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[unamaga]

Oh, flist. When I am tired, I am snuggly. *hugs you close*

Right now, I am fuzzy and fluffy, I am so close to being asleep I'm not even sure I'm typing this, PeeWee's playhouse is on, I get to scream at random intervels whenever the the special word is said, and I have completely shirked all responsibility regarding my philosophy homework.

(Um. I have three classes tomorrow, right? What am I even taking? I don't know.)

Life is good and I don't think I could possibly love it more than I do right now. Even though I know I have all of these obligations and problems, it doesn't much matter, considering how lucky I am to know all the beautiful people I know and have all the friends I do. ♥

So, tell me something, sweeties: something about you or your life or if you remember a particular childhood something. Do you have a favorite subject? Have you always loved jazz?

Just--let's have a nice, long talk.

Comments

[writing-light.livejournal.com]

Yay for happy wonderful fuzzy days :D

Let's see, something random about my childhood... When I was little me and my little sister would jump in rain puddles and pretend they took us places. Like Ireland and Disney Land. Also, the picnic table at the park was an elevator that would take us to the moon.

[ericaplease.livejournal.com]

i wanted to be a history major. then i realized i'd never find a job and became an english major instead (which mean i STILL won't find a job, but fuck it, really). and i like potato salad. like, a lot.


i love you too! life is so peachy at this moment, when it's like the internets and lj and no scary problems. and possibly chocolate milk.

except now.. my sister is yelling at me and i want to gouge her eyes out. i feel fat.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

That is the most adorable thing I have possibly ever heard. *warm and fuzzy'd*

[writing-light.livejournal.com]

*cuddles up with you*

[iamzulma.livejournal.com]

ahh. a fond memory i have is of my grandmother and how she had a candy drawer for me and my older sister. she was very poor so sometimes there was nothing in that drawer. she's been dead for over 17 years, but i still cry for her. sometimes i feel her spirit around me. don't know if it's my imagination, but i like to think it's not. ;)

your turn. ;)

[spazzbot.livejournal.com]

Something about me: My imagination keeps me sane. it's always been that way, the only way I can really relax and block out Real Life is to go somewhere else in my head, and I kind of like it that way. even as a wee child I was always somewhere else whenever I got the chance.

childhood thing: when I was wee I loved to perform and sing and dance and act for everyone. so strange because I am completely the opposite now.

sorry, those are kind of lame Random Things but, uh, that's all i got. *snuggles you*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*snuggles!*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*hugs you tight* i'm half-english major too! we can both be jobless bums that write fanfiction. Yaye!

[undecipherable.livejournal.com]

Something about me. Hrm. Well, since you're all snuggly I'll go with something sleep related. The only way I can go to sleep is by playing with my hair. And if I ever share a bed with someone it's really hard for menot to reach over and play with their hair instead. I've done this since I was a baby. My mom told me that when I was really young and shared a bed with her that she'd wake up with her hair tied in crazy knots and a baby fist in the middle of it all.

Also, randomly. I'm left handed. XD

[polyspaston.livejournal.com]

Awww for you!

Ok ok ok. This is a subject we like to call Flying Down The Stairs. Several people I have talked to have done this, and so you have to tell me if you have too :0P

When I was 6 I pushed off from the top step and I swear I glided down to the bottom of the stairs. I thought I could fly. I tried it several times after and it never worked.

Ok so I forgot about this and then one time I was talking about random stuff with my boyfriend. He has this thing where he can walk past a light and it will turn off, incidentally. He does it whilst driving, too, it's dead inconvenient. Ok anyway so he just never believes in anything, but I told him about this stair thing and he goes, man, when I was 6 or 7, I thought I flew down the stairs too. I always thought it was a dream cos I went and told my mum and she told me I was stupid.

So we decided that was odd. Anyway, after that we've found at least 5 other people who reckon they did it too, and nobody believed them at the time so they thought they'd dreamt it and forgotten it.

So the question is this: Do all little children have the ability to fly?!!!!!

It's very Peter Pan. :0P

To be honest I reckon we all just dreamed it, but that's cos I'm an adult now, and Know Better.

"I'm older now."
"And wiser?"
"I hope so."
"We trade our dreams for so called wisdom. I wonder: is it a good exchange?"

Now I have talked the ears off you I shall leave :0D

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*hugs you tight* She sounds like a wonderful grandma, sweetie. I'm sorry you lost her.


My turn? When I was a wee thing, before I can really remember, my mother tells me we were coming home from my great grandfather's funeral, sitting in the back of the limo and I turned to her and pointed at the seat next to me. "BAMPAW!" I said, excitedly, which was what I used to say instead of 'grandpa'. To this day, everyone who was in the car that day maintains that Great Grandpa came to say goodbye to me, since I was the youngest and his favorite.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*cuddles* They're not lame! When I was little, I used to retreat off into my imagination, too. It's why I still read so ridiculously much.

I bet you were adorable. Did you wear a little pink tutu and prance around with a big ol' smile?

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

Awww, for some reason, that is just about the cutest thing ever. Baby!fist knots! CUTE! *snuggles you close*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

I am of the firm belief that ALL children have superpowers. It's a horrifying thought, surely, but just think of it. How else can they manage some of the things they do?

I swear to God I pulled a Neville when I was little and bounced when someone dropped me. My mother once told me they dropped me off the table and I landed firmly on my little ass, unharmed and cooing. Another time, I ran my little red toy car into a tree and rattled a bees nest. The entire nest came and stung me and I just sat there and giggled.

Although, I suppose that could just be me and not all children. I don't know.

[dullemarulle.livejournal.com]

When I was little I loved "gold". I had bags, shoes, skirts, even hats that were in the color gold.
But I couldn't pronounce g's, so I'd call it "dold".

I always wear my hair down. I hate having it up, even if it's just a ponytail.

I can cry over just about every movie or TV show. Yesterday, I turned on the TV, and in this movie, some guy had just died and his wife was crying and then I started crying.
And in RL it takes a lot for me to cry. So weird.

Now you!

[polyspaston.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't, you sound like a scene from My Girl :0P

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*refrains from making cutesy comments about you being precious like gold*

Um, I don't know. Something about me? I am physically incapable of being graceful. A day does not go by when I am not yelling and jumping around from stubbing my toe, or falling over. It's kind of pathetic, but it seems to amuse everyone else, so, *shrug* :D

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*innocent face*

[iamzulma.livejournal.com]

yes, she was a wonderful grandma, indeed. very loving but also very sad. she was a heavy alcoholic and smoker.

i love that sweet memory! BAMPAW! SO CUTE!!! if you felt him near you, then he probably was. ;)

[http://users.livejournal.com/__3amconfession/]

Have you ever had smells that remind you of things you loved? Like, satsuma orange body wash from The Body Shop and my face wash reminds me of Harry Potter (don't ask WHY or HOW, cause I have no clue). I haven't found a smell for Supernatural yet, but moments of things. Like, when I look out a window, driving past fields and such, I think of Sam and Dean on the road. It makes my heart pitter-patter.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

AW, that is beautiful. I love having fandom moments, especially like that. The last time I saw a bag of rock salt on sale in a hardware store, I nearly squealed outloud.

[http://users.livejournal.com/__3amconfession/]

Fandom moments are so great. I have a lot in school, because EVERYTHING reminds me of Supernatural. EVERYTHING.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

ME TOO!