Welcome...

I see people have been adding me as a friend. Hi, guys! Welcome to my insanity. There's sometimes a lot of it; I am not a low-volume journal. Sometimes I add you back, sometimes I don't -- usually based on whether I know you already from friends' journals, what your writing is like, what I'm feeling like that day.

Morning.

Woke up, hit the button on my alarm clock that is the "shut off entirely", not the snooze. Woke up two minutes later anyway. Eventually, came to school, and had breakfast with Darkside, who tells me that if my mouth does not think that the quasi-food breakfast shake thing is not food, then perhaps I should find something else. My stomach thinks it's food, though.

He erased character sheets onto my science book. I giggled and flicked them back. Ron dissected one of those free sample kits for men, mostly because he was bored, and commented loudly at the things therein. "Why do they give you a free sample of toilet water when you can get it mostly free at home?" was one comment. The ones about the hair remover advertisement were funnier.

Silly Lunatic

This morning found me giggly. Darkside was brushing eraser crumbs on my textbook while working on character sheets. I'm letting myself slowly be seduced into the idea of gaming. Neighbor's only seen me so happy and hyper once before, when I was bouncing off walls when Darkside gave me the Paranoia book and talked about starting up a game.

Precautions

If your best friend is wearing a sleeveless shirt, and you and she are wrestling over something, and you punch her in the armpit, you're going to wind up wearing some of her deodorant.

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Indoor sports

Love is an indoor and outdoor sport. Quiddich is not an indoor sport.

Votania and Nephew are standing with their brooms on the floor, commanding, "Up!"

We now have a new house rule: No Bludgers loose in the house!

NIC

Adam came over for the NIC. This time he got it, and various scraps of paperwork scraped up in the general cleaning of the house. If I had to take a guess at where his camera got to, I'd say that it would have been in one of the various cardboard boxes that he had with general stuff in it, that he probably took with him... who the hell knows. I'll call him or IM him if I dig it out, but my room's been so cleaned that I think it would have showed up before this.

I love myself.

I successfully swapped out Adam's huge hub for a cute little networking switch from Fry's Electronics. Plug, play. Much fun. No fuss, no muss, no hassle. I love my life.

Now, we can put that thing anywhere it fits in order to wire the house with pert efficiency. I am delightable.

Mr. Shamash, meet Mr. Laundry Basket.

...Now where are Mr. Wood, Mr. Town, and Mr. Stone?

...Shamash was in the destructive variety of the cat-scampers. He was smashing face-first into the glass, and tearing around the house, just waiting to knock something over and break it. I cornered Mr. Kitten in the closet, scooped him up after detaching his claws from the rug, and made a laundry basket vacant.

Mr. Former Tomcat is sitting under the laundry basket right now until he can calm down. The normal pinball cat stuff is fine. This is just too out of control.