Late, but: Talk Like a Pirate Day, eh? [And other things, including story updates, and Sean Penn...]

Sean Penn, I love you.

My mom and I are watching "Friends," and it's one of the episodes that he guest-stars in. He's so cute.

My affinity for older men will be my downfall someday, I'm sure of it.

Or, as my mom just said, "You lookin' for a sugar daddy, or something?"

No, I'm not. But my friend, K, is. So if any of you know where she can find one, pass his whereabouts along to me so I can then pass them to her. She will be appreciative of the efforts, I'm sure.

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I never did talk about what I did for National Talk Like a Pirate Day, I realized. That's because it fell on the same day as the fire-walking, so my journal from that day was all about that experience, instead.

I didn't do too much, but it was more fun this year than usual simply because most of my roommates also celebrate it, and we spent most of the day running around the house and having our everyday conversations with British accents, with pirate jargon peppered in. I took a bar of soap, and wrote, "HONK IF YE BE A PIRATE (YARR!)" on my car's back windshield, with "AVAST!" on one back window and "ARRG!" on the other. Because truly, I am twenty-one years old and very much a mature young lady.

I also dressed up, but only a bit. I had my military / pirate-esque jacket on over one of my corsets, at least. And hey, it was better than nothing. Becca and Chelsea also dressed up pirate-y, which was nifty.

Matt met my parents after the fire-walking. I had to smack my father - twice - to keep him from saying anything mean to him. When we left, my father caught my attention and mouthed, "Is he a FLAMER?" to me. At least he waited until Matt was already out the door, ugh. Of course, that Matt had that huge, noticeable, bright-yellow bumper-sticker on the back of his car that proclaimed "I ? Roadhead" probably didn't help matters.

Also, I discovered something about the neighborhood I'm now living in. After the sun goes down, you can't walk for more than a block here without at least two different people trying to sell you weed. But it's all good. That's the mark of an okay neighborhood. It's when you're being offered crack that you know you need to turn back.

Good to know.

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I'm almost finished with the next chapter of No Man's Land. It's a little awkward, because I'm writing the band members of Mindless Self Indulgence into things, and yet Gerard is with an OC, Jackie Flores, right now. It's weird, because to write Lyn-Z into it is...difficult. I don't want to inadvertently turn her into the "villain," even though it's not my intention, because if she's even perceived as the slightest threat to Gerard and Jackie, then the readers will take her as such. Erg.

Speaking of Awkward (oh yeah, I'm sly), Audrey T. is a talented beast, and the next chapter is coming along swimmingly. I'm stoked for it. Are you guys stoked for it? Because I'm stoked for it. Yeah. Stoked.

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I found my iPod, by the way! It was hiding out at my parents' house. For shame, iRene. And don't you ever scare me like that again!

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Also, a note to one of my roommates: if you're going to pick up a girl and bring her home, a little warning would be nice. I didn't need to...hear those things, last night. If I would have known about it beforehand, I would have gone upstairs and hung out in my own room, instead of in the living room, which is right above your basement room. Because...ew.

'Kay, thanks.

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