Amanda
05 June 2009 @ 10:38 pm
Thank you to everyone who gave me birthday wishes, you guys are awesome!

So I'm in Interior BC right now, visiting a family friend with my parents. I'm using a Mac and the keyboard is really annoying and hard to use. (Along with everything else, I mean srsly this is like the most pointlessly annoying and inconvenient interface EVAR. But I digress...)

So it's been nice and hot here for the past week, around 35 C, which I think is 96F? Just beautiful weather. Me and my mom went up to the lake the other day and had a picnic lunch before I went to work. Also, I would like to point out that British Columbians are way tougher than Texans because we don't have air conditioning in every house/building/vehicle. My family's idea of air conditioning is "open all the windows and close the blinds." We drove five hours today in a car with no air conditioning. And I kind of got sunburned from the open windows. So there.

Okay so I hate to admit it, but I kind of have a crush on the guy from Paranormal State. I don't know what it is, cause he's all melodramatic about demons and shit and he's not even really that cute, but still. I think it's just the fact that the people he visits are all scared of ghosts in their house and then Ryan comes in all calm and informative and they're like "You're here and everything is going to be okay!" See, I want that. I want Ryan to tell me my night terrors are demons trying to take my soul and I'll be like "OMG! ;_;", but then he'll be like "No, it's alright, I'll burn some sage over you and speak in Latin and everything will be fine." And then I fall into his nerdy, ghost-busting arms and we makeout.

Okay seriously when did this post become an elaborate fantasy about Ryan Buell? Because it did not start out that way. Anyway, I think I should fake a haunting and make scary pirate ghost noises with a piece of cheese and a comb all Scooby Doo style so that PRS will come to my house and I can makeout with Ryan Buell. Sounds like a plan.

U guise I need to come up with a name for my kink. Earlier I said "damsel in distress", but I don't always want to be rescued, sometimes I want to be menaced, but not in a hurty whips and chains kind of way, more like a pinned against a wall like in every one of my fics kind of way. Manly man fetish? 1940s life fetish? Big guy who's sometimes an asshole, but also adores me and puts up with me hanging off him all the time and even when he's yelling at me for being a stupid c-word I'm like "yay attention!" and then we move to Russia and I don't have to work fetish? That seems like a mouthful.

Well I'm going to go see what everyone is up to downstairs, I think they're about ready to do to bed. Perhaps I should do that also. Goodnight, lj peeps!