Come to me, my pretties...
Time warp.
That's what I'd like to call it. Although the date don't say so, my birthday was last week. Really. Or at least I FELT like it was my birthday: I got a bunch of stuff from my mom. I mean a really BIG bunch of stuff that I've wanted, looked for, and hunted down for soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long. There's this shirt (and a wallet) I've only seen in sketches I made of myself. There's that necklace I also only saw in my imagination, and actually gave my character because I wanted it to so much if it existed. There's a really cool pair of earrings we saw in a bunch of boring ones. And, of course, there's the Zen. The tiny Zen that I could hold in my hand, and you won't even know I was holding something. The one that arrived in the stores a mere hour before I bought it. MY Zen.
Man.
I felt like everything I wanted (or a LOT of 'em, at least) marched right up to me and jumped into my pocket.
... What a weird mental image. Rargh. I'm not thinking straight anymore...
Here's a little something about me. When I'm EXTREMELY excited, I can be:
(1) happy, jumpy, and talking-non-stop-at-uncontrollable-volumes,
(2) TRYing to speak, but can only manage to let out a gazzillion incomprehensible exclamations, or
(3) smiling dreamily while staring into space
I was planning to write a REALLY long blog entry, but...well... I guess just writing about it made me so excited about my stuff again. I think I'm in between #1 and #2 now. Yeah.
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That's what I'd like to call it. Although the date don't say so, my birthday was last week. Really. Or at least I FELT like it was my birthday: I got a bunch of stuff from my mom. I mean a really BIG bunch of stuff that I've wanted, looked for, and hunted down for soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long. There's this shirt (and a wallet) I've only seen in sketches I made of myself. There's that necklace I also only saw in my imagination, and actually gave my character because I wanted it to so much if it existed. There's a really cool pair of earrings we saw in a bunch of boring ones. And, of course, there's the Zen. The tiny Zen that I could hold in my hand, and you won't even know I was holding something. The one that arrived in the stores a mere hour before I bought it. MY Zen.
Man.
I felt like everything I wanted (or a LOT of 'em, at least) marched right up to me and jumped into my pocket.
... What a weird mental image. Rargh. I'm not thinking straight anymore...
Here's a little something about me. When I'm EXTREMELY excited, I can be:
(1) happy, jumpy, and talking-non-stop-at-uncontrollable-volumes,
(2) TRYing to speak, but can only manage to let out a gazzillion incomprehensible exclamations, or
(3) smiling dreamily while staring into space
I was planning to write a REALLY long blog entry, but...well... I guess just writing about it made me so excited about my stuff again. I think I'm in between #1 and #2 now. Yeah.
^______________^
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