August 8th, 2002


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It's JC's birthday. It's JC's birthday. It's JC's birthday.

How sad am I? I have a total stranger's birthday marked in my daytimer.
YES! I'm that sad! Sadder is - I doubt he has mine in his. :o)

All right, back to being 11 for a minute:

Okay - If you were the one and only fan selected to throw a birthday shindig for JC;
1) where would you have it? (not too extravegant, remember - you have to save, because...yes.)
2) who would you invite? (for this - any and all celebs are available because, after all, it IS JC Chasez, right?!)
3) what would you wear? (the press would be there, but remember the budget.)
4) what would you say to him? (there wouldn't be any witnesses, not even Barbara Walters.)
5) what sort of present would you buy him? (it cannot be clothing or hats.)
6) what sort of food would you have served/catered at this shindig?

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the unexplained

Have you ever noticed that 'things' can always be explained away if you have a cat.
Oh the cat knocked it over. Oh the cat must have brushed against you. Oh the cat always...
Oh the cat....yeah, right, the cat.
I woke up in the middle of the night last night thinking it was raining outside.
Which is really nice because I love to listen to the rain when I'm just lying in bed waiting to fall asleep. I find it relaxing and nostalgic and romantic and shut up this is my story, okay.

Insert typical story opener here:

"I don't know what woke me but..."
What I thought was a gentle, middle-of-the-night rain outside my bedroom window was actually coming from inside the apartment and not outside my window.
I got up to investigate - incase there's a sprung leak in the kitchen or bathroom, or maybe from another suite in the building or something.
I swear I don't know how...[skeptics this is your cue to yell "the cat!"] but I've got one of those cd/tape/ ghetto blaster thingies in my bedroom that sits on an old beat up desk. The dang thing was running - the tape player part (which I never use) was whirring around empty. The steady sound from its little motor sounded like rain. I have no idea how it turned on {skeptics:*cough*cat*cough*}by itself. It was kinda creepy. And weird, 'cause, I usually get all bugged out about 'things that go bump in the night' but last night it just had a weird calming effect on me. I felt peaceful if that makes any sense. When I turned off the tape deck, the machine felt warm (skeptics:probably because it had been running for who knows how long) and I just crawled back into bed and fell asleep. I didn't feel like there was something 'bad' there or any weird 'energy' floating around my room. But I thought about it this morning and it almost felt like someone 'dearly departed' who loved me very much had paid an unexpected visit. Was checking up on me sort of and wanted me to know that. I feel 'looked-over' this morning. Like maybe what it would feel like if you knew you had a guardian angel or something?
Skeptics are still waving the cat theory around, aren't they. And speaking of cat...Gee! the last time I saw her [dakota, meet LJ, LJ meet dakota] was when I went to bed last night - there was not a whisker to be seen this morning. hmmmm, I wonder if 'the-thing-under-the-bed' got her? PennyWise wouldn't fit under my bed, would he? *eep!*
Nah! I'd have felt a Pennywise if there had been one.

And this wasn't as scary as the other times I've woken up to the television coming on in the living room - but that's another story for another time.

::what was that?!:: :O|
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