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... So my dad calls me up as I'm doing my laundry.
He proceeds to tell me that both of my grandparents on his side are dying, my Nana of a metastasized melanoma in her lungs and spine, and my Papa of progressive supranuclear palsy.
Wonderful way to start the coming week. :/
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| Makin' babies~ |
[26 Sep 2009|03:57pm] |
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It seems like everyone has been making babies lately. I know too many people who have gotten pregnant recently (too many young people that is) and had babies, and it's like, why is everyone having babies?!
In other news... I'm lonely, and bored! Everybody left! The place is vacant!
You can only hit F5 on a website for so long before you're like, "Okay, I'm done."
Maybe I can read my books? Maybe? Or play a game. I sort of want to play Pokemon FRLG but I don't have a game I can erase.
I had soy milk at breakfast today. It was yummy, except it wasn't cold enough. It's cool that Thomson is now offering it though. Breakfast was good, got a very large helping of eggs from the lady who is nice and not like "YOU THINK I GOT MORE EGGS?!" ... Oh, dude, I still have that banana in the fridge! Wonder if it's fully ripe yet...
My journal entries are so schizophrenic. XD
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[25 Sep 2009|07:34pm] |
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Ah, today...
Katy came down the other night and we were finally able to play more of Ashley's campaign. GIANT DAGRON FIGHT. Amazingness. I rather enjoyed myself, except I found myself unable to fall asleep... likely due to the amount of coffee I had, 'cept I was tired and just couldn't fall asleep.
That, however, kind of messed with my emotions, and I had one of my occasional bouts of intense sadness. I started sleeping it off, but I didn't really feel much better until...~
MY LIGHTSABER ARRIVED.
Oh yes. Ohhhhh yes. Got a lightsaber! And a Sith one, too. :3
So that kind of made my day a whole lot better. I got shot down in both my classes by my professors, but I'm pretty sure they didn't intend it the way they made it seem, so it doesn't bother me too much. Now I'm just fooling around on Facebook and PsyPets trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the night. I'm not looking forward to this weekend much, really... Maybe if I wind up resetting my sleep schedule, I'll feel better...
Oh, and I'm so asking my friend Taylor to put a sound system in my lightsaber so it'll make all the fancy sounds that accompany a lightsaber. Fuuuuuun times! :D
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[25 Sep 2009|06:14am] |
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Jesus fucking Christ, I haven't updated in ever.
Maybe it was tonight when my friend Josh mentioned he had a blog, and I was like, shit, I have a LiveJournal I NEVER USE. So I spent this morning going through all my old entries, and...
I was a whiny fucking emo kid for a while.
How come no one smacked me back then? I seriously needed it.
I'm glad my life has really turned around. I'm surrounded by wonderful people every day. My roommate is a really amazing person, my boyfriends (:D) are the sweetest, and everyone is just amazing here at Winthrop.
Dear LJ, I'm going to update you more often because I kind of miss telling you my everyday stories.
Sometime this weekend, I'll post a ginormous entry about everything that's happened between now and my last actual entry. So much. Soooo muuuuch.
Josh, if you're reading this (as I instructed you, haha), ignore my whiny bouts from way back when. Lotsa shit went down in my past but I'm over it now.
Let the fun (re-)begin!
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[14 Jun 2009|04:58am] |
It's time to talk about something really interesting! Introducing to you, Skiba's favorite fics~!
I have a binder IRL that currently contained exactly six fanfics. Out of the literal thousands of fics I have read, only those that make it into my binder qualify as my absolute favorites, without which I would probably die. The reason I printed them out and stuffed them in this binder is that if I were ever to lose internet, or if the fics were taken down or deleted, I would have a permanent copy of them.
Several fics that also count as my favorites, however, are not in this binder -- YET. The reason is for pure length, as two of the fics I count as my favorites are both almost 30 chapters each. That's a lot of fucking paper.
Also, one author of my fics, the amazing ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) americanleaguer has so many amazing fics that I found it near-impossible to choose a favorite of hers, so I just picked the one I seemed to re-read most. It was a difficult decision, but one I'm (at least currently) satisfied with.
Without further ado, and in no particular order!:
( Skiba's Favorite Fanfics! )
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| Writer's Block: It Sounds Better When You Say It |
[12 Jun 2009|05:17am] |
Mine's not so much a word but a phrase that I've been using since the dawn of time (or when I started making original characters, which has been like my entire life). The phrase is particular is "hikari no yami," which translates roughly to "Darkness of the Light" (or "Light's Darkness" but I prefer the other way around)
It's Japanese, yeah, I know, cliche, but the phrase has a distinct meaning for me in that it's the one theme that echoes through all my original stories. One character is usually the dark spot in a world otherwise known for its "light," or the perfection that all others see in it. The character that is the darkness usually questions the light and is viewed by others as being wrong or evil. I'm not sure why I like the switched connotation so much, but I like to change things up in that respect.
._.;;
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[24 Mar 2009|07:23am] |
Well hello thar LiveJournal. Good to see you again.
*stares blankly*
Though I doubt anyone at all reads this, I do realize it's been for-freaking-ever since I updated.
Let's see, changes...
1. I go to college now. Yay.
2. I'm polyamorous now. Yay?
3. I'm blonde! ...Yay???
Yeah, that last one... I took a chance. XD;; Changes are it'll end up either pink or black (again), because really, I don't look good blonde.
As for college. Wow. I met some damn awesome people.
- Ashley, who is an amazing little girl ;3 (WHO IS ALSO A MANIACAL OVERLORD MUAHAHAHA)
- Katy, Ashley's roommate, who is Broadway material and the kindest person I've met in a long time
- Will, their friend and constant companion, who is well-read and incredibly intelligent
- Leigh Ann, an eccentric but overall entertaining person to be around (with excellent fashion sense)
- Lynn, Leigh Ann's roommate and a sweet, ray-of-sunshine girl who always has something nice to say about everyone
- Martha, Leigh Ann's friend from home who also goes here and is quite similar to me in a few aspects
- Stephen, my new male best friend who is a little mousey who draws awesomeness
- Christiaan (with two a's!), Stephen's really, really, REALLY chill roommate
- Lauren, my roommate with a quirky collection of movies and books
- Madi, a collection of pure awesomeness who knows how to have a good time XD
- Brock, a dude I want to be around all the damn time because he's black and likes punk rock music and anime! AND IS BISEXUAL~!!!
- Sam, the man who introduced to me to a game called Dreamfall (which I need to play more of)
And so many acquaintances that I can't even name because you'd be reading this post for hours~!
There are two other important people I need to mention, both of whom I met thanks to Stephen.
His best friend from home is a kid named Josh, another furry who happens to be an otter, and a huge Sonic fan. He's loud and brash, but he can be exceptionally kind (when he wants to be). If you're not ready for him, he can take a lot out of you, but just remember, you have to shout back. :D
And of course... Chris. My other boyfriend, basically.* He's about 6'3", with about 2 or 3 feet of jet black hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, and a dual loud/quiet personality. Around Josh, and when he's feeling strongly about something, he speaks well above the recommended amount of decibels. But when he's quiet... it's peaceful. He knows how to make me smile, laugh, enjoy myself, and I love spending time with him. He's introduced me to many amazing video games, and even made me like some that I wasn't particularly thrilled with originally.
Among the new games I've accumulated a love for, they are:
- Makai Senki Disgaea, a strategy RPG with a lovable cast of characters
- Klonoa, a platformer with an adorable plot and squishy cute furry things
- FFX, oddly, but the only reason I haven't played that is because I would have preferred to play all the Final Fantasies in order...
- Ragnarok Online, which is LOVE
- Eversion, a strange homebrew platformer with some... questionable Satanic content XD
- Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, another amazing RPG with a beautifully and intricately detailed world
I've also met a few of Chris's friends, such as Chad, Cody, Cobun, Mitch, and even Chris's (good?) twin. XD;;;;
It's been a ride, these past few months. Had my ups and downs, and some pretty intense stuff has happened. Overall though, I'm feeling incredibly satisfied with how everything is unfolding as of late. I love the people I'm around, I have fun on a daily basis (and we all love to get together to play Dungeons and Dragons at least once, if not twice, a week).
*As for the "other" boyfriend business, let me tell you right now, I am not giving up on, nor am I cheating on, Brandon. We have a very open relationship, and seeing as he is away overseas, we have agreed that while he is away, meaning not visiting MA or SC, we are both allowed to see other people so long as our feelings toward one another do not change. I feel very strongly about Brandon, and I love him very, very, VERY much. I say I'm polyamorous because I truly am; I can love multiple people at once. You know how you can love your parents and siblings, or your own children, equally? I can do that with people I'm not related to. I love them both... but eventually, I'm probably going to end up with just Brandon. I can see myself with him in the future.
Anyways. That's what I've been up to these past few months. I've also been writing and drawing... I got a Fur Affinity account to see if I can garner more pageviews. Still, you all know me, I'm no fur. There's just been loads of furry influence around me lately, and, well, it's hard to ignore. XD I wrote some new fics, and my latest endeavor will be a very detailed Disgaea doujinshi.
Farewell for now... would love to hear from anyone reading this, really. :3
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[15 May 2008|10:16pm] |
"I lay with Cassio lately, and being troubled with a raging tooth I could not sleep. There are a kind of men so loose of soul that in their sleeps will mutter their affairs. One of this kind is Cassio. In sleep I heard him say 'Sweet Desdemona, let us be wary, let us hide our loves.' And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, cry 'O sweet creature!' then kiss me hard, as if he plucked up kisses by the roots that grew upon my lips; then laid his leg o'er my thigh, and sighed, and kissed, and then cried 'Cursèd fate that gave thee to the Moor!'"
*coughcough*
We're reading Othello in English class.
Iago is gay for Cassio.
I rest my case.
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[03 Mar 2008|07:21pm] |
I was going through my buddy list today when I was reminded of something that happened to me not too long ago.
Sometimes I search for people I used to be acquainted with, particularly on the internet. I saw so many screen names, so many people I used to talk to, that I no longer do. There have been times I've tried to find someone I know only to find they've disappeared without a trace, or have become someone that I no longer recognize.
Facebook has helped me contact a few people for the first time in forever, but it's still not enough.
I decided, then, to make myself a promise.
No matter what, I will always remain available to those who want to reach me. I will always be available through AIM, through email, at this LiveJournal, and on Facebook in person.
Though I have moved many times, gone through many screen names, personas, assumed names, and the like, I will never be unreachable. So many times have been hurt to find the people I once considered friends have vanished into thin air. I vow never to be one of them.
Here are the names I have assumed sometime in the past, including screen names:
Skiba Rives / skibalovesya
Mewgar / Mewgar 2 / Mewgaramon
Tikku77 and a half / Tikku77+1/2
whereisyourboytonight? / subpoprecords
Krawling Darkness
Toxicity1771
billaybillaybill
Smut Silveria
badcheeseyoueat
xXxgrayeyesxXx
I will always be within reach.
I promise.
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[23 Jan 2008|08:53pm] |
Brandon's going to Iraq in August.
... Fuck.
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[18 Dec 2007|06:31am] |
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[28 Nov 2007|04:00pm] |
So I had gym today. The fact itself isn't really an issue -- I don't really mind gym this year. However, few of the kids in it are my closer friends. Point being, we played basketball today -- me, Kate, Kate's sister, Aaron, the kid with the curly hair (forgive me, I'm bad with names, and you don't get introduced much in gym anyway), the kid with the glasses, and a certain guy named Nick.
Now, Kate's a good friend of mine, and I'm reasonably friendly with her sister and Aaron. KwCH I barely know but see a lot... I think... and KwG holds a friendly air towards me.
Nick, however... this is where things get iffy.
We were walking over to the hoop (going at a fairly leisurely pace), which gave us time to toss the basketball amongst ourselves. I tossed it toward Nick, who was about a foot away from me and looking straight at me, expecting him to catch it and toss it too. However... he smacked the ball away, causing it to hit me right on the cheek, knocking my jaw and rattling my head enough to give me a low-grade headache. Kate, naturally, did that freaking-out-laughing-OMG-I-CAN'T-BELIEVE-YOU-JUST-DID-THAT thing that people do when stuff like this happens and exclaimed, "You just hit her in the face, man!"
Nick merely gave me a nonchalant look with a half-assed "Sorry," continuing about his business without a second thought.
I took that in a moment. He just cracked me in the side of the face with a fucking basketball, and that's all he does? Says he's "sorry" while quite obviously not meaning it then walking away? I know I get the "I don't like you" vibe from him, even if most people dismiss his behavior by saying that's just how he is... but things went downhill from there.
Basically, we were just tossing the ball to each other in crazy ways, then shooting (or trying to shoot and failing miserably). At the time, I wasn't particularly keen on participating as much as everyone else, as I 1) suck unbelievably at it and 2) was headachy, completely exhausted from an hour's rest, and, oh yeah, I just got hit in the face with a basketball. I wasn't interfering with everyone else's fun, though, but I have to admit I mentioned my lack of sleep and complained a little -- but keep in mind, most of the time I'm just thinking (or in this case, complaining) out loud when I do that. I did throw a few times, but most of the time I watched everyone else's antics from the sidelines.
Again, things continued to go downhill. Nick was enjoying himself, laughing with everyone who goes, making his typical "lighthearted" snide remarks, and even shouting for people to watch out when our ball went astray. However, after continually jumping in front of me to catch the ball when it was headed for me (with my intent to catch it and maybe shoot), I pointed it out only to do just that: point it out.
"You keep jumpin' in front of meee..." I said, using a tone of voice I reserve for occasions when someone's doing something I don't particularly like, but it doesn't bother me -- I even added in a little grin for good measure, hoping to make it clear that I wasn't trying to put him down.
Instead of grinning back or even making some kind of comment about it, Nick just gave me a half-lidded stare and held out the basketball like it was the last thing he wanted to do. I shook my head, saying, "Nah, I was just pointin' it out, go ahead," gesturing for him to shoot while continuing to smile at him. He then shoved the ball into my hands, muttered, "You gonna go or what?" and started to turn away. I held it out and tried to roll it back into his hands, again saying, "No, really, you can go." He made no effort to try and catch it, though, just watching it as it rolled out of my hands, off his arm, and onto the floor. He stared at the ball as it rolled off, then looked at me like I was the scum of the universe.
Then someone else got the ball and he was back to being Mr. Sunshine.
The whole situation just enforced what I'd thought -- my "I don't like you" vibe doesn't lie, it seems. Though in past experiences, I got the vibe only after the person had gotten to know me. This, however, was straight from the beginning. I attempted to subvert it on numerous occasions by being as friendly as possible, playing along his same vibe of humor (including humoring him frequently), and attempting to add to the conversation in hopes of hearing what he had to say. The entire time, I felt like he was just "tolerating" me -- like I was bothering him in some way, but he put up with it anyway.
While I'd normally say "fuck that, he's not worth my time," two things in particular stand out about this. One, he barely knows me -- the vibe was there since we first met. He's really got no reason for that, as I feel I've been nothing but nice to him; I'm never outwardly mean to anyone unless I inadvertently upset them with something I do or say, and even then, I meant no harm. He's also the type to say when someone or something is bugging him, so that he didn't say anything to indicate something I did or said was bothering him led me to believe things were fine. Two, however, I think he's really funny, extremely witty, and in a way mildly attractive. He's just one of those people I'd like to be friends with because I value what they say and generally enjoy their presence. He's admitted to being somewhat self-absorbed, so I would think that the attention would be pleasing, if not flattering, for someone like him -- by this I mean, it would make him happy.
Today, however... it really struck a chord in me. That anyone I would consider neutral on the "liking me" scale would react that way after accidentally hurting me I find not only insulting, but upsetting and hurtful. He didn't even give an "are you okay?" like most people say whenever anyone gets hurt, even to people they don't even know. And to just give me a dirty look when I was actually offering to let him play more, with my participation playing no part in anything concerning him... it stung.
I'm basically confused and hurt by the entire thing. It wouldn't be so bad if he actually presented me with a good reason, like most people who don't like me do, but so far, he hasn't. So I can't understand why he'd act like that.
Frankly, I'd be upset if anyone hurt me accidentally and didn't give a meaningful apology.
Sure, I can chalk it up to "Oh, that's just Nick," but in the end it doesn't make any sense to me at all.
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[13 Nov 2007|05:11pm] |
Okay, someone wanna be my friend and help me out?
I keep seeing it all the time but I don't know how to say it!!
MEME. Is it "mehm" or "meem" or "mee-mee" or what?!
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[03 Nov 2007|01:01pm] |
Oh man. I just woke up from one pretty fucking bizarre dream. It was a three-parter (maybe four, I have a feeling I don't remember one), two of which were House-related, and one of which was Psych-related.
The first part had to do mostly with Cameron. I don't remember a lot of it, but I do know that she and possibly Chase and Foreman accidentally got into some pretty nasty hallucigens, and started having these bizarre visions. Cameron was kind of wandering through the hospital as these bookshelves were rising out of the floor, and she starts looking through them. One rises to her left, and out of surprise, she knocks a lot of them to the ground. She sort of mumbled, "Oh, oops, better put these back," and as she's doing that, one rises to her right, effectively trapping her with the walls of shelves. She notices this and starts freaking out, screaming and banging on the wood. Outside the hallucination, House is watching her half-unconscious body writhe and realizes she's really having something scary going on in her head. In her hallucination, she sees him knock down the shelf and run to her and shake her, all wordlessly. She then wakes up and just hugs him, and he's like, "Um, please stop."
The second part switched over to Psych. Somehow, two things were already established in my dream setting: The first is that Shawn had died a little over a year beforehand, and second, he had a niece of about 17 years of age. It started with Gus walking the street looking pretty bummed out (probably stlil over Shawn's death), and he notices Shawn's niece coming up. They started talking when Gus notices something really strange about one of the houses. The door was wide open, so the two of them, feeling a little curious, start going up the steps. Inside is like, huge. There're dark floorboards and a set of stairs going up the right wall to a hallway going around three of the walls in the room whose floors extended over the room below, and whose walls were just a short run of cast iron bars. On the other side of the room was a sliding door leading outside. Gus and Shawn's niece went nearer to that door, while the camera kind of switched to show Shawn, more or less a spirit, leaning over the bars upstairs and watching them go by. He closes his eyes and fades out. The camera then switched back to Gus and Shawn's niece, outside, looking up and down the porch. There's an older man sitting in a rocking chair down the far right, and he notices them. "Ah. Burton Guster and Shawn Spencer, I presume." Gus starts and looks at Shawn's niece, who strangely enough has turned into Shawn. He gapes. "But how the hell...? Shawn, you're dead!" Shawn laughs at him and pokes him in the chest. "You thought you could be rid of me that easily?" The old man starts explaining that even though Shawn had died, his spirit just wouldn't give up, and now his niece could serve as a willing and aware vessel through which he could temporarily return to the world of the living, if only to solve cases. Shawn and Gus look at each other, grin, thank the old guy, and run off to return to the Santa Barbara police station to pick up where they left off.
The third part I wasn't able to finish because a stupid headache woke me up. For the first part, I was out of "TV land" and was actually sitting in the living room of my old house, watching TV. They were showing the preview for the next episode of House, which was basically Chase (with weird longer hair) getting bitter about the way Cameron and Foreman were treated and started to build this... I dunno, weird box thing and there were these strange gusts of wind that would suddenly rear up out of nowhere and suck a person into the box presumably forever, sort of a manifestation of Chase's anger. However, the box grew out of control, and whenever there was the slightest bit of wind, it would just grab a person and suck them in. The preview ended with Chase pulling these... well, they looked like really big laundry detergent dispensers... around him and thinking, "How am I going to get rid of that thing?" I got up to get something but when I came back, the stupid cable box had frozen with some retarded error message, but the sound of the next episode of House was already coming through. Pissed that I had missed some of the beginning and would be unable to rewind it on DVR, I shut the box off and turned it back on to see House and Chase walking down someone's walkway in heavy winter coats. House was saying something to him that ended with a bizarre, "Well... I'm superstitious," a wink, and he walked away, leaving Chase sort of staring at him. It then switched to Chase and Foreman hanging out on the front steps of the same house, looking up at what looked like a water tower. Foreman rolls his eyes as Chase was talking about some kind of urban legend regarding the tower. The next couple of parts get really... out of physics. There were these two kids hanging out there too, and the father was doing yardwork or something, when suddenly a rather large tree falls... for like, absolutely no reason... on top of one of the kids. Chase and Foreman immediately get up to do something about it... but for some reason, Chase is like, "WE NEED A HOSE!" so the father gets him the hose from the "water tower", which starts spitting out this weird yellowy-white stuff. Chase comments like, "This is the strangest water I've ever seen!" and Foreman laughs and says, "Water? That 'water tower' you were talking about actually holds sodium hydroxide heavily diluted with water, you idiot!" Meanwhile, the kid is safe and wondering what it was they pelted him with (which was gathered in a big puddle on the ground and looked like gross clam chowder...), and Foreman explains that it was low grade sodium hydroxide. Chase starts and says, "Wait a minute, isn't that bleach?" and Foreman glares at him like, "That's why it was diluted with water! Otherwise," and he turns back to the kids, "it would've burned your skin." The last thing I saw was Chase getting started on the box while Wilson was looking at him and asking, "What are you building?" to which Chase says, "Oh, just a box..."
Then I woke up with a seriously painful headache, had some Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and wrote this entry! :D
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[19 Oct 2007|11:26pm] |
Man, I love casual Friday. Tight-fitting jeans, adorable t-shirts, devil-may-care attitude in general... *shudders with excitement*
I need to find better things to do in A Block study...
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[13 Oct 2007|07:55pm] |
Is it wrong that I laugh every time I hear the words "bacon cheeseburger" ever since the first day of Government?
*roffles*
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[13 Oct 2007|02:53am] |
About six hours ago, a CD got stuck in my CD drive. I tapped eject like five times and nothing happened.
The CD just popped out now.
wtf.
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[26 Sep 2007|10:17pm] |
Why is Government so full of squee?
Again, another amusing anecdote (ALLITERATION FTW) occurred today.
I don't remember how it began, but we got our essays back in class (I got a 95, fwee), and later on, Mr. Bertrand had been reading George Washington's farewell address to make a point about political parties, and he made sure to tell us that it was written in a confusing manner because, at that time, English was very, very confusing. The word 'usurp' was involved, and he commented on how the word is rarely used. We all made various points on the use of the word. He goes on to say something to the effect of...
"...and in Danielle's essay, not to call you out or anything, she used the word 'disadvantageous' and I was just amazed because it's also a word you don't hear very often. I was so surprised that I almost ran over my girlfriend trying to show her the paper like 'LOOK SOMEONE USED THIS WORD OMG!' And she's always complaining because she's an elementary school teacher and she spends most of her time poring over children's books. But yeah, it was a cool use of word."
And I sort of sat there like, "Uh... thank you? I feel special now..."
It's not so much I was flattered than I was more incredibly amused (on the inside of course) that my using a single word would get him all fired up enough to show the paper to his frickin' girlfriend.
I seriously love this man.
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