Tired, as usual…
Oy, mama.
So, like I said in the post before last, Sean and I fell asleep yesterday afternoon and slept until 10pm. We got up after that, had a bite to eat and watched TV, then ended up going to bed at about 3:30am. But we didn’t go to sleep then. We ended up having a tickle-fight/romance-fest and didn’t get to sleep until… I don’t even know, probably close to 5am.
It was wonderful, and I love Sean very, very much… but I am completely exhausted right about now. *falls asleep*
Speaking of Sean, he’s going to pick me up at noon, after my Italian group conference, to take me home and make lunch–Japanese curry and vegetables–for me before I have to go to class at 3:30pm. He’s so sweet. :)
Uh oh. I feel some sappiness coming on…
Lately I just keep getting these overwhelming feelings of happiness when we’re around each other. For example, last night I was sitting on the futon, he was in the chair and we were both messing around on the internet/watching TV. One of the kitties meowed, so I started meowing and pawing around like a kitty, and he smiled at me… and it felt really, really good.
Whenever I’m worried about school and whether or not I’ll be able to go to study in China, he makes me feel better. He tells me it’s all okay and that no matter what he’ll help me get there — even if I have to transfer from Sarah Lawrence to another school, even Beijing University itself, to be there.
To me, that all means so much, his smiles and his offers to help. I mean, other guys I’ve been with have offered those too, but they’ve never felt like they’ve meant as much as they do coming from Sean.
Anyway, I’m babbling and being gushy. Yucky. :P
I haven’t checked up on my Dailies in a few days… I should probably do that. *opens a tab for each of my lovelies* I miss getting comments… what happened? There for a while I was getting around four an entry… The past few entries I’ve had an average of ZERO. RAWR. I’ve stopped my hiatus from Xposure and Despair, so that should help… but I will be reporting commenters who leave really sucky comments, so… follow the damn rules from both sites, buttheads!
If you want to know what is a good comment and what is not, I recommend you check out Elyse’s ongoing series on Comment Dissection. She and I are pretty much on the same page as far as what we like and what we don’t like, so basically, what she says goes.
I’ve gotten a bit of inspiration from Elyse’s comment series, methinks. I want some kind of series dissecting something. I want to point out people’s stupidity. Hmm… I have a couple of ideas so far. I could do a series on:
- Blog entries. But this one might make people angry, because my definition of a good blog entry is probably different from most everyone else’s. It’s a very subjective thing.
- Spelling. This one would definitely make people angry. I think I’m the only person in the world besides several second-grade teachers who is completely anal-retentive about spelling.
- Graphics/Webdesign. I don’t want to seem too haughty, but I do know of a lot of bad designers out there. Like some of those girls who do blends all the time and claim to be good designers because of it. It’s like “ooh! I can mush together fifty pictures in a 200px by 200px box! Wee I’m a designer!”
- Accessibility. Hm… this one is probably a possibility, but it’s not very entertaining. :(
I must ponder this.
Twenty minutes til conference, there are! Only an hour and twenty minutes til Sean comes to pick me up, that means! Talking like Yoda, I am! Growling, my stomach is! More, I want to write! Help you, I can! Mmmm!!
Oy, I know what I can write about. I found my sister on MySpace. Ack! That means I can delve into her life both on MySpace and LiveJournal now. I might as well buy her a damn domain if this keeps up. I wonder if she’d go for that. It’d be really weird, though, because it’d be hosted on my reseller, which is hosted on our brother’s server. Straaange, yes? Anyway… her profile checks out, I suppose, but I don’t like how many skeezy-looking guys comment on her photos. She’s my sister! She’s sixteen! Two years ago she was in middle school! Ten years ago she had no front TEEF! Twelve years ago she still called them TEEF!! :P
I hate getting older, because it drags everyone else’s age along with it. If I got older and everyone in my family stayed the same age, that would be a different story, and I wouldn’t mind so much. But nooo, it can’t be that way. Everyone just had to grow older as I got older, and now look what it’s done! My sister is a teenager! Who let this happen?! I demand some answers!
Oy! Time to go!
