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Jun. 16th, 2004 02:06 amI've spent an insane amount of time over the past few days binging on Harry Potter fan fiction. I always know I'm reading too much of it when I start becoming really, honestly upset that I can't do magic myself. One little Accio spell! Accio, glass of water!
Sadly, still no magical abilities, and so I sit here thirsty, writing up this LJ entry. The thirst is especially annoying because I have a big glass of water on the nightstand next to me which I cannot drink because I walked in here and discovered Scout the kitty buried whisker-deep in it. I may be a crazy cat lady in the making, but I draw the line at sharing beverages. At least for now.
Today I was stopped at a light downtown with my windows open and the radio on, my car's default setting because I live in fear of my AC dying and thusly try to use it as little as possible, jammin' to one of my favorite songs -- King of the Road. I was having a grand ole time, trying to figure out exactly how much a four bit room would cost in modern terms, when I realized that the guy crossing the road in front of me was staring at me and laughing. Actually laughing! And then I realized how loudly my radio was blasting -- like, as loud as most teenagers' jacked up pickups blasting...oh God, I am so terminally uncool, I can't even come up with a trendy modern rap act. Easy listening has turned me into my grandmother! I knew it would happen, I just didn't think it would happen so FAST!
Anyway. It was a funny moment. Maybe you had to be there.
I was going to write a long paragraph about my embarrassing HP fic reading tendencies, but it's very late and, also, I'm kind of embarrassed. Perhaps another day!
Sadly, still no magical abilities, and so I sit here thirsty, writing up this LJ entry. The thirst is especially annoying because I have a big glass of water on the nightstand next to me which I cannot drink because I walked in here and discovered Scout the kitty buried whisker-deep in it. I may be a crazy cat lady in the making, but I draw the line at sharing beverages. At least for now.
Today I was stopped at a light downtown with my windows open and the radio on, my car's default setting because I live in fear of my AC dying and thusly try to use it as little as possible, jammin' to one of my favorite songs -- King of the Road. I was having a grand ole time, trying to figure out exactly how much a four bit room would cost in modern terms, when I realized that the guy crossing the road in front of me was staring at me and laughing. Actually laughing! And then I realized how loudly my radio was blasting -- like, as loud as most teenagers' jacked up pickups blasting...oh God, I am so terminally uncool, I can't even come up with a trendy modern rap act. Easy listening has turned me into my grandmother! I knew it would happen, I just didn't think it would happen so FAST!
Anyway. It was a funny moment. Maybe you had to be there.
I was going to write a long paragraph about my embarrassing HP fic reading tendencies, but it's very late and, also, I'm kind of embarrassed. Perhaps another day!
