but oh that magic feeling
Aug. 10th, 2004 11:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iceinyourmusicI'm a total ass. There is that.
So the train of my regular-working-hours summer job chugged along until arriving at the station where bad metaphors go to die and then I. stopped. sort of. altogether. But my four-day vacation is over, and yes.
Endless exercise in exhibitionism called the lj. With all my verbosity over the wonder that is me (and me and me) over here, it doesn't go over very well to claim that when I'm with people IRL, I don't like to and more or less won't talk about myself (as in, personally) much, but that's kind of how it is, and then. I'm stuck (& nowhere to go) with this pampered-baby need to talk and talk through this unfinished business and actual sinking feeling in my tummy (with just the minimum of euphemisms) and get a pat on the back and some crunchy advice, please. Sometimes.
And, yeah, I'm just no fun at all right now, and blotchily sun-burnt. (If the ability to tan evenly plays any part in natural selection, my genes are so screwed.)
The thing that sustains me is the news about young Mr. Chasez contemplating a book of poems, some day. Can you honestly say you haven't been idly browsing through Ebay in hopes of finding a crazed-fangirl-stolen notebook ever since he said he wrote poetry? - so just me, then? But, really, I'd never ever have to stop laughing again, I'm sure of it.
Now hit me on the head with a 2-by-4, thx.
Oh, and I saw the Harry Potter movie, finally, so there is also that. That Thewlis guy is kinda cool, right?
So the train of my regular-working-hours summer job chugged along until arriving at the station where bad metaphors go to die and then I. stopped. sort of. altogether. But my four-day vacation is over, and yes.
Endless exercise in exhibitionism called the lj. With all my verbosity over the wonder that is me (and me and me) over here, it doesn't go over very well to claim that when I'm with people IRL, I don't like to and more or less won't talk about myself (as in, personally) much, but that's kind of how it is, and then. I'm stuck (& nowhere to go) with this pampered-baby need to talk and talk through this unfinished business and actual sinking feeling in my tummy (with just the minimum of euphemisms) and get a pat on the back and some crunchy advice, please. Sometimes.
And, yeah, I'm just no fun at all right now, and blotchily sun-burnt. (If the ability to tan evenly plays any part in natural selection, my genes are so screwed.)
The thing that sustains me is the news about young Mr. Chasez contemplating a book of poems, some day. Can you honestly say you haven't been idly browsing through Ebay in hopes of finding a crazed-fangirl-stolen notebook ever since he said he wrote poetry? - so just me, then? But, really, I'd never ever have to stop laughing again, I'm sure of it.
Now hit me on the head with a 2-by-4, thx.
Oh, and I saw the Harry Potter movie, finally, so there is also that. That Thewlis guy is kinda cool, right?
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Date: 2004-08-11 05:18 am (UTC)God, yes. Have you seen Mike Leigh's Naked? David Thewlis has this amazing credibility. There's just something about him.
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Date: 2004-08-11 01:22 pm (UTC)I haven't, and it bums me out that I haven't. I'll have to see if it's rentable somewhere...
Hey, email me your address, would you maybe? So I can steer clear of the marzipan? I know there's a chance I already have the addy, but, you know how these things go.