By Golly

So things are fun and exciting here in Amandaland. Jeremy is visiting, as I guess he needed a vacation or whatever, and he is going to reinstall XP on my god-forsaken crippled computer! How terrific! Also the pollen is out in the fullest force imaginable. All red cars turn orange this time of year, and while we were out and about, dining at a Gold Star Chili in Ripley, Ohio --- let me pause a moment so that all of you readers in the audience from Ripley, Ohio, can stand up and cheer for a while... -- at Gold Star I noticed that the air outside was yellow and dusty looking. The breezes were heavily pollinated, and I felt the inside of my nose and sinus cavities and such just start swelling. It was amazing.

Also worthy of note, in the good way - the boyfriend and I bought a pet ferret on Sunday which we have named Huxley. He is about 7 weeks old I think. He's still over at the boyfriend's home and I shall go back over there for ferret-bonding purposes once Jeremy goes back to Indianapolis. Which is at the end of the week I think.

I have been watching Father Ted at an obsessive rate. For those of you not in the know, Father Ted is the best television show ever made. It is Irish and about priests and it's wonderfully written and I love it oh god I love it so much. Just go and watch it right now, all of you. Hmm.. This is why I don't write real reviews, I guess. Ah well.

Actually I'm being too distracted by this show that I cannot possibly remember anything else to talk about.

Oh - just so you know, the ferret is really tiny and cute with really pretty silvery/grey fur and a blaze and white paws and everything cute like that. Yay!

It Feels Like Summer Already!

Well, it is Mid-April here in the world, and in Cincinnati, Ohio, that means the flowers are SO out. All over. They have actually been out for some time, but this is technically their peak, I think. And the trees have little tiny leaves on them. The grass is really green. The insects are out in obnoxiously full force. And my bedroom has become ungodly hot.

That's right. Every year without fail, from mid-April until sometime in October, my room becomes the hottest room in the whole damned house. I don't know why this is, so I just attribute it to the Gypsy Curse.

It was only 77F outside today. It was really lovely, in fact. But it is nearly 90F in my room. My fan is on and my windows are open and still the air stagnates and gets ever hotter as the day progresses. In fact, I believe the hottest point in my room is around 8 or 9pm, so it will get even hotter as the sun sets.

This explains my really short and mildly retarded way of writing today. I just ran cold water over my wrists and face because I was overheating dramatically. My head was actually pounding, I assume because my brain was swelling and cooking inside the easy bake oven that is my skull. That part feels better for the moment, but all of the water just evaporated moments ago, and I can feel my head getting hurty again.

In years gone by, I usually have just moved to the guest room on the second floor all summer, as it seems to be about 30 degrees cooler than my own room for some reason. And yeah, we have air conditioning here. So I have no idea why my room of all rooms feels like it is built right on an open mouth to Hell. I mean, again, other than that damn Gypsy Curse.

Stupid gypsies.

Anyway, I am far too busy sweltering and complaining and experiencing brain damage to be able to really do much of anything else. I have heard that Jeremy may be updating tonight or tomorrow with a reader submission, maybe, and an article from xv (gasp!) and also the official writer submission guidelines. Hurrah! Also, I have located Mia Tyler's Yahoo Instant Messenger ID (which is extraordinarily easy to do, I just needed to look at her site. And I don't remember why I was ever even there BUT I WAS). So I requested that she accept me as a friend and add me to her list and let me add her to mine. I promised her I was not a scary person and was just seeing how approachable she is. So far no response.

I might care more if I weren't so concerned with my own well-being. My headache is back. So I shall wrap this up and take a bath in icewater for a few hours.

Well, Another Week Has Passed By

I know that a lot of you keep online journals because you are the types who enjoy recording your thoughts and dramas in a way that other people can read it. I imagine that it must be really easy for you guys to make entries fairly regularly, and willingly, of course.

I am one of those people who would not be keeping an online journal if I had been left to my own devices. But instead, we thought it might be entertaining if we blogged for you guys who like to read things we write, or whatever. But I must say that I find it difficult to think of things to talk about sometimes. I strongly suspect that the other writers have a hard time, as well. Specifically xv bones, who will be destroyed if he puts it off for much longer.

So, what has happened to me in the past week? Why, I was cursed by my 92 year old four-and-a-half foot tall grandmother on Easter. She was whining about the cruelty of aging and said "look what you have to look forward to when you are 92, Amanda." I said that I doubted I'd make it to that age, and she snapped her head my way, fixed me with a cold, piercing gaze, and said "Oh YES you will." And I felt that vague sense of panic that you get when you hear an Absolute Truth or when you are literally cursed.

Thanks, Grandma!

Well, at least you guys can look forward to at least 67 more years of me blogging! Hooray!