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I woke up this morning to snow on the ground (!!), but now it's warm enough that I can wander out on the porch to get the mail with bare feet and only one sweater; how does that work?
(Also, apparently getting in the papasan chair is an invitation for the cat to sit on me. Today, I discovered that his body, excluding head and tail, is about as long as my trunk, from collar to pelvis. And he wasn't even fully stretched out, whut.)
I woke up with snow on the ground and this vague thought about how at least in my experience, everyone seems to have some minor degree of trainwreck syndrome -- we always like to look/read/whatever things that normally repel us, or annoy us, or anything, even if it's only to laugh and shake your head. (Granted, some people may have the moral fiber and superiority to NOT do so. ... I am not one of them, by the way.) Myself, I'm getting sort of better at that, but I think sometimes I'm like a little kid with a scab; if I find something that is almost polar opposite to what I interpret something [I'm only relating this to fandom matters, because when it comes to personal beliefs/mantras/whatnot, I feel what I feel and it's not something I share with many people, period], I can't help but pick at it, just a little. Where does it COME from? Why does it HAPPEN? Why does someone break up two established-canon pairings (marriages, even!) to create a new one, and then complain that others have no basis in canon and "make no sense"?
Why are people so damn weird?
(But not as weird as the cat, who snores so loudly I can hear him over my music. Which is turned up, since my laptop speakers are crrrrrap.)
I woke up this morning to snow on the ground and thought it was the coolest thing ever, because hey, yeah, all you guys on the east coast can laaaaaaugh all you want; I grew up in the middle of Texas, where temperatures below forty degrees are something of a myth, and snow is something that happened only once in fifteen years, and even then it was gone within a half-hour or so.
I woke up and then I had to go to class and had no less than three people remind me it was Valentine's day, and only one of them was a housemate. Considering today is my shortest day (no work and only one class, and I was out of there by 10 when it started at 9:30, because of a test), that is pretty impressive, I think. o_oa And anyway, I sort of think that if couples are inclined to be gooshy and lost-in-each-other and whatnot, the idea of setting aside only one day of three hundred sixty-five and one-fourth to be ESPECIALLY gooshy is kind of stupid. Theoretically, if you have a signifigant other, you shouldn't have to have some commericially- and whatever-ly-sanctioned day to be squishy.
I just sort of think that sappiness and whatever declarations would be better if they were, you know, spontaneous. Someone just feels like declaring their love, no matter that it's the middle of June, away from birthdays or anniversaries or anything! The holiday's been commericalized to levels of the special hell, to the point that I think if I ever started dating, I would punch this person in the mouth if they tried to be sappy at me on Valentine's. Because that's just so ... "it's all been done," indeed. XD;; A set day is all well and good, but I have always, always appreciated spontaneous good deeds so much more.
I need chicken recipies that make good leftovers. D: Poor student = doesn't want to pay cafeteria prices for lunch. It's also criminally beautiful outside right now, and I HAVE TO STUDY FOR TEST FRIDAY ARGH. D:
(Also, apparently getting in the papasan chair is an invitation for the cat to sit on me. Today, I discovered that his body, excluding head and tail, is about as long as my trunk, from collar to pelvis. And he wasn't even fully stretched out, whut.)
I woke up with snow on the ground and this vague thought about how at least in my experience, everyone seems to have some minor degree of trainwreck syndrome -- we always like to look/read/whatever things that normally repel us, or annoy us, or anything, even if it's only to laugh and shake your head. (Granted, some people may have the moral fiber and superiority to NOT do so. ... I am not one of them, by the way.) Myself, I'm getting sort of better at that, but I think sometimes I'm like a little kid with a scab; if I find something that is almost polar opposite to what I interpret something [I'm only relating this to fandom matters, because when it comes to personal beliefs/mantras/whatnot, I feel what I feel and it's not something I share with many people, period], I can't help but pick at it, just a little. Where does it COME from? Why does it HAPPEN? Why does someone break up two established-canon pairings (marriages, even!) to create a new one, and then complain that others have no basis in canon and "make no sense"?
Why are people so damn weird?
(But not as weird as the cat, who snores so loudly I can hear him over my music. Which is turned up, since my laptop speakers are crrrrrap.)
I woke up this morning to snow on the ground and thought it was the coolest thing ever, because hey, yeah, all you guys on the east coast can laaaaaaugh all you want; I grew up in the middle of Texas, where temperatures below forty degrees are something of a myth, and snow is something that happened only once in fifteen years, and even then it was gone within a half-hour or so.
I woke up and then I had to go to class and had no less than three people remind me it was Valentine's day, and only one of them was a housemate. Considering today is my shortest day (no work and only one class, and I was out of there by 10 when it started at 9:30, because of a test), that is pretty impressive, I think. o_oa And anyway, I sort of think that if couples are inclined to be gooshy and lost-in-each-other and whatnot, the idea of setting aside only one day of three hundred sixty-five and one-fourth to be ESPECIALLY gooshy is kind of stupid. Theoretically, if you have a signifigant other, you shouldn't have to have some commericially- and whatever-ly-sanctioned day to be squishy.
I just sort of think that sappiness and whatever declarations would be better if they were, you know, spontaneous. Someone just feels like declaring their love, no matter that it's the middle of June, away from birthdays or anniversaries or anything! The holiday's been commericalized to levels of the special hell, to the point that I think if I ever started dating, I would punch this person in the mouth if they tried to be sappy at me on Valentine's. Because that's just so ... "it's all been done," indeed. XD;; A set day is all well and good, but I have always, always appreciated spontaneous good deeds so much more.
I need chicken recipies that make good leftovers. D: Poor student = doesn't want to pay cafeteria prices for lunch. It's also criminally beautiful outside right now, and I HAVE TO STUDY FOR TEST FRIDAY ARGH. D:
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