Wow. ita. Africa! so impressed. I've not even had Ethopian food yet. Sometimes I wonder what the hell happens to my life(When I'm not getting mix tapes, of course) because it seems like I'm doing stuff and then when I think about it, kind of not so much. Green, still. And too pale to be brown.

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Your name, in Japanese, means "Cars that lesbian yuppies drive." Not that there's anything wrong with that. The lesbian part.

Yeah, but I didn't name myself, and don't think I'm not cranky about 20 years of freaking Subaru jokes.

Hec, no one said that they didn't like the name Emmett. Just that, like any name, it's got baggage. And I know from baggage.

Alistair was on my list of boy names, but was dropped for being Too Goth, and I'll admit to being a bit defensive about the name. And you just *know* there's someone by that name (or with a kid with that name) lurking and staring daggers at you through the screen.

So there.

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I am up from my fairly long nap. Emily is, as always, wonderful. As are all of you. Thanks for helping me get through that. I think it was a combo of a busy, school-starting week and tiredness. Hopefully it has passed.

Edit: Hec, you made me smile, even if you made no sense...hee!

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Hec, no one said that they didn't like the name Emmett. Just that, like any name, it's got baggage. And I know from baggage.

I know. And it was fine being hypothetical about it for a while. And then it just started scratching at my parental instincts in an irrational way.

Alistair was on my list of boy names, but was dropped for being Too Goth, and I'll admit to being a bit defensive about the name.

Sorry. I shouldn't have gone off on it.

eta: I should have learned this lesson in Junior High when I went off in class about how stupid the name Eunice was in front of my teacher Mrs. Mateau while she gave me this very funny look. Mrs. Eunice Mateau as I later found out.

And you just *know* there's someone by that name (or with a kid with that name) lurking and staring daggers at you through the screen.

::glares right back::

So there.

FWIW, Lilly was the only girl's name JZ and I could agree on. So my taste in names is not entirely contrary to your own.

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ask around here -- they'll tell you. I was evil. In unspeakable pain

And apparently hella funny while drugged in the hospital... In all seriousness, thank you guys for helping me realize that 1) drugs are not always bad and 2) the OMGWTF crankiness, moodiness and general sucktasticness of how I have been feeling is really not because I am a bad person.

vw, I am glad you are feeling better. This was a very stressful week, try to take care of yourself (and let us take care of you) and decompress as much as possible.

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I should have learned this lesson in Junior High when I went off in class about how stupid the name Eunice was in front of my teacher Mrs. Mateau while she gave me this very funny look. Mrs. Eunice Mateau as I later found out.

That's hilarious.

Once when I was sleepy, I mentioned that I really wasn't fond of the name Thomas, which is sprinkled liberally throughout all branches of my family tree (there's like, ten or eleven of them last count)... to a friend/semi-family member named Tom. Short for...

::facepalm::

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Bitch. I have a cousin named Thomas. Well, technically, I only have him on the family tree. He drowned when my mother was first pregnant with me.

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PS, lest any Toms feel dissed, I got over my issues (which are totally related to how freakin' many there are in my family, and shit, I was forgetting all about my cousin Tom in that count--no, really, there's a fuck of a lot of Toms), and the Chosen Boy Name that doomed us to having a girl per the ultrasound tech was Gabriel Thomas.

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That's hilarious.

It was all Eunice Shriver's fault. Imagine my obnoxious 14 y.o. self saying, "Eunice! What a shriveled up old lady name. What a prune sucking name." as Mrs. Mateau's left eyebrow got higher and higher on her forehead.

Once when I was sleepy, I mentioned that I really wasn't fond of the name Thomas, which is sprinkled liberally throughout all branches of my family tree (there's like, ten or eleven of them last count)... to a friend/semi-family member named Tom. Short for...

My friend Brad came up to before Prom and said, "Did you hear about the girl in our class who did a wet t-shirt contest in Key West?" [nudge nudge wink wink]

Me: "That would be my date."

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I like Eunice Shriver, but I'd never name anyone that.

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