Acedia

Is there a way to un-follow LJ feeds? I'm really tired of seeing Harry Potter and Warcraft news on my friends' list.

NEway, back to something about seagulls.

I feel like I owe my journal a normal post... You know, something that's not ROH fangirling, which I do in my alone time. (They need to come to Poughkeepsie or come back to Danbury...)

If you follow me on Twitter you already know, but last weekend I got myself a hedgehog, after worrying I might not be able to get one. 4 months old... still not sure on the gender as I still can't pick it up, even if he/she/it knows I am the food and water giver. Punk. Bought it a running wheel and new housing today; now all it needs is some plumbing and interior decoration. Being the jealous brat she is, Caska jumped INTO the cage 2 times now.

Oh man, I really have nothing to say. Nothing even not interesting happens to me, as in stuff happened but it's not worth mentioning. I don't even have that!

Let's see if I can make a post out of nothing. Go go gadget phonics.

Finally going clothes shopping tomorrow: yay. Going with Dave: not yay. I don't know why he bothers going. Two women clothes shopping? Not exactly exciting. After about 10 minutes he's just going to go back out to the car, listen to the radio and smoke pot until we come back. He can do the same exact thing at home.

Went to see grandma and Alyssa earlier. She was watching Yo Gabba Gabba on Noggin when I walked in so I'm like hells yeah, let's watch, but she wanted to pretend cook food for me, so let the girl pretend cook. Until it was Dancy Dance time and says "Danielle it's Dancy Dance time! Dance with me!" So, black socks sliding across the hardwood floor, I dancy dance as Alyssa tried her best to keep up with Razzle Dazzle. It is pretty quick, but all she wanted to do was "now you go crazy, Danielle!" and started toddler headbanging or something. She never calls me Dani and hearing her say Danielle in that high so sure of herself voice, it melts me freezer burnt heart.

( This only concerns wrasslin fans and possibly people who know something about burning VIDEO_TS dvds )

I wish I had a more exciting life so I could update this thing. :/

Reminder to myself: CALL CATHERINE OMG.

Or if she reads this, call Dani omg. :D But not tonight: mommy is using my phone as an alarm clock.

Treating mom to an early Mother's Day lunch on Saturday. It's not that I or mom are busy on Sunday; it's because do you have any idea how PACKED every restaurant is going to be? Packed, that's how packed. So we figure Saturday it'll just be the regular weekend crowds. Yes, I'm spending MY money... my clothes money. ): But the day only comes once a year and honestly paying a few bucks is the LEAST I can do for her. She's a cheap date anyway, even though I keep telling her buy whatever you want. She's happy with just a salad. And after a strenuous week for the both of us, some alone time away from Dave would do us good.

What are you doing with or for your mommmy? Hint: Flowers are lame.

As a wrestling fan, how did I not know about this? As a fan of lolz, how did I not know about this?



Oh Shawn, never stop overselling moves.

P.S. I NEED NEW MUSIC. Feed me your delicious tunes. I'll listen to anything.

My legs are sweaty. My legs are sweaty and sticking my my chair. Oh F this noise. See, this is what I get for wearing a skirt.

Speaking of my skirt, I really need to learn how to get out of a car properly if you know what I mean. After years of wearing pants all year every year... you forget. Nobody wants to see an eyeful of Alnora's crotch. All people within a 10-yard radius would probably vomit.

With my limited vocabulary this might be hard to understand, but I'll try me best. For 10 years online I've hid under the cover of pseudonym, saying the name was the other me. Is that true? Is it the other me, or the real me? Does this unanimity I have online show who I really am and the way I act "in real life" just a shadow? If so, it adds another sad layer to my sad existence. Or is it just that - a voice without a face, being the opposite of what I am adding some excitement to that sad existence.

Why can't these "opposites" co-exist? Why can't I be more adventurous? I'm a stranger to most people when I'm in public, so why does my physically being there change anything? Why can't I have a balance of the rudeness I showcase online and the modesty and shyness I show in person? Is it THAT difficult to do? We do share one common element though, which is being stubborn. I hate everything no matter where I am. I'm not sure what it is... being on the internet shows who you really are, or just exaggerating what you already are or if there's REALLY a difference between the two.

Every different avatar or pseudonym I've taken over the years encased me at a certain phase in my life, though it doesn't seem like I've changed much. I've been Alnora for quite a few years; I've become it. Do you suppose it's time to move on? I've always identified myself as this, this name. I can't erase it, I just think it's time for fresh air; I'm alive, but there could be so much better. After 7 years of stagnant air I deserve to break down the door. There are some things about me that can never be changed... I just have to learn to live with them instead of fight.

Planted these in the front yard. They've taken to the soil really quick, but that doesn't mean they'll live long. The soil there is pretty lousy and there's a tree close by, so when there is soil there's roots not too far under. And they need plenty of shade, which ain't there. But there's worms so I guess it can't be all that bad. Go worms go.

Dave's grammy died 3 days ago at 94. While I've only seen the woman a few times before she moved to Pennsylvania and don't feel an emotion connection, I'm kind of jealous of her. Not that she's dead you fools, but that at such an old age, she died of natural causes: old age. Most of us will not be so lucky, be it from accidents or diseases. Some people are lucky enough to just... fall asleep with no pain. She was an old gal; it was time she go see her husband.

I was delusional last night, so I made that. Oh yeah.

Wal-Mart is one of the most miserable places on Earth. There's barren tundras, deserts, politically oppressed nations, and then there's Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart mid-day Saturday. The stuff of nightmares.

And by the way, about the upcoming but already seen by, uh, very very many, Wolverine movie: Why decided to make Deadpool hot? Not that it's a bad thing, but after the years you get accustomed to the sores. I don't think Ryan Renolds can be disfigured, even by make-up.

Didn't Shawn Michaels stop doing crotch chops when he went coo-coo for Jesuspuffs?

I update my twitter more than my LJ. It's a sad state of affairs. What can I say, my real life is boring - fantasy is where it's at.

Now if you excuse me, it's time to make some chocobos do the mattress mambo.

If Caska does something even remotely "bad", Dave slaps her HARD on the behind. Of course, nobody can say anything about it. If his cat or Buster does something they know they're not supposed to to, he says to them in a gentle voice "bad" and cuddles them. What a fuck he is, I swear to god. Do you know when he was 5 years old or so, he killed an entire litter of kittens by smashing them against cement? Yeah. This is why I don't want him to even touch my cats.

Watching the episode of Yo Gabba Gabba with Elijah Wood for the first time right now. Facial hair really doesn't suit him, but omg he's so short I just want to squish him. He's my height, the poor thing.

My basil plants are doing great. ♥ They damn well better be, nothing else grew.

Saturday to-do list: eat this entire bag of toasted marshmallows; maybe watch a movie possibly perhaps; go to sleep.

Damnit cats, STOP PUKING ON THE RUG.

Went to the doctors as I needed a prescription refill on my Lexapro. Waking up at 9am, I do not want ever. Strange though, when Dave kicked mom and I out, I woke up easily at 8am every morning, feeling refreshed with absolutely no stomach aches. This morning. Groggy and stomach ache. Maybe this is a sign of how much I hate this place.

Had Preachy McPreacherson as a doctor. Of all my years of using that office I never had her. How lucky I was. Had to give the bitch my entire life story, and more embarrassingly, my current situation. Her response was everything I already knew. My two regular doctors would never ask this crap. This is why I like nurses best. Girl hardly made a peep.

Blood was taken. Hurt like a bitch and will pathetically bruise. My arm (or my hand...) always does. I really could have used a lollipop. After all was said and done and I had a fresh new prescription, we headed to Dunkin Donuts a short drive away because... well, I don't think I was ever this hungry in my entire life. Recently life anyway, even with the diet. Croissant egg sammich and a vanilla chai ohhh it was so messy and delicious nom nom.

Next on the itinerary, a stop to grandma's house and drop off more old pants o' mine that don't fit. No lie, I have only 2 pairs of pants that fit me, one just barely. I have over $100 saved up for clothes (and just clothes, sadly) so it's not a question of if I can afford it, but when I can get out to actually buy them. Life revolves around Dave so much, mom and I can hardly go out for ourselves. But whatever makes King David happy.

BTW, growing out bangs sucks. Too long to use as actual bangs, too short to pull behind your ears. F this ish.