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Oct. 31st, 2006 08:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My mother-flipping printer has chosen tonight of all nights to die, when I have a LEGITIMATE REASON to print things. Job-seeking reasons, volunteering reasons. Not, like, printing out random political things to annoy my family with. OMG. Hate, loathe, detest, despise printer! STUPID PRINTER! Why do you say no cartridge? There IS SO a cartridge, a brand new one! I CAN SEE IT.
Anyway! To distract myself, I poll.
[Poll #857674]
Had something else to say, but must run for the moment! More later, maybe.
Anyway! To distract myself, I poll.
[Poll #857674]
Had something else to say, but must run for the moment! More later, maybe.
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Date: 2006-11-01 02:22 am (UTC)I watched Friday Night Lights last night (verdict below) and now I am reading Mrs. Drew Plays Her Hand. I am a slave to your whims!
Although being slave to your whims is awesome; see FNL, which I give an A-. It lost a third of a grade because it made me CRY, which is not allowed; I do not have human emotions after eight pm. (Or something.) For the record, the crying happened at the bit where the cheatin' so-and-so of a girlfriend and the cheatin' so-and-so of a best friend went to visit the paralyzed QB, and the girlfriend said 'I love you' but THERE WAS A LIE IN HER HEART. HUSSY! MAKIN' EYES AT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S BEST FRIEND ON THE FIELD!
Okay, and again when they threatened the coach with the ineligibility thing, and he went out to face the applause. [agonized face] Because I needed another show to think about when I should be doing homework.
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Date: 2006-11-01 02:50 am (UTC)(2) OMG YOU WATCHED FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS!!! AND YOU LIKED IT! OMG it is so hard for me to turn off caps lock but I will. Okay! FNL totally makes me cry every single episode, and that scene in the hospital room was def. where I teared up in this one. Or, you know. Totally cried.
(3) YOU ARE READING MRS. DREW! OMG, I hope you like it. Fletch/Lord Winn and Roxy! The names are ridiculous, and yet I cannot fight how much I heart the book.
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Date: 2006-11-01 05:42 am (UTC)I haven't lived anywhere that got trick-or-treaters during the course of my young adult life :( Except for one apartment a couple years ago but I wasn't home that Halloween for some reason. Boo.
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Date: 2006-11-01 05:59 am (UTC)The first one I remember clearly was a peacock. My dad built me a tail that opened and closed (it was manual, but, still, awesome!) and my mother covered it in blue/green moire taffeta. I wore a blue leotard and green tights and my mom made me feathery sleeves out of the same taffeta and a blue pipe cleaner crown. Another year, my dad made me fairy wings that flapped (out of wood. They were heavy, but gorgeous). They fashioned a Wonder Woman costume for me when I was six, painting her bustier and bracelets on a beige sweatshirt so I wouldn't freeze to death. When I was a vampire, my mom had some gorgeous upholstery-grade velvet left over from re-doing a chair that she dyed black. My dad used some kind of amazing, stiff plastic stuff to make a collar that stood up as tall as my head. That cape had heft and PRESENCE! Prefiguring the Harry Potter craze by about 20 years, I was a wizard one year, and my Tolkein-loving parents went to town with all manner of glittery sigils and arcane symbols.
Did I mention that they would often fashion these things the night before Halloween, occasionally staying up all night, no doubt smoking great quantities of pot and creating these masterpieces? Being a child of hippies was interesting.
Sadly, we were not a camera family, so I have no pictures of these treasures. But I have fabulous memories. :)