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Thursday, 12 November 2009

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    Die Hard
    By Bruce Willis, Alan Rickman, Bonnie Bedelia, Reginald VelJohnson, Paul Gleason
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    I haven't updated in a while, and I am slowly accepting that these temporary lulls in continuity can and will happen, that over half of my letter will not make it to their recipients, and that whatever notebook I am choosing to use as my journal (at that time) will reduce in size by at least a quarter due to tear-outs.

    I accept this... I accept this... I accept this...
    One button... One button... One button...

    So, here we go:

    Since my last upgrade, we have adopted three kittens, we the same collective number of household plants, and Luci's still here too.
    I have conquered Japan multiple times in Empires, but have not yet been able to unlock Ranmaru :(

    More importantly, I still have not been able to find a job, but I am not letting it get the best of me. This city is still my slice of fried gold. Reasons:

    I am not living in one bedroom apartment anymore. - I have a bedroom of my own!
    I have a flushing toilet.
    No more frigid cold, because no matter how chilly it's gotten here, it's no where near a New Jersey winter.
    It's be-a-u-ti-ful. - It's hopeful.  - It's all of those other ideals I imposed upon it.

    So, I have another apartment viewing at 9 am. I have an interview tomorrow at 4pm at Hollister Co. Time to get out there and try again.




Saturday, 26 September 2009

  • Mood: Dry and warm _:_

    I think I am going to use a new font for a while. Impact is beginning to hurt my eyes. It would always look so awesome when I would type up entries, but for some reason, whenever I would posted them, it looked like crap. I hate when that happens. Besides, I don't think the masses, and masses, and masses of my readers liked it very much either.

    I haven't updated in a while. I kept telling myself that it was because I haven't had anything to update about. As I have stated in my second to last entry, that is a total lie. I've had things to update about. Many things, considering the calibre of my previous updates. There was one entry I wrote a while ago, detailing the adoption of three plants, their naming, and plans for their subsequent upbringing. Our household has since gotten 5 more by legitimate means and a currently unaccountable amount from plucking possibly root-able swatches from neighborhood gardens. I could have written all about them. Their adoption dates, their namings (in the order in which they were adopted: puff, snowy, and crayon, sokotarou and keiji, oichi, azuchi, and the still unnamed), and plans for their upbringing. I hope that they feel aren't feeling any less loved for me not having done so. It's just the way things go, I suppose. The first batch of kids I am loving them, doting, on them, taking inappropriately nude pictures of them as they are being watered. They second batch gets naturally less attention, and the third, well we all know what happened to poor Mitsunari.

    Oppositely, I hope Orange Slice, Carrot, and Huckleberry don't just feel extra embarrassed.

    So, in that way, I have tons I can/could have update/d about. I could be here forever updating, and loyaly, of course, my readers would be here forever reading.

    ... But neither of us want that.

    I want to take notes on... a book I'm not ready to disclose the topic of out loud or in text. I also want to finish a story I'm writing.

    Two of my readers want to be at the Diner right now. Obviously. The rest of you, I'm not entirely sure about.

    More later. No, seriously, more later. 



Friday, 25 September 2009

  • Mood: Disappointed, but not surprised =|

    So, this is me not updating. This is my updating lull. This is it readers, right here, right here! *jumps upon the desk in front of her to do a wild and crazy gesture*

    Just in case you missed it all the other times it has come about..

Monday, 14 September 2009

  • Mood: >.< "I want tea."

    I keep telling myself to update, but then I realize that I have nothing to write about. I don't know why -- it's a lie.  Although not amazingly eventful, it's not as though nothing has occurred in the past few weeks of my life.

    A lizard fell out of my pantshandles*. I googled it quite thoroughly (as thoroughly as one could research something in 5 minutes), and I am somewhat certain that it was a brown anole. I was putting on my jeans (that I had also worn the night before *shrug*), and while careful not to shake any of the grass I had (undoubtedly) dragged in onto the floor, I readjusted the cuffs of the bottom of my jeans, when a (probably) very confused lizard fell onto the floor.

    I felt shocked, followed by immediate and dire concern and finally, fear. I was shocked, not really at seeing the lizard, but more for the question of how long the lizard has been in there. If I had picked it up the night before, it would have spent at least 9 hours in there, but what if I had picked it up earlier? How long had I been hitchhiked upon? The immediate and dire concern came after I gradually realized that I was mostly naked, and the fear came from the passing thought that the lizard might sense my vulnerability and attack me.

    It didn't though. Thank God.

    Instead, it ran under Ari's dresser. I couldn't catch it. I told Ari it was because I wasn't fast enough. Really, who has  the reflexes to impromptu catch a lizard? Really, it was because I wasn't going to persue anything mostly naked, let alone a stow away lizard.

    * Pantshandles (noun): the handmade rolled/folded cuff on the bottom of a pair of pants; a technique utilized by the short to wear the pants of the average or tall.

    (see also) New Hampshire Pantshandle (copyright) (noun): a mixture of any three sodas.

Friday, 28 August 2009

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