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Guys, I’m a Hermit now.

Earlier, whilst taking a shower, I had a life-changing realization. It had come about while having a mini existentialist crisis, after failing to find anything good on the Telly (gosh. Now I’m British as well?), and being forced to watch, not for the first time, Eccleston’s Cybermen episodes. It really was nothing big, just the usual “why does my life depend do greatly on the Doctor?” and “Why can’t those damned Cybermen just Delete themselves?” and of course, “Why does the planet hate me, and refuse to play good stuff on the Telly?”. The fact that I was having a meltdown over Televison Programing, and the lack of good re-runs made me realize something that has the Cat Lady Homebody part of me throwing a Mind Cat and Fictional Characters BFFs-infested party, while my Chick YA Fic/Actual Book Deprived part is contemplating just throwing herself off a cliff or locking herself up in Wuthering Heights. I haven’t left the house since I got back, except to catch up with Danny, and then with Maddy and Elizabeth. And on Saturday, I left the house for a Wonderful Road Trip to the Home Depot, to pick up a gallon of paint.*

I have officially(well, not quite…)become a HERMIT.

*I haven’t left the house since! I haven’t talked to my friends (because I’m grounded…) nor have I hung out with them, and I haven’t been to the public Library to pickup the wonderful Maureen Johnson book The Name of the Star, mainly because I’ve been too lazy to do so.

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Michael Phelps is a Super Human and I got a Yellow Fever Shot

Guys, I don’t mean to brag, but today I got the Yellow Fever Shot and I lived to tell the tale. I got a (tiny) needle stuck in my arm, and a virus/bacteria thing (Oh, my Bio teacher must be so proud right now…) injected into my bloodstream, and I SURVIVED. I feel like freaking Loki of Asgard, or Rory Williams or something.

Also, Michael Phelps is a Super Human. He’s the person with the most Olympic Medals ever! I mean, 19 Olympic Medals! This coming from a person who’s deathly afraid of needles, and can hardly walk on flat ground! Much less a treadmill!

When my sister and I heard about the his little piece of news via the Colombian newscast (in which they pronounced his name Michel…) last night we were sent into a fangirling frenzy. It was the silent kind, of course given that they were also talking about the Colombian athletes who are also doing impressively well, and oil prices, and the declining popularity of our Prez. We have been Phelps Phans (you see what I did there, right? ;)) since the Beijing Olympics, and since my sister has fallen slightly in-love with him. Then again she also fell in love with a European tennis player she saw on 60 Minutes and Eli Manning and the Hemsworth Brothers… (yes, Thor is better looking than his little brother, Veronica. No, I’m not kidding…).

Anyways, we hope THE SHARK, as I’m told he’s been labeled continues to do wonderfully in these London Olympics, and that he continues to rack up medals he will then conserve in little bags he keeps outside his gas-chamber-esque bedroom. We are very proud of him, although obviously not anywhere nearly as proud as his mother, Debby. (I love that Subway commercial of the two of them!)

You, dear reader, should also be extremely proud of me, because I DIDN’T CRY at the Red Cross Chamber of Torture (ie: Immunization). Also, my cousin would like the universe to know that he too, got the Yellow Fever Shot as well as the Tetanus Shot. Oi, Cybermen! One of your kind is currently sitting next to me! He’s the one that got the shots!♦

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