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Apr. 21st, 2007 04:18 pmIt only took two episodes to reignite every single ounce of love I ever had for John and Rodney. THEY ARE MAH SQUISHIES. Also mad love for Ronan, whom I'm not usually crazy about. He was so cute!
And Sam... okay, I've got this thing. We were at the Shedd Aquarium and there was a baby beluga whale. It was dark grey, and it would play "blow bubbles and then pop them with your nose!" and Red and I looked at each other and went "Baaaaaaaaby whale!" We acted horribly, embarassingly female over this baby whale, it was the cutest little animal ever. So every time Sam came on or was mentioned I would say "Baaaaaaaby whale!" and go all fuzzy inside. The entire episode, I was either squeeing over John & Rodney being cute or baaaaaby whale!
Went to an art fair this morning. I'm not the kind of person who goes to an art fair and spends a ton of money on cute embroidered and stitched and all clothes, but rather the kind of person who goes and spends money on one really nice piece of jewelry. This time, it's a gold-and-ruby ring, gorgeous gold filigree and swirls and a purple-red teardrop-shaped ruby that's very clear but has two large flaws. It's... basically, I've been stressing until I think my head's going to fall off about school and AP tests, so this is to remind me to stop and breathe every now and then. I don't usually wear yellow gold, but it's so lovely I couldn't not. Also got a pair of earrings with vintage red glass that looks a little like coral; they're very Art Deco, very The Great Gatsby. Shiny. I don't shop for therapy, but I love jewelry.
The weather is gorgeous. Sun, warm, light breeze, light clouds. Unimaginably perfect. I feel so lucky, somehow.
My grandmother was telling me to meditate before bed to calm down, listen to soothing music and think happy thoughts, and I realized I already kind of do. Granted, my "soothing music" includes songs from old My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy albums, and my happy thoughts are often about fanfiction, and therefore often deeply inappropriate, but they do make me happy. *snickers* It's like porn meditation to go with the porn religion. If I believed in it, I would seriously wonder if I was going to hell.
Next, you will have some pictures of my gorgeous sunny day in Millenium Park, either today or tomorrow.
And Sam... okay, I've got this thing. We were at the Shedd Aquarium and there was a baby beluga whale. It was dark grey, and it would play "blow bubbles and then pop them with your nose!" and Red and I looked at each other and went "Baaaaaaaaby whale!" We acted horribly, embarassingly female over this baby whale, it was the cutest little animal ever. So every time Sam came on or was mentioned I would say "Baaaaaaaby whale!" and go all fuzzy inside. The entire episode, I was either squeeing over John & Rodney being cute or baaaaaby whale!
Went to an art fair this morning. I'm not the kind of person who goes to an art fair and spends a ton of money on cute embroidered and stitched and all clothes, but rather the kind of person who goes and spends money on one really nice piece of jewelry. This time, it's a gold-and-ruby ring, gorgeous gold filigree and swirls and a purple-red teardrop-shaped ruby that's very clear but has two large flaws. It's... basically, I've been stressing until I think my head's going to fall off about school and AP tests, so this is to remind me to stop and breathe every now and then. I don't usually wear yellow gold, but it's so lovely I couldn't not. Also got a pair of earrings with vintage red glass that looks a little like coral; they're very Art Deco, very The Great Gatsby. Shiny. I don't shop for therapy, but I love jewelry.
The weather is gorgeous. Sun, warm, light breeze, light clouds. Unimaginably perfect. I feel so lucky, somehow.
My grandmother was telling me to meditate before bed to calm down, listen to soothing music and think happy thoughts, and I realized I already kind of do. Granted, my "soothing music" includes songs from old My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy albums, and my happy thoughts are often about fanfiction, and therefore often deeply inappropriate, but they do make me happy. *snickers* It's like porn meditation to go with the porn religion. If I believed in it, I would seriously wonder if I was going to hell.
Next, you will have some pictures of my gorgeous sunny day in Millenium Park, either today or tomorrow.
