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Jul. 15th, 2001 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
viedmaMore shower interludes...
it's hard to think that in a few short hours, i'll be updating from a different time zone.
I've got a kitty fussing at me for not playing the snakey game with her anymore (lousy humans! you will all die!), listening to the radio, and just grooving out. I'm happy here. I don't wanna go and they can't make me! i pout.
At least i'm not a basket case this time around. I get sad when i have to go, but this time i tell myself that it's only a few short weeks more, and i've got *plenty* i need to do to fill that time, i can tell you.
I love listening to Vali type. there'll be a flurry of sound lasting up to 30 seconds or so-- her keyboard makes a satisfying chunk whenever you hit a key-- followed by a few seconds of silence, sometimes the mouse clicks, and then BOOM! another explosion of sound. it's kind of neat.
I chilled out and read while she typed, then we watched Black Adder III-- Hugh Laurie, stop being adorable or i won't be responsible for my actions-- and Max Headroom. Now that the both of us have a wee bit of training in privacy rights, we both get up in arms about the same thing. Hey! you can't do that! We found ourselves agreeing with his enemies an alarming amount of the time, but *gosh* Edison Carter is cute. He's like a proto-Mulder: he's tortured, angsty, always flying into trouble and depending on lovely ladies to bail him out, and apparently he *loves* being beaten up. I was smitten! Invasion of privacy, Schminvasion of privacy. It feels good to be shallow. I must borrow tapes!
It feels weird to be going back, to know that i'll read these words in a different place and know that i just typed them here, and i'm already starting to miss it here and I feel like i'm going back to somewhere unreal at the same time. But like i said, i'm keeping it together ok, just knowing that i'll be out here in October and that i don't have to keep doing these rotten goodbyes all the time.
it's hard to think that in a few short hours, i'll be updating from a different time zone.
I've got a kitty fussing at me for not playing the snakey game with her anymore (lousy humans! you will all die!), listening to the radio, and just grooving out. I'm happy here. I don't wanna go and they can't make me! i pout.
At least i'm not a basket case this time around. I get sad when i have to go, but this time i tell myself that it's only a few short weeks more, and i've got *plenty* i need to do to fill that time, i can tell you.
I love listening to Vali type. there'll be a flurry of sound lasting up to 30 seconds or so-- her keyboard makes a satisfying chunk whenever you hit a key-- followed by a few seconds of silence, sometimes the mouse clicks, and then BOOM! another explosion of sound. it's kind of neat.
I chilled out and read while she typed, then we watched Black Adder III-- Hugh Laurie, stop being adorable or i won't be responsible for my actions-- and Max Headroom. Now that the both of us have a wee bit of training in privacy rights, we both get up in arms about the same thing. Hey! you can't do that! We found ourselves agreeing with his enemies an alarming amount of the time, but *gosh* Edison Carter is cute. He's like a proto-Mulder: he's tortured, angsty, always flying into trouble and depending on lovely ladies to bail him out, and apparently he *loves* being beaten up. I was smitten! Invasion of privacy, Schminvasion of privacy. It feels good to be shallow. I must borrow tapes!
It feels weird to be going back, to know that i'll read these words in a different place and know that i just typed them here, and i'm already starting to miss it here and I feel like i'm going back to somewhere unreal at the same time. But like i said, i'm keeping it together ok, just knowing that i'll be out here in October and that i don't have to keep doing these rotten goodbyes all the time.
