Elton Nius

Despite my previous behavior, I am starting to feel like the only adult at the party.

You can rile up Anonymous as much as you want, sweetheart, but I'm not giving back those hideous pants.

So there.

I had the weirdest dream about some mildly disturbing things. Though I think my definition of 'disturbing' probably doesn't match up with everyone else's at the moment.

( Message for D )

I get the distinct impression that I've missed something.

But I don't know what.

I'm probably just imagining things.

Hate it anyway.

So where is this controversial new kid? Don't tell me the Witch got to him already; wouldn't that be a shame?

( Private )

[American McGee's Grimm - King Midas]

wanted to embed the damned thing, but it wouldn't let me skip to the right time if i did it that way. psh.

lolz

the untarnished version of the tale is available ( part 1/4, of course), and lasts have the video. it is equally hilarious.

I've got the AC turned up all the way just to give me an excuse to use this blanket.

Twilight Zone has been on since this morning; it's mesmerizing, and they haven't even been especially good episodes.

Have you ever woken up and just felt...weird? Not in a sick sort of way, since we all know I don't do illness. Just. Weird. It's what's kept me on the couch all day watching this Worst Episode collection.

On the plus side, I've taught Elvis how to bring me drinks.

Anyway. I realize that I haven't been too great with all the emails and the text messages and the replying to said things since I got back from Canada. Sorry. It's just sort of...slipped my mind, yeah? So, if I've missed anything important, do let me know, if it's not too late, and I'll do my best to sort it out.

I think I was supposed to meet people? Er. Yeah. Let's try the messages again, eh?

~A

I miss snow.

And Cheetos.

It's a good thing that I don't really need to attend classes to pass, otherwise I'd be SOL right now. Ha.

I've noticed rather belatedly that I don't have any clothes fit for winter weather. Sort of funny when you think about it; didn't occur to me at all until I decided I was going to start packing. Whoops.

Oh well. I'll just go shopping along the way. Give those poor retail workers something to savor for the rest of the day when I ask them how my ass looks in the latest pair of tight, pre-aged jeans. Happy Winter Holiday.

Recent studies have shown that attractive people get less of a hassle on this, the most horrible shopping weekend until the end of December. On average, anyway. Expectant mothers, parents with toddlers, and children from the ages of 3 to 14 still haven't figured out they aren't special yet.

That being said, I was disappointed with the selection. So now I'm watching one of those Home Shopping networks, but I think that's even worse. They're just so...perky and enthusiastic about every damn thing they're trying to sell. Even the people who are just along for the ride with their product. It makes it all seem very contrived; I'd be more inclined to buy things if you didn't smile so much. If every item wasn't that one thing that I can't live without!

It's creepy.

And listening them talk about electronics? Painful.

I keep getting emails about 'Cyber Monday'. I can't help but feel as though this shopping holiday was just added this year in an attempt to get people to spend more money that they don't have at the moment. Stores are relentless.

Could it be time for another beer? I think it is.

&hearts

Halloween is approaching. No matter what pop culture icon is the most in demand at this time of year, there's still far too many people wandering around in togas. Caesar? Really?

You know what a toga says about you? That you waited until the last minute and just don't care. For shame.

( Message for D )

[Colossal Apollo Statue Unearthed in Turkey]

So I suppose I should think about heading back now after being gone for the better part of a month. Bet you all had a blast, eh? Something oppressive filtering out of the air the further I get from Miami, right?

Then again, Hades is still around, so maybe it's not clearing up as much as you'd hope.

I'd ask if you missed me, but I have a feeling I might get some nasty answers, so I won't.

Be back in a couple days; try not to be too excited.

Ta~

Ominous, eh?

[Thousands Flee Wildfires in Greece]

Tallahassee? Boring. A lot of parks, though; those were nice.

I thought about renting a car for the next trip, but found I'm just to lazy to drive six and a half hours. So I'm just gonna hitchhike until, you know, that gets annoying, and then I'll resort to buses again.

So far, not bad. A lot of older women stopping to pick me up. I don't know, maybe I remind them of their kids, or they're hoping I'll be so thankful I'll fuck them so they won't feel like shriveled up old bags anymore. Or maybe it's Elvis. Either way, I gotta get this one to pull over soon; hungry.

Charleston or bust? I hear it's nice there this time of year.

Note to self: Buy another change of clothes and a bigger backpack.

I got a new phone; it checks my email, surfs the internet, keeps my appointments, plays music, and does the laundry. Cause there's an Ap for that.

This keyboard though. Man. It's not that much easier to type with. I would know, because I'm doing it right now.

Anyway. I'm on this bus. I think it's going to Tallahassee. Is there even anything interesting up there? I've never been.

My hand is cramping; not a good sign. Not a good sign at all. I figure I'm going to be on here for awhile longer, so...obnoxious passenger stories later.

D. Sweetheart. Don't let the party wreck the house; I know that I said I miss the condemned building look, but you shouldn't have to live in that. &hearts

PS. I told them Elvis was one of those dogs for people with disabilities and they believed me. Ha.

Did you ever mail something, and then, halfway back to your doorstep, you stop and think "What the FUCK is wrong with me?"

Yeah, it's one of those days. At least it's mail, and if it turns out badly I won't have to face anyone directly.

This is what happens when you stay up for two days straight to write a stupid essay for a ridiculous class; I swear the professor is a cougar. She keeps glancing at me and licking her lips. Maybe if I was desperate for the grade...

Giving that chick lessons again today. Still not convinced I'm not wasting my time, but she brings me muffins. Whatever.

It's raining and I don't care; I remember when I cared.