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Strange vibes and lifetime passes.

January 07, 2008

So I had this really detailed, drawn-out dream that I wrote a Pushing Daisies fanfic and People magazine selected it to win a contest of some sort, and they flew me and the other winners (who consisted mainly of my co-workers, strangely enough) out to participate in some kind of...well, I don't know, because it ended before I found out. I'm sure it was fascinating, though. It's important to note that I haven't written any Pushing Daisies fanfic. I started one, but it was going to be quite dirty and I never had it in me to finish. So, yeah.

Anyway.

It's also important to note that the only song I want to listen to right now and over and over again is "The Kill" by 30 Seconds to Mars. I'm lame because I like to pretend it's Jordan Catalano singing these songs to Angela (MSCL FTW!), but I actually really dig the band. Next think you know, I'll be getting emo bangs and talking on message boards about how to properly kill myself. Or something.

So the highlight of my weekend was that my dad and I and others went to our regular Sunday night eating establishment and once again saw Mike Modano. He plays hockey, y'all. And is married to a chick who was on Dancing with the Stars at some point. My dad actually plays golf with him and I've met him quite a few times now, but he's really cute and drives a pretty car and is really the only celebrity-ish person I can lay claim to. Well, my sort of cousin once dated Robin Tunney and I met her when I was 12 years old, but she never asked Christian Slater to come to my birthday party like I asked her to, so I'm still a little bitter about that.

My cousin's baby mama brought their baby, Dylan. He's adorable. Like, totally. But he didn't make my uterus hurt this time because he's 2 years old and, as babies are, quite a handful. I felt so much sympathy for his mom, she looked like she never got any sleep and this boy is running her ragged. And my cousin...not much of a daddy type. Plus they aren't romantically involved, don't live together, have the strangest relationship ever, and they just make me feel all strange inside. And with the addition of my 86 year old fake aunt and my very crabby, just broke up with his girlfriend again dad...there was a very weird vibe the whole night. It was all very strange.

Plus, my cousin got me bath crap for Christmas, which I gently told him last year that I am not a very big fan of. But he gets a free pass for life because he bought me Use Your Illusion 1 (GN'R, y'all) when I was 12 years old, thus starting me on a brand new path of obsessiveness.

Other highlights of my weekend:
- Cleaned my apartment! It looks so pretty.
- Worked out! So proud of myself. I've worked out 3 times this week now. Haven't gotten the eating thing right yet, but yay working out.
- Cleaned out my car, sort of, mostly.
- Had some award winning sexual intercourse. For serious, y'all.
- I get addicted to LJ communities like every month. This month it's Stupid_Free. So much snark! Love me the snark.

Good times.

I really need to write chapter 3 of my AU fic but the mood hasn't struck me yet. I think I may have a touch of the writer's block, although if I made myself sit down and write, it would probably come to me. Yargh.

There's a new CSI this week, and I really hope the ending includes Grissom getting fed up with everything and hopping on a plane to San Francisco to see his woman. If that doesn't happen, I will be all kinds of sad. Don't disappoint me, David Rambo!

I am falling off the CSI love train, though. I have a feeling that after not having any episodes for who knows how long, I will finally be back to normal CSI appreciation and not obsessive crazy lady CSI appreciation. I'm sure I'll find something else to obsess over, though, 'cause I'm like that.

That is all. Must work now. Love me some Ghost Whisperer.

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