the british/continental method of higher education is right up my alley. them: "go research this and come back in two months with what you've found out" me: "OKAY!" *runs off and lives in the library/museum* why am i even trying to do the whole college thing here in the states. either i show up for all the classes and do all the "busywork" and totally hose the big projects or i don't go to class, read everything cover to cover and kick major ass on the projects. there is no happy medium. just look at the "Most Haunted" sketch from this week's SNL. (bad joke i know, but really . . . ) le sigh. i miss jon too. maybe i can fanagle some way out of having to work on the 19th so we can have a whole day together. hrm. i might just ask for it off since i can work the wed before thanksgiving. that might work. maybe i can get my head out of my ass while he's in japan and be well on the way to a master's degree (or a second BA) from Leicester by the time he's headed back to the states. nar. i just don't know what to do. that and i was sitting in Archaeology class today thinking "NO!!!!! you're misinforming them! That's NOT the doorway to the Antechamber, that's the doorway from the Antechamber to the Burial Chamber. GAH!!!!!! it's the Nekhbet vulture and the Uraeus cobra on the royal forehead, not a Horus falcon!!!!!" so i'm not sure how i should proceed with my reaction paper to the slide presentation. any advice would be appreciated.
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  What Kind of Belly Dancer are You?
 You are a Goddess Belly Dancer. You may also dabble in yoga and aura-reading. Your dance is an expression of the goddess within. Whether you dance to New Age, Celtic or Arabic music, there's sure to be a veil involved. You may share your dance with others, but it's something you do for yourself. Goddess bless you! Take this quiz!
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Instructions: Bold those books you've read. Italicise started-but-never-finished. Add three of your own. Post to your livejournal. 1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien yeah, i know, i added four, but the last one from the last person was a duplicate . . .
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BC comedy
so i found this great website BirthControl.com and there is a humor page. here are some of my favorites: ( Dear Penis )
( Boobies! )
 guess that's it for today. of course my current icon makes me want to go track someone down (and he knows who he is . . . ;-) ) rahr. why is it that pre pms makes me really horny. argh.
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never would have guessed . . .
finally, someone made a test that is 100% accurate. d'oh! i always knew i was a Frodo anyway. hahahahahahahahaha! |
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TRANSPORTATION
well, whoever took my bike is evidently a good person way down deep. they returned it today. hopefully on purpose (so they won't be walking out of class today wondering "now where did that bike i had go?") since i walked by on my way home and rode it the rest of the way home. i'm so happy. it had obviously been outside not underneath anything last night as the bag was SOAKED!, but everything that was in it is still in there and it works just fine. yay! :-) |
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WAAAAAAAAH!
MY BIKE HAS BEEN STOLEN! needless to say i've had a pretty shitty day. now i have no bike. no quick efficient gasless transportation. just my feet. or mom's car if i have to go really far. :-( to top it off I finally was able to check my email today, after spending 45 minutes driving around with a campus police officer looking for the damned thing, that mom and dad want to have a "bike maintenance day" on saturday getting the whole family's bikes ready for summer. i feel like crap. needing the love. |
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chipper
