A short while back, I attempted to do two of the things on Pete's list -- namely, to cease talking about Buffy (or at least cut way back) and to go to more of a journal-type format. Needless to say, didn't happen. I was so certain that once I left my place of employment I would have all this time on my hands to blog guilt-free (not that there was ever much guilt over blogging on company time, but there was always the danger of getting caught), and I'd be able to cut the random fluff and make this more about yours truly. Ironically -- or should I say, naturally -- once I left my job and became relatively happy I had very little going on in my personal life that seemed worth blogging about. I lead such a dull existence now, and I'm perfectly happy about it. I get up around noon, get online for a couple of hours, take my dog and sit outside to read for a bit, come back in and write for a while, watch some TV, get back online for a while, and then write until I'm sleepy, which usually happens 'round about 4 a.m. Occasionally I'm forced to make a trip to Wal-Mart for supplies, and on some days I'll run into Sonic for a cherry-limeade. I did yesterday, took my dog and my youngest nephew along. Listened to my "Knight's Tale" soundtrack along the way, and he dug it (my nephew, not my dog), and we bonded. It was nice. On Saturday's I'll usually get with my best friend Tess and go to the mall and a movie. Sometimes on Sundays I manage to drag myself out of bed early enough to go to church. That's pretty much my whole life right there. Of course, I'm dirt poor until I either get the temp agency to return my phone calls or manage to sell some of my stories, but it's amazing how much money you don't need when your life becomes this simplistic. Anyway, if I were to constantly relay the details of my day-to-day existence, I would bore myself, let alone you people. So I blog about that which is somewhat interesting, namely, television, specifically, Buffy. In fact, since I vowed to stop talking about the Chosen One, I think my Buffy-related entries have doubled. It does disturb me that I can't seem to go a single post without working it in somewhere. Such is the way of fandom, I guess, and I've never purported to be anything less than a flaming fangirl.

As such, this weekend I'm doing the most out-and-out fangirl type thing I've done since the whole Phantom Menace line fiasco back in '99: I'm going to a BuffyCon. Woo, I say. And I might add, hoo! I'm road-tripping to Kentucky for 24 hours of fun and mild debauchery and marathon video viewing with a house full of people --not just people, mind you, but MBTV regulars--who are at least as insane about this little show as I am, if not moreso. I'm excited yet nervous as hell at the prospect of having to go be social for that long with people who previously existed only as words on a screen. But mostly just excited. It'll be fun.

Oh. On a non-BtVS note, have I mentioned that my older sister has been sucked in by the Mary Kay cult? Well, she has. She has to host a makeover party as part of her initiation rites. My mother the enabler is letting her host it here. That'll be happening tomorrow. So that'll give me something to blog about that doesn't take place on some type of screen.