Hmm

So I sit here with a bag of the new Shrek 2 M&Ms, which are about half again the size of regular M&Ms and in these weird, dull swampy colors. Actually they could market these as Army M&Ms considering these are camouflage colors. Anyway, I just shook a handful out of the bag of these kinda pale green ones and actually had to sit and get over the revulsion factor, as they looked exactly like slightly small lima beans.

Well, if you want kids to stop eating candy, disguising it as vegetables might do the trick.

23rd post, 5th line

From April 20, last year. I wound up including the entire thought instead of just the fifth line, it was that funny.

"...so many people do not understand how I can take the subway in the middle of the night with no fear whatsoever and yet am vastly afraid of forests. And who can blame me? The chainsaw wielding freaks never smite their victims charging down Fifth Avenue. Dark forests? All the time, and sometimes they stray into sleepy, supposedly safe suburbia. So there."

The funny thing is I'm not scared of forests anymore...

Down to the wire

had my last two CS classes today. They were excruciating (one presentation I was kindabutnotreally prepared for, the other... well, cider helps even the worst of things, I think, but the class itself wasn't bad.)

I've got until next friday to get caught up, everything turned in, collapsed, nervousbreakdowned, done. And then on Monday I find out if I get to order that white dress from the Pyramid collection and say to everyone okay, ha ha, just kidding, I AM grajimatating on Sunday, though if you'd asked me this morning I would have told you not to save the date for me. Now... I can do this. Really.

I kinda want to charge into the sunshine armed with Nomad and Bellenoire and just ride and ride until my hips and/or my batteries give out. It's beautiful out there. Alas, I had maybe two hours of sleep this morning, so I think I may opt for passing out. I've been trying to find things to keep me occupied between 4 and 6, which I've playfully taken to calling the witching hours, and I find that sleeping does the trick nicely. Not to mention it's just the right time of year where I can curl up under my blankets with a couple of fat happy cats curled up on the bed with me, sleeping directly in a warm sunbeam...

Still, considering the pretty appalling crap I've been stuffing myself with over the past two weeks as stress relief, I should definitely get back in the long distance biking saddle. Really, I'm amazed I haven't gone into diabetic shock yet. Sugar bad. Sugar BAD! I mean, most of the time I don't even like how it tastes, I just eat it out of habit and because it's friggin everywhere, and there is something about academic stress that makes my stomach scream "FEED ME BUTTERSCOTCH PUDDING, BITCH." But considering how sick that one bag of M&Ms made me last night, I think I'm ready to seriously give up the poison for real. I mean, ferfuckssake, I've stopped putting it in my coffee even, and it doesn't taste half bad. Heh. Wouldn't you know it, maybe soon I will be able to say I take it black as midnight on a moonless night if anyone asks.

That reminds me. Need to watch Twin Peaks again, methinks, it's been years. After the buffyathon, queerbots and the Xfiley goodness are over, though. Anyone up for joining me? Of course there will be pie and donuts... Maybe after that, Bab5? So much good TV on DVD, so little time. Who needs cable? Now if only they'd release Samurai Jack and Modern Marvels on DVD, I'd be all set. Oh, and HBO's Real Sex and Taxicab Confessions...

Sigh. Warm sultry weather. Definitely the season for listening to Morcheeba's Big Calm and Other Broody TripHop that Either Makes You Want To Cry or Fuck on repeat. Hmm, mix time. ;)

So stimulating, being your hat

So I've had a middling to shitty day/couple of weeks/semester/2004 so far. and I still owed sundart a hat for her birthday. So I called her up at work just as she was leaving and I said "Let's go to Just Because. I wanna go hat shopping."

So much for sleep.

Today was GORGEOUS, high seventies, gentle cool breeze... and my walk down was slow and the music put a bounce in my step and a sway in my generous hips. My shadow danced. We went to Just Because and spent maybe half an hour hanging out with the hats, trying shit on and being silly. sundart found her gray fedora type thing, and it looked very good on her, she looks like she needs to be doing some investigative reporting on the 1940's mob. As for me... I tried on this gaucho-type hat, and it looked so damned cute after I'd curled up the brim a bit that it went home with me.

I'm sure there's a gratuitous icon post to follow, but not right now, too damn tired, and I think if I'm gonna get pics taken in this hat I positively require either yarn or ringlets. Plus I should talk to primitive_boy about making a better band for it using the same colors as my cuff and collar set. (How would that be for a Haven outfit? *chuckle*> But oh my god, weeeee! Yet another distinctive hat for my small but growing collection - it includes the Mad Hatter top hat, and my well broken-in Greek ship captain's hat that has managed to look adorable on every single head I've dropped it on since Dad got it for me way back in 7th grade. And now this sexy leather beast. *purr*

I think my next hat's going to be a bowler. sundart was quite horrified when I dropped one on my head, bugged out my eyes and started babbling about feeling like some of the old ultraviolence. She did, however, laugh when I put on my poker face and did my best impression of the Minister of Silly Walks up one side of the store... Something to think about. Bowlers are fairly cheap too...

The tattooed guy at the counter rang us up, and sent us off on our merry way. "Wear these hats in good health, or I'll send Vito up to take 'em back," he cautioned us sternly. We promised we would, and kept giving each other "Oooh, Hashmeer, you look so good in that hat, come here and give me lots of kiss" looks all the way home.

Rar.

random thoughts before bedtime

Okay. Who wants to take me driving on Sunday? anyone? anyone? bueller? This is me, climbing the walls in my own frustration at my own inability to go anywhere right now, and right now there's a moon riding high and an  open highway with my name on it... nyerrrrgh, this is frustrating. I don't even know where I'd go necessarily, I just want to drive with an unlimited amount of good driving tunes. Maybe to the other end of Vermont? I've never been quite that far north yet.

I'm so tired. that nap I took earlier so didn't help. May go back to bed in another few minutes or so. I'm also achy in just about every muscle in my body, which I completely do not understand. The only major bit of exertion I've had in the past couple of days was a three mile-ish walk with sundart last night and the walk downtown and back today, but that's nothing, it shouldn't do me in this bad. This is end-of-norwottuck-and-back caliber achy.

Ah well. back to sleep with me then, but not before pouring a fuckload of water, ibuprofen, and loratadine into my system. *sigh* fucking spring can go hang itself. friggin' allergies.