You know, my email fails. It has decided that actually giving my my mail is for losers. Seriously. You sent this, what, on the 8th? Yeah, it's the 17th and I just watched it pop into my inbox. Nuts.
Kate was like "I was always more of a Xena girl, myself."
Further proof. Kate=sogay.
And what else would you do with your Spanish skillz but read femslash?
I really don't know. Nothing nearly as fun.
I love anything medieval. It's all so magical, you know?
Oh yes. I really want to go to a Ren faire some time, but I only ever hear about it after it's over. I used to do the colonial thing with my fiddlers group. We'd go down places, they were basically RenFaires but for the mid to late 17th century/18th century, and perform and such. Tis not quite as cool, but you still get to dress up, which is fun.
It's hard to tell where history ends and reality begins.
I know what you mean. That's an interesting way of phrasing that.
Eventually I learned he thought I was someone else. Because I'm stupid and talked to him.
That's rather comical. He thought your number was his ex-girlfriend or something? Fun.
Right now I'm extremely sunburnt
Urgh. I'm all with the red haired/green eyed/uberpaleness, so when I go out in the sun, I'm burnt almost instantly. Sorry your skin's all nasty like. Ha. Sun. It's 0 C outside right now. Windchill is a lot lower. It's fine inside, but in the morning when I have to go out to catch the bus at like 6:50am, it's horrid. Especially because the bus driver decided to leave the doors closed when she pulled down to where we were and let a bunch of cars pass before letting us on. Umm, it's not like we were going to get hit or anything, we were all on the one side away from the cars. And they (meaning the cars) have heating. We (meaning the people standing outside in the snow) do not. And that day happened to be one in which I couldn't find a coat and had to run out the door in a t-shirt with my lab coat on top (hee-I thought it was just a long sleeved white shirt when I grabbed it out of the closet, but then I realized and was all happylike) and it was a freezy bitch.
Email has also decided that allowing me to reply inside of the email is for losers. It's all "do you really want to send information outside of yahoo" and I'm like "yes, you whore", and then the thing goes "popup blocked" and when I click on the little popup blocked bar and tell it to temporarily allow popups, the page refreshes and then yahoo can't find the email I was working on. Grr. *kicks the internet*
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Kate was like "I was always more of a Xena girl, myself."
Further proof. Kate=sogay.
And what else would you do with your Spanish skillz but read femslash?
I really don't know. Nothing nearly as fun.
I love anything medieval. It's all so magical, you know?
Oh yes. I really want to go to a Ren faire some time, but I only ever hear about it after it's over. I used to do the colonial thing with my fiddlers group. We'd go down places, they were basically RenFaires but for the mid to late 17th century/18th century, and perform and such. Tis not quite as cool, but you still get to dress up, which is fun.
It's hard to tell where history ends and reality begins.
I know what you mean. That's an interesting way of phrasing that.
Eventually I learned he thought I was someone else. Because I'm stupid and talked to him.
That's rather comical. He thought your number was his ex-girlfriend or something? Fun.
Right now I'm extremely sunburnt
Urgh. I'm all with the red haired/green eyed/uberpaleness, so when I go out in the sun, I'm burnt almost instantly. Sorry your skin's all nasty like.
Ha. Sun. It's 0 C outside right now. Windchill is a lot lower. It's fine inside, but in the morning when I have to go out to catch the bus at like 6:50am, it's horrid. Especially because the bus driver decided to leave the doors closed when she pulled down to where we were and let a bunch of cars pass before letting us on. Umm, it's not like we were going to get hit or anything, we were all on the one side away from the cars. And they (meaning the cars) have heating. We (meaning the people standing outside in the snow) do not. And that day happened to be one in which I couldn't find a coat and had to run out the door in a t-shirt with my lab coat on top (hee-I thought it was just a long sleeved white shirt when I grabbed it out of the closet, but then I realized and was all happylike) and it was a freezy bitch.
Email has also decided that allowing me to reply inside of the email is for losers. It's all "do you really want to send information outside of yahoo" and I'm like "yes, you whore", and then the thing goes "popup blocked" and when I click on the little popup blocked bar and tell it to temporarily allow popups, the page refreshes and then yahoo can't find the email I was working on. Grr. *kicks the internet*