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Feb. 23rd, 2010 12:32 amThings I Am Not Allowed to do Before Bed
- Watch any Gaius/Caprica scene that could conceivably make me too overjoyed with them to actually sleep. Which is basically just the finale but do you know how often I think, about forty-five minutes before bed, 'Oh, I should pop in the finale and just watch the shippy scenes?' ALL THE DAMN TIME. And I've done it before, and it always ends with me getting all verklempt with joy and happiness like Dolly Parton wished it on me or something and it's just awful, especially when I am finally recovering from the cold that lay waste to my vocal cords this weekend.
In other news, my house got broken into today. Apparently some guy kicked in our garage door- not breaking the lock or the steel door, mind you, but actually breaking the door frame, and walked on into my house. Walked right past my father's laptop, which was sitting on the dining room table, and out my front door, because the alarm went off and apparently he got so scared he left without taking anything. It is at once incredibly bizarre (I live in a really safe, low key, family-oriented little suburb,) incredibly funny (he like... walked through my house! without taking anything! also, he kicked in the door, who was it, the Hulk?) and incredibly unsettling (there was a stranger in my house.) Thankfully, no one was home, and nothing was stolen and none of our animals were hurt and all my parents need to do is replace the garage door but it's so weird.
- Watch any Gaius/Caprica scene that could conceivably make me too overjoyed with them to actually sleep. Which is basically just the finale but do you know how often I think, about forty-five minutes before bed, 'Oh, I should pop in the finale and just watch the shippy scenes?' ALL THE DAMN TIME. And I've done it before, and it always ends with me getting all verklempt with joy and happiness like Dolly Parton wished it on me or something and it's just awful, especially when I am finally recovering from the cold that lay waste to my vocal cords this weekend.
In other news, my house got broken into today. Apparently some guy kicked in our garage door- not breaking the lock or the steel door, mind you, but actually breaking the door frame, and walked on into my house. Walked right past my father's laptop, which was sitting on the dining room table, and out my front door, because the alarm went off and apparently he got so scared he left without taking anything. It is at once incredibly bizarre (I live in a really safe, low key, family-oriented little suburb,) incredibly funny (he like... walked through my house! without taking anything! also, he kicked in the door, who was it, the Hulk?) and incredibly unsettling (there was a stranger in my house.) Thankfully, no one was home, and nothing was stolen and none of our animals were hurt and all my parents need to do is replace the garage door but it's so weird.
