Crap.. I’ve just come to realize that my blog is merely a collection of cat pictures and meme’s. I have no life

1. How long ago did you join LJ?
If I remember correctly, my first LJ was created June 14 2001

2. How did you find out about LJ?
Probably through Stasha?

3. If someone introduced you to LJ, is s/he still on your friends list?
She sure is!

4. Have you introduced anyone to LJ?
I have no idea. I don’t think so.

5. Is your LJ public or friends only, and why?
Friends only. Because I’m elitist like that. No really, I already have this place for public babble.

In case anyone doesn’t know, my livejournal is factitiously.

the Page 123 meme, for the truely bored or uninspired.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don’t search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you.

“Whoever conjured the Mark could have Disapparated right after they’d done it, leaving Harry’s wand behind.”

Laura tagged me for this silly meme.
Here’s how you play: Once you’ve been tagged you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random, facts, habits or goals about yourself , at the end choose 10 people to be tagged, list their names and why you tagged them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment saying ‘(You’re It!) and to go read your blog. You can not tag the person that tagged you so since you can’t tag me back. Let me know when you are done so that I can go read YOUR blog answers.

Well, I don’t even think I know 10 people who haven’t done this yet or who are willing to do it, so scratch that part. But now lets see if I can come up with 10 things about me..

1. I wish there were 7 more hours to a day: five I would spend on sleep and the remaining two to keep up with myself. My nails need to get done, my eyebrows need to be plucked. My legs need to get shaved. I need to unpack my bag.

2. I just left my home of 24 years to move in with my boyfriend. Strangely, I don’t miss my old home yet.

3. Said boyfriend and I want to get a cat.. in the future. This future thing is an alien concept to me, when I want something, I want it now.

4. I wish it was summer. I don’t like wearing a gazillion layers of clothes and still getting cold.

5. I can’t stand obnoxious children. I don’t understand how some people think these little smartasses are cute. They’re just going to end up obnoxious grownups.

6. I could seriously use some deodorant right now. (Ew!)

7. I think I want another three extra hours in the day for crafting. It feels like I don’t have time for it anymore. I think some yarn shopping this Saturday will help me get back into it.

8. I don’t think I ever felt so peaceful in my life before. I can’t remember the last time I cried. I can’t remember the last time I told myself how useless life is.

9. Llama’s.

10. I’ve been craving some good oldfashioned Italian icecream with whipped cream for days now. There’s this one icecream parlor in town where I used to go to every week or so as a kid and they had like 50 flavors.. but I usually didn’t have enough money to get 4 scoops or so. Now I want to go back and get at least 8 scoops plus a double whipped cream topping. I really wonder if it still tastes as good.

1. Do you ever wonder if the way you see things visually aren’t how other people see them?
Yes, sometimes. I wonder about colors most of the time, how do I know if the yellow I see isn’t blue to others? Best is not to think about it at all, because it drives me crazy!

2. What kind of sounds are the most annoying?
Most of the construction sounds, like drilling. Alarms. Kids screaming/crying.

3. When walking through a store, do you shop with your hands by touching/feeling the texture of things?
Not really, only if there is something that looks like it feels out of the ordinary. Overall, I’d like to keep my hands to myself. Who knows who else has touched these things.

4. If you could only smell three scents for the rest of your life, what would they be?
Vanilla.. the way is smells after it rains.. the ocean/beach.

5. What sorts of things do you savor when eating them?
I usually just stuff everything in. I have no selfcontrol.

I’ve officially informed both parties of my moving out - moving in plans. And they’re both anxiously awaiting this weekend to see if it will finally happen. It will, trust me! I’m just a little nervous about the whole ordeal. We’re going to have to base this on a lot of trust. I will no longer be able to lock myself up in my own room whenever I feel like I want to get away. I won’t have a room to hide my secrets in any longer. But then I don’t have as many secrets for him anyway. I shouldn’t worry so much.
I think my mother got a little teary-eyed when I told her I was serious about going. Not because she was sad to see me go, or at least I think she wasn’t, but because she was happy that her dream for me is finally about to come true. (You know, the one dream where Priscilla finds true love.. the one no one thought would ever happen anymore, least of all me.)

What else? Oh yes, Valentine’s Day. This will be the very first time I get to celebrate it. Never before have I even bothered to sent a card and no one else bothered to sent one my way either. I don’t think M. reads my blog, but you never know, so I can’t say what I have in store exactly. I can however say that I’m keeping it small and simple. One of the reasons for that is obviously having no money and secondly, I’m just totally clueless as to what to get him!

I just got home from a lovely weekend over at the boy’s place to find a long letter at my desk, left there by my mother. She tells me that I’m a bad person. That I don’t clean my room as often as she would like, that I don’t take my work seriously enough and that I can’t possibly be a good girlfriend, simply because I don’t clean my room as often as she would like and because I don’t take my work seriously enough. Oh, the logic in that!
The room cleaning thing is debatable, I suppose. My room is not necessarily dirty, but I just don’t see the point in putting everything back in place when I know it will be removed from that place again to be used within the next couple of days. Yes, I’m messy. It’s a way to approach life in a much more relaxed way.
About the work thing.. on Saturday I was told that I’m one of the best on our team. So yeah. She just doesn’t understand my work so she should keep her snotty nose out of my business.
As for not being a good girlfriend, I beg to differ. I might not be as good at being a girlfriend as the boy is at being a boyfriend, but in the grand scheme of things, I think I’m quite above average. I hardly ever whine. I’m not jealous. I don’t care for flowers. If he wants to watch porn, I’m all for it. And the messy thing? He is just as messy as I am and we take much pleasure in being messy together.
In other words, I plan on moving in with him and we will be living in bliss and perfect harmony for ever and ever.