Only because the 'silly' blog was being twp and not letting me post.

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Survey

1. Where is your cell phone?

There.

2. Your significant other?

lol

3. Your hair?

Different.

4. Your mother?

Working.

5. Your father?

MIA

6. Your favorite thing?

Ummmmmm

7. Your dream last night?

Delicious.

8. Your favorite drink?

Tea.

9. Your dream/goal?

Awesomeness.

10. What room you are in?

Mom's.

11. Your hobby?

Film.

12. Your fear?

Failure.

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?

Adventuring.

14. Where were you last night?

Home.

15. Muffins?

Please?

16. Wish list item?

Ability.

17. Where you grew up?

Home.

18. Last thing you did?

Laundry.

19. What are you wearing?

Pyjamas.

20. Your TV?

Off.

21. Your pets?

ADORABLE

22. Friends?

Life.

23. Your life?

Lonely...

24. Your mood?

Inquisitive.

25. Missing some one?

Always.

26. Car?

Negatory.

27. Something you're not wearing?

Glasses.

28. Your favorite store?

Books.

29. Your favorite color?

Any.

30. When is the last time you laughed?

Yesterday.

33. Last time you cried?

Forgotten.

34. Who will resend this?

Nobody.

35. One place that you go to over and over?

Imagination.

36. One person who emails you regularly?

Mom.

37. Favorite place to eat?

Coney.

38. Why you participated in this survey?

Challenge.

39. What are you doing tonight?

Anticipating.

Random

So when my lovely Kindred Spirit was here (like a bajillion years ago, now) we had many epic adventures. The first night he was here, we went for a walk outside and hung out on the cement slab with the mailboxes, just chatting about life and friends. The next day, Picture Guy (yeah, the cause of the basket case) picked KinSpi and I up and we spent the day at the Museum, then ended up at their friend's house where PG's staying for the summer, and finally back at the apartment to watch Kick-Ass on his laptop. (Great movie btw.) Then Thursday morning, KinSpi went home, and there was much mourning in the land. But I get to see him a week from Saturday YAY!

I reread 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' this week. Call me a bad person, but having read that again, when I came across an article about Mary Magdalene and Jesus, the horrible going-to-hell part of me compared them to Bellatrix and Riddle. Oops.

The family reunion a couple weeks ago was fantastic - I actually have faces to put to the names now. Progress! I think the plan is to finally make it an annual thing. Hopefully the beer pong will become a tradition.

Frozen whipped strawberry yoghurt is incredible. Go eat some. Nao.

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Remus

Woo Hoo

Just spent a week in Ohioland. Hotter'n hell, but absolutely fantabulous.

~Got to spend more than five minutes with my newest youngest cousin! Lots of time was spent in the Dora tent - I had to sit down and pull it over me to get inside. We played peekaboo back and forth. Great kid.

~Got to meet a couple of my aunt's friends for lunch. Gave me further proof that there is no such thing as gaining maturity with age. You pretty much stop at high school. Giggity.

~Just got family chill time in general. Some days family can be a royal pain in the rear. The rest of the time, they're the most hilarious, immature, insane group of people I know. I may have my differences with them, but I love them dearly and am 100% thankful God gave me the folks He did.

In other news...

~A friend from college is coming to stay for a couple days! Yay! Let the epic random adventures commence!

~The cause of the basket case will also be involved in said adventures! Yay!...not so much.

That's pretty much it for now - will return with a flowery report of the madcap insanity we all get up to!

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Remus

Yeesh

I'm having a "does not adapt well to change" moment.

It's also a "I've been on a non-depressed high for too long" moment.

In the speak of teh interwebz, it's teh suck.

It's not like I won't get over it, I totally will, and probably wake up tomorrow trying to figure out why I was so mopey. No, you may not call me Myrtle.

Ten points to the House of your choice if you get the reference.

And if this post isn't emo enough, I'm listening to HIM's "Killing Loneliness". Timing certainly is everything.

This post is ridiculous and really needs to stop.

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Remus

May God have Mercy on my Soul

The Wizarding World

Would that I were in Florida today...

I wish I knew why Harry Potter means so much to me. I hear the music and something just wells up inside me. I haven't the foggiest what it is or why. It's just...incredible.

I may or may not embellish this later, we'll see what happens.

Family - the group of people you love to hate

I just hope they're not surprised when I quit spending holidays with them.

Genealogy Meme

Blank meme from RevGalPals; found via CoffeePastor.

1. Do you have any interest in geneaology?

I'd be a pisspoor history major if I had none at all. I love it. It's sort of a recently discovered hobby; I'm pretty shoddy at it and if I go a full hour with absolutely nothing new, I give up for the night. But if I actually start finding new jumping-off points, I could go for several hours.

2. Which countries did your ancestors come from?

Germany, Canada (from France), one or two from Poland, and a few from Prussia.

3. Who is the farthest back ancestor whose name you know?

Julien Beaubien dit Cuillerier. He married a Julienne. Creativity runs in the family, ne?

4. Any favorite saints or sinners in the group?

Technically he's only an uncle (wayyyyy back), but that would definitely be Alexis Cuillerier - accused and acquitted of murder. I have no idea if he really did it.

5. What would you want your descendants to remember about you?

Just them remembering that I was around is good, because that means someone else is doing genealogy, and keeping that going would be really cool.

Bonus: a song, prayer, or poem that speaks of family--blood or chosen--to you.

I can't think of anything off the top of my head, of course. If I think of one or two, I'll edit this.

It's my blog, deal with it

After all the whinging I do around here, you must think I don't mean it. Clearly she doesn't want to change, since she hasn't yet. She keeps carrying on about it, but nothing ever happens.

I want to, mates. I need to. Every time I do something stupid and it comes around to kick me in the ass, the feeling of failure hits lower and lower, the bottom of my stomach falls further and further. Even now my heart is in my throat. I feel like I've been clamoring out of the hole I'm in, but haven't realised that I'm not making progress, only digging away further at the bottom. Maybe I think I'll find more success that way - I don't know. Clearly I don't. I want to succeed, I genuinely do. Not only will I feel better about myself, I'll actually enjoy life. It won't be this horrible, arduous task that I have no choice but to muddle through.

Now that I've left this entry for twenty minutes to calm down a bit, I've developed the beginnings of a plan for success next year. I'll be living in a house, so there will be a couple more options of places to go without actually leaving. Also, over summer (as I hopefully take classes at a local college) I'll work on committing to success and keeping that goal in the forefront of my mind. I think I'll see about looking up motivators (since I've yet to find any that actually work).

Whatever needs to click hasn't clicked yet. It'll be really great when it does. My feet are getting heavy with lead from all the times I've metaphorically shot myself. Time for yet another new mantra...

I will do it next semester. I will achieve academic success. I will. I will. I will. Hell.

I must.

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Remus

Finally

The day has come where I can tell you that I've actually had both the wines in the blog title.

Honestly, I'm not a big fan of either or them. But in their defence, I only had cheap versions.

The champagne was a couple New Years ago, and I was unimpressed. Actually it was sparkling white wine, probably out of California. I have no idea. Meh.

I'm enjoying some reallllly cheap chardonnay as I type. And I mean cheap - it's a step down from boxed wine. The container it's in is reminiscent of the soy milk boxes you can get at Starbucks. I won't call it bad in terms of taste, but it is definitely bad. We opened the bottle-box and could smell it.

Once I can actually go into a store and buy this stuff for myself (shhhhh) I'll try some of the good stuff. Or at least better.

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Remus