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Jun. 1st, 2010 12:50 amI am extremely exhausted. I worked all night last night, took my mom in for a colonoscopy today (everything's fine), then went and hung out with Sarah and Melanie to watch the gag reels for all seasons of SPN, a couple from Smallville, Firefly, and Serenity.
So, I give you memeage!!!!
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
Closest book to me was Red Pyramid by Rick Riordan.
We turned onto the FDR Drive, and the scene disappeared from view.
"Nice," I admitted.
"It won't hold them long," Bast said. "Now -- Central Park!"
Bast ditched the Lexus at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
"We'll run from here," she said. "It's just behind the museum."
When she said run, she meant it. Sadie and I had to sprint to keep up, and Bast wasn't even breaking a sweat. She didn't stop for little things like hot dog stands or parked cars. Anything under ten feet tall she leaped over with ease, leaving us to scramble around the obstacles as best as we could.
So, I give you memeage!!!!
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest (unless it's too troublesome to reach and is really heavy. Then go back to step 1).
Closest book to me was Red Pyramid by Rick Riordan.
We turned onto the FDR Drive, and the scene disappeared from view.
"Nice," I admitted.
"It won't hold them long," Bast said. "Now -- Central Park!"
Bast ditched the Lexus at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
"We'll run from here," she said. "It's just behind the museum."
When she said run, she meant it. Sadie and I had to sprint to keep up, and Bast wasn't even breaking a sweat. She didn't stop for little things like hot dog stands or parked cars. Anything under ten feet tall she leaped over with ease, leaving us to scramble around the obstacles as best as we could.
