There once was a girl

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Okay. Here's the deal. If you're on what I have termed 'heavyfilter', you're already on the flist at the new journal.
If you're not a TiPster I've known for multiple years or I feel like you've been with me since first year - then you are not one of the TiPsters on it.
Princess - if you log into the inziliel journal, you're on the flist.
There are a few others that are on there and not on the heavyfilter. Not many.
Only one or two that I can think of that aren't TiPsters. Because there are no TiPsters on the heavyfilter.
Hmmph.

And, yes, I'm moving before I get a paid account renewal. Because I CANNOT STAND IT ANYMORE. I DO NOT FEEL FREE.

I'm going to go through this flist a few more times, combing everyone who I like having on my flist and switching them. Of course, they'll only be people I trust. This shit is bullshit.

Sometimes I really hate my life.

And sometimes I really love it.

And sometimes I'm just indifferent.

And I don't know right now.

But I want my Chou. Or my Ali. WHO I WILL HAVE ALL WEEKEND IN NEW YORK! WHEEP!

I want a poodle. I would name it Diane.
I want a big black dog. I would name it Jack.
And they would be John Mellencamp fans and Jack would be referred to as Paddles and secretly want to molest the hawt husky next door. Who would be actually named ... um ... hmm. I don't know. But we'd all just call him Moo-ooh-ooh-ny.

I'm on a poll kick.

So. Here is another poll. That makes me happy.

Poll #437030 Between the lines
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: None, participants: 4

Tell me a lie. A fascinating one. One that might even be true.

In the comments, ask me a question. You can also ask a character/someone else in the system - so address your question wisely. Else someone you aren't expecting might answer.
(POM!Honor does count. She's a bit seperate from me.)
Characters - if you know I've written them, take that list and ask away.

Ummmm ... my house smells so yummy - mom made a brunch cake. Ohhhh, so yummy.

I am extraordinarily excited. Oh! And we might be going to the met so we can go to their roof garden and see the gates from a bit above.

Mom and I have been discussing warm clothing. I wish we had blue gloves. Because I am the evil twin. But I'm bringing my poncho which is brown. And I suppose the pants I have on right now. They're nice and warm.

And I have a need to change my shoes because I don't have socks on.

Yes, yes, idiot, idiot, whatever.

I'm going to loan Sophie's World to Anthony.

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That was written this morning before I ran out of the house to church. Am bouncy and splodey and OMGNEWYOOOORK.

I have white grape juice. All is right with the world. I literally gulped one of the jam jar glasses down. Okay, they're not really jam jars, I don't think, at least. They just have Welch's all over them - so I associate them with jam jars. And they're small. They're older than I am, some of them. At least the one I'm drinking out of right now.

This weekend. Me. Mom. Ali. Anthony's mom. NEW YORK, BABY.

I love my life. And my Ali. And my mom. And my GOD. And layers of meaning. Ohhh, layers of meaning.

*bounces*

ETA: It's really rocking to live with the youth pastor because you hear Things. And Stuff. About the Brothers of People.

And the Children of Other People. Multiple Other People.

I am often reminded of just how much I need my Emily.

ALI IS COMING TO NEW YORK WITH ME AND MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love my mom. And Ali's parents. And my grandparents. I AM FULL OF LOVE!

Sorry for popping offline if anyone wanted to talk. Am making plans with mom.

You see, I am going to the city this weekend coming up.

*bounces*

And, yes, that would be NYC. What other city is there?

I am estremely esited.

Art dweebs - there's something in Central Park that is our excuse. Know anything about it? All I know is that the word Saffron is used often in reference to it.

Because me? I am not art dweeb. Which reminds me - Ali: bloody sorry about snapping last night.

Going to the CITY.

I get a cell phone at TiP. Whee. That makes me super happy.

GOD - we need to get in touch with each other about the SECRET PLANS that are entailed as of this moment.

Ohhhhhh, this is going to be fabulous. I am the BRILLIANTEST GIRL IN THE WORLD AND MY MOTHER AGREES!

The only person on the flist that I will likely be calling from TiP is Jill and possibly mon Chou. Jilly because, well, I'M FLYING TO HER AFTERWARDS and mon chou because I find myself missing her desperately almost constantly. I am homesick for Houston. And CHOU AND THE DWARF. BAH.

Oh, wow. Layers of meaning.

I have the urge to sit around chanting "Kill the rebel scum" over and over again. Damn you, Ali, damn you!

I am bouncy and splodey for some reason. Probably because my head is quieting down. And I'm watching for repeats of the drama. My life is cyclical. Which is, of course, frightening.

I have been listening to Harry and the Potters ALL DAY TODAY.

Oh. Mom found the familial cookbook today. Which is happy. My cookbook. Gayle will never get her hands on it. My family. Bah.

Randomly? Someone needs to explain to people (who have very very very gorgeous very yummy omg hot ipods) what WooHoo can also mean.

Ehehehehehehehe. The song that's actually playing now? Same song as when I plugged in the music as I started writing the entry. That wins.

Assigned Program: Knights in Shining Armor
Location: Duke University
Program Dates: Sunday, July 10 - Saturday, July 30