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Whistling While I Work... Sort of... written @ 5:53 PM on August 08, 2002 Today was an all get-out lazy day. First of all, I didn't exactly get up until 11:15ish... I didn't have breakfast until noon... um, yeah. And then I entertained myself for two hours on the Yahoo! religious chatrooms. Bigots are scary, indeed, but these people were nuts. It's amazing God lets them walk the earth. The one thing about arguing your way through a "moron-a-thon" is that once you close that chatroom window, it sure makes you feel grateful about yourself and thank the good Lord you're not one of those people. After dusting the house some and ending my run of the moron-a-thon (I won, I should think, but bigots are a stubborn lot), the next hour or so of the afternoon is blank on my memory. I have no idea what happened, but somewhere along the lines I decided to do something halfway constructive. That was to start packing for Move Out-In Day, like, next Saturday. I pretty much packed all 25 of the books I intended to read over the course of the year (yeah, like *that* will happen), and I packed up my entire CD collection, hippie music and all. God knows what I'm going to listen to between now and next week. I'm debating whether or not I should take my coffee table art books. Altogether it's like hauling 75 pounds (not kidding) right there, but I'm not taking any art history classes this year. I think I'll hold off after all. And I guess I'll continue my cleaning quest. At this point, things seem almost as hopeless as destroying the One Ring in the Cracks of Mount Doom. I'll clean the basement last of my art supplies-- there are spiders the size of Gollum down there. It's so nice that everyone in the posse seems to be signing on for a diary. I think that will be the most convenient way of keeping touch. I saw a hummingbird last night. It was beautiful. I thought it was an oversized bee at first but then my eyes registered what it was when it stopped before the flowers in the backyard. Then I twitched, because that's what I do when I see hummingbirds in light of the fact that I was attacked by one when I was younger. This one really did look like Flit from "Pocahontas." When it finished with the flowers, it stopped at a safe distance in front of me and stared at me for a while. It really was something amazing, but I was totally in one of my "let's-be-one-with-the-earth" moods last night. And why? Because I had just burned "The Last Unicorn" soundtrack to a CD, and I was on freaking Cloud Nine. Yes, that was a reason to have a "let's-be-one-with-the-earth" moods. Okay, time to go back to cleaning. I'll write again when I have something more dastardly important to say.
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