Here is a hodgepodge entry.

[schmerica]

+ tom kha gai, the food of the gods
+ Ray Kowalski
+ only two months left until graduation!
+ my comfy comfy bed
+ the story etben and I started plotting out on Friday
+ visiting roz_mcclure next week
+ the cuteness of David Tennant as the Doctor. (With his little glasses, and his sneakers, and awwww.)
+ fox1013 and hobbledehoy. Just in general.

I had more things I meant to put in that list, but I've forgotten what they were.

I find myself in one of those moods where I want to change everything and trim and clean and neaten it. Last night I got the urge to get rid of all my icons. I figure this is one of the things that is probably a passing urge I should not submit to, but if I keep feeling this way long enough, I might give in and see if I can trim down to just 20 or so that I really want to keep to express myself.

If I still feel edgy like this after that, maybe I'll erase all my lj interests and start from scratch.

I have noticed an annoying trend to my dreams lately. They seem to be all set-up, and never get to the good part! I have dreams about finally getting to a break, and having lots of vacation of excitements, except I only get the planning and annoying details and awful travel soul-killing bits, and wake up before the fun part. Or I dream about all the awkward stupid bits of dating and association with boys, without ever getting to the smooching. Not on, dreamscape. Not on at all.

I keep listening to the same eight Mountain Goats songs on repeat over and over and over and over. I need mooooooooooore. Help me, people! Help!

Elizabeth Taylor is bored of your shenanigans.

Comments

[brooklinegirl.livejournal.com]

heeeeeeeeeeee. omg. You NEED a clever person to make that an icon for you. *nods firmly* I love how EASY you are, pearl. YAYS for Doctor Who!

and we miss you TOO, pearl! SO MUCH.

(omg, I JUST NOW realized that your subject line is not, in fact, "Here is a hedgehog entry." I was confused, b/c a) I was WONDERING where the hedgehogs were, and b) curious as to how you had overcome your hedgehog fear!)

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Look, it's not FEAR exactly! It's just ... worried discomfort. I save my FEAR for the real enemies.

(Which is to say: squirrels. Oh, god, Tracey, promise me you'll never have a Squirrel Jamboree? A Beaver Jamboree would be okay, I guess, except our heads would explode from too many dirty jokes at once. Nutria Jamboree?)

[kristiinthedark.livejournal.com]

OMG, you too? I read it the same way! I was all, HEDGEHOGS! Where are they!?!

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

This is a hedgehog free zone!

[kristiinthedark.livejournal.com]

HEE! OK, I will know next time!

*cries for the hedgehogs*

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Aww, I am sure the hedgehogs will be much happier away from me, anyway! They are very safe and happy over at Tracey's place.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Also, I was just looking up hedgehogs because I wasn't sure whether or not they were rodents? (Answer: they're not, but porcupines are.) And the first sentence my eyes landed on was this:

They give off a distinctive musky odor, produced by anal glands.