nap-faced

Right now I am a napface. We got back from bi-mart and I had a coffee with me and everything but I just went into my room and passed out on the bed. It was impressive cos I still had my shoes on. And it was under the window at 3:00 in the afternoon, when the sun is right outside said window. So that explains why the back of my hair and my shoulders and neck are all sweaty. Garr. This place is so freaking hot and I has so much haiirr in my face all the time.

I'm reading, oh fuck why not link it, orange_souffle over on livejournal, where cult_sbp (FINDITYERSELF) recommended it. It's like Shoebox Project, a little more letter-centered, not nearly as in-detail or awesome, but still pretty awesome. Also there is much Kingsley Shacklebolt and Frank Longbottom, it is most enjoyable. Good times. I'm read the archives but I don't think they've updated in a few months which is not on as Prongs or Padfoot would say.

Err what else. I just finished my mucho delicioso coffee. Some sort of hazelnut chocolate thing from Pony Expresso. Which is what I usually get anyway. Mom and I have Two Rules of Coffe. 1. It cannot taste like coffee. This is mostly Mom's rule, since she Cannot Stand Coffee. But I like a little hint or taste of expresso. 2. It must be cold. And actually, that one should be first, because Nobody Likes Hot Coffee. Listen. We have been at Starbucks in 40 degree weather and pondering the hot chocolate and hot coffee and HAVE STILL gone and ordered a Frappacino. It's been snowing and we've been...meh, iced, please. Hot coffee is icky and uncomfortable and anyhoodles we don't go to Starbucks anymore, not when the So Much More Deliciouser and Less Expensive Pony Expresso is down the street. ALSO. They have Irish Cream flavoring. Starbucks DOES NOT CARRY IRISH CREAM flavoring. We went there and were all, err Irish Cream Mocha plzkthnks and they were like AHAHAH WE LAUGH AT YOU. They are hipster snobs and laugh at us when we order mediums. FuckyouSTARBUCKS. Also Pony Expresso is brilliant, they're nice and they put pretty stickers on the coffees they give you and are local and have delicious Drink of the Day and Drink of the Weeks. Well, usually. We have learned, through Experiments, that Almond is Not Good. Almond flavoring. I like hazelnut and toffeenut and english toffe and Irish Cream and Kahlua (flavoring not the alc.) and Mom likes those, cept for hazel nut, and peppermint. I like peppermint but weirdly enough only in winter. It is a thing, I think. Also the Starbucks folk, if you ask them what's good, they will say basically what they are told whereas Local Coffe Folk actually tell you what's good. It's refreshing. I'm getting sick of my usual iced-mocha-breve-please-with-irish-cream-flavoring-thanks. AhWELL.

What ELSE oh not much I've been randomly capitalizing words and only SORT OF looking forward to school again, only because then I will not have to work. Grr what's wrong with meh.

Did you know, my job involves an almost shocking amount of nothing? No complaining here but today I spent a good 30 minutes cutting out nature-related pictures out of magazines (also we had to search Natural Geos for Inappropriate Pictures. Some naked one in one of them and another where Lions Were Ripping Other Animals to Bit, which I decided was wholly unwholesome for kids and promptly confiscicated it so I could take it home. Whereupon I forgot it, it is still sitting on that counter, I will get it tonight.) and fashioning a little booklet. And yesterday. We watched The Tale of Despereaux. French bastard mouse. I did not like it so much. And tonight we are doing Another Movie, oh good fun what-ho. Friday was Sock Puppets. Whatthehell yes. I could write an ESSAY on how not-industrius I was this summer. HAVE YOU SEEN MY ROBOT i made a robot YES well more like a model of a robot, he is adorable, I shall have to take a picture and post it. It's a sad robot, because I don't trust robots and if they have feelings at all they ought to be guilt and sadness. I really don't, trust robots I mean, and it's not just Terminator what instilled this in me. (Although most of it is Terminator.) My dad pretty much raised me to believe this, that Robots Will Gain Intelligence and Overtake the Human Race. I don't know where he got this. West World. I think. WHICH WAS A GOOD MOVIE. Robots Uprising and all that. I AM PRETTY SURE.

See now I'm bored and HUNGRY and BORED and there is NOTHING to do or ANYONE to talk to since I HAVE NO FRIENDS on the whole and in general WHO LIKE ME or WHO I DON'T HATE and it is too HOT for YARN-related things. mmfn.