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cleolindaYesterday's Horoscope of Irony: Sometimes the siren song of a good party is just too hard to resist, but you just might have to do that in this case. Let's face it: You've got too much to do and too many things to think about, and no amount of pretending will make it otherwise. Buckle down and get all the necessary tasks done, and then it'll be time to let loose your free spirit. You'll be glad you did.
Yeah. I went out to see a movie, had dinner, and stayed out until 2 am. Not a lick of work got done, and I'm kind of glad, because I was getting severely burned out.
So. We (Mom, Sister Girl, and I) were going to see Phantom of the Opera at its one little theater in town--the new Patton Creek (Galleria) Rave, but due to a misprint in the paper, we didn't get there until it was already sold out, so we ended up seeing Lemony Snicket. Neither Mom nor Sister Girl had read the books, and wanted to make sure I was with them when they saw it. I ended up liking it even more the second time, myself; Mom wants to go again, and Sister Girl is now in love with Sunny, but then, she has a dangerously soft spot for kids. (Like, "Please wait until you're out of school before you start procreating, thanks" soft.)
Then, after a bit of a communication snafu, I ended up at Sabor Latino with all my college friends exchanging presents. Of course, by the time The Lovely Emily and I had gotten there, everyone else had finished eating, but okay. Then we went back to The Lovely Emily's (parents') house, as we usually do. I hadn't even finished my margarita at the restaurant, so I didn't help with the numerous bottles of wine that got drunk after that, but rather spent the evening gradually sliding into sleepiness. (Mr. Typo got smashed on half a margarita at Sabor, which is unusual, and everyone else kept refilling his wine glass at Em's, so I wonder how he's doing today.)
So I got home about 2 am, stayed up another hour playing solitaire and guzzling ice water (another habit of mine, after I've had something to drink), then got to sleep. Woke up, had a big breakfast, and... went back to bed. Was woken up by various people asking various things; didn't actually get up until... just now. Grandma's coming over for a Christmas Eve dinner, which is being "catered," if you will, by Olive Garden takeout. (Hey, as long as it's Italian and Mom gets out of cooking, I don't care.) I still have a lot of presents to wrap tonight, but I plan on popping in a DVD and having fun with it.
Oh! And on one of my wake-up trips to get water or a bathroom break or something, I talked to Vladimir. The [thing] finally arrived! And the [thing]--is also a sword. It's the one I wanted to get him last year, but didn't have enough money. Well, this year, thanks to the book, I had enough to spoil him properly to get him back for all the presents he's sent me through the year. He's put up a photo of it sitting on his TV (hee) at his journal--it's a replica of Arwen's sword Hadhafang.
And now I can tell you the really funny story! I had ordered Hadhafang and was waiting for it to arrive when I went to mail the First Present (read the saga of trying to mail that here). We got home from mailing that and there was a tall box on the front step, so I assumed that's what it was. Except the box was frickin' huge--nearly two feet wide and taller than I am, and I thought something was a little odd about that, considering that Hadhafang is like, four feet tall and has no crossguard, but okay. So Mom and I haul it into the kitchen and start opening the box, which is a job in itself, and I open it, and it's this beautiful gigantic monster thing with runes down the blade, and I was like, "This is not the sword I ordered... why did they send me this one?" I mean, the answer should be apparent at this point, but I kept flitting around in confusion, and when I pulled out the packing slip, I was even saying, "Why is Vladimir's name on this? I didn't tell Fireside this was for him! HOW DO THEY KNOW HIS NAME?," and finally I got it through my head that this wasn't the sword I'd ordered--it was the one he'd ordered for me. I knew he'd ordered something from Fireside Collectibles for me, which was why I'd poked around the site, and when I found that their Hadhafang price was better than the one I'd found somewhere else, I ended up ordering from them, too. But I thought he'd gotten me something in polystone, quite honestly, and we seriously sent each other swords without any idea of what the other was doing.
I'm still hiding mine from Sister Girl, because I don't want her to find out I have it and get it in her head to pull it out and play with it while her friends are over or something, but I have a walk-in closet, and I'm wondering... maybe I can clean the stacks of boxes out and get it nice and neat and mount the plaque on the back wall, and go in sometimes and visit it...
Yeah. I went out to see a movie, had dinner, and stayed out until 2 am. Not a lick of work got done, and I'm kind of glad, because I was getting severely burned out.
So. We (Mom, Sister Girl, and I) were going to see Phantom of the Opera at its one little theater in town--the new Patton Creek (Galleria) Rave, but due to a misprint in the paper, we didn't get there until it was already sold out, so we ended up seeing Lemony Snicket. Neither Mom nor Sister Girl had read the books, and wanted to make sure I was with them when they saw it. I ended up liking it even more the second time, myself; Mom wants to go again, and Sister Girl is now in love with Sunny, but then, she has a dangerously soft spot for kids. (Like, "Please wait until you're out of school before you start procreating, thanks" soft.)
Then, after a bit of a communication snafu, I ended up at Sabor Latino with all my college friends exchanging presents. Of course, by the time The Lovely Emily and I had gotten there, everyone else had finished eating, but okay. Then we went back to The Lovely Emily's (parents') house, as we usually do. I hadn't even finished my margarita at the restaurant, so I didn't help with the numerous bottles of wine that got drunk after that, but rather spent the evening gradually sliding into sleepiness. (Mr. Typo got smashed on half a margarita at Sabor, which is unusual, and everyone else kept refilling his wine glass at Em's, so I wonder how he's doing today.)
So I got home about 2 am, stayed up another hour playing solitaire and guzzling ice water (another habit of mine, after I've had something to drink), then got to sleep. Woke up, had a big breakfast, and... went back to bed. Was woken up by various people asking various things; didn't actually get up until... just now. Grandma's coming over for a Christmas Eve dinner, which is being "catered," if you will, by Olive Garden takeout. (Hey, as long as it's Italian and Mom gets out of cooking, I don't care.) I still have a lot of presents to wrap tonight, but I plan on popping in a DVD and having fun with it.
Oh! And on one of my wake-up trips to get water or a bathroom break or something, I talked to Vladimir. The [thing] finally arrived! And the [thing]--is also a sword. It's the one I wanted to get him last year, but didn't have enough money. Well, this year, thanks to the book, I had enough to spoil him properly to get him back for all the presents he's sent me through the year. He's put up a photo of it sitting on his TV (hee) at his journal--it's a replica of Arwen's sword Hadhafang.
And now I can tell you the really funny story! I had ordered Hadhafang and was waiting for it to arrive when I went to mail the First Present (read the saga of trying to mail that here). We got home from mailing that and there was a tall box on the front step, so I assumed that's what it was. Except the box was frickin' huge--nearly two feet wide and taller than I am, and I thought something was a little odd about that, considering that Hadhafang is like, four feet tall and has no crossguard, but okay. So Mom and I haul it into the kitchen and start opening the box, which is a job in itself, and I open it, and it's this beautiful gigantic monster thing with runes down the blade, and I was like, "This is not the sword I ordered... why did they send me this one?" I mean, the answer should be apparent at this point, but I kept flitting around in confusion, and when I pulled out the packing slip, I was even saying, "Why is Vladimir's name on this? I didn't tell Fireside this was for him! HOW DO THEY KNOW HIS NAME?," and finally I got it through my head that this wasn't the sword I'd ordered--it was the one he'd ordered for me. I knew he'd ordered something from Fireside Collectibles for me, which was why I'd poked around the site, and when I found that their Hadhafang price was better than the one I'd found somewhere else, I ended up ordering from them, too. But I thought he'd gotten me something in polystone, quite honestly, and we seriously sent each other swords without any idea of what the other was doing.
I'm still hiding mine from Sister Girl, because I don't want her to find out I have it and get it in her head to pull it out and play with it while her friends are over or something, but I have a walk-in closet, and I'm wondering... maybe I can clean the stacks of boxes out and get it nice and neat and mount the plaque on the back wall, and go in sometimes and visit it...
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Date: 2004-12-24 03:00 pm (UTC)Man it's so awesome you got Andruil-and that you got Hadhafang for Vladimir.You're so incredibly sweet. :)
Merry Christmas!
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Date: 2004-12-24 03:09 pm (UTC)And, somehow, I am not comforted by the fact that I am only about a foot taller than Hadhafang.
Merry Christmas, Cleo!
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Date: 2004-12-24 03:12 pm (UTC)It's love/fate/coincidence!! ;)
Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas Cleo/Lauren!! :D
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Date: 2004-12-24 03:25 pm (UTC)Merry Christmas!
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Date: 2004-12-24 03:27 pm (UTC)Dude! *stops, looks at the word she just typed* Sorry. Since I've become obsessed with LOST, I've all of a sudden added that word to my regular vocabulary. Hurley is infectious.
Anyway...
Dude! You could so totally make your walk in closet a shrine for the sword. Then, hide the doorway somehow and it could be a secret shrine! That would be so cool. *wanders off in a starry-eyes sword induces fantasy*
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Date: 2004-12-24 03:29 pm (UTC)It's synchronicity! You're like two swords crossing in the night! ;^)
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Date: 2004-12-24 03:54 pm (UTC)You sound like a bit of a break was just what you needed :) I hope it has been so. Merry Christmas, Cleo.
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Date: 2004-12-24 04:46 pm (UTC)and we seriously sent each other swords without any idea of what the other was doing.
Great minds think alike!
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Date: 2004-12-24 04:50 pm (UTC)Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to you and your loved ones!
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Date: 2004-12-25 10:29 am (UTC)(Heeeee.)
I've been meaning to ask
Date: 2004-12-24 07:02 pm (UTC)Thanks and have a happy holiday.
Icz
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Date: 2004-12-24 08:40 pm (UTC)Re: I've been meaning to ask
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Date: 2004-12-24 09:52 pm (UTC)Because a sword would be awesome to have, but I know if it were actually capable of cutting things, God knows I'd use it to chop up carrots for a salad about every other day...
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Date: 2004-12-25 12:52 pm (UTC)Well, that takes care of the Sister Girl problem, now doesn't it?! Heeeee.
...Just kidding.
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Date: 2004-12-25 12:32 am (UTC)Hmm, if I did that, I think my mother would shrug her shoulders, roll her eyes, and walk on -- or I'd wake up one morning in a padded room, with a comfortable jacket that I just can't get off.
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Date: 2004-12-25 10:44 am (UTC)Second: of course, not seeing Phantom is probably just for the best. And am so glad you had a great time with Mommy and Sis -- that's so squeey!
Third: yeah, this whole swordage is too awesome for words. I guess it's gonna be a story to tell all the kids in our families for generations to come! Meanwhile, I hope your sister can be *somehow* housebroken with regards to the Andúril, as she's bound to find out about its existence. But keeping it in a shrine -- under a lock and key, of course -- is obviously the sanest thing to do!
*still keeps own sharp-ass sword on his TV*
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Date: 2004-12-25 11:21 am (UTC)And in my (Mr. Typo) defense, I'm now a respectable member of society and don't drank as often as I did in college. Besides being really thirsty when I woke up yesterday, I'm fine. Thanks for asking. :) That was an awful lot of wine, though. And I don't particularly care for wine.
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Date: 2004-12-25 12:20 pm (UTC)If that's what you want to call "I called the only number I had in my new phone, which was Em's, and she didn't answer, and I realized I didn't have anyone else's," then yes. Or if you mean, "I'm a loser who finally took the driver's test and failed that, too," then also yes.
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Date: 2004-12-25 02:01 pm (UTC)Sucks about the driver's test. I've always heard some of the testers can be kind of sticklers and that it depends on who you get. I remember my tester giving me several chances to get something right back in the day. You need the dirt on when the easy ones are working. Are you going again soon?
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Date: 2004-12-25 12:31 pm (UTC)You two bought each other SWORDS. For Christmas.
1) I'm jealous. Swords so prettttttyyyyyy.
2) WTF. IS -EVERYONE- MADE OF MONEY OR SOMETHING?
3) Merry Christmas n'stuff!
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Date: 2004-12-25 12:38 pm (UTC)Merry Christmas! ; )
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Date: 2004-12-25 12:47 pm (UTC)That's pretty funny about the swords. They're really cool -- not something I could ever see myself buying and/or wanting, but... still. This'll probably sound weird, but there's something majestic about them that appeals to me. And good luck hiding it from Sister Girl, too -- she seems like the type to find it in your closet because she was snooping through your stuff. Heh.
A "catered" dinner from Olive Garden? Me = v. v. jealous.
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Date: 2004-12-25 03:18 pm (UTC)MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
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Date: 2004-12-25 11:32 pm (UTC)It's just like O. Henry's "Gift of the Magi" except with sharp weapons.
OMG YOUR LOVE IS SO POINTY.
(Is it lame that I x-posted this comment verbatim on Vladimir's journal? And that these entries appear nestled next to each other on my Friends page?)