Lately

So bad about updating...

OK, my computer is not turning on. Again. Grr. But that really doesn't excuse me from not writing in here, does it?

What's happened? My sister broke up with her boyfriend and was weeping constantly, but now she's okay and is back to being twitterpated with this other guy (I'm SO glad she got that whole mess straightened out mostly now) and had a blood blister on her eardrum that burst. I'm crazy/busy with school (20 hours plus tutoring this guy who has only been in the U.S. for a couple of weeks now, originally from Vietnam; it's really special explaining psychology to him, but he's got a pretty good English lexicon going for him) and am going to help my sister house-sit for her boss, which includes making the house look lived-in and checking the mail. Of course, this is the mailbox from hell. It absolutely will not open. Nnnn...

That was a terrible paragraph.

Bonnie and Courtney and I have a production company now. I'm not sure I want to publish our name for it just yet, as somebody might (!!!) STEAL it. But it's pretty awesome. Now we just need to make movies. Yeah.

Bellydancing is a lot of fun. Shimmy shimmy shimmy twist circle figure-eight oh crap my hip scarf fell off.

Bonnie and I stayed up late last night watching the second half of the extended edition of The Two Towers. It was really great. We took almost every single bloody line and twisted it into sexual innuendo. For the lines that that didn't work, orgasmic screaming sufficed. Erick left early; we think he got scared. What took the cake was this:

How much time do you
need?
However much you can give
me!

And of course lots of things about blowing horns and showing your quality and fun times. What else do people talk about when it gets late? :)

In other news, I'm eating more vegetables.

And there's a rat in my dad's bedroom.

And my co-worker gave me the cutest little gnome-creature. It's sitting with its chin on its crossed arms on its knees. I named him Ralph.

OK, Bonnie you just exited your dressing parlor and I'm going to go read more of my Stephen King novel.

Have a good day everyone!

Procrastinating

I don't want to write about anything serious this morning, so here's a little clue-in to my thought processes:

• I was looking at the costume I made for this skit tomorrow and was thinking of how much I like costuming.
• Next I thought of how I would design clothes for my paper dolls as a child, sometimes copying from pictures in magazines and doll catalogues.
• I am really glad that my parents never bought me an American Girl Doll (much as I sighed for one at the time) because it would surely have gotten broken or something.
• A lot of my dolls had things happen to them. I would cut their hair and dress them in weird things (like rubber bands) and bits of their bodies would come off. Or they would get glue on them.
• I had Aladdin and Jasmine barbie dolls once. Aladdin's head wasn't manufactured very well, so it would keep coming off. I would try to take Jasmine's head off so that they would match.
• I'm really glad (and other people probably are, too) that I'm not queen of a country somewhere. "Off with his head! Wait, he was married? Bring his wife! Aw, they'll look so cute..."
• In the Mikado, if a married man is beheaded, his wife must be buried alive.
• I really really really don't want to be buried alive.
• Neither did the Victorians.
• I learned that from Michael Crichton. His book "State of Fear" isn't nearly as good as most of his others.
• I'm not a very good writer.
• I need to write more in order to become better.
• Dude! I'm sitting at my computer typing. Maybe I should write a story.
• Maybe later.

Just one example of how everything I do leads to procrastinating about something.