Information Leak!

So, my boyfriend has a Mactop. We both use it. I love it. I can browse the net on my stomach or back. It's delightful.

Just now I laid in bed, all snuggly, to surf the webs a bit before a-sleepy time.

And I'm shocked at what I find on the browser.

"Ed? ED? EDDDDMUND?" I call.

"What?"

"Come'ere!"

He comes upstairs and looks at what I'm indicating.

"Oh . . ." he says and closes out the browser.

"What's that?"

"Nothing . . ."

"What's THAT?"

"NOTHING!"

Boy howdy it's something.

Two somethings in fact.

::girly squeal::

Freakin' Memes.

1.  What are your plans for tomorrow?  I haven't gotten beyond sleeping in yet.  That's my priority.

2.  Do you sleep with stuffed animals?  If by stuffed, you mean with organs, and by animal, you mean Tobias.

3.  Are your parents married or divorced?  They're far from happy, but they're still together.

4.  Do you like tests?  Am terrified of them, and don't really feel they're an adequate gauge of my intelligence.  There's gotta be a better way than the SAT's.

5.  Are you someone's best friend?  I doubt there is one person who would still call me that.

6.  What is the last piercing you got?  My nose, and I think I'm done with piercings.  Any more and I'll get way too holey/sexy.

7.  Do you have a dog?  No, but Ed really wants one.  Tobias kinda freaked out when we tried bringing Sadie the English bulldog home . . . 

Well, that didn't last long.  Just don't have the patience.  Prolly just browse /b/ for the rest of my wakeful hours.  Nothing says I'm apathetic like browsing /b/.  

Dream Deferred.

So . . . I have an audition tomorrow.  Almost two years later, she's back to pursuing the stage.  It feels good; right.  I've missed it.  I just don't know how to sustain myself while doing what I love.  I've tried to stay neutral about auditioning, to not get my hopes up because it is by far a sure thing.  I don't even know what kind of thing it is.  But I didn't realize how much deep inside I want this, however unknown, away from the comfort of familiarity.  

I'm trying to let Mother Mary come to me, but I'm not hearing the wisdom.  I wish I could let it beeeeeee.