But what's left unspoken--
Feb. 19th, 2007 04:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trenchkamenNo, the layout is still not finished. Yet.
Strange, transcient windows of time can be very sobering in that gritty, independent movie kind of way. I guess the superficial transaction was the best for now. Not the best time, so give it time. At least it was pleasant and the awkwardness was kept under some curb, for what that's worth. I had sexy time at Science Olympiad on Saturday, though. Alys, Darcy, and I looked at rocks.
While searching my sister's room for her camera chord (as mine has gone AWOL), I found my old American Girl doll Molly (circa 1997 or 98, to anybody who gives a rat's ass about doll collecting), who I thought for sure had been surrendered to the Goodwill fates. I was quite pleased by this, re-did her hair, and have her standing in my room, somewhere next to my Galelio thermometer and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac shirt I have yet to put away. How the times do change. I still think those stories kick ass, by the way. And apparently there was a movie (filmed in Ontario; I told you Canada and America were becoming the same damn country) I am admittedly curious about, even though it ran on the Disney Channel and is therefore doomed to a vacuous fate. My inner child demands it, but will not spend money on the endeavor. Am I a terrible, terrible person if I think in ten-or-so years (she's NINE) Molly would be pretty damn hot with those brades and those glasses and that scrappy nerdish can-do attitude? I feel the same way about Kinomoto Sakura. Even though chronologically Molly would be about 72 now, but assuming I had a time machine.
Oh, and as I almost forgot, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUBARU AND HOKUTO! I would rock both of your worlds.
Strange, transcient windows of time can be very sobering in that gritty, independent movie kind of way. I guess the superficial transaction was the best for now. Not the best time, so give it time. At least it was pleasant and the awkwardness was kept under some curb, for what that's worth. I had sexy time at Science Olympiad on Saturday, though. Alys, Darcy, and I looked at rocks.
While searching my sister's room for her camera chord (as mine has gone AWOL), I found my old American Girl doll Molly (circa 1997 or 98, to anybody who gives a rat's ass about doll collecting), who I thought for sure had been surrendered to the Goodwill fates. I was quite pleased by this, re-did her hair, and have her standing in my room, somewhere next to my Galelio thermometer and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac shirt I have yet to put away. How the times do change. I still think those stories kick ass, by the way. And apparently there was a movie (filmed in Ontario; I told you Canada and America were becoming the same damn country) I am admittedly curious about, even though it ran on the Disney Channel and is therefore doomed to a vacuous fate. My inner child demands it, but will not spend money on the endeavor. Am I a terrible, terrible person if I think in ten-or-so years (she's NINE) Molly would be pretty damn hot with those brades and those glasses and that scrappy nerdish can-do attitude? I feel the same way about Kinomoto Sakura. Even though chronologically Molly would be about 72 now, but assuming I had a time machine.
Oh, and as I almost forgot, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUBARU AND HOKUTO! I would rock both of your worlds.
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