Terrible, tempestual, and totally ignorable.

So, house party was Saturday. I guess my parents have finally decided to pull their heads out of their bottoms and get it together so we can go to Pennsic, like they've been promising since we missed it last year. Good for them. Anyways, their decision isn't really what's bothering me.
So- the house party.
Marco Polo and I were the only mentionable near-adults there. Becca and Vicki, my SCA partners in crime, were absent and I was left with Testicles, a fully functioning hoard of annoyances, and Jessie (who isn't that bad, but she wasn't on my side so it hardly helped). Marcus Aurelius still has, to my knowledge, a girlfriend. So why, I wondered, was he acting like he didn't? On that note, why was I acting like he didn't? I mean, I thought that I was at least semi-mature and able to control a few hormones here and there, but for GOODNESS SAKE I believe I was laying on him, at one point!
And if that doesn't beat all, JESSIE (the only bearable person there) decides that it is the right moment to suggest that Marc Antony and I would make SUCH a cute couple, and it was all I could do not to drag her out of the room and shake some sense into her. Which is mostly a lie, because even if I wanted to I never act on crazy impulses like that. Impulses that involve, for example, actually telling someone how I feel are also ignored.
Which is why I am stuck here venting about some stupid boy, and it is entirely my fault.
I kind of feel sorry for his girlfriend, for ending up with a man who is (I have observed) a veritable chick magnet and (I have experienced) on the edge of infidelity. I'm probably not even the only one to experience it, and he might have even crossed the line with some girl, somewhere.


I need to find a man to get my mind off THIS man so that I may carry on with life.

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LOVE LOVE LOVE LOOOOOOOVE

I absolutely ADORE Studio Ghibli and anything vaguely Miyazaki. It's like, a genetic trait. I grew up with his movies!

AND NOW I'VE finally WATCHED HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE!

I've read the book, and I'm glad that Meg warned me because it is NOTHING like the book. OH, there are a few key points in there, but the story is changed so radically I'd almost suggest that they rename the movie so that it's not connected too closely to the book. I love the book, of course, and everyone should read it- Diana Wynne Jones is an amazing writer, and I love her stories.

Anyways, back to loving the movie.

When I first heard Howl's voice, I was like, "WOAH, that's a sexy voice and sounds totally weird." And then at the end credits, it turns out that CHRISTIAN BALE did Howl's voice. That's CRAZY! And Billy Crystal did Calcifer's voice! I'm totally quivering with excitement and all that jazz right now, I'm such a nerdy, romantic, happy-ending-loving loser that I'm all jolly with joy and warm fuzzy feelings.

I loved the movie, but if you read the book first then don't expect the movie to be anything like it, or vice versa. You'll be totally disappointed. I'm very hard to disappoint, though, so I'm all good.

Anyways.

That's all.

SUNSHINE!

So what do you suggest?

I believe that deep, deep dowm...
I don't even know.
It's like somebody's having a party in my torso, and I wasn't invited.
That actually pretty well sums it up.


In other news...
My brother and I were watching this awesome thing on the History channel about COMICS. It's so sunshine. Which reminds me...

Everyone should replace the word that they usually use to acknowledge greatness with "SUNSHINE". I mean, if it fits. Because I can't exactly say, "I love the night! It's so sunshine." Well, I could, but anyways.

And I need to call Panera about my application, and I need to call OSU about signing up for classes, and I need to call some of my friends because the only people I've seen in the past week have been at drivers ed, and I need to go make dinner.

I just want to finish reading my boooooook.

The old man is snoring...

It's dumping buckets out here, but not in the bad way. This is the good rain that makes things smell nice and takes the humidity level down a notch of two afterwards (hopefully).

And I stand slightly corrected; my old man is puttering around the house cleaning things. Not snoring. Which is odd, because it is usually his nap time right around now.

In other news, I have discovered something else about myself.

I am scared of people.

To be more precise, I am afraid of people that I don't know, especially when I'm by myself. This makes it especially terrifying in situations when I have to meet new people. Suddenly I freeze up or try my best not to make their acquaintance. I had a portion of my dream dedicated to that, actually. I was wandering around in a foreign country with a group of friends, and somehow ended up lost in an unfamiliar high school. I was just a little under hysterical, which is when I start to giggle weirdly.
The dream got a little better from there, fortunately for me.

Anyways.

So, I got a letter from one of the freshman girls that I RA'ed 1st semester. It was really random, but I appreciated it and just recently wrote back. I would have thrived in the way of communication back in the olden days. I love letters. I love receiving them and sending them and keeping them tied in a bundle, which I would do but I don't get them very often and really it's something you do for love letters and such, which I have none of among the letters that I have received.

Aaaaaand...
I cleaned today?

There is a bonfire tonight with Allison's youth group thing, and I'm going to attend to try to cure myself of this people-fearing sickness.

I'm bringing a book just in case.