Things I Loathe:
- Sneezing uncontrollably.
- Crying.
- People using your mug without permission, then not washing it properly!!!
- Taking the boy to the airport. Sigh.
- Sour cream. And mayonnaise.
Things I Love:
- Rachmaninoff concerti. Mmph.
- The boy.
- Near constant rain--it made for the perfect lazy day yesterday.
- Yesterday.
- Cheese dip!
- Getting to grow my nails out for the first time since I was 15. I'll cut them soon, but may I just say I have fabulous nails? They're strong, grow quickly, and not brittle. Wish I could give them to someone who could use 'em.
Okay, since all my neighbors seem to be doing this cool "Things on Tuesday" ...thing, I think I'm gonna try it myself. (Pardon my being a day late on this... I'd planned to do it yesterday and just forgot. Whoops.)
Things I Loathe:
- Fashion magazines with a bajillion pages before the table of contents.
- Being too tired to fully enjoy the all-too-rare boyfriend time.
- That the boyfriend leaves in a week! =(
- Journals and magazines with the volume and number on the cover!
- Having any boyfriend time at all!
- That Brian and I shelled out some extra money to extend his trip. (An extra week = worth $150.)
So, just finished Breaking Dawn. (Two weeks after it came out!!! I know, I know, what's wrong with me?! I've been busy, damn it!!) I shall probably write extensively about it soon, but for now... I have two weeks of neighborhood to catch up on.
Is anyone else suddenly and for no discernible reason getting an influx of private messaging spam on Vox? I've gotten two in the last day, and it's really pissing me off.
I've got me some Breaking Dawn!!! (Side note: at 12:07 I walked into Books-a-Million, was the last person to receive a book, and they seemed to be shutting things down after me. What the hell! They are too efficient for their own good.) I'll not be visiting my friend The Internet until I finish it, which, thanks to my practicing schedule, will probably not be till Sunday evening. (I fear teh spoilerz.)
I'm an excited lady!
A short music post!
What I'm listening to right now:
I always enjoy telling myself that I'm starting a new "segment" on my blog, so let's go ahead and say this can be a new segment--knowing I will probably never make another post like this again.
Final Fantasy VIII--FFVIII, for us cool kids--came out shortly after I'd gotten my Playstation and fallen in love with Final Fantasy VII. FF7 I loved, but 8... 8 was something else for me. It remains probably my favorite game of all time (perhaps even trumping the classic NES, Sega, and SNES games I love so much!), and although my gaming days are mostly over, I still can't think of FF8 without getting all squishy inside. (For you other gamers, I know, I know--FF7 is apparently infinitely better, but I can't help it. Nothing ever moved me the way 8 did.) My most memorable moment of the game is the scene I'm about to post. Now YouTube has made it convenient for me to watch whenever I want; back in the Day, however, I reserved a precious memory card spot for this video alone so I could watch it whenever I wanted. (And I'll never forget the nice/nerdily cute guy who worked at Electronics Boutique who confessed he had done the same thing.) Aside from the fact that this was just gorgeous animation (especially at the time; I think it still is), I love love loved the music, and the music of Nobuo Uematsu continues to remain that nagging inspiration in me: "Don't score films; score games!" Mmmph.
Lieutenant Darryl Mangrum of my home town's police department died this past Sunday after a long bout with cancer--a battle his doctor's estimated would end after six months. In the true brave style befitting a police officer, he continued fighting for several years. Officer Mangrum was extensively involved with the youth of Prattville, always around the schools and anywhere else kids and teens gathered, keeping things safe and just generally being a great guy. He was also a friend of my mom's and my family's, and I think everyone's going to miss him dearly. What a genuinely wonderful man.
Rest in peace, Officer Mangrum!
...for how good The Dark Knight was. If you haven't seen it, do. I'll probably watch that crap a million times over.
Afterward I felt the loss of Heath Ledger all over again. It's truly heartbreaking.
Did I bust out some Weezer lyrics? Why yes, I did.
I'm going to (attempt to) completely copy Steve Betz and place a poll all up in this blog. Let's see:
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I ask this because frankly, my answer is almost every night--for better or worse. In general, I think it's pretty awesome to dream so frequently (and I generally remember them, often in detail). Unfortunately, I've lately had what can only be described as boring and tedious dreams. You read a lot, and apparently you start to dream about... reading. At least, I think that's what the EXCESSIVELY LENGTHY dream I just woke up from was about (also, Steve Betz, I believe you were in it somehow). From what I can remember/understand, I and other people were just... reading, and stories were sort of acting themselves out... which should've been exciting, but instead dragged on forever. I could literally feel my brain saying, "Dammit, please wake up and save me from this tedium." When I finally did, it rewarded me with an upgrade: the headache I'd gone to bed with was erupting into a migraine! Excellent.
Side note: I'm going to invent a padded bottle with an easy-open top for migraine pills. When my head's about to implode, the last thing I really want is to struggle with a bottle while it rattles away at a level ten times louder than it normally should be.
So, do you dream? Do you like your dreams, are you bored by them, are they usually frightening? I want answers, people.
