Discoveries
May. 23rd, 2004 05:16 pmI have discovered that angel hair pasta with (mild) salsa and parmesan cheese is a culinary delight.
I have discovered that I can stay out all night if I take a four-hour nap before hand (disturbing Xander dreams aside).
I have discovered that there is always somebody heading into Manhattan and, conversely, heading out of Manhattan.
I have discovered that I occasionally do really out of character things like wake up at six in the morning and iron. And do an extra chapter of homework even though I did three chapters yesterday.
I have discovered that it is easiest to blame any out of character behavior on the WB and the stupid "Thank You" after the Angel finale.
I have discovered that it really is impossible to listen to the radio without hearing at least one stupid Maroon 5 song that, in its repetition, has become catchy again, damn it.
I have discovered that if you don't get to the grocery early enough than all the baby spinach will be gone and I will have to settle for boiling bagged spinach. Feh.
I have discovered that the “Paved Paradise” song by the Counting Crows really was a fluke and their new song annoys me as much as any of their music ever has, thank goodness. I was considering self-institutionalization.
I have discovered that my body is very fucked up and after being out all night and finally face planting into bed at 7:15 on a Saturday morning, I will still wake up four hours later and actually be awake. Then proceed to do three hours of homework. Four freaking hours. Dude.
I have discovered that my body will compensate for the lack of Saturday sleep by conking out (on and off, but still) for 12 hours the following night.
I have discovered that if an anaconda and a jaguar faced off the anaconda will almost certainly win. It has, like, 20 feet of what is essentially muscled rope to work with, so the jaguar really has to get in one fast, completely debilitating shot or it is kitty toast. Thank you Discovery Channel Saturday programming.
I have discovered that I actually like some of my fic and it isn't all completely crap. I just reread my S/X/Dawn fic from a few months ago and it actually had flow. Go figure.
I have discovered that James Marsters does indeed have a very nice ass. Thank you dalies for helping me get my voyeuristic perv on.
I have discovered that people who complain that the television show Angel - the actual show, mind - is out of canon, or fucks up canon or some such just piss me off. See
cousinjean's post about the Ducks kerfuffle. Bah.
I have discovered that my glasses are ready to be picked up. Unfortunately, I discovered this when I got home of Friday and so I have to wait 'til tomorrow to pick them up, which is annoying as the eye doctor is literally right across the street (really. Walk a straight line from the exit to my building and you come to the entrance of the eye doctors building) and it would have taken, like, two seconds to grab them and schedule an appointment for eye-dialating. Grr.
I have discovered that an unexpected $48.00 refund check from HIP is a joy to behold.
I'm sure there are other discoveries, but I just can't think of them at the moment. I think I'll make dinner.
I have discovered that I can stay out all night if I take a four-hour nap before hand (disturbing Xander dreams aside).
I have discovered that there is always somebody heading into Manhattan and, conversely, heading out of Manhattan.
I have discovered that I occasionally do really out of character things like wake up at six in the morning and iron. And do an extra chapter of homework even though I did three chapters yesterday.
I have discovered that it is easiest to blame any out of character behavior on the WB and the stupid "Thank You" after the Angel finale.
I have discovered that it really is impossible to listen to the radio without hearing at least one stupid Maroon 5 song that, in its repetition, has become catchy again, damn it.
I have discovered that if you don't get to the grocery early enough than all the baby spinach will be gone and I will have to settle for boiling bagged spinach. Feh.
I have discovered that the “Paved Paradise” song by the Counting Crows really was a fluke and their new song annoys me as much as any of their music ever has, thank goodness. I was considering self-institutionalization.
I have discovered that my body is very fucked up and after being out all night and finally face planting into bed at 7:15 on a Saturday morning, I will still wake up four hours later and actually be awake. Then proceed to do three hours of homework. Four freaking hours. Dude.
I have discovered that my body will compensate for the lack of Saturday sleep by conking out (on and off, but still) for 12 hours the following night.
I have discovered that if an anaconda and a jaguar faced off the anaconda will almost certainly win. It has, like, 20 feet of what is essentially muscled rope to work with, so the jaguar really has to get in one fast, completely debilitating shot or it is kitty toast. Thank you Discovery Channel Saturday programming.
I have discovered that I actually like some of my fic and it isn't all completely crap. I just reread my S/X/Dawn fic from a few months ago and it actually had flow. Go figure.
I have discovered that James Marsters does indeed have a very nice ass. Thank you dalies for helping me get my voyeuristic perv on.
I have discovered that people who complain that the television show Angel - the actual show, mind - is out of canon, or fucks up canon or some such just piss me off. See
I have discovered that my glasses are ready to be picked up. Unfortunately, I discovered this when I got home of Friday and so I have to wait 'til tomorrow to pick them up, which is annoying as the eye doctor is literally right across the street (really. Walk a straight line from the exit to my building and you come to the entrance of the eye doctors building) and it would have taken, like, two seconds to grab them and schedule an appointment for eye-dialating. Grr.
I have discovered that an unexpected $48.00 refund check from HIP is a joy to behold.
I'm sure there are other discoveries, but I just can't think of them at the moment. I think I'll make dinner.
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Date: 2004-05-23 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-23 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-23 02:44 pm (UTC)*giggles* You know that "Big Yellow Taxi" was written by Joni Mitchell in the late sixties, right? It was also covered by Amy Grant almost ten years ago.
The Ducks' thang just makes me giggle.
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Date: 2004-05-23 02:46 pm (UTC)Ducks are dumb, dumb, dumb. Look at me! Blatantly stereotyping! But why would they have a name that makes people (and, of course, by people I mean me) think of Spike and his many nicknames. Silly Ducks.
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Date: 2004-05-23 02:53 pm (UTC)The discussion goes round and round and round and round. Spike's AR was SO NOT OKAY, but Angelus killing Jenny wasn't a deal-breaker because he didn't have a soul. Buh?
Things would have been so much simpler if Spike had changed his name in S7. But that probably would have just confused them. And they'd have to come up with more stupid-ass nicknames.