Happy Holydays!!!

Merry Christmas everyone!! ((GLOMPS!)) Hope its a Good One!!!

And for those who have younger relatives who want to know when 'Santa's gonna be here', try here: Norad *chuckles*

[fic] V. Secret Diaries of Heero Yuy

Ever notice that people are suprised by the small things? Like always keeping a handful of coughdrops in your satchel incase you or anyone else needs them? Always puzzled when people seemed so surprised by that. Having an itchy throat and coughing sucks.
Although from a more self-preservation point of veiw, they're not as likely to pass it on to other people if they're not coughing and hacking.

Anyway. Was watching Gundam Wing anime for the first time yesterday, and got about halfway thru the series. (Quatre's Dad just got blown up) Am highly amused by the series. Wu Fei's Dragon Fang really does remind me of a Sock Puppet. Keep waiting for him to have converstations with it. And cannot resist shouting with fiendish glee 'BOOM!' everytime someone shouts 'Gundam desu!'. Because you just know they're about to go boom.
Also keep waiting to see the Gundams freak out like an elephant around a mouse every time I see people next to their feet. Either that or start going 'squishy'. *singsong* Heeeree, buggie buggie buggie...

So had some strange mental pictures while riding today, about Heero's apparent mission to kill himself in as many different ways as he thinks he can get away with it.
Feel very sorry for Duo. Trowa's neat. Freakin' adore Quatre. Wu Fei needs an enema.

( V. Secret Diaries of Heero Yuy )

Favourite Christmas Memory.

My favourite christmas memory is damn odd.
It was a few years ago, just after I had moved out of my folks house. Was working graveyard at the time, Midnight to 8am, and it was really hard to switch my sleep scheduale around, so I simply ended up staying awake all night, listening to the radio and baking banana bread.
It must have been about 2 or 3 in the morning, and one of the older djs was on the air of the local alternative rock station, Rodney on the Roq (radio station is KROQ) and he started talking about one of the oddest christmas' he had ever had.

It turns out he had been doing this DJ thing for the military, about 10 or 15 years back, and had been stuck in this little apartment thing in the middle of Russia, I think. Where ever it was, it was damn cold, and there was nothing else around but snow, snow and more snow. They hadn't left him food or any thing to eat, saying that they were going to pick him up in a few hours.
They didn't.
So he'd been stuck in this little apartment cabin, with some heat, fortunately, but Nothing. To. Do.
He'd gotten so stark raving bored after about half a day that he'd suited up and wandered outside to look in the rubbish bin. There he'd found out that this had happened to another DJ before, only this DJ had taken the oppertunity to sit down and write down everything he had ever done in his life.
EVERYTHING.
Like a confession or something. Evidently, the guy was kinda kinky when it came to... uh, doing stuff in bed. Really kinky shyte. And, having nothing better to do, and feeling like he needed to go to a preist for a confessional afterwards, our DJ read it all.
A day and a half after they dropped him off, they finally remembered him, picked him up and fed him a good dinner and he DJ'ed their Christmas party.
... and a few years later, ran into the same guy who'd written all that stuff at a party in Paris. Talk about awkward.

But it was just really very cool. It was silent outside, not the normal kind of silent where if you just pause, you can hear the city noise buzz in the background, but silent silent. Twilite Zone quiet. Not even cars passing on the street. And it was dark all around except for the golden glow of the kitchen, and it was like nothing else exsisted except for this guy who was out there, by himself as well, telling a cherished memory to a close friend.

Anyway. That's my favourite Christmas memory. ^^;; Like I said, kinda odd.
And I should go to bed now, because we're getting up around 4 am to wrap presents, bake some cookies and then do my favourite/most cherished part of Christmas morning: walking to my folks house before anyone else is awake. *happy purr* But that is for another time.