lucy

*EDIT*
My cutiepie housemate SylvrFalkon just joined the site, he's new, so I'd really appreciate it (and I'm sure he would too) if you guys popped by his profile and said hi.
Go do it...or I'll bite you....and it won't be a sexy bite.

Oh so tired....
...I went out for dinner with my roommates tonight to Eastside's. Ate veal parmesan and then realized why I don't eat beef when I bit into it and almost retched from the taste. I'm not a vegetarian, but beef is just so gross...so I spent the rest of the meal pushing it around my plate disgustedly, poking at it with my fork.
ANd then I ate it.
I woke up from a nightmare last night around 4 am and couldn't sleep. I have this obsessive love for horror movies, even though I know they scare me to death and I get bad nightmares. And of course, zombie movies are my favorites, so last night I dreamt that zombies followed me home through the shortcut to my place and tried to bite me and all of my friends and roomies got bitten and I had to hit them in the head with a shovel...this isn't the first time I've had nightmares about zombies being on that path...it's so creepy, hence the reason I have dubbed it the zombie woods. I hate taking that path at night...it's really stupid that I walk home through a seedy part of Toronto at around 3 am by myself, I'm waiting for the day I see a body in the creek...but for some odd reason, I'm never afraid of the things that could logically hurt me. Serial killers and sadists?? Bah. Crazy sociopathic rapists? They don't scare me. Large gangs of toughs wielding god-knows-what as weapons and wanting my purse? I can take 'em. But zombies and clowns...they scare the crap outta me. My logic and common sense are always at odds with my baser instincts. Like, I will be walking home and hear a noise, and my logic will tell me that it's just the squirrel in the tree above me jumping from branch to branch, but my adrenalin kicks in and a booming voice inside me screams "ZOMBIE!!!! RUUUUUUUUN!!!"
My roomie walked home with me today and laughed at me when I told her why I wanted her to walk in front of me. But I'll be the one laughing when she gets her brains eaten out by a hungry zombie and transforms into one of the living dead.
...I spilled soup on my hand today and it's all blistery and painful and my boss laughed at me for hurting myself...so I threatened to hurt him. And then he just kept laughing....why can I never appear vicious or menacing? I'm six feet tall. I'm strong. I took kickboxing and wrestling and swordfighting. But everyone just looks at me as if I'm a cute little kitty who has been declawed...but I love my boss anyway. Joe is so incredibly awesome....
...I'm really random today...
....I'm also really affectionate today, for some odd reason. I want to be cuddled and kissed...but I have nobody to cuddle me...*sigh*
*reads over what she just wrote*
*blinks*
I'm starting to not make any sense even to me, so I'm going to end this rant with an adieu and kisses to all of my friends and fans.
Love you all.
~Lucy

*UPDATE!!!UPDATE!! I HAVE NEW PICTURES UP!!!*