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06 March 2005 @ 10:21 am
The groove is in your moves  
There's a certain something about waking up in the morning and taking a a quizilla quiz, first thing. I mean, I can't lie and say I didn't always suspect that deep beneath my human, collegiate exterior there lay the beating heart of an alcoholic My Little Pony, but it's best to have these things confirmed by quizilla as fast as possible. That way you know how you stand.

In other news: I think I've lost the ability to sleep in. This, my friends, is a tragic and heinous fact that I can not yet really wrap my brain around. It is Sunday, is it not? And yet, here I am -- at ten in the morning, fully dressed and awake for several hours. I've even done dishes.

Dear Sweet Lord in Heaven, who am I becoming?

And of course, the answer is "The productive person you've always wanted to be", but when I wanted to *be* productive I more just wanted to *feel* productive and not really produce anything.

This is the fatal flaw in my logic, as a general rule.

Anyway, let us not concern ourselves with such petty trifles. The day is young, and my hair has decided to be somewhat curly today. Clearly, wondrous things must be afoot.

I've lately been thinking about how nice it is that I'm not an actor. No, hear me out. I did a lot of acting and suchwhat in high school and before then, and there was a long period of time in which I felt as though acting was my higher calling. However, the more I think about it, the less that's really true. At all. Acting is not any calling of mine, high or low. I know this because I went to go see a play last night, and as much as I thoroughly enjoyed it, I also realized that if I had been given some of those lines to say I would really never have been able to do it with a straight face.

Then there's the pretending the audience isn't there thing, which I know I'd be awful at. I think I could predict my on-stage debut as going somewhat like this: Lights go up, curtains draw apart, I walk out on stage and -- squint into the dim and then make a comment on someone's jacket. Or just pull a Willow and run off stage as fast as I possibly can.

So it's nice I chose at some point in the past not to pursue acting. Go team me!

Here's another thing: I don't think my LJ is posting my posts anywhere but to my journal again. And, plus, the whole random assigning of comments that belonged to an earlier post to new posts things seems to be going hand in hand with make the earlier post disappear. This troubles me somewhat. Does anybody have any idea on how to fix it or what might be causing it? I would dearly love to know.

Now I have to go read every book ever in the world. Ahh, homework. I don't love the smell of you in the morning. It's nothing like victory.
 
 
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Adoable Frunk: good of the podlyra_sena on March 6th, 2005 03:30 pm (UTC)
This one showed up on my flist. It appears LJ loves you again. Forget reading and come play online with me. I am cute and shiny!
pure FORESHADOWING: get yr RIFT ON! - slodnifra_idril on March 6th, 2005 06:52 pm (UTC)
That you are, my dear, and yet -- the pile of books I must read is about the size of an Oompa Loompa. Sorry man. Today is a day of hardcore working, like you don't even know. *snugs*
Edmund Crankypants: Freddie Smokesanitac588 on March 6th, 2005 03:33 pm (UTC)
I think I've lost the ability to sleep in.
...
Dear Sweet Lord in Heaven, who am I becoming?

Grown-up.
They haven't found the cure for it yet.
pure FORESHADOWING: Bobcatitude!nifra_idril on March 6th, 2005 06:53 pm (UTC)
Don't say such things! I'm Peter Pan! But a girl! Without the flying and the crocodiles and the fairy dust and everything that makes Peter Pan Peter Pan, okay!

*rocks back and forth a little*
when she smiles it's like a revelationfox1013 on March 6th, 2005 03:54 pm (UTC)
I see you! I see you!

*flails and points*

YOU!


but when I wanted to *be* productive I more just wanted to *feel* productive and not really produce anything.

Thank you for describing my life.

Hee.
pure FORESHADOWING: ew bitch - crazyperfumenifra_idril on March 6th, 2005 06:54 pm (UTC)
*grins* I felt you might relate. *snugs you*
.: ray the superpimp (tarar)hackthis on March 6th, 2005 04:14 pm (UTC)
,i.In other news: I think I've lost the ability to sleep in. This, my friends, is a tragic and heinous fact that I can not yet really wrap my brain around. It is Sunday, is it not? And yet, here I am -- at ten in the morning, fully dressed and awake for several hours. I've even done dishes. </i>

It is o'dark thirty where I am, and I am still reeling from last night/this morning. I very much would like to go back to sleep -- it does not seem to be happening. This distresses me greatly -- almost as much as the Sapporo coming out my pores.
pure FORESHADOWING: every ioan!! - slodnifra_idril on March 6th, 2005 06:54 pm (UTC)
Sapporo coming out of the pores is like a facial, but cheaper. Your skin will thank you. Your head, maybe not as much.
the opposite of batmanpearl_o on March 6th, 2005 04:24 pm (UTC)
I seeeeeeeee you!
pure FORESHADOWING: giles mack daddynifra_idril on March 6th, 2005 06:55 pm (UTC)
Hurray! *dances up and down like a crazy smoking marmoset*
the opposite of batmanpearl_o on March 8th, 2005 12:07 am (UTC)
Like one?
Celli: Angel facepalmcelli on March 6th, 2005 05:06 pm (UTC)
I also woke up disguistingly early this morning. WUWT?
pure FORESHADOWING: swedish chefnifra_idril on March 6th, 2005 06:55 pm (UTC)
Fo'serious! What the hell is up with all the early-birdness of today? It's SUNDAY. Does today not get that? Do *we* secretly not get that? These are things worth pondering. Yes.
Celli: studycelli on March 6th, 2005 07:18 pm (UTC)
It's so sad.

And we're doing homework today, too. What is *wrong* with us?
too many shiny glitterlifeinwords on March 7th, 2005 04:01 am (UTC)
I see you, I see you!
pure FORESHADOWING: Deathnifra_idril on March 7th, 2005 04:50 pm (UTC)
*claps* Hurray!