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So it turns out my parents aren't going away, which lets me off the hook for dog-sitting. Unless they change their mind. They're like that. At least it means that I get to eat Mom-cooked food, as opposed to the random culinary experiments I concoct that never work out quite right. Seriously, who would have thought I could screw up rice? I don't get it.

My room at the moment is an absolute disaster area, presents from multiple gift-events sitting all over the place and starting to mix with random crap and dirty clothes. Tomorrow is a day for cleaning, if I can ever get myself out of bed at a decent hour. Which means that going to bed at 3am is no good. This is a bad pattern that I've created. Damn.

But my bed is so comfy. And I have bizzarely coherent dreams which my brain likes to treat like a book I'm reading ("no, we'll wake up later, I think we're getting to the good part. Only five more pages minutes, really..."). It's odd. But amusing, at least.

Tonight I watched Blade: Trinity with my parents. A little silly, but the snark really amused me. And how much does Ryan Reynolds remind me of Jason Lee? It's odd. Although, interesting coincidence, as I was writing what song I'm listening to, I remembered that Ryan is engaged to Alanis. So there, bizzarity of the night. Also tried to introduce them to Firefly; Dad kept going "twang twang..." everytime the music came back in. They'll warm up eventually. They think Wash is funny, at least. And Mal. They think Simon needs acting lessons. *cackle*

Oooh, and I changed my layout a bit. What do you think?

Hope all is well around my list of friends. Cheers!

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Credit where credit is due:

Finally futzed with the color scheme of my journal (too dark? too purple? tell me!) and remembered to credit cinderella29 from _withoutaburn for the lovely header pic. Thematically appropriate, no?

OMG the smell of soup is so good, I must flee to the kitchen and pillage eat some. Cheers!